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[strnqer]

𝐯’𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

v. twenty. she/her. hopeless romantic

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this is mostly a nsfw blog

— im v, i love films and music as well as nature and my friends xoxo. i like supporting other authors so i tend to repost most of what i come across on my feed tehe. i also love my mutuals

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[tsaheylutales]

Clark Kent who creams his pants almost immediately after touching you.

He’s spent the better half of a year yearning for you, so when he’s got you in his lap, grinding on his rock hard cock through your panties and his work pants, he lets out a couple of whimpers, his face scrunched up, and makes an absolute mess of his boxers.

If anyone has any smutty blurb requests pls send them my way?

[perleore]

ꮼ riding clark kent (18+)

He's looking up at you with wide eyes through foggy glasses, big hands desperately pawing at every inch of your waist and hips. You're smiling down at him, hands on his chest as you lazily roll your hips on his cock, his reddened tip leaking deep inside your pussy.

"Gosh… feels s'good," he manages to babble between whines, voice shaky and lashes fluttering with every movement. His words spur you to roll your hips faster, grinding his fat cock right against your cervix, wet squelching sounds harmonizing with his now louder whimpers.

His thick arms pull you down onto his chest, needily wrapping around you as he stuffs his face into your sweaty shoulder. His hips desperately buck upward, creamy slick mixed with his earlier load coating his length with every fervent rut. The viscous mixture creates an obscene glide between your bodies.

This is how it always ends, with him holding you as close as possible, your bodies practically mended together into one. Clark's a clingy man, something you knew before. The intensity of it still surprises you when he suffocates you against him as he thrusts inside, stretching you full for hours.

"Need to cum 'n you, please sweetheart…" he begs, voice slightly muffled against your skin. His balls are tight and aching, covered with slick and cum, slapping against your ass with every needy rut.

"Go ahead. Y'deserve it," you whisper with a kiss against his temple. His body immediately responds to your reassurance, unloading inside your sloppy pussy with a final, impaling thrust from below. Hot white load fills you up and oozes onto his pelvis, his twitching hips making it drip onto the sheets. His cries fill the room, his voice broken and high.

You slowly grind onto him, milking every drop out of him through his climax. His cock throbs hard making your pussy clench and spasm around him. His body starts to relax, his hold loosening around you as he trembles, breaths uneven as he comes down.

He's so fucked out, eyes glossy and mouth swollen. Too bad the tremulous sight turns you on all over again.

[kentluv3r]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (MINORS DNI) CLARK KENT is a needy head pusher!

he’s a gentle man, sure… but after three years of dating the kryptonian, you knew that when he knew you could take anything he gave you… he began to push it.

and in this face? pushing your pretty head down on his cock!

clark’s glasses fell on the bridge of his nose as your mouth continued to work on his cock over and over again; bopping your head up and down, swirling your tongue on his tip as your tongue licked the underside of him, both hands on his thighs.

everything about you was melting the poor reporter from the inside out, his eyes rolled back as he runs a hand through his black hair in need.

“god— god, fuck baby.” he moans, bringing his other hand down to the back of your head, fingers going through your hair.

you moan around clark’s cock, spit decorating his seven inches as you squeeze his balls in your right hand, your left remaining on his thick thigh. “you like that, huh?” you question him as you retract your head for a moment, spitting on his tip and licking it before sealing around him again and sucking harder. “like me sucking you off? like your big dick in my mouth?”

he nods his head faster, whimpering as you suck down on him, knees digging into the mattress. gritting his teeth as pleasure seeps into his veins, he presses on the back of your head and without thinking, he shoves your head down.

your nose gets pressed against his v-line as you get a good smell of his happy trail; not bad.

“gosh— baby, oh gosh— so’so good, fuck… so good.” he can only repeat the same words as your mouth brings him closer and closer to his impending orgasm— you can also tell by the way he twitches in your mouth.

his hand keeps you down there, making you gag ‘round him as he twists his fingers in your hair, pulling you back and just as quickly, he pushes your head back down, making the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

“suck- sucking me so good, jesus, baby…” he whispers with praise, sweat beading down his face and the glasses falling to the mattress as his messy black hair falls on his face when he looks down at you, his cheeks flushed. your eyes meet his, oh he’s gorgeous like this. “ngh! ah! g-gonna cum… oh fuckkkkkk.”

