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headcanons for clark being a munch.
18+ mdni
clark kent who wakes you up too early on mornings you have to work so he can eat you out and “start your day right”.
clark kent who sometimes makes himself come in his pants just from eating you out.
clark kent who apologizes that you’re overstimulated but keeps working his tongue over your clit because he just can’t stop.
clark kent who can’t last being inside you after he’s eaten your pussy because it got him so worked up.
clark kent who begs to “have a little taste” while you’re watching a movie at home.
clark kent who once got his 6’ 4” body under the table at a nice restaurant just to have a couple licks.
clark kent who promises that he can be quick when you’re running late to an outing, but needs to get his face between your legs.
clark kent who can hold his breath for far too long and uses that power to get you to sit on his face.
clark kent who neglects his cock for hours until it’s painfully hard because he would rather be eating you out.
clark kent who doesn’t tease, he just dives right in.
clark kent who bats his eyelashes at you so you’ll let him get on his knees in the office bathroom.
clark kent who you have to restrain with handcuffs just to get him to receive a blowjob instead of manhandling you into a sixty nine.
clark kent who is always gentle, pinning your hips down roughly to keep eating your pussy.
clark kent who you tease about having an oral fixation until he collapses onto his knees in front of you and shows you exactly what that means.
langdon’s gf biting his bicep while they fuck :)
a/n: i meant for this to just be a blurb but this man drives me insane. thanks for the ask! i hope you enjoy! comments/likes/reblogs are always appreciated :)))
wc: 1.2k
biceps. or rather, just bicep. you’re only staring at one right now, propped up beside your head. it has one very prominent vein running down the middle of it, sweat is also running down the whole span of the muscle, and it belongs to dr. frank langdon, your boyfriend of nearly a year.
oh hey so like doggy style with robby after he’s had a really long shift and he gets tired halfway through and starts to make you do the work “c’mon, help me out a little here. you wanna cum, don’t you????” like right okay
!!!!!!!!!
after work sex with a very tired robby (f!reader)
as soon as robby left the ED all he could think about was crawling into bed, curling up next to his best girl and falling straight to sleep. that was his plan anyways until he stepped into the bedroom and saw you laying naked on top of the sheets with one leg tucked up to your chest and the other straight out, holding his pillow to your chest as you softly snored away.
he strips himself off his clothes, not even bothering to throw them in the wash basket (which you’ll have him for in the morning), before he climbs onto the bed right behind you, pulling your body right into his.
without another word you’re throwing your ass back onto him, bouncing on his cock. he reaches a hand around underneath you, his fingers toying with your clit as you fuck yourself on him. he’s bending over you to kiss up your back, whispering “such a good girl, bein’ so helpful for your tired old man. y’like this don’t you? love fucking yourself on my big cock. can’t even go a day without it to let me sleep, such a needy little baby, huh?”
WOWIE WOWIEEEEEEE i loveeeee when robby refers to himself as old man like YES I LOVE THAT OLD MAN SOOOOO BAD GIMME HIM GIMME HIM RNNNN
For the post with the characters reacting to gaining weight since being with the reader, you said Steve needed someone reassurance with kisses to his stomach and scars. I was wondering if we can please get a full fic on that? It was sooooooo adorable 🥹🥹
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort, allusions to depression, insecurity, body worship
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: Here's the post the ask is referencing. I love writing about Steve's scars so I went a little overboard lol.
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Steve shuts down on you from time to time.
It happened after Starcourt, after the rift opened, after everything was over. The distance between you slowly grows into something you don’t understand how to bridge as his body becomes unable to ignore his mind. He gets angry at everything and everyone, then disappears.
Dead eyes. Clipped sentences. Hours spent alone in his car, driving to god knows where. Barely eating, barely sleeping. His usually well-maintained hair growing into a matted mess, stubble left unshaved.
