Can I request Clark Kent x shy, sweetheart!reader?
They’re besties, and she likes him a lot, but has never told him because she thinks he likes Lois? And she can’t blame him because Lois is so amazing, so she feels just a tad bit jealous/insecure about it? :c
This is such a good idea omg!!
Content : slightly angsty?? , Clark’s a yearner !!
Word count : 1.2k
The way you felt about Clark was torture. He was your best friend. Your best friend for goodness sake! He knew everything about you and visa versa. But if there was one thing you knew? It was that you couldn't tell him how you felt. The rejection would break you into pieces. That's not something you were prepared to deal with.
If anything you saw how he looked at his coworker Lois. She was perfect. Literally perfect, just what Clark wanted. You weren't the jealous kind. You had no right to be jealous. Clark wasn't yours. But oh the way he was with her. Whenever you'd visit him at work to drop something off. How they'd be laughing at something and whenever you'd come over Clark would be red in the face and clearing his throat.
Lois was so nice to you. So so nice that it hurt. You adored her too. Sometimes he'd come over on weekends or after shifts to watch movies at your place or you at his. And he'd tell stories about her. Something that happened at work.
"Can you believe it! Jimmy lost an arm wrestle match with Lois!"
And you'd sit and giggle with him. There had been the rare occasion where he'd be late to movie night.. he'd be working late with Lois.
And you had literally no right to be upset about it. Because he wasn't yours. And that was something you'd have to start getting used to. Maybe you were a little bit jealous. What if you lost him all together.
It was movie night. The best part of the week. You had set up all the snacks in cute little bowls. Getting his favourite drink ready. Blankets flung on the sofa ready and your fluffiest pyjamas. It really was the best day. Until it wasn't. At first he was just five minutes late. Fine! Probably caught up at the Daily planet right?
Ten minutes pass. No message.
Half an hour. Nothing. The popcorn had gone cold. Your mind was filled with all sorts of things. But again. You really couldn't be mad if he was with Lois. When an hour had hit and there's rapid knocking on your door.
With a huff you walk over to the door tearing it open , and there flinched Clark with a pizza and a bag of your favourite snacks stepping inside as you close the door behind him
"Im so sorry! I went for really quick drinks after work with Lois and jimm-
You cut him off before you could even stop yourself from saying the words. "Oh fantastic ! Maybe you can bring Lois to our movie night next time!" Oh. Nice one. You've really done it now.
But he just looks confused. With a sweet boyish grin.
"Lois doesn't really like movies ! Jimmy does! But I don't think he'd like to come either!" God he's such an idiot. You're such an idiot. You looked jealous now.
You cleared your throat and he looks at all the snacks you had set up on the table and he looks beyond guilty. "I know i probably should've messaged you...I'm sorry! I would've invited you but I know you don't like bars!" He sets the food on the table and you sigh shaking your head at him sitting down on the sofa and wrapping a blanket around you. He runs to the bathroom changing into the joggers and shirt you always keep at your place for him. He comes back sitting by you and wrapping the blanket around himself too. His warm scent fills the air.
"So..what do you wanna watch? It's your turn to pick this week!" He was so excited. But you shut it down. "No. You can choose." You pass him the remote and he raises an eyebrow. You were being weird.
He doesn't push it. He knows you're a little upset with him being late.
The movie starts playing and after a while Clark speaks up again. "So Lois said something before!" Here we go again. His blue eyes lit up as he spoke about her.
"Yeah?" You reply putting a piece of popcorn in your mouth.
"Said I should be more confident! Stop fooling around when it comes to what I want!" He smiles at you and you raise an eyebrow.
"Maybe you should ask Lois out then." It came out before you could even stop it. He choked on his drink looking at you.
"What! What are you on about? Lois is my friend!" He sits up now completely sitting up. "Are you actually okay? You're being weird , you've barely had any pizza and you've not been making your usual movie comments!" He looked so worried about you. Were you still mad?
