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[latinototal]

A tourist had nowhere to stay because all hotels were fully booked. He went into a bar and met a man there and they made a deal. You give me your pussy whenever I want it and in return you get to stay as long as you need to. The tourist accepted the deal, unawared of the host’s cock size.

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[owen-vixenf]

[latinototal]

Yo y mi esposo inaugurando nuestra nueva cama de matrimonio.

[wilde522791]

[aimaginateeso2]

[stupidhimbo]

He's one of those rich introverted guys who spent their whole lives separated from the normal guys cause he's "better than them" or whatever his family says. He just wants someone to fuck his mouth and ass, someone to appreciate the massive body he owns, someone to make him a submissive himbo like he wishes to be.

[musclehunkymen]

Muscle Jock

[btmguy69]

[gecestich]

[flashroid]

DC KINKTOBER DAY THIRTEEN

day thirteen [ dom bottom/sub top .. trick or treat! clark kent , '' word count : 1.8k before cam use . 18 + , smut , f!reader , unprotected sex ( d in p ) , creampie , praise kink

Clark was like a puppy.

Simple as that, that's exactly what Clark was. It wasn't an overexaggeration, it wasn't an underestimatement, it was simply that.

Puppies were kind, they were generous, they were soft, they were adorable, and they were damn obedient.

You wouldn't go on to call Clark a dog, he wasn't a dog..but with the way he got down and did whatever your pretty lips said, he might aswell be a dog too.

If you said bark, the Kryptonian might do it.

It was a day on the farm, the Kansas sun beating down hard on them as they tended to the horses in the stable. Your hands dragged down the mane of an American quarter horse, the palomino coat glowing in the rays of the sun.

Clark was rolling the hay barrels to the side for their feeding time, wiping subtle sweat from the sun off his head with a soft whoo. His black curls bounced slightly while his head moved, his white t-shirt tight against his muscles and his jeans dirty at the edges, his landscaping boots smeared with mud and such.

"Boy's hungry today," He concurred with a pensive expression, your head turning around to see the black coated mustang they'd name Rock absolutely murdering a hay roll. You squinted, "Well, he was running around everywhere, figures that he needs a break Clark." You jeered.

Clark chuckled, "Suppose you're right, he's been workin' himself out to the bon- ope!" He backed up a bit when Rock's head whipped up, a stubborn neigh as he stomped, "Okay okay, I'll let ya be."

He walked over, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, "And we, should seriously go eat too. My stomach's growling."

You smiled, patting the horse you'd been tending to on the nose gently before you followed Clark out the stables while the horses all ate.

The sun caught on your tanned skin nicely, and Clark couldn't resist from staring - you were beautiful, no matter what you looked like, you were beautiful. He grasped your hand with his own, and pressed a gentle smooch to the back of it, "You look beautiful, darlin'." He complimented, and you felt a subtle blush on your cheeks.

"Mm, says you handsome," You responded affectionately, pressing a quick peck to Clark's lips.

Clark smiled wide against your mouth, his eyes bright with affection. Like a puppy; "Sooo, I was thinkin' we could have strip steak for dinner, what'd ya say?" He offered, and you nodded, "Strip steak sounds delicious Clark."

He hummed, "Great, let's get to makin' it then..just in time so we can put the horses back into their stables."

With the two of you settled on that thought, you went into your shared farmhouse to begin preparing your guys' dinner for the night. You both moved about the kitchen, communicating to eachother, and overall having a rather domestic type, laughing when Clark accidentally got the gravy on his face, or when you turned the pan up too high.

It was heaven when it was just you two living your peaceful life on the farm - no Superman, no constant worry.

Things had been quiet, and you were grateful for that..it was usually never quiet.

But then again, you were both in your farmhouse and not in Metropolis, where the Flash and Cyborg had offered to watch out for instead in Clark's absence.

After a flurry of excitement and rather productive dinner making, the two of you had finished making the strip steak, currently enjoying the taste while you sat across from eachother.

It was silent, the two of you content with eating in silence, though there was no harm in sparking a conversation - but you'd decided to choose a rather unique topic.

"Would you let me boss you around in bed Clark?" You suddenly questioned, and the poor Kryptonian coughed loudly, eyes wide, "What?"

You didn't really react, just shrugged, "I mean..like you'd let me order you around. While we have sex."

Clark stared at you, his glasses perched low on his nose while his countenance was washed over with shock, "I..well, um..I, suppose I'm not against it sweetheart," He scratched the back of his head, "What warranted this eh..?"

"Just curious Clark..and wishing." You added with a subtle husk, and Clark caught it - of course he did. His ears were red, and so was his entire face.

