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eek saw your dunk rocking chair and i raise you trailer trash aerion taking you fishing and making you cockwarm him while he lazily lounges in a fold up chair by the water. little sundress pulled up over your hips while he sits and waits for a fish to bite. maybe he'll get a little bored and pass the pole to you so he can drink a beer and idly rub your clit.
EXACTLYYY YOU ARE IN MY MINDDDD
cockwarming traliertrash!aerion while he fishes ⊹ ࣪ ˖
the midday sun was a bastard, hot and unforgiving, beating down on the muddy bank of the stagnant creek.
you were perched on aerion’s lap, his fold-out chair groaning under the combined weight. his worn-out jeans were rough against the bare skin of your thighs. your little sundress, a flimsy yellow thing you’d bought from a roadside stand, was bunched up around your hips, leaving you completely exposed to the humid air and his wandering eyes.
he was inside you. not moving, just a heavy, thick presence filling you up, a possessive claim that had been his condition for coming on this "fishing trip" at all. his cock was a deep, steady ache, a constant reminder of your place. you were his lucky charm, his well…cockwarmer.
"stop squirming," he grumbled, his voice a low, lazy rumble against your ear. he took a slow pull from the can of cheap beer in his hand, his other arm resting loosely around your waist, his fingers occasionally tapping a rhythm on your hip bone.
"i'm not squirming," you mumbled, trying to hold yourself perfectly still. "your chair is digging into my back."
"yeah, well, my dick's digging into you, and i don’t hear you complainin' about that," he chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that vibrated through your entire body. he shifted his hips slightly, pushing himself deeper, and you couldn't suppress the small gasp that escaped your lips. you re-adjusted yourself slightly so your back was now fully flush with his chest.
you didn't answer. what was the point? he was right.
he cast his line out into the murky water, the bobber landing with a soft plip. he settled back, his chest still pressing against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. then he was waiting.
"sun's out, beer's cold, got my girl's tight little cunt wrapped around my cock. this is the life, ain't it?"
you stared out at the water, watching the dragonflies flit over the surface. it wasn't the life. it was a prison, a humid, sticky, sun-drenched prison. but you knew better than to say that. at least you were here with him.
"god, i'm bored," he sighed after a few minutes of silence. he took another long drink of his beer, crushing the empty can in his fist with a sharp crunch. he tossed it onto the growing pile beside his chair. "here. you hold this."
he shoved the fishing pole into your hands, the worn cork grip smooth and slightly damp. "don't you dare lose that lure. it's my favorite."
"what are you doing?" you asked, a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach.
he shifted behind you, his hands coming around to rest on your bare thighs. "i'm gonna have some fun. you just sit there and look pretty. and try to catch us some dinner."
"i’m having dinner with you?"
"if y’want, said your folks were going to be at that charity thing so…"
his cold hand slid up your inner thigh, his calloused fingers tracing a path that made your breath hitch. he found your clit with an unnerving accuracy, his thumb beginning to rub slow, lazy circles against the sensitive nub. you bit your lip, a desperate attempt to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape.
"that's it," he murmured, his voice a low, approving purr in your ear. "just like that. stay still for me."
his touch was maddening. he wasn't trying to get you off, not yet. he was just stoking the fire, enjoying the way your body trembled, the way your breath hitched, the way you clenched around his cock in response to his touch.
"your hands are cold, aerion!"
"yeah? you're so wet," he whispered, his voice thick with a smug satisfaction. "love sittin' out here with me, my fingers on your clit, my dick in your cunt?"
"stop being crude and kiss me," you murmured, your voice tight with a desperate need for something real, something that wasn't just this casual, detached torment. you gripped the fishing pole tighter, your knuckles white, your eyes fixed on the little red and white bobber dancing on the water's surface.
he huffed out a laugh, and instead of the kiss you wanted, he leaned in and pressed his lips to your cheek in sloppy, wet smacks. then he did it again, on your other cheek, then your jaw, leaving a trail of cooling saliva on your skin.
you turned your head, trying to catch his mouth, to force a real kiss, something with tongue and teeth and passion. he pulled back just enough, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "ah, ah, ah," he tsked, shaking his head slightly. "you don't get that for free."
"aerion," you whined, the sound pathetic even to your own ears. "please."
"please what?" he murmured, his fingers stilling their maddening circles. he was enjoying this, enjoying your desperation, the power he held over you. "you want a real kiss? you want me to kiss you like i mean it?"
you nodded, a tear of frustration escaping and tracing a path through the drying spit on your cheek.
