cw: smut - dry humping, making out, petnames (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl)
“baby, cmon..” clark groaned as you dragged your hips over his, the soft fabric of your skirt bunching as you rubbed against his clothed erection, the sheer size of it alone making you whimper.
“cla- clarkie! god-“ you gasped, grabbing at his shoulders and whining as your clothed clit throbbed each time you grinded over his bulge.
“doing so good, sweetheart. you look so beautiful.” he mumbled under his breath, trying his best not to grab onto your hips and guide you himself.
you leaned your head up to meet his, sloppily kissing him while whimpers continued to spill from your lips onto his. clark greedily kissed you back, tongue fighting to get control over yours, his hips jerking up from the overwhelming feeling of you everywhere.
“my pretty girl. look at you, all dressed up f’me.” clark groaned into your mouth, squeezing your waist while slipping his hand underneath your shirt, rubbing his thumb onto your soft skin that lay beneath the layers of pretty clothing you wore.
your panties were soaked from the simple act of dry humping him, his thick cock twitching underneath you through his clothes.
your cunt clenched around nothing as your hips rutted against his now sloppily, your movements unsteady and quick. you pulled away from the kiss slowly, gasping as the tight coil in your stomach feeling like it was about to snap.
a string of salvia connected you and clark, his weary and lust filled eyes meeting yours as your orgasm hit you suddenly.
“such a good girl f’me.. yeah, there you go..” clark groaned as your body jerked underneath his grip, holding you steadily as he smirked lightly at how worked up you’d gotten.
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lilith yaps: this picture has had a chokehold on me ever since i saw it, and i HAD to write something inspired by it. not proofread, ignore any mistakes!! <3
first time really posting on here, so let me know what you think!
synopsis - ever since you started hunting with the winchester boys, they’ve both been insistent that you get the anti-possession tattoo. they used to wear talismans to protect themselves from possession, but when sam forgot his on a hunt and got possessed, they both got tattoos to protect themselves. now, they make you wear the talisman just in case, but you know, eventually, they’re going to make you get the tattoo.
pairing - s2!dean winchester x fem reader
warnings - smut, mdni. unprotected sex, p in v, caught masturbating, switch!dean? kind of? nicknames
you love waking up to the smell of breakfast. you always wake later than the boys, and it's almost part of their routine now to pick up your coffee and breakfast when they go out. what’s not part of your routine is hearing hushed voices from the kitchen, talking about… you?
“look, sam, i don’t know if she even wants the stupid thing. we haven’t run into any issues yet, so why make her so something permanent like that? we don’t even know if she’s gonna stay around.”
“you and i both know she needs it, dean. we’re like a walking demon magnet, so why not just take her today and have her get one?”
“y’know what, sam? fine. we can talk to her about it, but if she doesn’t want it I’m not going to make her.”
you had tiptoed your way out to the kitchen, and the boys were too caught up in their argument to realise you had entered the room.
“so… what did you want to talk to me about?”
“oh, uh, we uh, we didn’t realize you could hear us.” sam stutters over his words, clearly caught red handed in a discussion you were not a part of.
“sam wants you to get the anti-possession tattoo.” dean says, bluntly. “he thinks you’re going to get possessed if we’re not careful about it, but, as i was just trying to tell him, we need to have a conversation with you about it before we go to the shop.”
“you mean that tattoo you guys have on your shoulders?”
“that’s the one.”
“oh, uh, yeah. that’s fine, i don’t mind getting one, as long as one of you comes with me. i’ve never gotten a tattoo before.” you say, looking between the guys.
“oh. well that was easier than i thought it would be. i’ll go with you.” dean speaks up before sam gets the chance.
“okay, uh, just let me eat breakfast. isn’t there a rule about that when you get tattoos?”
“yeah, yeah. just eat and then we’ll go.”
dean waits impatiently for you to finish your breakfast so he can bring you to get the tattoo. he knows he’ll be seeing other hunters there, and it always makes him anxious to be in a secluded space with other hunters. he isn’t even entirely sure why he offered to being you to the shop. knowing he’s going to be stuck up close and personal with you while you’re shirtless for a couple hours getting this tattoo? well, his jeans are already getting tighter just thinking about it.
when the two of you finally make it to the shop, dean instinctively wraps his arm around your waist. he knows that this place is a den full of hungry tigers, and wants to make sure you make it in and out safely.