You can only be there for him as much as he’ll let you be. Not knowing what he’s thinking or feeling keeps you from connecting with him about everything you’ve been through together. But you’ll never understand the parts that truly haunt Steve from moments where he was completely alone.
When his shutdown ends, Steve thinks you’re upset that he pushed you away and didn’t take care of you the way he should have. Even in his worst moments, Steve can only think about what he didn’t do for others, all the ways he could have helped, all the things he never did. No matter how many times you tell him your only worries were about him, Steve sees the ways he failed you.
For the first time in months, Steve is starting to shut down, and you’re determined to help him before things get worse.
“Steve?” You crack the bedroom door open. Steve is curled up on the bed, clutching his stomach and attempting to make his large body as small as he possibly can.
You climb onto the bed beside him, the mattress shifting as you move close to Steve. His chest heaves up and down, yet his eyes are dry. He doesn’t want his pain to be your burden when you already have your own shit to deal with.
“Let me help.”

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also thinking about jack picking you up from the bar after you get a little toooo drunk and him trying to hold onto his willpower because you're all over him and touching him and cooing at him but he shouldn't when you're so far gone...
maybe you push him a little too far and he gives in
18+ mdni !! cw: daddy kink
you stumble out of the bar, your friends hanging onto your arms, trying not to fall. you see jack's truck parked at the curb, window rolled down as he scrolls on his phone, waiting for you. his head perks up when he hears the bar door slam, face softening as he sees you--dress a little bit too hiked up for his liking, beautiful legs on display, heels dangling from your hand, dumb smile on that pretty face. fuck, he loved you.
"jackie!" you exclaim, untangling from your friends arms, running over to the passenger side of his truck. he chuckles, gets out to round the hood of the car, grabbing you by the hips to lean down, giving you a deep kiss. your friends squeal n he chuckles in your mouth, pulling away with a smile, "hi, baby--have fun tonight?"
you nod, a bit shy now as you paw at his arm, turning into him, "wanna go home--" he hums, putting his hand on the small of your back as he opens the car door, lifting you to place you in the seat. "say bye to your friends, honey." shutting your door, he walks back to the driver's seat as you wave to your friends through the window, giggling n smirking.
you're already on him the second he pulls off the curb, running your nails down his arm, tracing the veins in his hand, twirling your finger around the silver curls at his neck, trailing kisses all over his cheek, neck, hair, arm... you needed him now.
he's chuckling, trying his absolute best to keep both hands on the wheel and his focus on the dark road--but fuck you make it hard. "someone missed me--come on, baby. sit back in your seat until we get home."
you whine, pouting as you sling your arm across, bringing his face closer to whisper in his ear, "but daddy-- i need you right now." jack curses, swerving the car a bit as you nibble on his earlobe, trailing your hand down to palm his growing cock, murmuring another, "please". he jerks the steering wheel, causing you to yelp, falling a little back in your seat as he pulls over on the dirt road.
turning the car off, he looks at you sitting there--skin flushed, lace panties peaking out from under your dress, hair all wild, and grabs your arm, pulling you. "let's go, baby--sit on daddy's cock since you wanna be impatient."
you smile so wide, unaffected by his tone, giggling as you crawl over the middle console, throwing your arms around his neck to kiss him deeply, eagerly grinding down on him. he groans in your mouth, settling his hands on your plushy hips, hands moving up and down your waist. as you kiss down his neck he laughs, tugging your dress up your waist you palm your ass, "my girl's so needy, having daddy pull over--look at you."
you pull back, hands working on his belt to take out his thick cock, gripping him tight, jerking slowly as you both watch. lifting up, you move your panties to the side, lining yourself up with him, moaning as your pussy swallows him. your forehead falls against his shoulder as he fucks up into you, cursing, "fuck, baby. so fucking tight--that feel good?" eyes closed, you lean back, grabbing your tits through your dress, pulling it down to play with your nipples as you nod eagerly.
