𐑺ִ valentine’s day week event ; all addicted to me 💓

cupid’s got an attitude this year, and she’s not handing out soft kisses and shy glances. this is love that takes, love that owns. love that starts with a stolen kiss and ends with a grip that won’t let go. her arrows are ready, but can you handle being struck ?

“. . . stupid cupid, stop picking on me . . .”

˗ ˏˋ what’s to come ˎˊ˗

❤︎ monday ; you’ve been mine ; charlie baker is your brother’s bestfriend, and he’s 3 years older than you. you’ve always wanted each other but your brother has deemed you as off-limits but this valentine’s day, all bets are off the table, who will make the first move ?

❤︎ tuesday ; you love when i hate you ; vinnie hacker has always been your academic rival, but on valentine’s day, when he sees you with a date at his PR event, he’s not having it and he’ll remind you who truly owns you.

❤︎ wednesday ; prove yourself ; valentine’s day is supposed to be about love, but when your boss, jensen ackles, walks in, everything changes. as his assistant, you’re caught between professionalism and a dangerous, irresistible pull.

❤︎ thursday ; captured by cupid ; on valentine’s day, cupid’s arrow strikes—clark kent, the flannel wearing farm boy, tonight he’s torn between his loyalty to lana and his forbidden attraction to you, her best friend. one look sets off a passionate, dangerous affair.

❤︎ friday ; my bloody valentine ; valentine’s day, clark kent isn’t himself—a red kryptonite-fueled vampire. one bite changes you forever—intoxicating, overwhelming, binding you to him. there’s no escape. you’re his now, body and soul.

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✩‧₊˚౨ৎ cupid’s arrows don’t just bring love. they bring madness, obsession, & all the forbidden desires you’re craving. valentine’s week is approaching & the hunt is on. will you survive cupid’s world ?

ෆ༘ rini’s note ; ahh !! im so excited ! literally working overtime on these fics but thank you so much for 250 followers already :D it hasn’t even been a full week yet and y’all gassing me like crazy🥹 but ily ily so muchh get pumped for what i have next luverss <33 also will probably edit this and make tweaks so dont mind thatt lol

ৎ୭ tainted by you ; clark kent

“c’mon, nobody’s gonna catch us,” clark prodded, his hands sliding up your hips, twirling his fingers into the waistband of your denim skirt as he pushed you back against the cold brick of the alleyway wall, “you know i could get us out of here before they’d even register what was happening.” his voice low, leaning into the crook of your neck, his tongue grazing over the warm skin before sinking his teeth into it. you yelped at the contact, your arms shooting up to push at his chest, your stomach churning, “clark! what the hell was that?” you whined out, but clark’s grip was firm, and he didn’t even bother to pull away. his mouth still working on you, his hands slid up your denim skirt, it bunching up at your hips as he gripped your ass harshly and pulled you flush against him.

your head tipped back as you held back a moan of pleasure and pain, your acrylic nails tugging his hair, and he groaned against your skin. “there ya go baby, gonna let me take care of you right?” clark’s fingers looped around your panties yanking them down, your hands shot to push his wrist away—still attempting to hold onto any sense of control over this moment, but you knew it was useless. “clark—we shouldn’t—” but he cut you off by smashing his lips onto yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth with ease, forcing you open for him. you whimpered into his mouth, feeling him plunge to fingers inside your throbbing pussy, clark’s lips traveled down your jaw and behind your ear, “you tell me no but you’re so wet for me, why is that?” he bites down on your earlobe, his tongue gliding over the cartilage, placing sloppy kisses everywhere. you can’t help but moan at the feeling, melting into him, he knew your body, exactly where to place his lips, his hands, every single spot, like it was specifically designed for him to unravel.

your body rocked against the brick wall, his fingers working so fast in and out of you, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your clit. you arched into him, feeling the tightness build your stomach, “cl-clark m’ gonna—” you barely made out, your body glitching against him, before squirting all over his fingers, staining his grey sweatpants, drops trickling down onto the pavement. clark’s fingers barely slowed down, “fuck baby, that was so hot,” he groans, “such a dirty girl, ruining my clothes in this damn alleyway, not as innocent as you pretend to be hm?” his fingers slide out of you, reaching into his sweats and tugging his dick out. you can barely speak, still trying to catch your breath from the action that just transpired. but clark’s moving fast—too fast for you to catch up, “wait-wait-slow down” you pant, pushing at his chest. clark doesn’t listen, his tip sliding in between your slit, already coating himself in your wetness, “you want me to slow down? you think you have a say in this?” he growls, slipping into you, raw and rough, feeling the intense stretch of him between your walls.