"then earn it," he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. he gave your clit a sharp, sudden slap that made you cry out and arch against him. "show me how much you want it. show me you're my good girl. beg for it."
your pride warred with your desire, a losing battle from the start. "please, aerion," you whispered, the words tasting like ash in your mouth. "please kiss me."
"louder," he commanded, his fingers resuming their slow, torturous rhythm. "and tell me what you are."
"please," you said, your voice a little stronger this time, a little more broken. "please kiss me... i'm your good girl."
he let out a low, satisfied hum. "that's better." he leaned in, and for a heart-stopping moment, you thought he was finally going to give you what you wanted. his lips hovered just millimeters from yours…
then he pulled away completely, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "nah," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "not yet. the fish are bitin'."
he pointed with his chin toward the water. your eyes darted to the bobber, which was now bobbing frantically, disappearing beneath the surface with a decisive plip. you had a bite.
"you better reel that in," he said, his voice a lazy drawl, his other hand reaching into the cooler to pull out another beer. "maybe if you catch us a big one, i'll think about that kiss." he settled back in the chair. his hand came off your clit and went to rest on your hips, his cock plush and heavy, an unyielding presence inside you. "get to work, baby."
Dick hitting your cervix doesn't feel good :(
You also don't feel "pleasure in your womb" Can you maybe tag for unrealistic sex next time? Please
Guys, I'm not here to give y'all sex ed. It's fanfic, it goes without saying that you should take it with a grain of salt. All I'm doing is finding ways to tell a story, not educating people about what sex is like irl.
if i ever got an anon like this, i would lose my marbles genuinely. people have writing styles that i don’t like, i don’t leave them odd anons trying to dictate how they should be writing or posting their content for free.
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cw: obviously free use!clark, clark has a big dick (we all know this), sub!clark (again, we all know this), somnophilia, riding, oral (m & f!receiving), clark is JUST your roommate so like you guys aren’t… dating…?
a/n: I’m back from the dead (for now)
You weren’t exactly sure where it came from, but Clark had been upfront with you the first time you guys had sex.
“You don’t need to ask me next time. Or the time after that. Or… any… other time.” He huffed out a breathy chuckle.
And honestly, you were a bit confused at first. But then when you finally used that brain of yours, you nodded slowly before pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Okay.”
And oh how you love it.
“C-Clark—!” your legs, that were hooked over Clark’s broad shoulders, shook and twitched with his hands wrapped around the back of your thighs.
His tongue expertly swiping side to side as he occasionally wrapped his lips around your puffy clit.
“s’o-okay… jus— c-cum…” He mumbled against your pussy as his fingers tightened their hold on your thighs.
With the vibrations of his voice muffling against your cunt, your orgasm just about hit you like a damn truck. Your walls clenched around nothing as Clark pulled away, his face drenched in your juices as he licked his lips.
And of course, it never stopped there.
“J-Jeez ba-by—! Be c-carefu— oh gosh…” He whimpered softly as your head bobbed up and down his cock.
Some people would think that if you’re sucking this man off, it’s for his pleasure, but no. The way he whimpers, and quite literally shakes in your hands, you’re just about ready to come with him.
“O-oh gosh— M’g-gonna—” His hand rests on the back of your head, but doesn’t push, as his cum fills your mouth.
You pull off of him with a pop as you trail your tongue up and down the side of his length, a sly grin plastered across your lips.
And it didn’t help that Clark was at your every call, no matter the circumstance.
You slowly open his bedroom door and peek your head in, Clark’s large body splayed across his bed as light snores left his mouth. You pressed your lips together before entering and walking towards him, resting your hand on his shoulder and shaking him softly.
“Clark…?” You called out his name softly.
You jumped back as you watched him jolt awake, lifting his head from his pillow as he turned to look at you, the lack of light in his room making his face less visible.
“Hm…What’s wrong…?” He mumbled deeply, moving his body to lay on his back.
“Can’t sleep…” You whisper as you rest your hands on his chest, slowly creeping your way onto his lap.
Clark hummed as he hooked his arm around you before reaching down to pull his pants down just enough to free his cock.
And despite the fact that he was half asleep, the fucker was already hard….
But either way, you wasted no time in sinking down on him, inch by inch making its way deep into your pulsing cunt. A shaky breath leaves your lips as a low groan leaves Clark’s, his hands already gripping your waist tightly as you begin bouncing in Clark’s lap.