he coos, chuckling at how fucked out you are, unable to answer him properly, "'s okay, just let daddy take care of you--that's it." you try so hard to move your hips, but jack helps you, fucking yourself on him--using you like a toy. bringing his hand down to circle your clit, you cum fast, clenching around his cock--squeezing him so tight. he groans, moving you faster, tits bouncing in his face. jack comes inside of you, dick pulsing inside you as he holds you there, stroking your back as you snuggle into his neck.
he tries to move you off of him, wanting to set you back in your seat, but you pout, squirming as you hold him tighter n he sighs, "okay--okay, baby." tucking you in closer, still warming his cock, he moves to turn the car back on, pulling back onto the road, happy he's only got three minutes left of the drive.
langdon telling reader all the cool procedures he got to do at work while she rides him...
"— so I realigned his spine," he laughs breathlessly, shakes hair out of his eyes and squeezes at the fat of your hips while you ride him. "his spine, baby. without neuro."
"that's so hot,” you gasp into his mouth, “you’re so hot.”
“had his head in my hands and then i j-just—snap,” his laugh is more delicious this time, and then it gets cut off by a moan when you squeeze around his cock. “fuck, sweetheart, you feel so fuckin’ good.”
“better than a spine realignment?” you smile n bite his lip while he chuckles.
“i don’t know if I’d go that fa—” the rest of his sentence is muffled by a pillow over his face while you gasp in faux outrage through a fit of giggles :’)
gill;;;;;; your reblog;;;; YES !! and ugh robby doesn't even try to sound sweet it's more like a "quit moving around" type of "eaaaaaasy does it" while he holds you down in place :((((( like ur pussy exists for him to use why are you moving around so much while also getting off to the fact that you struggle to take him ugh
18+ mdni cw: toxic/manipilation
SOF IM BARKING…. i knew you’d see the vision…it’s giving toxic!robby my beloved…
ugh he says it in that low gravelly voice that’s aaaalmost reassuring but is more patronizing than anything… any comfort that can be gleamed from it is purely motivated by him wanting to get you to settle down so he can bully his whole cock inside you :(( that’s what it always is with him, everything is to get you to do what he wants… his praise, his reassurance, a lot of his affection… he knows exactly when and how to give it to keep you doe-eyed and eager to please <33
so ofc when he murmurs “eaaasy does it” in that tone you melt under him just like he expects you to <33 your cunt relaxes just a bit more around him and you stop squirming, at least for the time being, allowing him to shove the last couple inches into you and press the curls at his base against the ones on your pussy <3
“attagirl” he offers, to keep you relaxed even as his tip bumps your cervix. “fuck. you never let me in any easier, do you sweetheart? always so fuckin’ tight.” and you know he likes it but something about the way he says it still leaves you feeling small and kinda shameful </33
YES I FUCKING GET THE VISION AUSJSKSJSNAJA “fuck. you never let me in any easier, do you sweetheart? always so fuckin’ tight.” FUCKKKKKK
“Dennis doesn’t get ranch with his food and cries, and Robby gets hard” literally. Looks into your eyeballs. LITERALLY.
Ughh poor Dennis sniffling at whatever burger place they’re at, embarrassed that he’s sniffly in the first place, “cause it’s just ranch :( not even a big deal :(“
And Robby’s totally feeding into it. “Aw :( I’m so sorry baby :( I’ll flag down our server :(“ Adjusting himself in his pants beneath the table at Dennis’ flushed face and red eyes, shiny with unshed tears
Literally “he asked for no pickles” irl
ughhh i just love when robby is trying to covertly be perverted. like he's couching his perversion in this selfless desire for care. he pretends like he doesn't get off on having a crybaby bf who relies on him for basic tasks (verging into dad kink territory, someone stop me).
robby playing footsy with dennis underneath the table while he's politely asking the server for two ranch cups.