"Welp," Clark slapped a hand on his thigh gently, "How about we finish our food baby, then we can uh..discuss this later, hm?" He waited for your inevitable, "Okay."

He nodded, and the two of you resorted to eating in pure silence, but the tension in the air seemed to snuff the silence out - like the very electricity between you two was speaking. It made no sense how the food had suddenly disappeared so quickly, and you two were left to silently stare at eachother.

Clark couldn't be any less awkward, "..Uh."

You stared, analyzing Clark before you smiled, "Shall we go?"

*

"I'm sure you can do much better than this Kal," You muttered, eyes narrowed while you watched Clark, your tone dark while you sat atop Clark's cock, the man panting and trying his best to not whimper. You were demanding, and with every slow slow grind into you, just the way you'd asked, his eyes almost rolling back when he didn't get that small amount of pressure he needed around his cock to bring him closer.

You felt amusement, but the way your core washed over with more heat everytime Clark's eyes scrunched, his brows knitting together with effort as he tried not to buck into you like a wild animal, was obvious.

Especially since Clark definitely let out a pathetic mewl at the new wave of hotness over his large cock, nudged into you fully. You moaned softly, back arching a little while your hands rested on his chest, lashes fluttering, "Good, you're so good at listening baby..can you a move a little deeper for me, hm? Faster?" You cooed it to him, and he took it without shame.

Clark pushed his hips deeper into you with more speed, but he didn't go too fast - he knew you'd chide him, make him restart to an excruciatingly slow pace.

How you handled it without crying and pleading was insane to him, but he didn't ask.

He just obeyed whatever you told him.

Clark was like your dog, and that's how he thought of it. He panted, eyes clouded while you leaned in and kissed at his face, dragging your lips along his before your tongue licked at the seam. Clark pliantly opened his mouth and felt your tongue slip into his wet mouth, sliding against his and making him groan.

It was lewd but it turned him on like crazy - because it was you, you were doing this to him and he'd never have it any other way.

You massaged Clark's chest, hands running down to graze his muscles while he punched little sounds out of you - you wanted to play this game for as long as you could, make Clark cry even and drive him crazy.

But you might go crazy first.

"Faster, come on. Don't disappoint me, you're good right? You don't want me to do it for you, do you?" It was a threat that would've Clark said yes, but he shook his head, "No..n..no, I'll do it..I'll- I'll do it." He croaked, a pathetic need to please you.

All he lived for sometimes was to just fucking please you.

Clark thrusted faster into your wet pussy, groaning loudly when you clenched. He aimed his hips a little and began hitting your G-spot with every snap, a sharp cry leaving you, "Shit!" You cursed, a whine leaving your mouth.

Clark nodded, "Uh huh..all for you, c'mon darlin'. Tell me I.." He panted, eyes half lidded, "tell me I'm good, please?"

The request almost had you cumming on his cock right there. Fuck, he was pitiful, and it had your cunt clenching, the hotness brewing in the pit of your stomach serving to turn damn near seismic.

"Oh? Really, you want me to say it?" You hummed, before you tapped his hips - and like a dog, Clark stopped on command.

The Kryptonian nodded, the farmer's tan he had highlighted by the sheen of sweat over his body, the setting sun serving to make every point of his planes glow, "Please, please-"

He was interrupted by a sharp intake of breath when you began rocking your hips, controlling the rhythm with quick rolls, "Come on then. You're perfect, aren't you Kal? Fuckin' good." You praised through gritted teeth, your own moans flooding out of you as you began riding him hard, the man squirming beneath you with the grave effort to control himself.

Clark panted harshly, his hips trembling, "Sweeth..heart, I'm..I'm gonna.." He felt dizzy - he never thought you'd reduce him to this, but he was putty in your hands and he was whimpering like that as all he could do, whining for your approval.

You grinned, "Good boy, is that what you wanna hear? You a good boy?" You teased, moaning and furrowing your brows as you grew closer and closer to bursting all over.

The power trip drove you mad, and you bounced a little, taking him while you watched how desperately Clark wanted to fuck up into you.

And how his dick throbbed in you at the praise.

"Good boy. I think you deserve it. Go on, take it." You cooed, and just like that, Clark lost it. He grasped your hips with a brutal force, though was wary of hurting you before he began hammering into you, making you cry out.

You held onto his shoulders, back arched as the tip kissed your cervix, making you whine, "Clark! Fuck, fuck..gonna cum!" You warned, but Clark was delirious. He needed to cum, and he wanted to cum right in you, wanted to hear you tell him how good it was, "Am..am I doing good? Please, please tell me I'm doing good, need t'hear you say it baby please." He breathed.

And who were you to deny him his needs now?