"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Pshhh!! Movie! Let’s watch the movie!” You fake beamed your heart racing.
But he knew you. He pauses the movie crossing his arms prepared to be stubborn at all costs.
“I know when you’re lying to me. Talk to me. Now” His voice is so soft. So sweet. You huff trying to get the remote and he rapidly moves it further away.
“No talking. No remote. No movie!” He puts on a sweet grin. A petty grin.
“Clark! I can’t ! You don’t understand!” You groan frustrated and he raises an eyebrow not letting this go.
“Try me. There’s nothing I don’t know about you!”
And so you cave. There was no going back.
“Okay.. I like you! Like really like you. And I know I shouldn’t because you’re my best friend and you like Lois and she’s really pretty and it just really hurts and! Ugh. I like you okay Kent !”
He doesn’t say anything. Not a single word. Which in reality just makes things so much worse.
“You literally have no idea do you?” He shakes his head in disbelief and now you were the one confused. He scoffs placing a hand on the back of your neck pulling you in for a deep clumsy kiss. His glasses getting bumped in the process. It lingers for a moment before he pulls away.
“Why do you think Lois told me I should stop fooling around. It’s always been you. You’re my girl, all I do at work is talk about you.” He brushes some hair behind your ear. And again. You were lost for words.
“What? Got nothing to say now ?” He grins , a tiny bit cocky and lets out a soft chuckle, instead you grab him by his shirt pulling him back in for a kiss. Slightly deeper this time. His tongue gently glides against yours and a soft gasp leaves his mouth. In that moment nothing else matters. When he pulls away he presses one more kiss to your lips and another to the top of your head.
“Sooo .. movie?” You blush at him and he unpauses it. His face is close to yours and he’s all red in the face.
“You know it. But I doubt I’ll be able to pay attention to the movie, I finally have everything I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Oh he couldn’t wait to tell Lois and Jimmy he’s finally got his girl.
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I hope this is okay for you!!! Ahhh!! He’s such an idiot sometimes.
Summary : After a dare from Jimmy to record something on Quinn.. you find it and ask him allll about it.
Contents: Swearing, Guided masterbation, use of vibrator , soft dom munch Clark , mentions of jerking off (the audio)friends to lovers , making out , oral (f recieving) , P IN V unprotected,tummy bulge , Praise, tongue clicking
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You and clark have been friends for as long as you can remember! You grew up together, now you were both fully grown and living together. Clark utterly loved you. Oh he adored you with his entire heart. But he couldn't cross that path, losing you would be worse than anything he's ever endured. However the feeling was mutual. You were both just too stubborn.
You were at home and Clark was at the daily planet. Jimmy had approached him with a grin. Clark knew this grin too well. "Hey Kent.. have you heard of Quinn ! It's this really cool audio app..."
Clark's eyes lit up by the sound of that. An audio app?? "Oh... like a podcast? I love podcasts !" Clark rapidly downloaded it on his phone without letting Jimmy finish and that's when he realised what sort of app it was.
"Jimmy! What the heck man!" Clark threw his phone on the desk like it burned him.
"Dude ! Eve showed it to me ! Chicks go crazy for this.i dare you to make something on there ! I bet your girlfriend would love it!" Jimmy grins
"She is not my girlfriend! She's my best friend!" Clark points at him. Jimmy just laughs.
"That's what they all say. Come on man I'll give you $100! Itll be fun you have the voice for it!"
Clark sighs. He was not about to slut himself out for -
"Deal!" He shakes Jimmys hand. Then when he got home he spent hours listening to other audios. Not in a weird way? He wanted to see how others did it. Like a template. He was so shy about it.. it felt so wrong to talk like this.
But he did it. Lowered his tone speaking into the mic. Making an audio right until you made your appearance back into the apartment.
"I'm home !" You called out and Clark frantically finished the audio coming out of his room. "Hey! You have a good day?" He looked incredibly red in the face like he was up to something. Wearing his joggers and a soft jumper.