“hey, man. she just needs to get the anti-possession tattoo. the same one sam and i got a while back.” dean shows the man at the counter his tattoo.
the man at the counter is huge. at least 6’5, probably 300+ pounds, and has a beard that reaches his nipples. he’s covered in tattoos and piercings. you don’t feel scared, yet, but he is definitely intimidating.
“yeah, i know the one. come on back, i’ll get you set up for amber.” his voice is gruff, and loud. you breathe a sigh of relief when he says that he won’t be the one doing your tattoo.
when he leaves the room, you look to dean. “do they hurt?”
he stifles a laugh at your question, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed. “truthfully? yeah. they hurt like hell. but, if you need to hold onto me, or hold my hand or anything, i’m right here for you.”
you take off your shirt, and lay back on the tattoo chair, waiting for amber to come out. you’re too worried about your tattoo to catch dean’s shortness of breath, and the way his eyes widened when you took your shirt off so casually.
“sounds like you’re just trying to get me to hold your hand, winchester.” you say over your shoulder with a wink.
dean nearly chokes on his own tongue. “yeah, yeah. just lay back and shut up.”
with that, amber enters the room. she introduces herself to you, and explains the tattoo process. the tattoo doesn’t take nearly as long as you thought it would’ve, and it really didn’t hurt that bad until amber began the shading on your collarbone. you gripped dean’s hand with every ounce of strength you had, trying to take your mind off of the pain. luckily, the pain of the tattoo distracted you from dean’s blown out eyes. between taking in your shirtless body for the first time, and seeing the tattoo really come together, he was nearly losing it in the seat next to you. he had known he was going to see you shirtless, but what he wasn’t prepared for was how turned on he would be seeing you claim the hunters mark. his mark.
eventually, you both made it out to the car. dean opened your door for you, letting you get in the car, and then stood outside the drivers side door taking deep breaths. when he didn’t get in, you popped your head out of your door. “you okay over there, dean?”
“yeah, yeah. i’m good. just give me a second.”
“okay, weirdo. i’ll be here when you’re ready to go.” you rolled your eyes at him.
dean stood on the other side of the car for just a moment before hopping in. “you just need to get back to the motel” he was muttering to himself over and over again.
when you make it back to the motel, dean almost runs straight for his room. sam had gone to the library to research the case they had been working on, so you were alone in the kitchen. “uh.. okay.” you muttered to yourself, confused by dean’s behavior.
dean couldn’t control himself any longer. as soon as you got back to the motel he went straight to his room, closing the door behind him. he felt truly pathetic at how much you getting that tattoo had turned him on. he was unbuckling his belt before he even heard the door latch. he threw his pants off and began palming his cock through his boxers before he even had a chance to hit his bed. he pulled his shirt up and into his mouth, and ripped his boxers down over his thighs in quick succession. before he even thought about it he was running his hand up and down his aching cock, his eyes squeezed shut picturing you on that tattoo table. he couldn’t think about anything except you and that mark on your shoulder. the way you had squeezed his hand. the way your chest rose and fell with the parts that hurt. strangled cries and whimpers came from deep within his chest, precum already beading at the tip of his length, serving as lube for him to fall deeper into his fantasy. his mind started to drift to things he had thought of a million times before, but this time with an added twist. there you were on top of him, taking him so well, so perfect, but now with the tattoo. now you were beneath him, with your perfect tits, panting and moaning into his mouth, with that tattoo that nearly sent him over the edge. “fucking hell, baby. need you s’bad. need you s’fucking bad holy shit... need your perfect pussy, baby please…” he murmured, teeth still clenched down around his t-shirt, head leaned back against the headboard in pleasure while he continued to stroke himself closer to the edge.
