Aya

was just on my period so thinking abt period sex with dexy <3

I don’t think he would mind the blood and how messy it is, he kills people for a living and deals with blood almost every day. and he would genuinely do anything for you so when you’ve been holding your tummy and complaining of cramps all day, dex is happy to help. he rolls out a towel on the bed, helps you out your panties while you close your eyes shut, mumbling, “m’sorry if you get grossed out dex… you really don’t have to..”. you’d pout—your head in your hands as dex lays you down in your back. and your boyfriend just reassures you, talking about how he deals with blood in his “profession” and how wants nothing more than to help his sweet girl to feel better.

soon after he has you all spread out like he’s had you countless times before, your legs on either sides of his waist as he rocks his length into your sore little hole :( it’s all sticky and warm, red blood staining his dick and lower abdomen, and you feel so much better from before. feeling dex so deep—feeling how full he made you distracted you from any throbbing pain you felt previously and how he was rubbing your soaked clit was even better.

"yeah is that better pretty girl?" he'd laugh, smirking at the way you're nodding and fucking yourself back on him, this is the most happy he's seen you after you'd been moody the past few days.

"mmhm f-feels s’much better dex.", it didn't take long for you to get into that foggy headspace, the feeling of his cock drilling into your achey hole and fixing any irritation you had in your body. all day you were needy for dex. all you wanted was to feel his hands all over you, his calloused thick fingers pressed into your pussy like he usually does — but you were too nervous to ask for what you wanted him to do. afraid he would be disgusted because it’s so messy :(

but dex made sure your were comfortable the whole time, made sure you came as many times as you could despite his fingers and the lower part of his body being covered in blood. rubbed your reddened clit over and over until you were crying in pleasure instead of pain. he’d coo a, “there it is.. just needed that pretty pussy played with for a bit huh sweetheart? only the best for my hurting girl.”, when you started to squirm around and writhe under him, hiccuping as you cum all over his cock.

you were so wet and sloppy between your legs that every thrust was echoed, dexs hips slapping up against your ass, the sound making your head all the more hazy. legs trembling as dex uses your body to chases his own orgasm, he looks so entranced seeing your blood pooled on him, it’s almost as if the sight made him cum even harder. it was safe to say you weren’t feeling any cramps for the rest of the day after that, letting dex clean you up and put you to bed after you were all fucked out.

blow out the candles + cinema

blow out the candles + cinema

clark twists and twirls his tongue and lips alllll around the clit, soothing himself like it’s a pacifier for him after a really long drab day at work he just wants to come home and stick his head right between those legs and lick. suckle like it’s his source for milk, like it’s his source of a good serotonin boost to smell and nuzzle and eat out his girlfriend into several earthquake-like orgasms that have her convulsing because he overstimulates her from sucking so hard for so long.

when he calms himself down he settles it down to kitten licks, drool mixing with her wetness all over his face. the slobber is audible the more he licks and sucks. and he absolutely falls asleep while he’s sucking clit. nose bunched in her pussy lips when his tongue dove in to lick her hole clean, breathing her in so deeply, relaxing and completely unwinding. snoring even.

I feel like he would be a bit hesitant at first and then super into it

(Absolutely love your work by the way 🥰🥰)

tysm <3 clark x fem!reader. 18+. word count approx: 1.1k

content: lactation kink. cockwarming. creampie.

you knew that look. you could practically hear the gears grinding in clark’s head as he tried to pretend to read an article on his ipad in the kitchen, quietly sipping at a warm steaming coffee. smiling to yourself, you stood up from the couch and purposefully took slow steps towards him. he definitely saw you, you could tell by the way his shoulders tensed with every inch you came closer. he was so terrified of his own thoughts he wouldn’t even look at you as you stepped into his space, the sweet scent of your milk filling the small gap between you two. what if you thought he was a creep? what if you thought he was weird? he thinks he’d probably die from embarrassment if you kink shame him.

“clark,” you murmured, leaning against the counter. “if you stare at the floor any harder you’re gonna burn a hole right through to our poor neighbours downstairs.”

he let out a breathless, flustered huff, blue eyes finally peeking up at you behind his glasses, a soft adorable frown pulled at his soft lips. embarrassed with shame and desire. “i…im sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick and low, “i-i..i didn’t mean to…i can just..hear how heavy you are and i..i shouldn’t be thinking about it.”

at his frown you immediately shake your head gently, you didn’t give him the chance to spiral into his guilt. instead you reached up, catching his glasses and prying them off his face, setting on the counter beside you. it was even clearer how much he was shamefully turned on, his pupils wide and blown out, completely trained on you.

“who said you shouldn’t be thinking about, hm?” you asked softly. you didn’t wait for him to stammer out another apology, instead you took his large trembling hand into yours, his fingers twitching nervously against your palm.

slowly, you guided his hand upward, pressing his palm right against the heavy aching curve of your breast.

clark’s breathe hitched, his whole body trembling at the sudden contact. but his palm didn’t move once, terrified to even apply an ounce of pressure.