"Alright.... Kent what have you done?" You place your keys in the bowl crossing your arms and he's rapidly shaking his head.
"Nothing!!! Literally nothing! It's really warm in here!" He tugs on the collar of his shirt.
"You're being so weird, but yes I had a good day... you?" You untied your shoes and placed them on the rack and he clears his throat again.
"Yeah! Yeah you know.. news! Saving cats from trees!"
He was definitely being weird.
Within a few hours Clark's audio had gone viral. He hadn't expected it to be so popular. Did women really like men talking them through it?
You slid a bra on your door handle. It was a sign in your apartment, if something was on yours on Clark's door handle. Don't interrupt. You just wanted some time to yourself to release some steam.
Diving into your bed you flung off your shorts and put your headphones on shamelessly opening Quinn. There was a new one on the trending list labelled "Let me talk you through it!" ~ DailyNerd
Tags included:
Guided masterbation, whimpering , soft dom, use of "good girl" , praise kink , jerking off!
You sighed clicking on the audio resting back against your pillow and sliding your hands into your panties rubbing slowly at your clit as the voice came through. Deep. Yet soft
"Hi honey.. you got your headphones in already for me? Are you listening baby? Good girl..." It sounded so familiar. So fucking familiar.
You shake your head ignoring it way too horny to care gasping softly as you kept gliding your fingers down to your pussy.
"Awe! I bet you have the .. the! Most beautiful pussy ever .. is she all wet for me? Oh that's so good baby .. can you keep touching yourself for me! Oh good girl"
Your fingers slid down to your soaking wet hole pushing two fingers in and gasping more rutting your hips up as you move them in and out.
"Keep it up for me baby yeah? You look so beautiful, I'm gonna touch myself with you okay?" The voice cooed. It still sounded so familiar. Right the way down to the stuttering. But you just couldn't put your finger on it.
Soft whimpers filled your ears and you move your fingers into your pussy faster. False wet noises filled your ears.
"Oh... oh honey.. look what you're doing to me.. I wish you could see how hard you make me. You keep touching yourself okay? So good baby!" You moan arching your back going back to rub circles on your clit getting more soaked and more turned on. You reached over into your drawer pulling out a vibrator. You had never. Been this turned on over a quinn audio.
The buzzing filled the room and you latched it onto your clit gasping as it made you throb harder and arch more. "Oh... gosh! Honey fuck- I mean damn! You keep going ! You're making me so hard I won't last" The voice kept going on and your eyes were watering. A stray tear falling as you increased the speed on your vibrator. It pulsing tauntingly against your aching clit and you shriek jaw slacked open.
"Oh!! Ffffuck! " You mutter under your breath not wanting Clark to hear. But you couldn't help it. Your hips rutted against the vibrator desperate to get more friction and tears flowing more now.
"Oh baby... you're so good for me... you keep going? Yeah? You gonna make yourself cum for me?" The familiar voice cooed again. The vibrator make your coil tighten making you screech , whimpers filled your ears and your orgasm came crashing down heavily. Your juices leaking everywhere and you gasp catching your breath.
"You're such a good listener baby.. thanks for joining me!" And then that's when it came. The one thing that gave it all away.
"I'm home!" You froze. No... no no it couldn't be.
You rewound it. And again
"I'm home!" That was you. THAT WAS YOUR VOICE. It had all clicked. Clark had made the audio.
You had just gotten off to the sound of your best friends voice. What the fuck.
Do you tell him?? Do you keep it a secret? Oh my fucking god you idiot! How did you not recognise your best friend's voice!
Cursing to yourself you throw on your shorts and leave your room. It felt weird keeping this secret. Your heart raced. Eyes still watering slightly and you hammered on his bedroom door.
"Come in!" You opened his door and he's on his bed reading something in his phone. He raises an eyebrow at you looking over his glasses. His room is a faint smell of sandalwood and newspaper, along with his own unique scent.