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[isthatuhockstetter]

jj maybank x sunshine! reader headcanons fluff🦢 navigation

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jj swears he fell for you the first time you laughed at one of his stupid jokes instead of rolling your eyes at him like everyone else usually does.

he acts annoyed when you make him wear sunscreen but secretly loves when you rub it over his nose and cheeks because it’s one of the few kinds of soft affection he’s gotten used to.

if you’re naturally affectionate he becomes clingy without even realising it. always has an arm around your waist, hooking his finger through your belt loop, pulling you into his chest while he talks to people.

when he’s having bad nights he shows up at your window without texting first and just quietly crawls into bed beside you.

the thing he loves most is that you never make him feel like he’s “too much” to love. you just have a way with people.

you have him wrapped around your finger without even trying. one smile from you and suddenly he’s agreeing to things he swore he’d never do.

compliments from each other go something like this.

you: “well you look mighty fine as always, jj.”

jj: “not as fine as you though, sunshine. swear you walk around this island tryin’ to ruin my life.”

he’d teach you how to drive the boat while standing behind you with his hands over yours on the wheel.

jj is the type to randomly kiss you mid sentence because he “couldn’t help it”.

when he gets hurt doing something reckless he tries to act tough until you start patching him up then suddenly he’s hissing dramatically and whining for attention.

the first time you say “i love you” he goes completely quiet for a second because nobody’s ever said it to him in a way that felt real before. after that he says it all the time. whispered against your lips, mumbled half asleep and yelled across the beach.

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a/n: this was so cute!! i felt like sunshine! reader would suit jj the best so i really hope you guys like it and i can’t wait to right some fics for them! :))

[sunlightnmoonshine]

I know we talk about how much gwangshik loves aesun ( and oh to be loved like that is beautiful) but I hope we don't forget how much aesun loves gwangshik. The way she looks at him affectionately, the way she is concerned about his dreams and ambitions, the way she likes seeing him smile, the way she smiles at him, the way she will handle abuse from others just to not worry him, the way she looks out for him, the way she is concerned for him, the way she wouldn't choose anyone else.

[chansbabygirl]

Ae-sun: I want Geum-myeong to have everything, Gwan-sik. For her to have it all and do anything. I want...I want her to prosper in life. I don't want her to set the table forever. I want her to flip the table over instead.

Gwan-sik: You flip it too. If you flip it, I will clean the whole thing up...You can flip it or break it.

[pinkandblueblurbs]

frank langdon who loves to share his food <3 frank who, on your first date, notices you eyeing his plate curiously while you ask him how it tastes and responds “it’s good! here, wanna try some?” frank who’ll cut off a piece of his steak and put it on your plate before he even has any himself. frank who’ll hold his whole burger to your lips and urge “big bite, baby.” frank who orders the other ice-cream flavor you were torn between so you can have them both.

[aarreejj]

[sunlightnmoonshine]

There's me before watching when life gives you tangerines and there's me after. I will never be the same.

[drramaesthetic]

[asiandramabitch]

[ashstfu]

forever rooting for sensitive girls!!!!!! you have big hearts and a poet’s soul i love you

[catchymemes]

[mitochondria3tc]

I want to lie on the ground and rest with the earth while the world exhausts itself chasing money.

[wynnevee]

messy eater

frank langdon x reader

synopsis: frank is a messy eater and you’re feeling a little shy about it.

warnings: smut (MDNI), oral (f!receiving), trinity santos thinks she’s funny and she’s 100% right

notes: this is my first time writing smut so i hope it is good and that y’all enjoy!!

for a man that looked like he wandered out of a frat house and into an emergency department, frank langdon was a surprisingly giving lover.

the first time you had sex, he was impeccably gentle with you. he prepped you for what felt like hours, not worrying about himself until you were practically sobbing for his cock. and of course, this preparation included eating you out until you were yanking on fistfuls of his pretty hair for leverage.

it was an amazing first time—mind blowing, even—and as you started becoming more comfortable with intimacy, you began exploring more. different positions, varying speeds, new words whispered in your ear… the one thing that remained constant though?

that man always, always, went down on you.

“it’s not like i’m a virgin, santos, i’ve just never… like, nobodies ever…” you struggled to cough out the words, a thin sheen of sweat covering your forehead just from the thought of it.

“ate your pussy?”

now you were hardly an innocent flower, but that had you clutching your pearls. “trinity santos! we’re at work!”

she rolled her eyes, ever unimpressed. “we are on break and in your office, i think we’re in the clear.”

you huff, avoiding her eyes. “i’ve received my fair share of head,” you concede. “i’ve just never had a guy like it so much.”

she quirks a brow. “he’s that into it?”

you lower your voice on instinct, looking at her with an intense honestly. “he doesn’t even take a breather! i think he’s trying to suffocate himself in my vagina!”

santos shrugs, expression dead serious. “i mean, death by pussy sounds like a solid plan to me.”

the absurdity of that statement, the sheer unbelievable notion, is what made you voice it to frank later that day.

“you know what santos said earlier?” frank had just released your lips for the first time in half an hour, the movie on the TV long since forgotten.

frank hummed, his lips already trailing down your neck, over the barely healed hickeys he’d left there the night before (thank god the morgue was cold and you could wear a turtleneck without any questions).

