im not gonna lie i kinda feel like a standard work week should be less than 40 hours even if it doesnt improve worker wellbeing in a way that makes companies more money
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im not gonna lie i kinda feel like a standard work week should be less than 40 hours even if it doesnt improve worker wellbeing in a way that makes companies more money

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“shut up and be a good boy” while i slip my hand into your boxers.
thinking about calling husband joel daddy for the first time.
he’s deep inside of you, fucking into you missionary style, your legs tightly wrapped around his hips as his cock constantly strokes that sensitive spot inside of you.
You’re whining, writhing on the bed beneath him, soft sobs breaking through you with every overwhelming thrust. It just feels so fucking good. How is he so perfect at this?
His face is settled into the crook of your neck, his voice a distant rumble in your ear as he talks you through each movement of his cock. His back is slick with sweat, his biceps large and thick either side of your head. And the word just.. slips out.
“Oh, daddy,” you whine, your voice raw and broken when his pubic bone ruts against your clit just right.
Joel pauses. Stills inside of you. And you wonder if you’ve done something wrong. Fuck, you shouldn’t have said that. You didn’t even know whether he was into it or not. You straighten beneath him so his face is out of your neck, your eyes alarmed and face heated in embarrassment. “I’m sorry I— I don’t know why I said that.”
But the look on his face..
You couldn’t tell whether he loved it or whether he was disgusted with you. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, and you could have sworn you felt his cock twitch within you.
“Daddy, huh?” He asks, his face unreadable. His tone was testing. Like as if he were unsure whether you were serious or not.
Your heart rate picks up, your stomach twisting in anticipation to what he would do. You nod silently, your face still burning and hot to the touch.
Joel rocks his hips forward, angling his cock to drive right into your g-spot. God, he was so fucking good at that. You head tips back as an involuntary moan comes tumbling from your lips at the sensation.
“You want me to be your daddy, angel?” He asks you, his brow starting to bead with sweat. And then, all of a sudden, he has your legs pushed against your chest. The positioning is slightly uncomfortable, but the sensation? God, he felt incredible from this angle. That thick, heavy cock dragging through your most sensitive parts as he fucked you slow and deep.
Your eyes roll back, your mouth working before your brain. “Yes. Yes, Daddy.” You whimper breathlessly. The sound of that word on your lips again has joel groaning low in his throat, his eyes conflicted between looking down at your beautiful pussy or looking up at your gorgeous face.
“Good girl, that’s it,” he praises, leaning down to claim your lips with his own mouth. “Daddy’s here.” He mumbles against them.
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— “ RELAX, BIG GUY ” clark kent.
contains: anon requested content! big men getting submissive (my favourite), pure smut, vibrators, overstimulation, forced orgasms, lowkey humiliation kink,
—original ask.
୨୧ Clark Kent was too big to look this fragile. he was stretched out on your bed, impossibly broad shoulders against your headboard. his cock lay thick and heavy across his stomach, flushed dark, the fat head already slick with precum. he looked indecent already, but he was still trying to hold onto that wholesome dignity of his.
but you ruined that dignity instantly as you pulled a vibrator out of your nightstand. a sleek little toy in candy-pink plastic. Clark’s blush was immediate, hot and mortified, climbing all the way to his ears, “i— i don’t think— i don’t need—”
you tilted your head to the side, ignoring his anxious protests, “aww baby, you can’t even look at it without turning red. that’s adorable.” you flicked the toy on, and the soft buzz filled the room. his cock twitched visibly at the sound alone.
you dragged your nails lightly down his thigh, then up again towards his crotch, stopping just short of his balls. “relax for me, big guy…”
he opened his mouth to argue, but then you pressed the vibrator to the underside of his shaft, and whatever words that he was planning to say crumbled into a desperate noise. “ah— oh god,” his head fell back against the wall, mouth dropping open, a helpless whimper spilling out. his hips jerked, cock twitching violently against the buzzing pressure.
you bit your lip, delighted, “ohh, look at you… shaking already!”
“i— it’s too much,” he stammered, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving, “too strong—“
you ignored him, sliding the toy up the thick vein that ran the length of his cock. his whole body shuddered, a choked moan tearing out of him as precum spilled thick over his abs, his hands fisted the sheets, knuckles turning white.
“please— please,” his voice cracked, deep and wrecked, the sound closer to a sob than a moan.
your grin widened, “please what, baby? please stop? or please keep going?”
“i— god, i don’t—” he couldn’t form words anymore. the vibrator circled his fat, swollen crown, pressing onto the slick slit, and his back arched clean off the bed, a long, desperate moan tearing out of his throat.
he looked obscene: a man built like a greek statue, trembling and whimpering like a virgin under the hum of a little pink toy.
“you’re leaking everywhere,” you teased, dragging the buzzing tip across the mess of precum slicking his cock. “big cock like this, and you’re dripping for me like a needy slut.” the humiliation made him groan louder, cock throbbing helplessly in time with his pounding heartbeat. he tried to clamp his thighs shut but you kept them open with a firm hand.
“don’t hide from me, Clark. be good and take it.”
his body snapped, the tight coil in his stomach breaking. he came with a guttural shout, hips jerking off the mattress as his cock erupted thick, hot ropes of cum. it painted his abs, streaked his chest, splattered your hand and the little buzzing toy. his muscles strained, every line of him pulling taut as pulse after pulse emptied him.
but you didn’t stop, you held the vibrator to his cock even as the orgasm had subsided.
“nonono— oh god— please—” his voice was wrecked, his cock still spurting weakly as the vibrator hummed against his oversensitive tip, “it’s too much, i can’t—ahh”
you purred, wicked, “yes you can… look at you, still hard. you’re not done yet.”
he was babbling now, incoherent. “please, please no more— too much— oh, fuck,” his hair was damp with sweat, his massive body trembling like he couldn’t hold himself together. and then, unbelievably, he came again with a raw, broken sob. his cock throbbed violently, fresh cum spilling hot over his stomach again. his hips bucked, helplessly trying to escape the toy, but you just pressed it harder, merciless.
“that’s it, baby, cum for me, give me everything.”
Clark gasped, tears bright in his eyes from sheer overstimulation, his cock still twitching, still leaking, even after his second orgasm had left him a soaked, ruined mess. the sheets beneath him were damp with sweat and cum, his chest sticky, his voice hoarse from moaning.
finally, you clicked the vibrator off and set it down, your palm smoothing over his trembling thigh.
he lay there panting, completely wrecked, his cock still flushed and swollen, twitching weakly against his stomach. his broad chest rose and fell like he’d just run a marathon.
you leaned forward, kissed the corner of his trembling mouth, and whispered with a sly pout: “aww. my big, strong Clark… all whiny and messy because of a little toy…”
his answer was a broken whimper, his eyes dazed, his body shivering as if you’d short circuited him. and, you kind of had.
making out with a good boy's cute lil dick and overstimulating him and hearing his sweet whimpers would fix me 🙂↕️