"Hey you look really out of breath are you okay?" You weren't going to answer that. Nope.
"Clark. Do you know what Quinn is?" You noticed how he instantly shifts uncomfortably.
"Nope.. what's that!" He clears his throat looking away from you and you sit next to him on the bed.
"Clark Joseph Kent! Don't you lie to me right now" That was it. He could hardly lie to you. You've just pulled out his full name.
"Okay.. yes! Jimmy dared me to ! Okay I made an audio as a joke!!" He put his hands up in defence and it confirmed everything. You put your head in your hands. Great.
"Clark. I'm gonna tell you something. But so help me if you judge me-" you sighed anxiously and he's tilts his head his voice soft.
"Talk to me honey.. what's up". Oh.
Oh. HE HAD USED THE VOICE.
"Look! I didn't know it was you who made the audio and I was .. having some time to myself and .. uhm.. I got off on it okay?" You huff embarrassed almost. He doesn't say anything.
"You came over my voice?" He almost has a grin growing on his face that you wanted to slap.
"Clark it's not funny! Okay I didn't know !" You groaned and he chuckles pulling you onto his lap. Your heart raced loudly.
"It's okay.. we've known each other forever. It's cute! Don't stress honey.. in fact it's .. sorta hot" He admits going red and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. You wanted nothing more than to disappear.
"Hey hey.. no no none of that.. look at me!" His voice returns to that soft tone and you can feel yourself aching again. He can feel you throbbing against his clothed hardening dick.
With a huff you lifted your head and he cupped your face. Thumb rubbing against your cheek. This was crossing the usual boundaries so hard.
"Did you like it?" He leans in closer tilting his head. You bite your lip hesitating. Really hesitating. Were you really about to risk the friendship over this?
"I did" You just about squeak out and he looks shy but so proud of himself at the same time.
"Good girl..." Was the last thing that came out of his mouth before his lips crash into yours. It's a slow kiss at first. Like he's pouring all of his love into it for you. Then his hands glide up your waist , his tongue gliding across your lip before pushing it past to glide with your own.
He tastes like mint and the coffee he's always drinking. The kiss deepens and it made you dizzy. Hands sliding into his hair. He tilts his head groaning into your mouth and moving your hips against his hardened dick. He pulls away gasping for air. You look at him.
"You wanna keep going? I can stop?" He asks sweetly, he had been wanting this for so long.
"Please don't stop." You kissed him hungrily and this time he spun you over so he was on top kissing you back like it was his sole purpose. His lips left yours to pepper kisses down your neck instead. Soft whines left your mouth at how heavenly it felt. How gentle he was with you.
"Honey... can you take your clothes off for me? I wanna see you.. please?" He cooed looking at you his eyes a soft blue. Your breath hitched at how gentle he spoke to you. Just like on the audio. Was like he made it all for you.
You stripped off your shirt , bra and shorts your pussy still aching from the previous orgasm. He stared stunned before taking his own clothes off. His torso and biceps full of muscles. He left his boxers on his hard dick begging to get out.
"Look how pretty you are baby... oh so beautiful honey.." He pressed a kiss to your lips and followed a trail until he reaches your breasts. "May I ?" He asked so politely. Your heart thuds as you nod.
"Thank you baby.." He latches his mouth onto a nipple grazing his teeth around the bud making you shriek and gasp , his other hand squeezing your other breast. Again he looks up before peppering kisses all the way down your stomach. All the way up your thighs.
"The prettiest girl I have ever known.. lay back and keep your eyes on me okay?" He cooed before slowly looking at your pussy up close.
"Oh she's so messy for me huh?" He drags his tongue along your folds tasting you and a whimper actually leaves his mouth.
"Oh I'm in heaven baby.. you're perfect..." A soft whine leaving your mouth , his mouth sucking on your clit.
"Oh fuck Clark" You shrieked grabbing on his hair to push him further into your aching core.