“she said that ‘death by pussy’ was a solid plan,” you laughed, though it came out more nervous than intended—whether that was your hesitance around the topic or his teeth on your throat, you weren’t sure.

frank laughed briefly, absentmindedly, evidently much more interested in marking every inch of skin you’d let him. “i mean,” he murmurs, the vibrations on your pulse point making you shiver. “she’s not wrong.”

your brows furrowed, breathing still heavy. “really?”

he nods with another hum, though this one sounds more like a moan as he crawls down your body, teeth almost tugging on the band of your sleep shorts. “i wish i could drown in this pussy every goddamn day, but you’re always crying and pulling me away.”

you scowl, swatting at his head—he’s laughing before you even make impact—as he finally starts to pull off your clothes.

“aren’t sick of it yet?” you ask. “i mean, i am enjoying myself, but aren’t you—”

you’re cut off by something you certainly didn’t expect: the sound of a forceful tear and a franks tongue diving into your very suddenly bare pussy.

“frank!” you squeak, somewhere between arousal and horror. your hand flailed to find the back cushions on the couch, desperate for an anchor as frank pushed your legs up and onto his shoulders.

“i’ll buy you more,” he practically growls, and it seems that he is making good on his promise to drown himself down there.

“you— god, you freak!” you try to laugh, cut off halfway by one of those wretched moans only frank pulls from you.

the sounds he makes though are down right criminal in comparison. he moans as if this is providing him some sort of stimulation, moves his head like he’s looking to make a mess of himself, lapping at you while juice drips down his chin like he’s found the last piece of fruit in a barren land.

“frank, that’s— that’s enough!” you gasp after your first orgasm, but your thighs are still flush against his head, holding him in place.

he groans into you, thick fingers clinging to you. “you okay?”

you writh under him, unsure if you’re looking to push yourself closer or pull away. “you’re hard, frankie, let me take care of you too!”

he shakes his head, popping off of you just enough to meet your eyes with a strikingly drunken smile. his chin is glistening, lips swollen and red. “i already came.”

“hmm?” the orgasm either made your head fuzzy or you heard him right. “you came…? from that?”

he nods, licking his lips. “so… can i keep going?”

[coventina2001]

Sick day

Evan Buckley

Evan Buckley does not get sick. That’s his official stance..

Unfortunately, the man is currently standing in your shared kitchen, swaying slightly while trying to make coffee at 6:12 a.m., looks like he’s about to faint into the coffee maker.

“You good?” you mumble from the doorway, still half asleep.

“I’m fine,” he rasps.

His voice sounds like gravel. You cross your arms. “You sound like you swallowed sandpaper.”

“It’s just a little..”

He sneezes violently. Nearly drops the mug. Stares at it like it betrayed him.

You blink slowly.

“You’re not going to work.”

“Yes I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

He turns to argue… and immediately wobbles.

You sigh as you step forward and press your palm to his forehead.

Hot.

Not warm. Hot.

So you take his temperature and it was 101.2

“Buck.”

He leans into your touch without thinking. Eyes fluttering shut for half a second before he catches himself and straightens.

“I can push through.”

“You can barely stand.”

He gives you that stubborn look.

You give him the test me I dare you stare.

He exhales.

“…I hate being useless.”

Your expression softens immediately.

“You’re not useless,” you say gently, cupping his cheek. “You’re sick.”

There’s a difference. You help him get settled on the couch and tuck him in with a blanket and softly kiss his forehead.

You’ve called Bobby. (He absolutely did not want you to, but Bobby immediately told him to stay home.)

You bring him tea and cold medicine.

He watches you move around the apartment like you hung the moon.

This is the part he doesn’t talk about much.

How much he loves waking up next to you every morning.

How much he loves that there are two toothbrushes in the bathroom.

How your hoodie is draped over the back of the dining chair.

How your life is woven into his.

“Come here,” he murmurs.

You sit beside him.

He doesn’t hesitate. Just pulls you into him, burying his face against your shoulder. His arms wrap tight around your waist, like he needs to anchor himself.

“You’re clingy,” you tease softly.

He hums. “You like it.”

You do.

His nose brushes your neck, warm and sleepy. He breathes you in like you’re medicine.

“You smell like home,” he mutters, half out of it.

Your heart absolutely melts.

You brush your fingers through his hair. “You are home, Buck.”

He goes very still at that.

Slowly, he tilts his head back to look at you. Fever-flushed cheeks. Soft blue eyes. Vulnerable in a way he rarely lets himself be.

“…Yeah?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah.”

Something settles in him.

He tucks himself closer, hand sliding under your shirt just to feel skin-to-skin warmth. His thumb traces lazy circles against your back.

Five minutes later, he’s asleep.

Dead weight. Fully attached.

You try to shift.

His arms tighten instantly.

“Don’t go,” he mumbles without opening his eyes.

“I’m just grabbing my phone.”

“No.”

You laugh softly. “Bossy.”

“Stay.”

So you do.

You lean back against the couch, Buck sprawled half on top of you, breathing slow and steady. The apartment is quiet. Morning light filtering through the curtains. The world outside moving as usual.

But here?

It’s warm.

Safe.