“dean? this tattoo is really itchy.” you announced, walking into his room without thinking. dean’s head whips towards the door, being ripped away from his fantasy. you slap your hand over your eyes. “shit, dean, i’m sorry i didn’t… i thought you were just watching tv, i..” you babble on while walking backwards towards the door. you had taken your shirt off again, hoping dean would have a lotion of some sort for your tattoo, and the sight of you nearly sent him into euphoria.
“wait.. wait. please. need you s’bad, please, please don’t leave. need you.” he whined out, practically throwing himself at your feet. you hesitated for a moment, not sure if you wanted your own hidden thoughts about dean to be revealed, but your feet began to propel you forward against your own best interest. you sat down next to him on the bed, looking him up and down. your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of him, breathing heavy, t-shirt bunched up in his mouth. you had thought about this moment several times, but you were so nervous you didn’t know what to do. you slowly moved your hand towards his cock, moving his hand so that you could stroke him. “you.. uh, what do you need me to do, dean?” seeing him desperate and pleading like this had a heat settling in your core, thighs clenching together enough that you could feel the slickness settling in between your legs. “just need you s’bad, baby, please.” he whines, dropping his shirt from his mouth and reaching up to unbutton your jeans. his breathing hitches at the sight of your fresh tattoo. “is that what all this is about? this dumb tattoo?” he nods vigourously at your question, placing a kiss on the tattoo. “you just look so good with it, with the hunters mark” he says breathlessly. “you have no idea what you did to me at that tattoo shop.”
it was that that made you give in. “oh, fuck it.” you said quietly, before pulling your jeans off. deans eyes went wide when he saw you give into your desires. “i’ve been thinking about this for a while” you say to him, straddling him just enough to slide your slick core over his hard length. “can’t take the teasing baby, please.” dean looks at you with those puppy eyes that could turn an angel into a demon. he reaches between you and lines his cock up with your entrance, and pushes in with little to no warning. you throw your head back, feeling the stretch of him inside of you. he pulls his knees up to support your back, and grips your hips so hard that they’ll probably be bruised in the morning. his breath hitches feeling himself bottom out inside of you, and he starts desperately thrusting into you like a man starved. his head was spinning at the sight of you, reaching up to palm your perfect tits in one hand, thumb pressing to your clit with the other.
suddenly, he expertly flipped both of you so you were underneath him now. he pressed his forehead into yours, “god, you’re s’fuckin perfect. taking me s’fucking well princess.” he cried out, knowing he was close to the edge again. “dean, dean i’m not gonna last long, ‘s too much, dean.” his thumb still pressed to your clit, he nods at you knowingly. his mouth crashes into yours, only pulling back to look at your tattoo again. “okay, okay i’ve got you. jus’ cum. cum f’me, okay princess?” he cries out again feeling your pussy clench around him, your back arching into him like you were made for this. “gonna cum, princess. feels s’good… shit princess.” he cries out, lips crashing into yours again, both your moans muffled into each others mouths. “don’t think we’re done here, princess. been dreaming about you since the day we met.” he mumbles into your mouth as he cums harder than he ever remembers.
imagine clark kent coming home to you after a long day.. the lights from the buildings outside of clarks apartment barely lit up the room, your legs propped up on the couch as you fought sleep. the soft click of your boyfriends keys turning in the lock broke the lulling silence, your body reacting on its own accord.
you sat up on your elbows, turning your head to meet his gaze when he walked in, a tired and happy grin on his face. “hey, sweetheart. i missed you.” he called out gently, slowly approaching the couch and sitting down beside you, lifting up your legs and now placing them on his lap instead. you hummed tiredly as he rubbed soft circles onto your leg, the fight against sleep quickly winning over.
clark smiled to himself when he noticed what was going on, squeezing your ankle carefully. “i’ll bring you to bed if you fall asleep, i don’t mind.” he told you, his words reassuring and comforting. you thought about protesting, but you realised it was no use. clark just had that calming affect around you, he always made you feel safe and like you could let your guard down when he was there. you knew you could trust him, and he was proud of how safe he made you feel.