"G..gosh! Yes! Keep making pretty sounds .. doing so beautiful baby" He pushes two fingers into your soppy wet pussy fucking them in and out of your gummy walls. At the same time he's rutting his hips into the mattress trying to get friction on his aching dick.
He throws your legs over his shoulder sucking harder on your clit and moving his fingers faster making you even louder. He was loving it. Your eyes meet his and he's mumbling utter nonsense losing his mind over your pussy.
"She's.. tastes s'good!" He removes his fingers shoving his tongue to replace them and his nose rubbing at your clit. The sensation made your head fuzzy and he's muffling hisself as much as he can. His glasses are getting nudged in the process. He tosses them aside.
"Clark ! You're gonna suffocate down there!" You squeal only pulling on his hair more rutting again this mouth.
"Mfffmmf not complaining..not possible" He mumbles moving his tongue faster and reaching a hand to rub your clit with his thumb. Your orgasm came way quicker than you expected. Although you did already cum once.
He laps it all up before lifting his face gasping for air looking at you. "You did so good baby.. are you okay? Wanna keep going ?" He coos climbing over you.
"Please Clark.. need you inside me" You begged your best friend. He didn't need convincing, his boxers were already off. His hard kryptonian swollen dick aching , the tip oozing with cum.
He teases your aching sensitive hole with the tip making you whine. "Want you to keep your eyes on me baby okay? Don't wanna hurt my favourite girl!"
You nod and he slowly pushes the tip in. He's way. WAY bigger than anyone you've ever fucked.
"Shhh shh I got you.. look at me?" You whine looking at his soft blue eyes and he groans pushing in further until he's buried to the hilt and presses a kiss to your lips. A soft whimper leaving his mouth.
"Good girl.. look at you.. you've taken all of me. Look! Can feel you deep!" He groans pushing down on the bulge on your stomach making you arch your back as he ruts his hips starting a slow pace.
"Oh fuck Clark!" You squeal grabbing his face into a deep sloppy kiss gasping into his mouth as his tongue lashes with yours desperately. His hips losing control as he pushes his dick deeper into your pussy.
"Doing so good baby just keep your eyes on me okay?"
Your jaw dropped open as he pushed your thighs further to your chest. The new angle making you dizzy.
For a moment your eyes roll back and you close them and he makes a clicking noise with his tongue. "Ah ah!! No no baby keep your eyes on me"
You whine opening them as he Bullies his dick into your sopping wet walls.
"Good girl. Good girl for me.. you're listening so well" He whimpers slightly picking up the pace his tip slamming against your spot every time.
"Oh you're incredible.. thank you! Gosh! You're so beautiful!"
You moan the pleasure building as his balls slap against your pussy and wrap your legs around him desperately, He was so deep it was making it hard to think while your nails dragged down his back making him whine more.
"I've got you! You can fall apart on my dick honey.. it's okay.. I'm here shh" He groans pressing his lips to yours again. He needed you in every way he possibly could get you. His thrusts became more frantic and your pussy was dripping and leaking out past his dick.
"Shit... Clark please I'm gonna cum!" Your legs were shaking and your pussy throbbing threatening to fall apart.
"That's okay! Cum for me honey ! Make a big mess and show me how much you like listening to me!" You screech collapsing completely. Your pussy clamping around him soaking him with your warm juices. He whimpered looking at you. Not leaving your eyes once.
He kept fucking you through your orgasm chasing his own. He reaches his high filling you with his warm cum. His warm dick pulsing painfully rutting strings and strings of his load into your womb.
He falls on top of you carefully so he doesn't crush you and another soft click of his tongue.
"You okay? Did I hurt you?" He was softening inside you making you leak his and your cum all over his bed. "I'm okay Clark really.. are you ?" You say trying to catch your breath and he strokes your hair pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
A gentle laugh leaves his throat as he pulls out carefully grabbing something to clean you up with. “Are you kidding me! I couldn’t be better!” He carefully cleans you up being so careful with how sensitive you are.