you squeal loudly trying to back away him, moving up the wall. clark slaps your face, your head whipping to the side, cheek stinging hot, anger welling up inside you—and even more so, fear as you looked into his eyes, vision blurry through your tears, “stupid slut, you must wanna get caught, making noises like that” clark bites at your jaw, before licking down your neck, “say my name then, tell em’ who’s got you folded up like this.” shaking your head, you clench around him, still pulsating from your last orgasm, your fingers lock in his hair, “bitch, i said say it.” he slaps your ass, causing you to jerk forward, his tip slamming against your cervix, you bit down on your lip, hands tightening around his neck, “f-fuck clark, please” you gasp out, he rests his forehead on yours, grunting as he speeds up, his eyes locked on yours, “louder.” clark demands, and you gasp, feeling the tightness in your stomach once again, your eyes dare to roll back but you stay focused, for your sake, you can’t bare another harsh slap.

“yes—fuck clark—im so close,” you moan uncontrollably, your head tipping back hitting the brick wall repeatedly, your grip on him slips, lazily clawing at his shoulders, clark’s ears twitch, and he smirks at you “people are coming. but you’re gonna cum on my dick anyway, right slut?” you nod weakly, halfway feeling ashamed, the other half craving the humiliation, loving how he makes a fool out of you, being so desperate and needy for him. it’s pathetic, you know, but you don’t care, you need him, and he wasn’t afraid to let everyone else know it. just then, you felt his warm cum shoot into you, your eyes squeezing shut, trembling against him, throaty moans escaping both of your mouths as he collapses on top of you, chest presses hard against yours, still holding you up against the wall. and you hadn’t even realized you had squirted again on him, completely drenching his sweats, puddles on the pavement around you. you fought to catch your breath, the group of people passing by the alleyway, in deep conversation, completely oblivious to what was happening underneath these red lights.

“see what happens when you’re good for me? so where are we thinking next? the mall? movies?”

★ rini’s note ; spoiling my red kryptonite clark lovers today huh?? i can’t get enough of him—too hot to handle, but he’s got me wrapped around his finger. & ik he’s just such a freak like i just know it 💔 srry ab any typos grr i rush but they will be fixed in due time <3

this man loves the power trip, the way he ruins your pretty little face, your makeup all smeared, lips all swollen and puffy, tears staining your face, fuck—red clark thinks you look so pretty like this and he’d be cocky as hell about it, gripping your chin tight as he towers over you, dragging his fingers across your lips, forcing his fingers into your mouth making you taste it, “look at you,” he’d mutter, voice dark and dripping with satisfaction. “so fuckin’ pretty like this.” and the smirk? that deep, lazy, possessive smirk? he’s thriving off the sight !!!

he’s fucking gone. growling low in his throat, gripping you by the jaw and pulling you into a filthy kiss because now he’s too turned on to stop. jaw clenched, abs tight, a low, guttural moan leaving his lips as he comes hard—and he makes damn sure every drop lands exactly where he wants it. your face, your lips, your chest—it’s all his canvas, and he’s fucking obsessed with the sight of you afterward, like a reward. “shit baby, stay right there.” or “yeah, just like that.” stroking his dick so tight and so fast, his thumb rubbing lazily over his tip as it all shoots on your face, his other hand tangling in your hair, “fuuck—such a good little slut for me.” his voice is husky, teasing. “you really think i’m done with you?” as he tosses you into position for round two.

and if u piss him off ??? torture. he love pulling out just to nut on your face instead of nutting in you, punishing you, telling you don’t deserve it, and he’d tease you, dangling it in your face just to pull away, “yeah, you want it? want me to fill you up?” watching you beg so eagerly for it, so desperate, just to pull out at the last second, fast, gripping the base of his dick, “uh-uh baby, you gotta wear it instead.” clark mutters, gripping your hair harshly dragging you off the bed and onto the ground before him, “be good for me, my little cumslut, yeah?”