"the second one will cost an extra dollar," the server says.
robby gets off a little bit on that too. it's not even a splurge, dennis probably won't even finish both cups, but just the act of spending money on him, the act of rectifying any perceived denials dennis has ever faced...god, it's almost as potent as the crying.
(i also think the constant crying post like...knocked something loose in my brain because i thought about it all day. i feel like trinity would even start to ask dennis if he's pregnant or something.)
Hear me out what if Clark’s dick is so good it makes the reader pass out 👀
HIII! I’m sorry I’m so bad at replying !!
I like the way you think
18+ mentions of rough sex , swearing , whimpering , passing out , after care , mentions of breeding and mating press!!
Word count :648

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subby!robby who likes to suck his gf's breast milk until his tummy is full 🥵
UGHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSS!!!! and u know what’s so funny i literally messaged @shoniebalognie yesterday saying we need more robby breastfeeding kink fics sooooo….u need to get out of my head anon!!
and if i made it mommy kink……
subby!robby has a breastfeeding kink (f!reader)
wc: 1.8k
warnings/tags: breastfeeding kink, mommy kink, subby!robby, f!reader, talks of pregnancy and pregnancy related stuff, two mentions of their unnamed daughter (he’s a girl dad sue me), handjob, oral (m!), cum swallowing, mentions of readers postpartum body, obvs breast milk drinking.
it had been another one of those days in the ED, one of those ones where everything and anything that can go wrong does go wrong. one of those days where the weight of robby’s responsibility feels too heavy to bear, where he just wishes for one minute his name wasn’t robby, where he wishes he wasn’t in charge, where he wishes everyone would just leave him alone.
still, at least he had you to come home to, his beautiful postpartum girlfriend. you were truly the only thing getting him through that shift, the thought that in just a few short hours he’d get to come home to his best girls, get to see you sitting on the couch still so swollen and round from having his baby only a month or so ago.
Morning Motivation
michael robinavitch x reader
robby wants a little push to get going in the morning. you're more than happy to help.
18+, minors dni. smut- p in v, fingering, handjobs, pussy pronouns, age gap relationship (reader in mid-twenties, robby is 50)
The first thing you registered as you slowly roused from your sleep was the tickling sensation of stubble on the back of your neck, your hair pushed aside to give Robby easy access to your soft skin where he was placing the gentlest of kisses.
The room was dark aside from the cracked bathroom door where the dim light above the sink shone through. It was an adjustment for Robby, who had been used to sleeping in the pitch dark, but when he realized how badly the dark effected your claustrophobia he adapted quickly and now he too needed the sliver of light to sleep well.
"Excuse me, sir, what do you think you're doing?" your tired voice mumbled playfully, smiling into your pillow as you felt the warmth of his bare chest against your back. An arm was curled around your waist, holding you to him. Robby always had to touch you while sleeping whether it be an arm around you or you resting on his chest.
"Hoping for a little morning motivation before work," Robby's own sleepy toned voice crooned in your ear before going back to pressing his lips against you. You squirmed in his hold and turned to face him, your noses brushing as you blinked the sleep from your eyes.
"And you thought waking me up at the ass crack of dawn on my day off would get you that, huh?" you teased him, letting a hand slide up to rest on his chest, the hair there soft beneath your palm. "You're lucky I love you, Robinavitch."
He shrugged, his brown eyes already alight with mirth as he looked over you. Neither one of you had been entirely sure of your relationship in the beginning. You were a new resident and he was your attending. You had danced around each other for months, using friendship as a way to build a wall between your real feelings. It was after Robby's sabbatical, when he returned refreshed and looking like years of stress had been lifted from his shoulders, that Jack finally kicked his ass into place and made him realize what you both were missing out on.
He had approached you after work one night in the parking lot. You had avoided him until then, furious as he had left for his trip without so much as a goodbye to you. When he caught up to you though, the truth came out. He was too caught up in his own mental agony to even think of pursuing any kind of relationship with you. He knew it would only come crashing down, so he resolved to let you go until he could better himself and prove that he was ready to be with you.
