NOTES: You cannot convince me that Ben wouldn’t be utterly obsessed with his girl. I won’t hear anything of that silliness. He’s crazy in love with you and he’d be a total wife guy.
TW: smut, romanticized ben, oral/fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, wedding ceremony, getting married, this is just such a fun time to me, ben says fuck it to tradition
You’re walking down the aisle, bouquet trembling slightly in your hands, vision hazy with happy tears and sunlight. Everything is warm. Perfect. A dream.
And there he is.
Standing at the altar, looking way too handsome in that suit to be real. His jaw’s tight, but his eyes are locked on you, dark and wild and hungry. He looks like he wants to throw you over his shoulder and disappear, which, honestly, is fully within the realm of possibility for him.
You don’t notice the lace right away, too locked in on Ben and the fact that you’re about to get married. He’ll be yours, for better or worse. Until death do you part.
Everything is a bit of a blur at first, including the soft flicker of white peeking from his breast pocket. You had picked the blush pocket square he was meant to wear yourself, spent hours painstakingly matching the color to the linens, the roses, your blush.
That isn’t it.
You blink, once. Twice.
White lace.
You recognize that lace. It’s yours. Your favorite, in fact. The soft scalloped lace, delicate and feminine. A tiny satin bow.
Your panties.
content warning/s & word count: 18+!!!, first and foremost—ben is his own warning here because jesus christ, language and swearing, misogyny, violence, threats, spitting, smut (kissing, biting, oral/cunnilingus, throat-fucking, fingering, unprotected p in v, threat of p in a, spanking, overstim, coming on face, ben being mean, reader has an implied breeding kink), manhandling, degradation, gentle humiliation, mocking, i believe that's it. 6.4k
The safehouse door slammed shut behind you with a rusted metal groan, the sound sharp and final—like a lid sealing on a coffin.
You dropped your bag at the threshold without looking back. Your shoulder was bleeding again—torn wide when the mission started unravelling, torn wider when he got involved. You hadn’t even wrapped it. Couldn’t stand the thought of asking him for help. Would rather bleed out on the floor than let him touch you.
The air in the safehouse was sour. Sweat, smoke, old rot behind the walls. A single naked bulb dangled from the ceiling, flickering every few seconds like it couldn’t decide whether to expose or protect.
Behind you: boots. Slow. Heavy. Cocky.
You heard him exhale like he was bored. Like this whole thing—the mission, the mess, you—was just another inconvenience.
“Y’know…” he drawled, voice low and lazy, like he was savouring the words before spitting them into your spine, “He’s not wrong.”
content warning/s & word count: 18+!!!, first and foremost—ben is his own warning here because jesus christ, language and swearing, misogyny, violence, threats, spitting, smut (kissing, biting, oral/cunnilingus, throat-fucking, fingering, unprotected p in v, threat of p in a, spanking, overstim, coming on face, ben being mean, reader has an implied breeding kink), manhandling, degradation, gentle humiliation, mocking, i believe that's it. 6.4k
The safehouse door slammed shut behind you with a rusted metal groan, the sound sharp and final—like a lid sealing on a coffin.
You dropped your bag at the threshold without looking back. Your shoulder was bleeding again—torn wide when the mission started unravelling, torn wider when he got involved. You hadn’t even wrapped it. Couldn’t stand the thought of asking him for help. Would rather bleed out on the floor than let him touch you.
The air in the safehouse was sour. Sweat, smoke, old rot behind the walls. A single naked bulb dangled from the ceiling, flickering every few seconds like it couldn’t decide whether to expose or protect.
Behind you: boots. Slow. Heavy. Cocky.
You heard him exhale like he was bored. Like this whole thing—the mission, the mess, you—was just another inconvenience.
“Y’know…” he drawled, voice low and lazy, like he was savouring the words before spitting them into your spine, “He’s not wrong.”
soldier boy is a munch
you're already warm under him, sprawled across the bed while he looms over you— the smell of whiskey clinging to his breath, his hair mussed from your fingers. ben's pupils are blown wide, his grin lazy and smug, and you know he’s been drinking enough to get mean about it.
his big hands grip your thighs and shove them apart like you weigh nothing, the sound of your gasp making him chuckle low in his chest.