"Good, G-god you're so g-good! Making my pussy feel s..so good Kal!" You croaked, and just like that, Clark spilled into you in heavy loads, both you moaning when you followed right after, squeezing his pulsing cock.

The room smelled of sex and sweat, the both of you fucked out. You collapsed on top of Clark, taking in that subtle sandalwood scent of his.

Clark kissed your head, a tiny whimper not going unheard when you shifted a little while his hand went to rub your back. You could feel the little tremors.

In conclusion, there was no lie about it.

Clark Kent, was just a puppy..kind, loyal, and real fuckin' obedient.

*

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[supercap2319]

"Really, Jase? You want me to blow you in an alleyway? You sure know how to make a guy feel special." Y/N said against Jason's lips as the latter had him pinned against the brick wall as he teased him with his pink and full lips.

"Because... We both know you love being my little slut and have an exhibitionist kink." Jason said.

"Asshole."

"Shut up, and get down on your knees." Jason pushed him down and opened his pants as Y/N pushed them down and freed his cock and suck him off in Gotham suicide slums.

[supercap2319]

How about Ryan and Blue got into an argument and the tension builds up and Y/n catches them in the shower and joins them

Heated Showers

The steam from the shower filled the locker room at Station 113, fogging up the mirrors and leaving droplets on the metal lockers. Inside, Blue Bennings stood with his back pressed against the tiled wall, water cascading down his muscular frame. His dark brown hair was plastered to his forehead, and his dark eyes were fixed on the shorter man opposite him.

"Ah swear, Ryan, y'all act like Ah'm some kinda plague 'round here." Blue said, his voice thick with frustration. "Ah've been workin' mah tail off to prove mahself."

Ryan, shorter but no less built, crossed his arms over his chest. His blonde hair was darkened by the water, and his blue eyes held a storm of conflicting emotions. "Provin' yourself? Blue, you showed up outta nowhere expectin' a handout 'cause you're the captain's bastard son. My dad. That ain't how it works in the real world."

The words hit their mark, and Blue's jaw tightened. "Bastard? That's rich comin' from Mr. Perfect who never had to struggle for nothin' in his life. And he's my dad too, Ry."

"At least Ah earned mah position." Ryan shot back, stepping closer until they were nearly chest to the top Ryan's head. It was comical how much shorter Ryan was than his baby bro. "Didn't strip mah way into it. Shakin’ mah ass like a goddamn rattlesnake."

Before Blue could respond, the shower door creaked open. Y/N stood there, his eyes taking in the scene before him – two half-brothers, both naked and tense, water glistening on their skin.

"Well now, what do we have here?" Y/N drawled, his voice smooth as bourbon. "Two fine firefighters wastin' all this steam when they could be puttin' it to better use."

Both brothers turned, their bodies tensing further at the interruption. Y/N didn't wait for an invitation, stepping into the shower and closing the door behind him. His eyes roamed over Blue's tall frame and Ryan's compact build, appreciating the view.

"Y/N, this ain't the time," Ryan started, but his protest died as Y/N's fingers trailed down his chest, brushing against his nipple, causing the blonde to gasp. Ryan hadn't been getting any sex from Sam lately. Not since they found out Sam was pregnant after their weekend trip to Knoxville.

"Seems like the perfect time to me." Y/N murmured, his other hand finding Blue's hip. "All this tension... y'all just need some relief."

Blue watched as Y/N's hand moved lower, wrapping around Ryan's half-hard cock. A soft groan escaped Ryan's lips despite himself. Blue felt a surge of something – jealousy? desire? – as he watched his brother's reaction. He and Taylor were in a weird spot at the moment. Nothing but shared kisses between them.

"See?" Y/N whispered, turning his attention to Blue. His fingers danced across Blue's abs before finding his growing erection. "Your brother knows what's good."

Blue's head fell back against the tile as Y/N began to stroke him, his touch firm and knowing. When Y/N leaned in to kiss him, Blue met him halfway, their mouths parting eagerly.

Ryan watched, his breathing growing heavier as Y/N worked them both with practiced hands. The anger between them seemed to melt away, replaced by something primal and urgent.

"Ah always knew there was more between y'all than just anger," Y/N said between kisses. "All that fire... just needed someone to light the fuse." He dropped to his knees, looking up at both brothers. "Now, why don't y'all let me help y'all work through this... tension?"

Blue and Ryan exchanged a look, something unspoken passing between them. In that moment, they weren't half-brothers or rivals – just two men in need of release, with Y/N more than willing to provide it.

As Y/N's mouth closed around Blue's cock, Blue couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this complicated family dynamic had some unexpected benefits after all.