That night ended in a kiss, whispered promises, and a hopeful future. One that, a year later, saw the two of you living together and happier than you could dream of. It wasn't easy. Especially with the stress your jobs came with. But you both loved each other enough to work through the tough times.
"I know I'm lucky, baby, trust me. I count my blessings daily. But what are my chances of getting luckier this morning?" he asked, grinning as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips.
You hummed softly into the feeling of his kiss, relishing in the feeling of him against you before you pulled back, "Like I said. You're lucky I love you."
When you slid you leg to hitch around his hip, a thick thigh hooked around him, he took the invitation. His hands found the hem of the shirt you wore to bed, one of his old faded t-shirts, and he slowly slid it up and over your head, tossing it to the floor.
His eyes took in your breasts, now exposed in the dim light, and a hungry look overcame him. A hand came to cup one of your breasts, his thumb seeking out the stiff peak of your nipple.
"Fuck, these tits. So perfect for me." he mumbled, his gaze roaming all over you from your sleep flushed face to your tits on full display, down to the soft curves of your belly and thighs.
You had worried when you and Robby began dating that he wouldn't like what he saw of your body. You had always been curvier, always had a soft pouch to your belly. Stretch marks had marred your skin. You expected all of it to be a turn off to him.
Boy, were you wrong. The moment Robby had taken in your naked form for the first time, he felt like a man reborn. He loved touching you, letting his hands roam and feel. He had expressed his love for every mark, ever soft dimple, every inch of you. He couldn't get enough.
Even now, one of his hands slid the blanket down, exposing you both to the cool air of the room so he could let his gaze wander.
"So pretty for me, huh? I can't get enough of this gorgeous fucking body."
You flushed slightly when his gaze slid down to your pussy. You had fallen asleep without bothering with underwear after your shower the previous evening, content with having thrown on one of Robby's shirts before collapsing in bed.
"Michael," you huffed shyly, squeezing your thighs together the best that you can whil your leg was propped on him, squirming under his gaze. You were already aroused from feeling his hands roam your body and his whispers in your ear. You knew before long he would have you dripping for him.
"Sorry, baby. She's just so pretty," he grinned, leaning in for another kiss as his hand slid between your bodies. His fingers brushed your slick folds, causing you to clench in anticipation. "She always gets so wet for me, hmm?"
You bit your lip, eyes fluttering as his fingers brushed your clit, the little bundle of nerves slowly stiffening with arousal.
"Always ready for you," you tell him softly.
You let out a whimper as he finally, finally, pushed a finger inside you, easily sinking down to his knuckle within your soaked cunt.
"Yeah she is. Fuck, she squeezes me so good," he said, eyes blown with lust.
A few moments passed as you let him explore, pumping his finger in and out of your pussy before another finger joined in. You gasped at the stretch, hips bucking up into his hand, causing him to let out a quiet laugh.
"Feels good, doesn't it? I take care of what's mine, huh?" he continued and you nodded quickly, leaning in to kiss him again. He wasted no time in brushing his tongue against yours, deepening your kisses.
Your own trembling hands came to find the waistband of his boxers, shoving them down until he was able to kick them away. Your hand quickly found his cock, already hard and throbbing, thank fuck for morning wood.
You pumped him slowly, pussy clenching again as a deep groan rumbled in his chest. Your thumb teased at the ridge just below the head of his cock and you grinned into the kiss when you felt a drop of precum slip down to your thumb. You used it to slicken your strokes, clicking sounds coming from both of you as each of you used your slick to work each other up.
Robby's thumb joined in, coming to flick at your pulsing clit. A sharp gasp left you, your pussy clenching tight around him again. The tight, tingling feeling of your impending orgasm began to gather in your abdomen.
"R-Robby stop, stop, I'm gonna cum. I-I want you inside me, don't wanna cum like this."