when he finally finishes on your face, his sticky load coating your lashes, lips, even your nose, and he just watches in satisfaction,“too bad you pissed me off earlier.” his smirk is mean, his fingers curling around your throat again. “now i gotta do it again. and again. until you learn your fuckin’ lesson.”

and if you try to wipe it off? he’s definitely not having that, snatching your wrists tight, “don’t fuckin’ move, i’m not done looking at you yet.” you whine, squirm, but he’s already gripping your jaw, forcing you to look up at him, “you should be thanking me baby,” dragging you to a mirror, “look how pretty i made you.” clark would grin deviously, the crimson hue in his eyes reflecting back at you. “such a whore, you love being dirty for me, don’t you?” but he’s not done. he takes his time after, dragging his fingers through the mess, spreading it across your skin, your lips—watching you with those heavy, lust-dark eyes.

“you sure about this?” clark asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. you had offered your throat to him, for him to use and abuse for his own benefit, to make your mouth his own personal fleshlight. it’s not like you hadn’t thought about it—and you know he did, you knew he was afraid of hurting you, but you didn’t care, this was about what you wanted and what you were going to give.

“yes clark, i’ve never been more sure about anything. don’t hesitate now, you had all day to get ready for me.” you sink down to your knees in front of him, his back against the foot of your shared bed. his hands were making patterns on your chin and down your jaw, as if he was savoring how pretty you look before he completely ruins you. he doesn’t respond, he just tilts his chin up, eyes locked on yours and begins undoing his belt. and you can’t help but grin, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. finally, you thought, he was finally going to fuck your face, ruin your pretty little mouth—you could already feel him, the sensation of his nut coating the back of your throat.

“if it’s too much—or i hurt you at all, at any moment, you let me know okay?” he says, his fingers looping into the waistband of his pants as he tugged them down along with his boxers. his dick sprung free, brushing against your lips as it hit his stomach. you immediately reached up to grab him, slowly taking his tip into your mouth. he hisses at the feeling of your soft, warm lips around him, shifting slightly against the bed, his eyes fluttering close and his head tipping back. you knew he was shy, wasn’t used to this, but needed to see how far you could push him, to see if he would completely crumble for you. “can you look at me?” you murmur, before taking all of him into your mouth. clark’s head shot up, his hands flying immediately to grip your hair that was falling in front of your face. “fuck, yeah—yeah baby, i can look at you, you know you look so pretty for me huh?” he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he wraps it tightly around his fist, tugging slightly.

“mhm—” you moan against him, swirling your tongue around the underside of his dick, feeling the thick veins throbbing as you bob your head up and down. clark pulls your hair tighter, his eyes half lidded as he watches you suck him off with ease, too damn easy, he thought. now, he almost wanted to punish you for it, punish you for getting him here, for taking him so well, he wanted more. his hands slowly traveled to the back of your neck, still gripping your hair around his fist, slowly pressing your head further down onto him. his hips bucked instinctively into your throat and he moaned loudly, “just like that baby—fuuck” you gagged around him, his full length hitting the back of your throat, tears welled up in your eyes, your body heaving forward.

your hands shot up to grip his thighs, pulling back as you tried to catch your breath, “that’s what you wanted right?” clark pants, his hand moving down to wipe the spit pooling at your glossy lips, you nodded quickly—too quickly, although you were taken aback, you hadn’t expected him to just go for it—let alone without a warning, but it was what you wanted, needed from him, to throat fuck you like there’s no tomorrow, like it was his last chance to prove himself. he snickered leaning forward slightly, both of his hands tangling in your hair, “you should get back on there then.” he guides you back down onto him, your plump lips wrapping back around his glistening dick as you took in the sight of him. his crinkled white tee, his pink lips curled into a lazy smirk, his pretty eyes low, his fluffy hair disheveled—gosh, he looked too fucking good, you could feel the feel the wetness pooling between your thighs, soaking through your panties. clark stands up fully, his height insane as he looked down at you causing your breath to hitch in your throat, definitely enough for him to feel it, your throat clenching around him.

