#sub dc

You make sure to show him a photo of himself later, glasses pushed down his face and cross eyed laughing at how he looks away laughing nervously

𖤐 welcome to fa1rydr3am's haunted dollhouse kinktober 25' ─ reminder, the entirety of this prompt challenge is nsfw, so this is 18+ mdni

𖤐 31 days of depravity ─ following different short story lines focused on the dom! reader take of kinktober ─ every post will be tagged with triggers and will have disclaimers before the fic begins

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK Yes! | Oh god you don’t even know

(i feel so bad for letting these kinks collect dust 😭)

literally that is so cute. i’m just thinking about your lover wearing that collar that you’ve bought them outside of the bedroom is not only very sexy, but very adorable as well. they don’t want to be apart from you for even a second. so, they wear the collar with a tiny bell that always made a jingle at the smallest movement. the same one that you made them wear last night as you were making them see the stars and feel uncontrollable pleasure. they normally wouldn’t dare wear this in public, but they just missed you so much that they couldn’t help themselves. when you catch the collar on their neck, you whispered teasing remarks on how they must love strangers gazing upon their neck knowing that they couldn’t have them, praising them that the collars makes them look so pretty, and that if you really wanted to, you could bend them over the nearest flat surface and make them scream your name like the slut they were. your lover’s knees wobble at your whispers and quietly beg you to take them home and make them yours. you knew buying them that collar was a good idea.

He has to force himself to waddle over to the toilet and carefully remove the flesh light only for it to come out messily regardless of his precautions. Bathing his cock is a difficult task as he groans in pain- trying to force his way through the overstim. Everytime he grazes his nipples Clark gasps carefully cupping them with care. And he knows later that night he has to do it again and it’ll only get worse.

- He has to put plasters over his nipples to avoid the texture of his work shirt.

- I feel for the first day he would struggle with the texture of his boxers before realising maybe he could put a condom on. It works for awhile but it’s a double edged sword, it stops the leaking and saves his pair of pants but it’s so tight

“I can see it.”

“Clark no stop.”

“It’s by your mouth.” His voice comes out ragged

“GOD CLARK THATS DISGUSTING!”

He tried to hold it together, tried ignoring the way your thumb felt on his tip or how his hole clenched around the sound deep in his cock but eventually he can’t take it.

‘please…’

You raise a brow at him

‘Baby I need you to speak up.’

His brows furrow as he forces out another sentence louder this time,

‘Please.. Want you to help me in the car-’

‘Help you with what?’

‘Please I need to cum!’ Clark makes a poor attempt to whisper yell, practically everyone heard it turning to shoot pointed looks at the kryptonian. He shoves himself down in the small seat which does nothing for his tall , muscly figure. You smirk at him,

‘Well no need to yell..’ He looks to the side nervously, giving you a soft pearly grin.

‘Sorry- Just need to cum please.’ You sigh as you wave over a waiter who comes with the check. Handing over your card with a nod they walk away to the front desk.

Getting up first you look down at the man tutting, he was flushed and sweating bullets. A look of pleasure was riddled all over his face but so equally was the fustration of the lack of relief. You were sure you were going to fix that, ‘Clarkie truly the things I do for you.’

Clark gulps before slowly standing up. He sorts out his bag under your gaze while slowly drawing the attention of others. Whispering amongst eachother, some pure shock, some impressed. He eyes everyone before focusing back on you and only you. It wasn’t until he caught the slight whisper of a customer that his heart stopped.

‘Jesus christ it’s built like a monster?’ Monster? What? He took a quick glance at you not missing your smirk and the look you shot at his pants. His clearly unbuttoned pants, that Clark didn’t think for one second to fix. God he was used to his cock being out all the time he didn’t think for one second to fix it. His tip was struggling pushing pre around the clearly visible sound down his hole, hard and twitching it was out in the open for everyone to see

Clark turned away from his unexpected audience trying to fix his pants before you stop him. ‘They all saw it. You might as well just keep it like that now.’ He shamefully looks around knowing you were right, everyone was looking.