He grabs a hoodie and pulls it over you along with some of your shorts from the clean laundry pile. He’s back to wearing some joggers. “Did you say Jimmy told you about this app” you snort as he pulls you onto his chest.
“Uhh.. dared me to do it for a hundred bucks” He admits finally catching his breath. You look at him and snort.
“Oh great! So you made $100 and got laid! Jesus Clark you’re on a roll” you tease him and he gasps looking at you.
“Don’t say that! I sound like a hooker! What does this mean for us anyway…. Like.. we’re best friends” He sighs.
“Clark. Come on. Don’t be fucking stupid. I like you. I know you like me. We can hardly stay just friends” you roll your eyes at him and he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “I guess I kind of owe Jimmy.. this indirectly shoved us to this point!” You shake your head at him snuggling into his chest.
A few days later at work Clark goes over to Jimmy clearing his throat showing him his phone and the views he has stacked up.
“I believe you owe me a hundred bucks” He grins proud of himself.
Jimmy groans handing him over the money , Lois is laughing.
“So what did your girlfriend think of it?” Jimmy jokes about you and Clark turns around with the biggest shit eating grin ever.
“Oh she loved it! Turns out I do have the voice of it”
Jimmy jaw was on the floor. Lois had stopped typing looking at him like he had grown two heads.
“GIRLFRIEND?? About time Kent!” Lois shakes her head in disbelief and Jimmy is stunned but still speaks up.
“You’re welcome ! That was totally my plan”
And despite the fact he said he wouldn’t be making another audio on that app. You wanted to help out. But don’t worry! You made sure his moans were real this time.
Hi :)) oh my god I don’t know if this has been done??? But I was soooo excited to do it
boxer scott miller and pregnant wife??? imagine his protective nature amplifying by a billion when his beloved wife is so visibly pregnant with his baby???
OH. MY GOD. I NEEDED THIS! Just a quick one :))
Mentions of pregnancy (obviously) the most whipped miller has been
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The day Scott miller found out you were pregnant. The man dropped to his knees in front of you with tears in his eyes. He kissed your belly over and over again. You were pregnant!! He was going to be a dad!!
That was it. He wouldn't shut up about it.
Sometimes you thought he was the pregnant one sometimes. He made sure to announce it at his next match.
"My beautiful wife and I have just found out we're having a baby! I'm so excited!"
And he would do hours of research. Be so excited to buy so many cute clothes with you.
He cried his eyes out with you when you found out it was going to be a girl. He was going to make sure she was so spoiled.
And you on the other hand? That man did not let you out of his sight. You wanted some disgusting combo? Baby he's gonna get it for you. Heck he'll even try it. (He either finds it disgusting and doesn't tell you or lowkey starts liking it too!)
And your belly? Oh he kisses it any chance he can. He'll talk your bump all the time.
"Daddy loves you so much already! Now I have two reasons to win my matches for"
The man would bring you a piece of food every week to compare the size of your baby growing.
"Awe! Our baby is the size of a grapefruit!"
If you cried over something silly or small he wouldn't make you feel bad about it. Never.
But on a serious note. Your belly is getting bigger by the day. He doesn't care who anybody is. They're not going anywhere near you. He once swatted a guys hand away from touching your belly.
"Baby stop swatting people's hand away!" You giggle at him and he shrugs. "I'm just looking out for my girl.
When the baby first kicked he cried. He was obsessed with feeling it and waiting for it to happen all over again. He doesn't take your mood swings to heart. He knows you can't help it with all the pain you're in. Heck he's just trying to understand you. He just drops to his knees kissing your belly.
"You're making your mummy all upset kid.." He knows it makes you laugh.
He’s kind of obsessed with watching how big your breasts get. He can’t help it they look so good. And personally he finds the whole thing beautiful.