“O-oh— Y-you f—eel s-so good—” You breathe out with your hands splayed across his chest, your ass smacking onto his thighs every time you descend down.
Your walls clench around his length tightly, leaning down to cup his face as you crash your lips onto his.
Clark groans deeply into the kiss as his hands trail down from your waist to your ass, gripping the fat as he began guiding you up and down quickly.
“Please…” He mumbled against your lips before you pull away, rested your forehead on his before he sits himself up, his hands running up your back as his arms hook around your torso.
As you felt your climax approaching, you felt Clark begin to thrust up into you, meeting your bounces halfway.
“C-Clark…”
“I k-know, baby…” He whimpered sweetly as he pressed kisses along your neck, his lips warm against your skin.
Your sweet, beautiful, handsome Clark. Always at your every call.
wc: 2k
warnings: breeding kink, mating press, calling her "mama" and calling himself "daddy" multiple orgasms, creampie, some angst at the end if you want
author's note: r!r and popstar back fucking nasty! (also @roomiesoreo gave me so many of these ideas and some of the lines so thank you mo phéist)
You blink and close your notebook, rubbing your face. You’ve been writing lyrics since before sundown, having snuck down to the basement studio to work on Jamie’s debut album.
“You tired, sugar?” Remmick asks you softly.
“Yeah. Let’s call it a night,” you sigh, collecting the sheet music and putting it on the desk. “Really good work, Jamie,” you compliment him in a soft voice.
“Thanks,” he answers you passively.
“Get some sleep, yeah? We’re gonna go suit shopping tomorrow.”
“I remember,” he says like he has a hundred times.
You forget that not everyone needs a million reminders like your careless boyfriend.
“Right. Yeah. And we can get you some stuff for your room, too. If you want,” you stumble through the awkward olive branch.
“Sure, I’d like that,” he agrees with a little smile on his face.
You want him to like you. You need him to like you.
“Well… goodnight. Sleep well,” you coo.
“You too. G’night,” he yawns, giving Remmick a look before he turns around.
He heads up the stairs to his room and Remmick kisses your cheek.
“Makes you want another one, huh?” he jokes.
“Don’t say that,” you whine playfully.
“No? Why not?” he counters.
“Cause you know I do…”
“Hm…” he leans in, kissing the side of your head. “Y’wanna go upstairs ‘n make one?” he murmurs in your ear.
You bite your lip, feeling him kiss down to your neck, dragging the strap of your bra down your arm. You turn your head to look at him and smash your lips into his.
“Mm, yeah? Should we?”
You practically drag him up the stairs and into your bedroom, quickly throwing off your shirt. He clicks his tongue at you and backs you up to the bed.
“You just lay down ‘n lemme worry ‘bout the rest, sugar.”
You nod and settle onto the bed, propped up by the pillows. You’re treated to a slow striptease, your eyes fixed on the way he unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of the loops. He peels off his shirt and shoves down his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. He crawls up to you and you shiver at the sight of his tented boxers. He grabs your ankle and tugs you down the bed, making you giggle.
“Mm, haven’t heard that one in too long,” he notes, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
He unhooks your bra as you grab his hair, pulling him in for another kiss.
“I love you,” you whisper.
“Love you so much, pretty girl. You got no idea.”
Your bra joins the pile of his clothes on the floor and he starts with your shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them while kissing your knee. He eases them down so lazily you’re whining at him to speed up.
“Gotta take our time makin’ this one, sweetheart, I just know she’s gonna be special.”
“Sh-she?”
“You want a ‘lil girl, don’tcha?”
It hits you right in the chest. You paw at him and whimper, your back arching off of the bed.
“I know, I know, I’m gonna take care of you…”
He makes quick work of your soaked-through panties and his boxers, leaving you both bare and ready.
“You wanna try somethin’, Mama?” he murmurs, red eyes half-lidded as he gazes at you.
“Try what?”
“I’m gonna lift your legs up like this,” he starts, lifting your legs by hooking his hands under your knees. “Then I’m gonna bend ‘em up… put you like this. Yeah?”
You nod, wincing at the new position. You can feel the stretch of having your legs so wide, but you know you’ll settle in.
“Love you,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you.
You feel his tip bump your clit and jolt, turning your head away.
“No, sugar, look at me. Look at me, Mama, lemme see that pretty face.”
You look back and meet his eyes, letting out a pathetic little noise.