“not gonna hurt you baby, but i’m sure you’d love it if i did hm?” clark teases, brushing your hair back out your face. you could feel your lashes flutter at his towering frame over you, you almost looked away—his gaze so piercing and intense, “it’s tempting… you take my dick so well you know that?” he groans, his hips shifting slightly, you hum in response to him, your mouth still working, your head still bobbing, stifled sounds of spit gushing around him. “can’t help but to wanna shove it down your throat, see how much you can really handle…” you take that as a challenge, blinking a few times before taking his throbbing shaft completely down your throat again, but this time clark took control. he didn’t let you pull back immediately, instead he held you there, deep-throating him entirely as you gagged uncontrollably, “shit-shit-shit—” he hissed, his eyes squeezing shut, your nose grazed the hairs at the base of his hips, and you felt him twitch in your mouth, seconds later his cum shot down your throat. you couldn’t swallow—hell, you could barely breathe, you tapped his thigh hopefully hard enough to knock him out his haze, and he perked up like a dog, his eyes wide as he let you go. you immediately gasped, hand shooting up to catch the spit trailing your chin and chest.

“fuck baby, i’m sorry—you know how i get when i—” clark started but you cut him off, “no, it’s okay, i…like it..” you murmur, sniffling a bit, smirking up at him as you sat back on your heels. clark’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red at your words and he scoffed shaking his head, reaching down to cup your face, giving you a deep kiss, “then round two?” he grinned mischievously, a dark glint in his eyes. and you didn’t know if you’d regret this in the morning, but you had a feeling it’d be worth it…

★ rini’s note ; this took me unnecessarily long to finish so the endings a bit rushed HA but grrrr need his dick down my throat bad AND NOT ON NO GENTLE SHIT like damn kill me boy 😒 anyway hope yall luv itt likes + reblogs are so sexy btww

red kryptonite clark . . . would take advantage of every single second of you breaking down for him, and he’d use it all against you, forcing you to submit to him whether you want to or not. he’s all about dominance and control, leaving no room for ifs, ands, or buts, he wants what he wants, and won’t stop until he’s satisfied. he’d overstimulate you, three orgasms in and you’re completely wrecked under him trembling, chest heaving, completely overwhelmed by the intense pleasure—so much it’s turned painful because of how sensitive you are. but clark doesn’t let up, he continues fucking you raw—pounding into you, his hands roaming your body, gripping you so tight, bruises would surely form within the next minutes. “aww,” he mocks, “are you tired already? thought you could handle me…” clark bites at your skin, “guess i overestimated you, baby.” all you can do is moan, whimper, whine, in response to his total corruption, teaching you to take him, to give in, to become his.

red kryptonite clark . . . doesn’t just want to fuck you—he wants to own you. your mind, your body, your soul, everything about you belongs to him. every little gasp, moan, all because of him. he won’t stop until he’s the only person on your mind, he wants to be sure you won’t even think about letting anyone else near you because you both know they could never do you like him. he knows your body well—too well, exactly how to make you fold, crumbling under his touch, his senses heightening your anatomy, he can feel and hear the way your heart beats faster whenever he touches you, whenever he makes you do or say things you claimed you would never, he wants it all. clark will push and push until you finally break, unable to resist him, “you think you’re in control?” his fingers tug your hair harshly, pulling you into him, “keep pushing me. you’ll give in, i’ll make sure you break, and you’ll beg me for it.” he whispers in your ear, his hand sliding down to grip your neck, tightening just enough to remind you who he is.

red kryptonite clark . . . would corrupt you. his powers give him an extreme advantage over you—as if he needed them anyway. his strength is inhuman, one hand, that’s all it takes. one hand. and your arms are pinned above your head or behind your back while his free hands roams your body, causing you to feel extremely small and exposed. he wants you to feel how powerless you are under him, manhandling you, tossing you around like you weigh nothing, one second, you’re standing. the next? you’re over his shoulder, his palm landing on your ass with a sharp smack as he carries you effortlessly. “you struggle too much,” he mutters. “maybe i should fix that.” he loves how delicate you feel beneath him, how easy he can manipulate your body however he wants. his chest pressed against yours, completely caging you in, “i could do anything to you… and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” you know you can’t overpower him, and he will always make sure you remember that.