"c'mere, sweetheart.. lemme check on her."
he doesn't mean you. you've learned that by now. when he's drunk like this, you are just the delivery system for the only part of you he gives a damn about.
he noses down into the soft heat between your legs, dragging his stubble along your skin until you're arching. then his tongue flattens, wide and slow, painting over you in a way that's filthy and reverent all at once. he drags it up again, then again, and you realize— he's actually tracing a sloppy b against your folds.
"that's for her. she's been good for me, huh? all soft n' needy.."
your hips twitch and he pins them hard to the mattress, mean grin cutting across his face.
"don't run from me, doll. not when she’s lookin' at me like that."
clark kent x f!reader x bruce wayne (battinson) word count: 6.9k warnings: smut, stalker!bruce, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, situationships, slight dom/sub dynamic, threesome synopsis: she technically doesn't belong to clark. so technically, her bringing the guy he hates more than anything else in this world over to have sex with shouldn't be a problem...
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Her hands are in Clark Kent’s hair to hold him in place between her thighs and her eyes are locked on Bruce Wayne from where he watches them in the window across from hers. He thinks he’s discreet, dressed in his all-black getup, shrouded by the darkness of his room. He thinks she can’t see him there in his dark hat and mask and binoculars, greedily taking in every gyrate of her hips, every bite of her lip, every heavy breath inflating and deflating her chest.
Clark licks a firm stripe up her slit and hooks either of his arms around her thighs to anchor her down when her hips instinctively buck into his face. She loses her focus on Bruce for a moment to screw her eyelids shut, a string of hurried curses tumbling from her lips.
(SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG OMLLLL- i’ve never written anything other than starwars lol- but I hope this is enjoyable. I also havent ever written fauxscest and I wouldn't say i'm really into it, but I feel like it fits the character lowkey)
One of James' customer mistakes you for his daughter and you actually play along...James isnt thrilled
warnings: dead dove do not eat?, Fauxscest, age gap, orgasm denial, just regular schmegular smex, name calling,
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clark kent x f!reader x bruce wayne (battinson) word count: 6.9k warnings: smut, stalker!bruce, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, situationships, slight dom/sub dynamic, threesome synopsis: she technically doesn't belong to clark. so technically, her bringing the guy he hates more than anything else in this world over to have sex with shouldn't be a problem...
read on ao3
Her hands are in Clark Kent’s hair to hold him in place between her thighs and her eyes are locked on Bruce Wayne from where he watches them in the window across from hers. He thinks he’s discreet, dressed in his all-black getup, shrouded by the darkness of his room. He thinks she can’t see him there in his dark hat and mask and binoculars, greedily taking in every gyrate of her hips, every bite of her lip, every heavy breath inflating and deflating her chest.
Clark licks a firm stripe up her slit and hooks either of his arms around her thighs to anchor her down when her hips instinctively buck into his face. She loses her focus on Bruce for a moment to screw her eyelids shut, a string of hurried curses tumbling from her lips.
David Corenswet for W Magazine x
read part two here
remmick x fem!reader
18+/MDNI
w.c: 7.9k (i am just as surprised as you are)
Summary: Based on this concept that I posted awhile ago that really took off. I don't know when I developed the intense need to destroy this man, but here we are. I needed to exorcise this from my brain, so...enjoy.
Warnings: Smut!! Should also add that I have never written smut before lol so sorry if it sucks. Vampirsm, blood sucking, oral sex (f!receiving), sub!Remmick, pathetic!Remmic, begging kink, control kink, praise kink, p in v sex, intense power dynamics, pet names, mentions of religion, obsessive behavior, hair pulling, dom!Reader (sort of), torture, burning skin, cutting, knife play, spit play, drool, monsterfucking, treating Remmick like a dog, I really just want to inflict as much pain on him as is humanly possible.
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Special thank you to @spikedfearn for not only being one of the best writers in the Freaks for Remmick community, but also for beta reading this and encouraging me to write it! Please check her stuff out, she's a fantastic writer!