When you were 30 weeks pregnant he begged you to stay home and watch the match. But you weren't budging.
“I want to watch my husband! Please baby I’m literally fine!” He wasn’t going to argue with you. He made sure that night you had enough security to cover you. After the match he kissed you in front of everyone and kneeled down to kiss your belly. He made sure he personally escorted you out of the building. He can and will beat the shit out anyone if they go near you.
He knows he can be a lot. He knows he’s so paranoid about you. If you move a certain way or if you even remotely feel off he wants to take you to hospital.
He’s just really excited to have a baby girl with you.
Summary : it’s hardly his fault is it? You left your curtains open slightly.
Content : stalking , extreme voyeurism/ use of recording without reader knowing , jerking off , swearing , fingering (self pleasure), Scotts a manipulative freak, age gap of five years (Scott is 30 Reader is 25), mentions of vomiting.
This is a lot darker than I normally write! So please let know if I’ve missed any warnings !!!
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Moving to Oklahoma at 25 was one of the biggest things you've ever done. Moving away from the strain your parents always gave you. It brought you closer to your new job as a meteorologist. Your new coworkers had been oh so nice.
Javi was your first friend there. Happy to guide you. Kate was a little dubious at first. But it was Scott who you felt more comfortable around. You didn't know why. He was your superior. But he just gave off a really calming energy. Except for when he was shouting at everyone of course.
That was until you started getting the notes a few weeks later. They started out friendly at first. "You look pretty today"
You just thought you had a secret admirer at first. No harm right? Then came the flowers with the love notes . And the notes got more personal.
"You smell so good." Or. "I like that shirt better than the pink one." it was still harmless. But it freaked you out. You couldn't focus on anything.
People picked up on it at work. Scott pulls you aside.
"Kid... hey are you okay? You're really distracted and you gotta stay focused in this job it's serious !" You fidgeted with your hands and pulled the notes out of your pocket. He looked concerned.
"What the fuck is all this... you got an admirer kid?" He acts completely unaware. Like he's the most concerned man on this planet.
"Scott. It's not funny. It's weird. I'm kinda scared!" You sigh painfully, your heart racing looking at the notes.
He leans down putting his hands on his knees making your heart thud harder, his cologne was strong.. musky and his spearmint gum was overpowering."Oh... kid ... you're okay.. nobody is going to get you..you can always message me if you're scared okay?" He ruffled your hair and you sigh in relief looking at him.
"Thanks Scott... it means a lot!" You managed to squeak out and he tilts his head.
"I'll let the team know. I won't tell them everything I'll tell them to keep an eye on you. Don't ever thank me for being a good person." Oh how fucking sick he was.
He knew it was wrong to send you the notes. And the flowers. He's just making you feel welcome. Loved. You were so stressed all day.
When it was finally time to go Scott pats you gently on your shoulder.
"Remember what I said kid. Message me. You're too fuckin sweet to be scared!" You smiled at him feeling slightly better. But despite it you were looking in every direction driving home. You felt like everyone was out to get you.
As soon as you got to your sweet little bungalow home it was dark outside. Quickly you got out of the car locking it and ran inside. Then locked the door and pulled the chain across letting out a huge sigh of relief kicking your shoes off. You know you probably should've gone to the police. But you were scared. And the chances of them not doing anything were high. You weren't being physically harmed.
You went to your bedroom flicking the light on and throwing yourself onto the bed with a huge groan. Your head was spinning like crazy overthinking the worst scenarios possible.
At times like this you just wanted to do anything but think about it. So you pulled your pants down slowly and glide your hand underneath your Lacy underwear. A small sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you slowly rub your clit. The entire sensation sent a shiver down your spine. Your fingers dance slowly to your pussy slowly gliding them in making you gasp at the stretch. It felt so fucking good.