red kryptonite clark . . . loves to ruin you, to make into such a pretty mess for him. he grips your hair harshly, fucking up whatever cute style you had that day—demolished by him. tugging your cute carefully picked hair clips or scrunchies, throwing them to the ground like they mean nothing, the second he sees you, he shakes his head, grinning, “you really thought this was gonna last?” he pulls it apart slowly, ensuring you feel him, you understand he’s in control of every single moment, if you try to stop him, he just grabs your wrists, swatting you away, “uh-uh, you’re mine, i want you looking exactly how i left you.” and if you get upset? if you pout? he enjoys it even more, tilting his head like he’s so amused by your reaction, “aw you upset?” clark taunts, gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “thought you looked cute? trust me baby, you look so better like this.” and he would make you see what he did, dragging you to a mirror, standing behind you, “go on, take a good look. that little style? gone. all that effort? wasted.” he’d murmur in your ear, fingers digging into your waist, “and why? because i wanted it that way.” and if you refuse to acknowledge it? man, he will force you. his large arm snaking around your stomach, the other tightening on the back of your neck, “no, you don’t get to ignore this. look at what i did to you.” and he won’t hesitate to double down, if you squirm or fight.

red kryptonite clark . . . doesn’t just want your submission, he wants to see you fall apart. leaving you sore, aching, bruised, he wants to see that moment you’re too far gone but too hooked to walk away. he loves seeing that struggle in your eyes, that brief flicker of defiance before it vanishes completely. it excites him, turns him on, knowing you’re trying so hard to hold on, but you’re slipping, and it’s only a matter of time before you fall into the abyss he’s created for you. “you’re so close, aren’t you?” clark’s voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper. “i can see it, feel it, hear it, trying so hard to hold onto whatever left of you.” his every move, every touch is deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge. it’s a game to him—watching you crumble, feeling the tension build, knowing it won’t be long before you’re completely lost in him. “you’re slipping, baby. you’re already mine, and you love it.” the rush that hits him when you finally surrender, when you realize you’re no longer in control, is almost euphoric, more than just a power trip—it’s knowing you’ll never be the same after this. that feeling of ownership is addictive to him. you’re no longer a challenge; you’re a conquest, and with every step you take toward your breaking point, he feels that pull in his chest, that unrelenting satisfaction and he savors every moment of it.

★ rini’s note ; can yall hear me barking???? yeah u hear it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 this man this mannnnn i cant even think straight jist need him to corrupt me pls !!! will beg for it !!!! likez and reblogz are sooo sexc so show me sum luv <3

pervert!clark . . . would definitely use his x-ray vision to peek under your clothes and see your lingerie, he can’t help himself, you always have the cutest lace sets, it’s like you do it on purpose just for him. delicate lace hugging your soft skin, sheer fabrics barely covering you, tiny little bows and intricate details that he knows you chose carefully. he’s memorized every lace pattern, every bow, every strap placement. that he could sketch them blindfolded, that he knows which sets are your favorites, which ones you wear when you’re feeling confident, playful, soft.

pervert!clark . . . would use his heightened senses to smell everything about you. from the soap you use, perfume, even your natural scent. it’s addicting to him and he can’t get enough of you. he’d always be standing just a bit too close, savoring it all. he might even smell areas you were just sitting or standing just to inhale the vanilla warmth of your lotion, the floral sweetness of your perfume, the fresh, clean scent of your shampoo.

pervert!clark . . . would listen in on your private conversations or alone time. he’d overhear you sharing secrets to your friends, possibly about him. your voice dropping into a hush, playful, teasing, as you talk about him. about how he’s so tall, broad, strong. about how his voice does something to you, how his hands are so big, how you can’t stop thinking about him, how you wonder what it would feel like to be touched by him—

pervert!clark . . . he’d overhear your intimate time, listening in on your moans as you touch yourself to thoughts of him. those soft little gasps, the hitch in your breath, the way your sheets rustle, the way your voice catches when you try to stay quiet. the way you whimper his name, the way you sigh, the way your heartbeat spikes. he’s already rock hard, just listening to you fall apart for him—without him even being there. even while you’re in the shower, he’s outside the door—listening, the soft hum of a song you don’t even realize you’re singing, the sighs of relaxation when the heat soaks into your muscles, he’s probably getting off too as he uses his x-ray vision to see through the walls. and he tries not to. he really does. but then you sigh, body shifting under the heat of the water, and he caves. his x-ray vision flickers on. and there you are—completely bare, steam curling around your skin, water tracing paths down every curve. you have no idea. no idea that clark is right outside your door, stroking his dick, his grip tight as he chases his orgasm, biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds. no idea that he’s watching you, hearing you, soaking in every fucking second. that if you even cracked that door open, you’d see him standing there—flushed, panting, wrecked just from looking at you.