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softest man alive with the filthiest job
username: @kentwiththegooddick || picked it as a throwaway, fully convinced no one would ever see it. went viral overnight and now he’s stuck with it forever.
specialties: soft dominance, stamina, ruining women’s expectations for real men everywhere.
known for: the glasses™, the quiet groans he tries to bite back, the way he says “good girl” like a prayer.
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“she sent it. i used it.” • “study break” (coming soon!)
© anon-188 - est. 2025 | please do not repost, copy, or claim my work as your own.
notes: i’m not taking requests for pornstar!clark yet but feel free to send thoughts, questions, commentary, or ideas you’d like to see eventually! hope you enjoy <33
(p.s. this is my first character card (!!). i’m still working out aesthetics and such, so the layout may change!)
Ya’ll are trying to kill me huh
superbat x reader | a/n at the bottom!
tw: smut | MDNI 18+
“please.”
“not yet.” bruce instructs clark, sitting behind you, observing. his muscular nude chest flushed against your back.
“please,” clark begs again, his face scrunching up as he thrust into your tight cunt harder. “i just need to come.” his hands grip onto your hips with an iron grip, making sure you stay in place.
“not until she comes a second time.” bruce grunts out, his eyes narrowing in on clark. keeping an eye on him. your body withers at bruce’s words; already feeling like it’s on fire, and he was expecting another one out of you? you honestly don’t know if you could go on without losing your mind.
you weren’t dumb, bruce was using you to make an example out of clark. this was clearly some type of punishment… or bruce just really got off to clark’s crying, you of course don’t mind hearing whimpers from your boyfriend either but this was starting to feel a little more of a punishment on you too now.
sinking into bruce’s chest you feel clark’s pelvis hitting against you, his thrust hard and sloppy, trying to desperately chase his high. you couldn’t help but close your eyes. the feeling of clark slamming his cock into you was overwhelming
“open your eyes, baby.” bruce demands his fingers pinching at your side. “look at how greedy clark’s being.”
your eyes flutter open, feeling hazy as you look down at your hips, watching as clark thrust into you over and over again. you can’t help but whimper at the sight as your cunt tightens around him. “he’s using you as some toy.” your other boyfriend taunts, his voice whispering in your ear as his hand snakes down your body, groping your tits. being just as greedy, if not more than clark.
“please, bruce.” the man above you cries more, his round blue eyes stare into bruce’s as he continues to rut into you. leaning his face closer, clark presses his lips against bruce’s.
looking over to your boyfriends causes your stomach to swirl, butterflies flying around as your heart thumps against your chest. you can’t help but stare at them. “why don’t you show our girl some love, hm?” bruce mutters against clark’s lips, with a final small peck, he pulls from clark.
happily obliging, clark leans down to you, his swollen lips pressing against your neck, his tongue gently swirls around. making a small mark. leaning back up, his eyes flick to your neck before looking at you. “you’re so pretty, honey.” he murmurs his hips thrusting harshly into you again, his hands digging into the skin of your own hips, focusing back on making you both feel good, blowing out shallow breaths he tilts his head down looking at where your hips meet his. “i want to make you feel good.”
“you are, clark.” you choke out, feeling bruce’s hands pinching the bud of your breast, rolling your nipple between his finger and thumb, his eyes staring greedily as clark fucks you.
with your praise, clark continues his rhythm, his large muscular thighs smack against your limp ones. the pain and pleasure mixing together overwhelms you.
“i can’t-“ you start, your legs shaking and body feeling hot and flushed. “you can, and will.” bruce murmurs into your skin, nipping sharply at your jaw to distract you. “go on, give clark another one, baby.” he whispers his lips pecking gently where he was nipping at your skin. “come and you can be done.”
the logical part of you knew bruce was lying. he wasn’t even close to being done with you or clark for the night. he hasn’t even gotten off himself. this is how it always went. he’d tease and wait until you were completely fucked dumb. but you nod anyway, overwhelmed by clark to think straight.