You gasp when he grips himself and drags his cock down from your clit to your hole. He doesn’t push in, just slides up and down, the length hugged by your slick folds.
“You want it?”
“Please…”
“What? You want this cock? Huh? You want me t’fill you up, give you a ‘lil baby?”
You push on his chest lightly, digging your nails in on his pec, begging.
“Please? Please, please, please-”
He shoves in and you cry out, squirming under him. You’re really stuck like this. You couldn’t flip him over if you wanted to. All you want is a good pounding and the baby that comes from it.
He stretches you out– like he always does– and you feel every inch, every vein, every twitch until you finally feel him bottom out.
He sits there for a moment, taking measured breaths and watching you squirm.
You look good like this.
He knows it’s a game. He knows it’s not real. But there’s something about that frenzied energy behind your opal eyes that makes him want it too.
He leans down again, pushing in deeper just to kiss your face. You whine and writhe below him but he doesn’t care.
“I’m so fuckin’ hard for you, baby… need’a fill you up, need’a make you a mama…”
“Please, please, please,” you chant, tears welling up in your eyes.
His fingers find your clit, circling slowly in a perfect timed rhythm. Your eyes flutter shut as your mouth falls open. Your head falls back, allowing him to kiss your skin and lick the sweat from your neck.
“Gonna be so fuckin’ sweet with our baby, sugar. Everythin’… these lips, these tits… this pussy,” he husks.
He chuckles at the noise that leaves you.
“Shit, y’gonna hafta beat me off t’get my mouth off this pussy.”
“Y-you do that already,” you joke lightly.
“S’gonna be different… cause y’gonna be so tired ‘n achy with that ‘lil angel. I gotta take care of my princess…”
You whimper thinking about it, your hand covering your womb. You rub it gently, almost like you could will your little angel to start growing now.
He sees you and kisses your temple, speeding up the fingers rubbing at your clit.
You moan softly– everything about you is soft– and arch your back the best you can stuck like this.
“Y’close, Mama? I can feel it…”
“Remmick, Rem- fuck… I-I’m-”
“Just let go, I got you,” he encourages.
“Y-you haven’t even moved,” you tell him.
“I’ll move when I’m good ‘n ready, you just cum for me now.”
“But-”
You’re cut off by him kissing you and shoving his tongue in your mouth. He pulls out halfway to give you a few good strokes. The motion and the way it makes his hand shake has you clenching around his cock, your clit pulsing. You try to push his hand away but he doesn’t stop, guiding you through the orgasm. Your legs tremble.
“Aw, c’mon, now. We’re just gettin’ started, baby.”
He takes his hand away for a moment, kissing your cheek and murmuring against your skin.
“That’s my girl, look at you. So fuckin’ gorgeous… that’s my fuckin’ girl.”
He gives you a sickly sweet kiss.
“I w-want you to move,” you beg him, lips mashing against his.
“Move?”
You nod frantically.
“Y’want me to pull out-”
“No! No,” you sob. “Just fu-ck me!”
“Y’wanna get fucked, Mama? I can do that, I can fill this pussy up, is that what she needs? She needs’ta get filled? Huh?”
You’re bawling below him as he kisses down your neck and chest until he’s drooling over one of your nipples. You can see his fangs out and you shake your head vigorously.
“D-don’t bite me,” you sniffle.
“I’m not gon’ bite you, baby. I’m not doin’ it, sugar, I promise. I promise. Y’gonna be so pretty when you feed the baby… but Daddy just needs a ‘lil taste right now, okay?”
His fangs retract and he latches onto your nipple, sucking while his hand drags over the other sensitive bud, pinching and tweaking it once.
“Ah!”
He can’t help but laugh at you, how desperate and pathetic you sound. You’ve been so distant since Jamie joined the band, you need this. Both of you.
“Y-you’re not moving,” you growl at him.
His fingers are on your clit again, toying with you as he shallowly thrusts in. He hits your spot each time, his movements deliberate but not the pounding you were expecting.
It’s all too much– the stimulation to your clit, the punishingly slow strokes, the way he sucks on your tits like he’s actually going to draw milk. You’re shaking again, nails digging into his flexed bicep and trying to pull him off by the hair. Yanking his locks while he has his mouth on your nipple just serves to make him moan– the last bit of stimulation to make you scream again. You’re blubbering, begging him to just fill you up.
You pout at him.
“Shit, look at that, came two times on this dick… what a good girl. She took it so good… grippin’ me like hell, goddamn.”