pervert!clark . . . with his super speed could disappear right before your eyes, and you’d never know he was there. he’d be in your room, possibly watching you sleep as he fucks his fist in the dark corners of your room. it’s too easy to be right here, in your space, watching over you while you’re completely unaware. and fuck—you look so soft. so peaceful. so vulnerable. he’d probably open up your closet or drawers needing to feel a piece of your clothing between his hands, even the smell of you, he’d hold the shirt up to his face, palming himself through his sweats as he breathes you in, again and again, inhaling the sweet smell as it conveniently muffles the desperate little moans slipping past his lips.

pervert!clark . . . would sneak into your room while you’re gone, running his hands over your blankets or pillows. the satin sheets feeling like liquid under his fingertips. then he does what he always does—he buries his face in your pillow, inhaling deeply, letting your scent fill his lungs like it’s something he physically needs to survive. would you feel his presence in your sheets when you slide into bed tonight? would you toss and turn, restless, wondering why your skin tingles, why your breath comes just a little quicker?

clark hopes so….

a/n ; i have so many thoughts for this cause our boy ck is already a bit of a freak and i’m alr thinking of a part two 🫣 lmk if you guys like ! show me luvv 😚

YUMMY SCRUMPTIOUS DELICIOUS NEED HIM BADDD

thinkinh about this again….

anyways so the dick is too big ur options are

a. take it anyway like a good little whore OR

b. run from the dick even though you literally begged to to be fucked thru the mattress

both, next question

This is how I feel in school

this is how i feel EVERYWHERE

me coded if anyone was wondering

that’s why i choose all :)

ꗃ player’s prayer ; jensen ackles

“ . . . i can’t get over you, i just need one more chance . . .”

“let me make it up, baby please. you know you’ve missed me..” jensen murmurs against the soft skin in the crook of your neck, his hands gripping your waist harshly. you rolled your eyes at him but couldn’t help but grow hot at his words—and his touch. it was true, you did miss him. weeks of having to comfort yourself, take care of yourself, and even get off on your own all because he lacks self control, and apparently respect. he didn’t deserve any of you—not anymore, not after you had caught him with another girl at his birthday party.

her polished nails all over him, rubbing cake on his lips, whispering in his ear. i mean, you were baffled, but you guys weren’t exactly together so you couldn’t be too upset. but jensen knew what it was, and there were certain lines you weren’t supposed to cross, but of course, let him be the one to break the rules. you pushed lightly at his chest, “jensen..” you began, but as soon as you felt his warm tongue glide against your skin—all of your resolve crumbled. you bit your lip, stifling a little moan that dared to escape—proving jensen absolutely correct. “hmm?” he mumbles, still biting and nipping at your neck, his hands slide under the thin fabric of your tanktop. “you…you don’t get to just—” he pulled back suddenly, his hands still roaming your body, his eyes locked on yours searching for that flicker of defiance you’re holding on to.

“just what? prove to you how sorry i am?” jensen brought his hand up to your chin tilting it up slightly, his thumb brushing your bottom lip, “you were right. i knew better, but i’m here now, ready to show you how bad i missed you. gonna let me?” he leans back in, kissing you slowly, as if testing the waters, challenging you. and now you can’t help but melt into him, being reminded of everything you’ve been missing. his smell, his soft skin, his rough touch, you needed him bad—you couldn’t do it for yourself anymore. your arms loop around his neck, pulling him deeper into you, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

jensen’s hands traveled up your back, dipping into the curve of your spine, memorizing the feeling of you beneath his fingertips, “mmh, there she is, you missed me too, didn’t you baby?” he mumbles against your lips, his hands drop down to the waistband of your black velour sweatpants, “tell me you fucking missed me so i can get these off.” your breath hitches in your throat, hands dropping down to his chest, “i missed you jensen, need you inside me please.” you breath out gripping him tightly. he smirks before dipping down and lifting you onto the bed. he tugs your pants off along with your panties in one swift motion, his eyes locked on your glistening cunt before him. he lets out a groan, “fuck, look at you… soaking for me..” jensen drags his fingers through your folds, his fingers picking up every drop of your wetness before bringing them up to his mouth, sucking them clean. “never forgot how sweet you are, baby.” you shudder at his words and touch, a soft breathy moan escaping your lips as he spreads your legs wider before tugging his own sweats off, his dick springing free brushing his stomach.