He gave one more curl of his fingers into the spongy, sensitive spot within you before slipping them out. He brought them up, slipping them into his mouth and humming at your taste.
"Fuck, she tastes like heaven. If I had time I would lay you out and eat this pussy forever."
You whined, pulling your hand from his cock and shuffling closer to press your wet heat to the rigid line of him, your chest pressed to his as you ground against him, one hand laying on his chest while the other came to grip his shoulder.
A relieved breath left you both, panting into each other as Robby shifted, sinking the length of his cock deep into your pussy.
"Oh my god.." you whimpered, lifting your thigh a bit more to let him reach deeper.
Robby's hands came to rest on your ass, using the leverage to pull you in to meet his thrusts. He immediately set a brutal pace, fucking into you hard enough that you knew you'd have bruises on your hips from his own smacking against you.
"Ah, ah, oh M-Michael," you whined, clinging to him, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder hard enough to leave crescent marks.
Robby paused long enough to roll you from your side to your back, the firm weight of him holding you down. His hand slid up to take both wrists in his hand, slamming them to the mattress above your head to hold you down.
"That's right, baby, say my fucking name. Tell me who makes you feel this fucking good," he growled, his thrusts now rocking your body, causing your full tits to bounce too. His eyes drunk in the view, greedy with lust, before they slid back up to meet yours.
"You do!" you cried out, back arching into him, causing the coarse hairs at the base of his cock to rub against the wet, hard mess of your clit. You didn't have the strength to keep your legs wrapped around him, your shaky thighs falling open and spreading you wider, causing him to reach deeper, "You do, baby, I'm yours!"
His free hand slid down, thumb coming to rub circles into your clit, and you were a goner. Your pussy clamped down onto him, your orgasm snapping like a rubber band within you as you cried out his name.
"Fuck, that's it. Good fucking girl," Robby growled, hips pounding into you at a broken pace before he came, flooding your pussy with warmth. He gave you a few more slower, deeper thrusts to get you both through the aftershocks before collapsing beside you, pulling you to rest on his warm chest.
You smiled softly, sleepiness creeping up on you again, but you knew you would have to clean up before you could rest again.
You gazed up at him, rolling so your breasts pressed against his tummy and your chin rested on his chest, giving him a soft smile.
"How was that for your morning motivation, Dr. Robinavitch?"
He grinned back, his hand rubbing slowly over your back, "I think I'll manage the next 12 hours now, but maybe you can join me in the shower and show me what I can look forward to when I get home this evening?"
You rolled your eyes playfully, rising to your knees and yanking the blanket away from Robby, causing him to yelp at the cool air.
"Again, you're lucky I love you. Now get your ass in the bathroom," you said, jumping off the bed and heading towards the door, laughing as you heard him scrambling behind you.
Hungry - J. Abbot
Pairing: Jack Abbot x fem!reader
Summary: Welp.. like the title said, a girl who's hungry for her hunk of an older boyfriend.
Warnings: sexual content ahead, daddy kink, age-gap relationship.
A/N: Lowkey the first time that my smut writing has been this in depth, feeling kind of nervous about it lol.
Anyways.. feedback is always welcome :).
If you have any one-shot ideas or fantasies about Jack Abbot that you want written out, let me know. Always down to make your delusions come true ;).
Hope you enjoy!! <3
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The delicious smell leaving the kitchen is drawing you in, checking up on Jack who’s making you dinner.
Coming to a halt in the door opening, you spot your boyfriend standing behind the stove. He’s stirring in a pot, the muscles in his back flexing as he does. You always find it extremely attractive whenever he takes care of you, like when he cooks you a meal, but now he’s doing it shirtless and oh.. it makes the whole scenario about ten times hotter.
“Hope you’re hungry,” Jack says after taking notice of you standing there. “Making your favorite, pasta bolognese.”