“harder, give her greedy little cunt what she wants.” thrusting sharply, clark eyes screw shut, he can feel your cunt squeezing him, making it more harder for him to not spill his seed into you this very moment. he knew if he came before you did a second time bruce would be utterly pissed with him. he was trying his best here, but clark could only take so much! with a few final thrust you both lose it. your legs shake, your walls pulsing around clark’s cock as he continues to ram into you, spilling into you as he cries and whines for you.
drained and tired clark stills, slowly pulling out, he slumps against your body, his face digging into your damp neck. too tired to even care how hot and sticky you’re feeling you bring a hand up to his hair, playing with it gently.
“good job, the both of you.” bruce praises gently from behind you, his hand squeezing your side gently as he looks down at you and clark. your body stiffens, feeling his erection against your body. now fully aware you are nowhere near done for the night.
a/n: it’s my birthday, so here’s my gift to you guys!! ♡
My eyes have been opened
pornstar!clark kent (solo) | genre: smut | wc: 1.4k | view profile
warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), reader-based content (you sent the gift), masturbation, use of sex toys, viewer–performer dynamic, nsfw themes + language.
my pussy!!! she’s gone crazy!!!!
This was so fucking good holy shit
*MDNI*
Cameron Cade (Him 2025)
Five Stars - Soft!dom Cameron Cade
Patience - Sub!Cameron Cade
“It’s Our Anniversaryyy” - Switch!Cameron Cade
The Best Remedy - Switch!Cameron Cade
Three Days - Soft!dom Cameron Cade
Can’t Lose You - Switch!Cameron Cade
Needy - Dom!Cameron Cade
Forgive Me, Please… - Sub!Cameron Cade
No One Else but You - Soft!dom Cameron Cade
Tattoo it if it’s Real… - Switch!Cameron Cade
Natures Melatonin - Soft!dom Cameron Cade
Tis the Season… ! - Switch!Cameron Cade
“So good at being desired….” - Soft!dom Cameron Cade
"So Good at being Desired..." (P2) - Switch!Cameron Cade
JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Suguru Geto
Feelings mutual - Soft!dom Suguru Geto
Toji Fushiguro
Lights Out… - Dom!Toji Fushiguro
Thank you for reading, more to come this year...!
Smoke x Fem Reader
summary: Smoke was rutting in you and he realizes he sees his bulge, a belly bulge to be exact and it makes him feral
cw: smut, size kink??, p in v, a little bit of breeding kink?, belly bulge, slight choking.
a/n: to those who celebrate thanksgiving , i hope y'all had some good food and a good time. i'm sorry it's been a minute, lovelies, I've just been busy. but there is so much work i have in my drafts to give y'all, and as always, enjoy <333
you couldn’t even pay attention, you don’t remember how you two got to your bed but you don’t care because the way Smoke is rutting against you is all you can feel and think about.
you do remember him saying “work was too much today” or “i want work off my mind” you aren’t even sure what he really said. you know it was along those lines though and so that’s why you are currently getting rammed into like nobody’s business.
you haven’t seen Smoke get like this in a long time. He barely speaks when he’s like this. only grunting and moving fast as hell, and deeper than you ever felt him.
He sinks slowly into you, “Cmon baby” he grits as his hands are near your head and your back on the bed. you are sweating and moaning.
“mmmm, Smoke” you moan, caressing his face and kissing him, moaning into his mouth
“need you, baby, need you so bad” he breaks the kiss, kissing your forehead his head dropping he watches himself go in and he freezes. completely still as he is in you, causing you to move your hips.
he holds your hips as his eyes are glued to your lower abdomen, seeing a bulge there, and he takes a deep breath, slowly, his eyes examining as he drags his hand onto your lower abdomen and he presses down a bit causing you to squirm away.