He splays his hand over your womb, making you whimper.
“I know… I bet she’s ready for her baby now. Yeah?”
You nod feverishly, pushing at his chest.
“Oh, yeah. She’s nice and relaxed, she gon’ take this load so good for me?”
He pulls out, so far that only the tip stays in, and slams in, making you gasp. He sits up straight, hauling your ass into his lap and leaning down to fold you over. The drool he left on your chest drips down to your shoulders.
“Is’at good, Mama? Yeah? S’deep enough for you, baby? Just gotta talk t’me, tell me how you want it…”
“F-faster!”
He speeds up on your command, pounding you like you wanted– like you needed. His balls slap against your ass, underscored by the slick sound of your cunt gushing around his pistoning cock.
“Y’feel ‘em, Mama? They’re so heavy…” he whimpers. “So fuckin’ tight, goddamn, I gotta fuck you full, baby…”
“Remmick,” you bawl. “J-just cum in me, please, just put a baby in me, I-I need it-”
He caresses your face and slips two fingers between your lips to gag you.
“Gonna fill you up, g-gonna give it to you… need you, sugar, need you to cum with me. C’mon, Mama, cum with Daddy…”
You both feel your muscles tighten as you hit your peak at the same time, shivering and panting, gasping for air.
His hair sticks to his forehead from the sweat, and a thick strand of drool hangs from his lips. He pulls out and eases your legs down, massaging your hip flexors to soothe the burn.
Before you can try to think again, he crawls down the bed and puts your legs over his shoulders.
You give a pained wince as he pushes his cum back in with two fingers. He rests his head on your tummy, kissing your skin and rubbing circles.
“Daddy’s ready to meet you, angel,” he murmurs, pressing three more kisses before he pulls his fingers out.
He offers them to you.
“A ‘lil for good luck?”
You clean them off, humming at the combined taste of your slick and his cum.
“You need a shower, Mama?”
“Yeah… yeah, just-” you swallow, panting, “just be with me for a little, Rem…”
He snuggles up next to you. You bury your face in his neck.
can’t find the post that mentioned it but someone talked about clark kent’s inability to simply receive pleasure or have his partner do any of the work wholly.
sucking him off while he lays back (at least that’s what he is told to do)? first his hand slips between your thighs before he simply pulls your hips and has you spread over his face so he can mouth at you.
want to ride him? he cannot stop himself from taking over! holding you atop him “it’s the same still, isn’t it, baby?” while his hips drive up into you until your body gives out.
your hand moves between your thighs to touch yourself? his hand quickly (but gently) nudges it out of the way to take over
your hips bucking up or against him as he pounds into you? “baby tell me what you need, i can do it” “i’m gonna take care of you, just tell me” “anything you want, i’m yours to use” while his hands try desperate to keep you still without hurting you
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Actually that no punctuation plot hole ooc wattpad fanfic written by that 12 year old will ALWAYS be better than character ai. And I love that 12 year old btw
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.
reallyreallyreally fond of the way the best superbat authors describe clark. this man, this behemoth of a man. this thing, this impossibly large thing that's warm, tanned, unblemished, with unnervingly perfect skin with unnervingly perfect hair placed in the perfect places. when someone presses a hand to his chest and they can feel his heart beating away at an inhuman pace but can't feel him breathing because he forgets. this alien, this creature, with freakish blue eyes like a clear summer day. infinite in their depth. like you could have a panic attack from looking into them for too long, suddenly hit with the realization of how small you are in the center of it all, in the center of this universe that somehow made this man. this, again, thing, with perfectly manicured nails he doesn't need to trim and teeth that are just a shade too white. what an unsettling sight he is indeed 🥴
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can’t find the post that mentioned it but someone talked about clark kent’s inability to simply receive pleasure or have his partner do any of the work wholly.
sucking him off while he lays back (at least that’s what he is told to do)? first his hand slips between your thighs before he simply pulls your hips and has you spread over his face so he can mouth at you.
want to ride him? he cannot stop himself from taking over! holding you atop him “it’s the same still, isn’t it, baby?” while his hips drive up into you until your body gives out.
your hand moves between your thighs to touch yourself? his hand quickly (but gently) nudges it out of the way to take over
your hips bucking up or against him as he pounds into you? “baby tell me what you need, i can do it” “i’m gonna take care of you, just tell me” “anything you want, i’m yours to use” while his hands try desperate to keep you still without hurting you
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