“where’d all that attitude go? all that fight? you’re so quiet now..” he mutters hovering over you, lining his dick up at your gushing slit, he slowly drags his tip along your pussy, teasing, before pushing into you. you shoot up to grip his back, your polished nails clawing at him as he stretches you open. “shit, you’re still so tight for me, nobody could work you like i can huh babydoll?” he kisses you deeply, picking up his pace, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth. scratching at his back, bucking your hips into his, begging him to go deeper cause this is what you’ve been missing, what you’ve been craving. “really thought you could go weeks without this dick? nah, pussy still sucking me in like she missed me” he groans digging into you, his voice hoarse against your lips.

and you know you won’t even remember why you were mad at him in the first place once’s he’s finished with you.

★ rini’s note ; ermmm so i had a great idea for this and then kinda drifted as i went on idk then i was gonna add to it butttttt i don’t think i will :)))) so settle for this lil blurbyyy likes + reblogs + comments are so appreciated mwahh <3

he’s such a lil hoe i love him

Jonathan Kent DILF supremacy!!!

⊹ ི ͜ 𝜗 ˚˖ on cam ; jensen ackles

“ . . . foreplay in 4k . . . fuck a picture, i’m too freaky, you know me i shoot a movie . . .”

ও synopsis ; jensen wants to film you touching yourself…look at how focused he looks in that pic..yum…

“c’mon baby, you know you’ll look so good—and it’s just for me. what’s the problem?” jensen says walking over to you standing in your shared bedroom where you’re folding laundry. he’s been trying to get you to film a sex tape for him—and you wouldn’t have a problem if he’s was doing it with you. but no, he wants you to do it solo. while he films you, watching your every move, the thought alone sent shivers down your spine, and blood rushing to your heat cheeks, cheeks, you meant.

“i don’t know jens, i don’t think i can…” you started off. but you knew this protest wouldn’t last long, you always gave this man whatever he wanted. he started off with you, kissing you so passionately, his hands roaming your body, his large hand slipping into your little pink shorts. your hips instinctively bucked into him as he guided you back towards the bed knocking your fresh and perfectly folded clothes onto the floor.

his middle and pointer finger brushing against your clit before dipping into your already soaking pussy, and your head dipped into the pillows under you as you moaned loudly. jensen just smirked at you, he knew he would have his way one way or another, he wouldn’t stop until he did. his eyes flicker up to the nightstand beside your bed spotting his camcorder already set just waiting for him to click record. he looks back down at you, his hand slipping out of your shorts just to loop his fingers in the waistband and yank them off.

you gasp at the sudden movement—and even more because you know what’s coming, now there’s no way out of this. you watch as he reaches for the camera, his eyes never leaving your face. “you’re gonna look so perfect baby, stay just like that.” jensen says, slipping the camera into his hand as he brings it up to his face. he leans down to kiss you before placing a trail down your neck to your chest and you hear the camera beep. you have no words, your breathing picks up, your mind gets all fuzzy cause this is it—the moment you’ve been dreading.

“you’re already so wet for me baby girl, don’t pretend you’re not loving this just as much as i am.” he smirks, getting off the bed. he zooms in as he sinks down to his knees his hips pressing into the mattress. your breath gets caught in your throat, your eyes flutter close as you let your body relax for him. your hand glides over to your pussy and you waste no time getting to work on your clit. you let out a soft whine, your head tipping back squeezing your eyes shut because it’s easier if you pretend he isn’t there, if you just pretend you’re alone like you usually do, you say it’s only in your thoughts, there’s no camera. but jensen isn’t letting that slide.