"baby what are you doin’?" you whine, bucking your hips to meet his, but his hands tighten around your hips, stopping you, giving you no release as he watches your face and his eyes lead back to the bulge he takes a shaky breath as if he is in a trance, and he pulls out all the way. you are a whining mess
"Stop being mean and gimme," you pout, and he just smiles at you. he takes your face in his hand and kisses you
"baby, i need you to see what i see," he says in a gentle but raspy voice "watch me go in" and you lean on your elbows, listening to him and you watch as he pulls out of you, his eyes meet yours once more to make sure you are looking.
he rams into you causing you to moan, eyes still straining to stay open
"you see it, baby?" he asks "you see me?"
his eyes aren't even on you they are on his bulge and your eyes follow his and your eyes widen "is that?" you begin to say and his hips move faster
"all me baby, all me" he says and unbeknownst to you, you are now gripping him like a vice, back now fully on the bed and moaning to your hearts content.
mhhmm cmon baby, know I'm deep baby i know it" he says, he's not talking to you, he is talking to her now. your pussy. his hand presses his bulge again causing him let out a moan, he is fascinated about how he feels through your skin. he rubs his hand along the bulge as you are whining and he ruts faster.
he watches your face scrunch up, knowing your close he grabs your hand that clings to the sheets and places it on your lower belly, placing his hand over yours and pressing with a bit of force so you can feel the bulge, feeling him entering and leaving
"i'm so deep baby aren't i?, even through your cute belly, you still feel me hm?
"don't cum not yet baby, not until i know I'm deep inside, deep enough," he huffs out
he kisses you pulling out, causing you to hiss and reach for him but he stops you, shaking his head “nuh uh baby, turn around fa me baby, wanna see you in the mirror”
you face the mirror on all fours and hold’s himself there for a minute, teasing your entrance, he holds his dick in his hand getting ready to enter you but his other hand isn’t on your neck yet, no, its on your lower abdomen and you see why he wants you in this position, he wanted to feel himself go deep into you.
“face down baby, only for now,” he tells you, his voice having a softness to it, a softness you haven’t heard a minute, and your face is in the pillows.
Face down and ass up, that’s the way he wanted you now
His hands on his dick pushing in as his other hand on his lower abdomen, he feels the bulge immediately, your supple skin just protruding with his dick has him a million times harder and closer then he’s ever been.
His hand stays on the bulge and he groans “baby, lean back to me and kiss me cmon”
You are throwing your pussy back on him and your hand goes to the bulge to rub your hands on his and the bulge
“so big daddy, gonna—fill-- me up so good.” you choke, your eyes water.
“cmon baby I want my kiss, arch that back fa me and kiss me” he demands, pressing harder on your bulge that has your hand on it.
you use your hands and push back, but that’s not what he asked you to do, he continues pressing your hand on the bulge and his other hand slithers to the middle of your back and wraps around to the front of your neck, pulling you back as his hips continue to rut into you.
you shake a little as he pulls you back and turns your head to the side to kiss you. His lips locking into your moaning
“good girl” he groans, still hand wrapped around your neck whispering into your ear leaning kissing your neck. “look in the mirror you can see the bulge baby cmon, imma make you a mommy cmon baby” he groans as he looks at you in the mirror and you two make eye contact, both of your hands on his bulge, feeling him deep inside you.
your breath hitches as your eyes meet his and you feel his bulge you close your eyes, moaning shaking and crying out his name “Ssmokee, fuck daddy!”. He kisses the side of your head, laying your head down on the pillows and facing you back down, his hips never stop and his hand never leaves your lower abdomen. his bulge. his pussy.
“that’s it, baby, there you go take it, take my nut, so pretty cumming for me”
He came a couple of times, but he stays inside you, loving the feeling of the bulge, and kissing your back, letting you come all the way down, and not wanting you to waste a drop of cum.
your thighs are done, he releases you and lays on his back, kissing your lips softly
“you ok baby?, you did so good fa’ me, princess, so so good,” he whispers softly.
Smoke shifts next to you, peppering your face with kisses. He rolls your hips preparing you to staddle him. “mmmphh, fuck baby, I thought we were done,” you hiss as he eases right back into you,
You hiss as the feeling and you begin to move your hips grinding, but he smacks your ass hard, stopping your motions.
He shakes his head, kissing your forehead, “we are, don’t worry I ain't movin’ just wanna feel you, feel how deep I am, lay on me you can sleep,” he reassures you as his hand finds that bulge in your lower stomach again, and he smiles.
He loves this new feeling, and so do you.
a/n & taglist
a/n: soooo idk how to feel about this, i like it, but i still have the original draft, and maybe i'll make something out of the og one, but who knows :/
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