“Oh.. I’m hungry alright.” you tell him, eyes taking in his broad form before resting on his big biceps.
You’ve done reader and uncle!robby getting caught by reader’s dad
You’ve done reader and uncle!robby getting caught by reader’s mom
I think it’s time for reader’s boyfriend to walk on reader and Robby; maybe if they’re in position that reader always refused to do with her boyfriend. (you can make it more disgusting if it’s step dad!robby)
hear me out hear me out!!!! boyfriend’s dad!robby getting caught with reader by his son!?!?!?!
walk with me…
getting caught with boyfriend's dad!robby (f!reader)
wc: 3.9k (whoops) warnings/tags: smut. mdni. cheating!! age gap (unspecified but there), oral (m! and f!), unprotected piv, creampie, angst i guess but not really??, getting caught having sex, comfort at the end. f!reader. daddy kink.
you and your boyfriend had been together for a couple of months, you met at work and he’d been begging you to go on a date with him since your first day. you turned him down probably 100 times before saying yes, remembering everyone’s advice about never dating your co-workers. but he was nice and seemed somewhat normal so eventually you agreed.
Treating me like you’re supposed to do (tears run down my thighs)
Pairing: Michael Robinavitch x Reader
Summary: The three times you failed to get Robby to indulge your little fantasy, and the two times he did (with an Abbot assist)
Warnings: 18+ SMUT - it’s piss! oral sex (m and f receiving) p in v sex, discussion of exploration of kinks, edging (I think), spitting, spanking, choking, Jack Abbot lowkey being their third from the cuck chair and enjoying it, age gap, indulgent use of daddy, did I mention there’s piss in this?
Author’s Note: no but seriously dead dove do not eat. Robby is pissing sexually in this one. Reader doesn’t have a piss kink as such, she just loves Robby a lot - maybe its her first serious relationship - and she wants him to piss in/on her because he’s a repressed old man and she wants him to let goooooo and be vulnerable (and claim her as his in the only way her caveman brain can think of???). She gets a little angsty when he’s resistant because it feels like rejection of her love okay it’s not about the kink it’s about her big feelings… or something.
Word count: 8.2k

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it’s possible i’ve begun to think about clark never wanting you to do anything during sex, not wanting you to have any work except coming. you try to fuck back onto him while you’re face down, ass up? no, he’s holding you tight and saying “tell me how you want it, baby, don’t need to work for it. just tell me. harder? faster?” you try to get your mouth on his cock? no, he’s guiding you back up to his lips with a hand on your jaw. you try to ride him? no, he’s thrusting up from under you, practically bouncing you on his hips from the force he puts behind his thrusts.
maybe, once, he’s got you in missionary and you lift your hips a little so he hits just the right place inside you that sends your head spinning. he notices that you’re using your tummy muscles to lift yourself, meaning you’re not completely relaxed. he huffs, kisses your mouth once, then sits up on his knees and pulls you close to him by your thighs, holding the weight of your lower body so he can hit that spot inside you with ease and so you can relax into it.
it probably even happens when he’s eating you out, you try to rock against his face so he can enjoy a little more and not be so focused on the rhythm, but he grips your hips to still your movements then immediately matches the pace and intensity you were just going at.
pussy drunk
kinktober, day 6
synopsis: Clark just loves your pussy
cw: pathetic + desperate Clark, unprotected p in v, creampie
wc: 816
Clark who is so pussy drunk, he’s barely coherent and not making any sense. The only thing he’s capable of doing at this point is to keep rutting his hips against yours as he whines in your ear.
His cock drags along your gummy walls, the slick sound of him fucking into you loud and obscene as it mixes with your moans and his whimpers.
“’s so good,” he murmurs into your ear, sweat beading on his forehead, his hair sticking to the skin there. “I love this pussy.”
His words are slurred. They mix together, he barely leaves pauses between them, and if he weren’t speaking right into your ear, you wouldn’t be able to make out what he’s saying.