“i love you. goodnight.” clark whispered, the soft confession lulling you to sleep like it often did. “i love you, clark.” you mumbled, shifting around to get more comfortable before shutting your eyes for the night.
clark kent who.. loved to tell you about his day.. while he’s inside of you.
cw: smut - pwnp, cockwarming, pet names, clark being a cutie
“then she said she made superman cookies! she sells them down at her bakery. we should go tomorrow.” clark grinned, running his hand up and down your arm in a soothing gesture. you nodded in acknowledgment, rutting slowly against him, his thick cock twitching inside of you.
he grunted quietly, subconsciously giving your arm a gentle squeeze. he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, resisting the urge to pound into you. “that- that’d be great, clark.” you mumbled, trailing your hand up the back of his neck to tangle in his hair.
“yeah. should i go in as superman or clark kent? imagine what they’d say if superman came in and bought a superman cookie.” he rambled on, growing increasingly happy and giddy at the thought of making people happy.
you stifled a whine as his hips stuttered against you suddenly, feeling him throb and grow harder inside your tight cunt, if that was even possible. you could already feel him so deep inside you, feeling him in your tummy.
“y- you okay, honey?” he asked breathily, asking casually as if it was just another normal day. you nodded, dropping your head to rest against his chest. “yeah. just- just so full.” you murmured, clenching around him needily.
he hummed, bringing a hand down to in between your thighs, rubbing lazily at your sensitive clit. you gasped quietly, a broken whimper falling from your lips. “so good for me, always.” clark whispered, kissing the top of your head softly. “love feeling you so tight around me.”
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a/n: he’s such a little loser i love him. i need him so badly its not even funny anymore. not proofread, ignore any mistakes!
clark kent taglist: @bowxs , @y0inked , @ultrafemviolence , @mar-munteanu06 , @iminlovebutimkeepinitlowkey , @kissmxcheek , @nicetomeachum , @sunnyteume , @mollymal
𐙚⋆.˚ he hates to admit it, but dean winchester cries during sex.
“fuck- fuck, baby.” dean grunted against your shoulder, your fingers digging into his bare back as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. you whined needily when you felt his thick cock throb inside of you, signalling that he was close. “so fuckin’ tight around me.” deans voice was hoarse and his pace got increasingly sloppier and more desperate. feeling how his arms tightened around you, you brought your hand to his face, cupping his cheek and getting him to make eye contact with you. “so handsome, baby. wanna feel you cum inside me.” you breathed softly, kissing his cheek lightly, resting your forehead against his as his shoulders tensed up and he let out an almost pained groan. your climax ripped through you not long after dean came inside of you, fucking his load back into you as he pounded you through your orgasm.
letting your head fall back to the pillow behind you and your eyes to flutter shut as you came down from the sheer intensity of it all, it took you a few moments to hear the soft sniffles coming from beside you. you frowned in concern and turned to lie on your side, ignoring the ache between your legs and the burning in your thighs. “dean, baby? what’s wrong?” you asked quietly, wiping a stray tear from his cheek with the pad of your thumb. deans face was flushed from embarrassment or from the amazing sex you’d just had, you couldn’t tell which, but you reckoned the latter. he shook his head, turning his head to look you in the eyes, a smile gracing his lips when he saw the concern in your gaze. “‘m okay, sweetheart, i promise.” he whispered, voice still a little shaky. “i just- i love you.. a lot.” dean hated to admit it, but the mix of intense pleasure and such personal intimacy he wasn’t used to during sex made him feel vulnerable enough to let his guard down around you, letting every emotion he kept locked up to escape through the tears.
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a/n: not proofread so if there is any mistakes lmk! also first time writing/posting a drabble/imagine like this, so i hope u guys like it cause i plan on writing more !
𐙚⋆.˚ he didn’t mean to, but clark kent first confessed his love to you during sex.