“see?” you whisper teasingly, leaning in and kissing up his sharp jaw, “m’so full clark, it almost hurts yknow. i know you wanna help me. so stop apologising and take care of me.” you demanded lowly, smiling when you catch the bob of his adam’s apple when he gulps nervously.

a soft needy helpless whine escapes from his throat. the final thread of his sweet farm boy hesitation snapped. he leaned down, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, stepping closer, pressing himself against you as he gave your tit a firm but gentle squeeze. “please…” he gasped out, already wrecked, “please let me.”

18+ mdni!!, penetration, creampie, implied masturbation, nudes, established relationship, gn!reader, nsfw under the cut

shane was looking around your room one day when he spotted the old polaroid camera you owned since you were a preteen. you loved to take photos with it and always took it on trips with him. for memories and keepsakes, you told him, reminders of all the good days you had. naturally, there was a whole set of photos of shane, mostly going about his day—hunting, making breakfast, standing around like an asshole—and totally unaware that you’d pulled out your camera on him. he wasn’t really into posing for photos.

getting takeout with dex is so annoying. he takes forever to decide on a place because of how rarely it happens. he likes cooking, so getting him to agree to a night of greasy food and fizzy drinks is already a task in itself. once that’s decided, he wants to be chivalrous and pick the food up. save a couple dollars on delivery, all that beautiful, responsible man nonsense— which goes down the drain when he’s met with a pout and the cartoon style slow blinking of his girl’s fluffy lashes. don’t you wanna cuddle on the couch while we wait? so now he’s on the couch, face full of tits, her arms and legs wrapped around him, keeping him locked and distracted so that he doesn’t move until the doorbell dings. that’s when their position shifts to his advantage. he can get up and reach the door first. he doesn’t like it when she answers the door for delivery men, doesn’t like how they gawk and make small talk over a minimal transaction. hell, he doesn’t even like when they say her name to confirm they have the right location. it allows the world to experience his princess in bite sized pieces, which isn’t fair. she’s all his.

he hates eating in the living room, hates the crumbs on the couch and the coffee table. takeout night usually ends with him wiping down the furniture and vacuuming the rug. another reason why it’s… annoying. the best part is watching his eyes get heavier and heavier when he finally settles back down. his belly full, his girlfriend tucked against his side, his hand down the back of her shorts, gripping and toying. the reward always end up being worth the aggravations.

⠀ ⠀(+18) ⠀𝒻𝑤𝑏 head𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 〆 𝒹𝓮𝔁, ⠀ includes ノ fem!reader... ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ suggestive content ...⠀ ⠀ ⠀ pussy!drunk dex ... ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ breeding undertones ... ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ big dick dex brainrot.

doing friends with benefits with dex is actually a full-on work duty because ... this man is crazy, head over heels for you and your body.

especially when you let him fuck your cunt—all loaded up with his cum and the glistering sound of his balls crashing against your pussy within every thrust it's just: chef kiss. absolutely incredible.

your legs might be trembling, and yet he'll be behind you, gripping your waist so tightly he'll surely leave his fingertips etched into your sides. he's big, and when i say big, i mean HUGE. all caps included.

it took you ages to get used to his size, even though his pace is slow sometimes—it's still common for you to have to cover your mouth so none of his roommates can hear you moaning from how good his cock feels thrusting and kissing your cervix.

he doesn't shy away, he's very smug about it. prasing how good your walls are gripping his dick, leting out some low moans against your ear while biting it. you can't push him away.

"gosh, i missed this," he would say between each thrust. "take your time darling, 'cause ain't going nowhere until this—fuck! this pretty cunt of yours is dripping with my cum."

your vision turned blank. you had become a bundle of moans that only bore his name: "dex," "oh fuck—right there!," "'s too much, i feel like m'gonna pee myself!" is all you can say. and yet again, that only encourages him to keep hitting your cervix until you see stars.

that's the biggest benefit dex gets from agreeing to these kinds of encounters with you. because no matter what, even though you have countless dates with guys, he knows perfectly well that after them you'll run straight into his arms. begging for him to fuck you and remind you he's the only one who knows you better than anyone.

that's what best friends are for, right?

lil smutty but mostly suggestive fluff? would this be fluff? im sleepy and did not re-read or edit after writing

“i had a dream that i was ketchup and you were a bottle of mustard… which is weird cause youre usually mayonnaise in my dreams. why do you think that is?”

dex would give it some serious thought for 2 seconds like you asked him which color shirt looks better on you, but as he begins to answer he actually process your words, knows youre fucking with him. and then partly to mess with you back but also partly to hear you say it, dex’ll pull out some soft puppy eyes or that shit eating handsome fucking smirk if its ddba we’re talking bout, and slowly look at you while whispering, “you dream of me?”

omg LOL now hes scared af and like 'wtf do i do'😭😭😭 he’ll feel bad if he says no but if he says yes hes potentially done for

HELP 😭😭

he’d be lurking behind u all the time like a big, scary shadow,, speaking up for u cause ur too shy to say it urself. he doesn’t judge u or anything — he’s actually kinda glad since if he’s speaking for u people will know that you two are together! he’ll get really possessive and protective.

maybe he’d try help you get outta ur comfort zone rarely,, but he doesn’t want u to feel pressured or anything :(

its literally like "they asked for no pickles." -_-