‘Come on time to go pay.’ You made your way through the isles, the route with more people as Clark noted. He shoves his shame down and follows you, trying to ignore the odd looks. A lady let out a small gasp and his cock twitched from the judgment. He made a tiny wish she didn’t notice it.

At the front, they were slowly running through your card and deals and offers clearly dragging it out to humiliate him further. Clark coped well under the pressure at first until it went to you slowly reaching down and gripping his cock. He stiffened and fought to not let out a sound as you continued conversation with the staff.

Your thumb circled his tip, gentle, caring and in control. Each round you went through pushed the sound deep down his hole before it pushed up under pressure. ‘W-Wait- Oh!’ Clark cringed at the sound he made as you pulled the sound out and shoved it back in making him groan in pure pleasure. You took a small look at him and Clark used it as an opportunity to silently plead, not in public, not like this. But you knew Clark had an out. It was either safe word or stop your hand. You giggle cooing at him,

‘Sweetheart it’s nothing to be ashamed about, everyone here is so nice it doesn’t matter.’ You shoved the sound deep within his hole and he practically threw his head back. It was like this for a while a game of tug and push, Clark could feel everyone’s eyes on him and his cock. He was balancing on the edge at this point. His fists were clenched awkwardly at his sides as he let out ragged breaths,

‘M’ gonna cum, I need out of here please..’ Clark whispered in your ear and you let out a hum of understanding.

‘Coming to the end are we?’ Clark nodded eagerly before hissing as you gave rough stroke to his cock, this time with more purpose. Clark let out a whine the whole restaurant could hear. ‘Go ahead, whenever you’re ready.’ You instruct him in a silky sweet tone.

Clark held it together impressively long before giving in. There was no point now, everyone saw the way he crumbles at anything you do. Everyone saw him. He might as well enjoy the moment while it lasted. His back slowly arched as he looked to the ceiling focusing on how his cock felt so perfect in your grip like he was made for you. Clark slowly reached his hand out to your wrist however he didn’t stop you. That was the first sign he was coming undone.

‘Please, please, please!-‘ Clark let out the prettiest begs you had ever heard, how could you deny him?

You twist the sound in his cock watching as he yells withering in pleasure. You took the metal rod out and hot spurts of cum stain the restaurants reception area. You stroke him through the aftermath only stopping once he’s finally stopped he takes in the looks of everyone. God he felt disgusting, he hides his face in the pals of his hands apologising over and over.

‘Good boy.’ He sighs as you stroke his hair no doubt with the same hand.

Clark is slow to wake up, the sun shining on his face and you in front of him peacefully snoring away. Taking a peek under the duvet he groans knowing he’s going to have to wake you up for a quick session. He was sure you would make fun of his little dream.

“Love.. You still there?” When you don’t give him a response too focused on sorting out the camera angle he starts to get a bit nervous, “Hun?.. You didn’t leave right?” Your head snaps up quickly at the vulnerable crack in his voice,

“So sorry babe yeah I’m here! Just sorting out the camera,” You place a supportive hand on his bare thigh which he shivers too before leaning into your touch, “Would never leave you baby, not until I make you feel good.” He lets out a slight moan at the idea of you satisfying him before catching himself and giggling again,

“Sweetheart… Need you to touch me, it’s kinda hurting now..” Of course you know what he’s talking about, he’s never been the one to handle being teased with how quickly hard he’s gets half the time. It always hurts when it strains at nothing.

You give him a hum of approval, “I know baby cakes but you have to let me fix this up a bit more..” So of course Clark listens and stays quiet so you can focus on the angles.. the lighting.. if it captures his face just right and also just not enough… If the shadows cast well.. If everyone can see the gleam of his cock. Every-time you make a move he waits stiffens you to touch him but you just sit back down messing with the camera again. And again. And again.