“feel’s so good, fuuuck.” clark moaned as he pounded into your aching pussy roughly. you were a babbling mess from how many times he’d made you cum already, but he was still going despite the sticky mixture of cum, sweat, and slick that clung to your thighs. “she’s squeezing me in so tight, she wants more of my load, huh?” he grunted, his hands tightening around your waist. you felt so overstimulated and full, but it still wasn’t enough. you nodded quickly before choking out a broken whine, feeling your legs begin to shake again already. clark noticed the way you practically melted in his hands, dipping down to capture your swollen lips, swallowing every little sound that escaped you. he snaked a hand down your body, circling your swollen and puffed up clit with the pad of his thumb roughly, determined to feel you cum around him again.
before you knew it, the way your pussy fluttered around his cock, pulling it in deeper as you came hard for the fifth time that night, made his hips stutter and forehead fall to your sweaty shoulder, pulling your hips to meet his as he came inside you again. “so fuckin’ good, baby. taking me so well, shit, i love you..” he groaned, lost in the intense feeling of you around him, slumping against his chest after he coaxed the last orgasm out of you. you froze slightly as you listened to him trail off. you weren’t sure if you heard him right, and you weren’t sure if he was aware of what he had just confessed. “clark? you love me?” you spoke quietly, voice hoarse and exhausted against his bare chest. just as you had suspected, his breath hitched as he realised you had heard him. “i- i love you, yeah.. if- if that’s.. okay?” he murmured, raising his head to meet your eyes. you grinned at him through your fucked out expression, nodding loosely. “yeah, that’s okay. i love you too.”
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a/n: my first clark kent fic/drabble! my life is changed after watching that movie, i need this man religiously. love you all xoxo im so tired im going to sleep immediately after i press post
𐙚⋆.˚ you were rather inexperienced with sex, and clark kent was going to take care of that.
pairing: clark kent x virgin!fem!reader
“let me know if you wanna stop, mkay sweetheart?” clark told you reassuringly, his fingers collecting the slick that was dripping from your soaked pussy. you whined almost sluttily, your face flushed and expression slightly embarrassed. when your boyfriend had found out that you were a virgin, he was determined to be the one to take your virginity from you, but he wanted to do it right. he sunk two fingers into your tight cunt, moving slowly and giving you plenty of time to adjust. bringing his free hand to your head, carding his fingers through your hair in an attempt to sooth you from the feeling of being stretched open for the first time. when you had relaxed and gotten comfortable with the feeling of his large fingers inside of you, he started to scissor you open, drinking in the sounds of your broken whimpers. “that feel good, baby?” clark hummed, a proud smile ghosting his lips at the fact he was the only person to make you feel this good, ever.
he sunk to his knees and in between your thighs, slipping his fingers out of your pussy as he pushed your legs apart. you propped yourself up on your elbows, locking eyes with his greedy lustful ones, and before you could ask what he was doing, clark was sucking on your clit, making you moan and buck your hips to meet his mouth. all of your thoughts blended to one as he began lapping up everything he could get from your slit, sliding one hand up your thigh and to your stomach, pushing your hips back down onto the mattress underneath you. “c- clark, baby-!” you gasped, hands reaching for the back of his head and tugging on his hair in a feeble attempt to ground yourself. he hummed against your cunt, switching between licking broad stripes on your pussy and sucking harshly on your swollen bundle of nerves. the warm feeling that grew at the bottom of your stomach was unfamiliar but not unwelcome, and your pretty boyfriend between your legs felt how your orgasm was approaching you fast. as if he was being spurred on by the feeling of your thighs trembling around his head, he only got faster and more urgent with his ministrations. “i- i’m- i’m gonna-“ you babbled out, words blurring together as you tugged harshly on the hair on the back of his head. “go ahead, sweetheart. cum on my tongue.” clark hummed against you, the vibration from his words going straight to your head. you whined loudly, thighs clamping down around his head as your orgasm tore through you, the feeling overwhelming in the best way. when you had relaxed back against the sheets, clark grinned at you, but his expression was soft and almost concerned. “was that okay, angel? too much?” he asked softly. you shook your head and sighed contentedly. “it was perfect.”
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a/n: this was longer than the drabbles i usually write, but i got too carried away by how perfect this man is, sorry not sorry! not proofread and im tired so ignore any mistakes and anything grammatically incorrect.
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