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lilith or lilly she/they bisexual 18+, MDNI

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I JUST NEED YOU - CLARK KENT

PART TWO of KINKTOBER

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cw!: masturbation (m.), mommy kink, handjob, sub!clark

The whimpers spilled from his lips like a prayer, his hand moving with shaky desperation.

“Baby, please-“ Clark pleaded as his eyes roamed up and down your clothed figure, a stark contrast to his bare body laid out on the bed in front of you.

His cock was leaking and twitching in his fist, hips buckling upwards in a subconscious attempt to make himself finish. But he knew he couldn’t, not until you said so.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Just a little longer.” You said sweetly, the patient look on your face driving Clark crazy. You put on an innocent and oblivious face as if you had no clue what this was doing to him, but the lustful and mischievous sparkle in your eyes exposed exactly what you were thinking.

“I- I’ve been so good, please. I need to cum so bad, mommy. Please.” He whined out in a way he would’ve be embarrassed about if he wasn’t so absorbed with the feeling of teetering on the edge.

When you didn’t reply, Clark reached out for you with his other hand, his fingers gripping yours. “Can you touch me? If- If i can’t cum then please let me feel you.” He asked you with a tremble in his bottom lip.

As much as it turned you on to watch him beg you to finish with that submissive glint in his eye, you loved him too much to deprive him of everything.

“Okay, baby. But you’re still not allowed to cum, okay? Only when I say so.” You told him firmly before grabbing his wrist with a gentle grip, pulling his hand off of his weeping cock.

When you replaced it with your own smaller and softer hand, he immediately groaned and jerked his hips up for more contact. “G- Gosh, thank you, mommy. F- Feels so good..”

You hummed before teasingly slowly beginning to move your hand, feeling him throb with every twist of your wrist.

The jumbled cries and stutters of pleas and praise filled the room the closer he got, his balls drawing up tight and his breath hitching being a telltale sign to let you know he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“You close, hmm?” The faux sympathy and sweetness dripping from your voice made his grip tighten on the sheets, giving you a tight nod as he resisted fucking himself into your hand instead of letting you do it.

At his nonverbal response, you slowed your movements and shook your head. “Use your words.” You told him, looking at him expectantly.

“Y- Yeah, I am.” Clark spoke, his gaze fixed firmly at where you were touching him excruciatingly slowly.

“All this for me, Clark?” You asked gently, feeling how his thighs twitched beside you at the almost casual tone you spoke to him in.

“Yes, mommy. All for you.” He nodded swiftly, biting down on his lip to hold in his whines. “I’m so close, please-!”

You cut off his statement by jerking him off faster, watching as he let out a moan deep from his chest, his hips lifting off the mattress as he spurted his warm load onto your hand suddenly.

You kept a steady pace until he was done, smiling to yourself when you saw how he lay still on the sheets, his face flushed and his chest moving rapidly as he caught his breath.

“That- thank you.” He breathed out when he came down from his high, propping himself on his elbows to look at you.

“You were such a good boy for me, you deserved it.” You told him before leaning over to kiss his cheek, reaching for the cloth that was on the bedside table.

“Always for you, mommy. I’m yours.” He replied, his voice hoarse and satisfied, that familiar stupid grin creeping onto his lips.

a/n: i feel like this is a bit shorter than usual, oh well 😓 i hope its okay!!! not proofread, ignore any mistakes 💋

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PRETTY PLEASE? - DEAN WINCHESTER

PART ONE of KINKTOBER

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cw!: tit play/kink, begging, sub!dean

You had never seen Dean Winchester so desperate before.

His hands were gripping your waist so tightly you thought he might break you, and his kisses were so sloppy you thought you might drown.

His breaths were ragged and fast, the undeniable whine in his tone sounding unfamiliarly in your ears.

“I- I gotta have you baby, right now. Need you so bad, I just wanna make you feel good..” Dean pleaded before pulling himself away from your mouth and trailing his lips over every bit of bare skin he could get.

You groaned when his hands slipped under your shirt to tease at your nipples, pulling the cups of your bra down so he’d have better access your breasts.

“Dean, we can’t. We have to go.” You reasoned with him, the wet ache between your thighs yelling at you to say otherwise, to give in and let him take you how badly he wanted to.

Dean grunted, his head falling back as he rutted his hips up against you slightly, his hands squeezing at your breasts as he did so.

“If I can’t have you then at least let me make you feel good. Please?” He whispered hopelessly, removing one hand from underneath your shirt to begin lifting it up off of your body.

With a restrained and aroused sigh, you nodded and helped him to remove your shirt and then bra, discarding them somewhere that didn’t matter at this moment.

Without missing another beat, his mouth was on your right boob, his tongue swirling and flicking at your hardened nipple, drawing a pleasured moan from your swollen lips.

His hips jerked up against your soaked clothed clit, his achingly hard cock grinding against the fabric atop of him.

The feeling of his warm mouth on your breast was overwhelming, your whimpers quiet and desperate.

“Dean- oh, god..” You groaned, your fingers finding their way to the hair on the back of his head, tugging with pleasure and desperation.

“You’re so- so beautiful, sweetheart. I just- I want you all the time.” Dean mumbled against you, his voice drawn out and whiny.

The air felt heated and overwhelming, the light coming in from the window hitting his face in a way that somehow made him look even more attractive.

The pair of you were too caught up in the moment and pleasure you felt that the knock on the door almost went unnoticed.

By the third knock, you finally jumped apart and scrambled to find your clothes and cover you up. “J- Just a minute!” Dean called out exasperatedly before scrambling to the door to see Castiel standing outside, looking a mix between concerned and perplexed.

“I thought I heard noises from in here. Are you guys okay?” He asked carefully.

“Yeah.. yeah we’re fine, Cas.” Dean mumbled with a flush on his face.

a/n: my first kinktober fic ever!! i hope its okay and i havent gotten rusty after not posting and writing for awhile.

hi everyone!! i will be participating in my FIRST EVER kinktober this year! my fics will have no strict word count that will fluctuate from fic to fic, and will include a fem!reader. i will try my absolute hardest to stick to a schedule, but it’s subject to change <3 read below for more info on a schedule and details of each of the fics..

I’m literally so speechless.

1000.

one thousand.

ONE THOUSAND PEOPLE.

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.