“Babe.” You freeze as Clark’s voice got dangerously low and raspy,

“What is it love?”

“I’ve been patient. So patient , so good for you. I kept my mouth shut I didn’t complain I didn’t even ask if you were done yetand the one thing I needed,” He catches his breath, ragged and desperate, “I just needed you to touch me.. To even slap me around.. Maybe even say my name or something.. Pleas love I’m going insane here..” Clark shifts around in the seat, he can feel the ache in his legs from being forced to sit in that position for so long anticipating for something that’s not even close to happening.

“Babe I know but you said you want to watch it back! I’m making sure everythin’ perfect for you that’s all! I’ll be done soon I swear!” You lean over to him before stroking his thick black hair, of course he moved more into your touch,

“Love please I just need-“

“Be patient Clark.” The firmness in your voice shook his core as he swallowed,

“Okay.”

You went back at the camera again- or so Clark thought. In full honestly you turned to look at him now while making some clanking sounds with the camera and the stand. Each loud sound made him jolt, each time you stood up he would quiver. You kept going while holding back a laugh.

“Love.” Clark’s voice came out deep and gruff, opposite of his usual soft and kind personality.

“Yes Clark baby,” You smirked to yourself as you watched him strain against the ropes.

“I know you’re playing with me.” You pause your hand on the camera, Clark wouldn’t dare.

“Clark you wouldn’t.”

“M’ sorry I’m using X-ray vision.” You groaned and rolled your eyes,

“Clark what is the point of a blind fold if you’re gonna see regardless? Honestly might as well close your eyes at this point! Genuinely!” He say silently as you lectured him, only when you fell silent did he nod,

“I know. I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” You huff,

“You better! God you’re such a good boy what the hell were you thinking? I’ll punish you later.” Clark only

spoke against once you finished ,

“M’ also sorry for this.” Clark snapped the ropes easily, as if snapping a twig followed with ripping off his blind fold. You let out a gasp as he got closer to you and picked you up, flinging you over his shoulder with care.

“KENT YOU PUT ME DOWN NOW!”

“M sorry.”

“KENT!” Clark picks up the camera as he lifts you to the room, catching all the pent up frustration on his face,

“Sorry. M’ sorry,” He repeated as he flung you on the bed fiddling with your pyjama top buttons clumsily before giving up and ripping it apart revealing your tits,

“CLARK!”

“Sorry. I’ma buy you a new pair, even prettier if you want. Please just let me darlin’” The deep headed Kansas drawl suddenly released itself from his throat. God you shouldn’t have teased him. The rest of your clothes would follow the same fate as your top, ripped over and over followed with apologies till you were bare underneath him and cowering. Not out of fear, but out of excitement.

He takes his head back admiring you for a moment,

“Damn gorgeous.” He practically lets it out like a sigh as he kisses your head, “So damn gorgeous”, he kisses your cheek, “All pretty f’me,” A kiss to your other cheek, “Always so pretty,” A kiss to your neck. “So sexy,” You let out a whine and he responds with a deep noise erupting from the back of his throat, “So damn hot.” His kisses tread lower and lower, from your stomach to your abdomen. Eventually he hovers over your wet cunt, no doubt he can smell it, smell how wet you are. But he dodges it choosing to suck his teeth into your thigh. He lets go as soon as the deep purple mark that erupts is deemed enough to mark you. “Such a damn tease. You like knowing how I feel all the time huh?”

You whine humping your cunt towards his face, “Clark pleaseee! Please I’m sorry , please eat me out!” Clark shakes his head,

Clark flinches at the sound of your neediness, “No. Don’t beg, it doesn’t suit you… Not now at least.” You pause before giving a little smirk of your own to the superhuman,

“Oh? What? You want me to call you a dirty slut who doesn’t know his place?”

You practically snort at the pathetic high pitched noise he lets out as he nods. He tried and failed miserably as dominating you, crawling back in the end.

“Yes. Want to serve you. Please.”

You laugh, “Eat me out Kent.”