“aht aht, baby..” he groans low, shifting against the bed, “eye contact, need you to look at me—and the camera okay?” you let out a deep sigh, lifting your head to meet his gaze locked on you. his face is so focused on you and the camera, his cheeks are flushed pink, brows furrowed, the sight of him causes your belly to twist in ways you never thought possible. you let out a shaky breath, “jensen, do i have to do this…?” you tried to protest again, but he didn’t let up, ‘you’re already halfway there’ he said, and he was already recording—and now he needs you to keep eye contact? was he trying to kill you?

he lets out a low grunt at the tiny image of you on his camcorder, all split for him, your little hand already working it’s magic, your pretty eyes trained on him—it’s enough to make him nut right there, matter fact, he could already feel the precum seeping through his pants as he rubs his hips into the bed. he knew this would be a good idea, he knew you weren’t as shy as you pretended to be, he knew you were a slut for him. “that’s it, you look so hot baby. say my name, tell the camera who you’re doing it for.”

⭒ rini’s note ; um this was a bit rushed & barely proof read if ya couldn’t tell … first time writing for jensen , i might add onto this in the future because the idea is so yummy but enjoy this blurby for now ;)

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pervert!clark . . . would definitely use his x-ray vision to peek under your clothes and see your lingerie, he can’t help himself, you always have the cutest lace sets, it’s like you do it on purpose just for him. delicate lace hugging your soft skin, sheer fabrics barely covering you, tiny little bows and intricate details that he knows you chose carefully. he’s memorized every lace pattern, every bow, every strap placement. that he could sketch them blindfolded, that he knows which sets are your favorites, which ones you wear when you’re feeling confident, playful, soft.

pervert!clark . . . would use his heightened senses to smell everything about you. from the soap you use, perfume, even your natural scent. it’s addicting to him and he can’t get enough of you. he’d always be standing just a bit too close, savoring it all. he might even smell areas you were just sitting or standing just to inhale the vanilla warmth of your lotion, the floral sweetness of your perfume, the fresh, clean scent of your shampoo.

pervert!clark . . . would listen in on your private conversations or alone time. he’d overhear you sharing secrets to your friends, possibly about him. your voice dropping into a hush, playful, teasing, as you talk about him. about how he’s so tall, broad, strong. about how his voice does something to you, how his hands are so big, how you can’t stop thinking about him, how you wonder what it would feel like to be touched by him—

pervert!clark . . . he’d overhear your intimate time, listening in on your moans as you touch yourself to thoughts of him. those soft little gasps, the hitch in your breath, the way your sheets rustle, the way your voice catches when you try to stay quiet. the way you whimper his name, the way you sigh, the way your heartbeat spikes. he’s already rock hard, just listening to you fall apart for him—without him even being there. even while you’re in the shower, he’s outside the door—listening, the soft hum of a song you don’t even realize you’re singing, the sighs of relaxation when the heat soaks into your muscles, he’s probably getting off too as he uses his x-ray vision to see through the walls. and he tries not to. he really does. but then you sigh, body shifting under the heat of the water, and he caves. his x-ray vision flickers on. and there you are—completely bare, steam curling around your skin, water tracing paths down every curve. you have no idea. no idea that clark is right outside your door, stroking his dick, his grip tight as he chases his orgasm, biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds. no idea that he’s watching you, hearing you, soaking in every fucking second. that if you even cracked that door open, you’d see him standing there—flushed, panting, wrecked just from looking at you.

pervert!clark . . . with his super speed could disappear right before your eyes, and you’d never know he was there. he’d be in your room, possibly watching you sleep as he fucks his fist in the dark corners of your room. it’s too easy to be right here, in your space, watching over you while you’re completely unaware. and fuck—you look so soft. so peaceful. so vulnerable. he’d probably open up your closet or drawers needing to feel a piece of your clothing between his hands, even the smell of you, he’d hold the shirt up to his face, palming himself through his sweats as he breathes you in, again and again, inhaling the sweet smell as it conveniently muffles the desperate little moans slipping past his lips.

pervert!clark . . . would sneak into your room while you’re gone, running his hands over your blankets or pillows. the satin sheets feeling like liquid under his fingertips. then he does what he always does—he buries his face in your pillow, inhaling deeply, letting your scent fill his lungs like it’s something he physically needs to survive. would you feel his presence in your sheets when you slide into bed tonight? would you toss and turn, restless, wondering why your skin tingles, why your breath comes just a little quicker?

clark hopes so….

a/n ; i have so many thoughts for this cause our boy ck is already a bit of a freak and i’m alr thinking of a part two 🫣 lmk if you guys like ! show me luvv 😚

But they'd be so lonely without me😔

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