But unbeknownst to you while you were fucking yourself. Your curtains were slightly open. And there. In a dark outfit was Scott. He slowly groaned lifting his phone out of his pocket and started recording you touching yourself. A sickening grin as he watched your fingers fuck your sweet little pussy soaking those pretty panties. He was sickeningly hard.
You kicked the underwear off spreading your legs further rutting your hips against your fingers arching them. Sweet little whines slipping from your mouth , your pussy oozing desperately. It was wrong really. To be getting off when everything was going on. But you needed a relief.
Scott reached into his pocket grabbing at his achingly hard dick through his pants and slowly started pumping his hand. He bit his lip hard to keep him quiet while he kept recording you. He was throbbing hard and his tip leaking desperately.
How pretty you looked. Putting on a show for him right? You Moaned moving your fingers faster gasping arching your back and reaching a hand to unbutton your shirt to grab your breast playing with your hardening nipple at the same time. You shriek eyes closed and head thrown back. Fingers sliding out to coax your aching clit rubbing in quicker circles. Oh you were a sight. Quite literally.
Scott moves his hand faster , squeezing his dick at the same time trying to match your pace, he had never been so hard in his entire life. He keeps the camera steady listening to your sweet little whines. All splayed out for him. And then you got close. Painfully close. The orgasm came crashing down and you moan again arching your head back desperately trying to catch your breath.
Scott's balls tightened, he squeezed his dick harder fucking into his hand through the cloth before he knew it. His boxers were soaked with his warm cum, He finishes the recording and disappears.
Just as you caught your breath and started to pull on some clothes. Your phone pings. An unknown number.
"Smile for the camera sweetie!" You felt sick. Then you realised the curtains were open slightly. How could you be so stupid. Quickly you went over to the window to see if anyone was there. They weren't. The thudding of your heart filled the room. The message glowed hauntingly and you hesitate before replying to it.
- Who is this??? This is not funny!!
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-Sorry! Wrong number!
It wasn't. Scott knew exactly what he was doing. You didn't. Your heart was in your throat as you deleted the chat trying to calm down. Maybe what you needed was some sleep. Maybe you were just. Tired.
When Scott got home that night he pulled up the video again laying in bed and taking himself out of his boxers pulling up the video. He was hard all over again. He felt gross. He felt free. Desperate. Stroking his dick and watching you touch yourself. He needed it like he needed air. His tip was throbbing and oozing with cum as he fucks into his hand harder. Muttering "you're so pretty... need to keep you" His head thuds as he groans listening to your whines. The feeling of his balls tightened spluttering cum all over his chest .. hand. The phone in his hand he brings to his lips.
Oh he's sick. He knows it. He needs you though.
With a cloth he wipes his non dominant cum covered hand and begins writing another note.
The next day you had gotten ready for work throwing on the pants and storm par shirt. Head still spinning. After a quick coffee you made it outside to your car , on the windscreen. Was a note.
A wave of nausea hits you. The coffee you had coming back up your throat and causing you to spew up onto the grass by your car leaving a vile taste in your mouth. What. The fuck.
And now you were going to be late. Great! Let's piss Scott off while we're at it. You frantically got into the car driving all the way to work and fling yourself out running inside out of breath. Everyone looking up from the storm data to look at how pale you were, how your eyes watered.
"Jesus rookie! What happened to you?" Javis jaw dropped. Kate eyes widen and you can hear someone clear their throat. When you turned around Scott is stood arms crossed.
"Cutting it fine aren't we kid?" He raises an eyebrow at you and your heart thudded all over again.
"I'm really sorry! It's been a hectic night and a hectic morning! It wont happen again!" You splutter out. He pinches the bridge of his nose with one hand and puts his hand up with the other.
"Just ... it's fine. See that it doesn't.. get some water. I'll have a word with you later... you look like you've just been sick" He places some gum in your hand and walks off leaving you.
"Are you okay? Scott said we have to keep an eye on you! Troubles at home?" Kate asks and you sigh popping the gum into your mouth.
"Something like that. Just probably someone trying to scare me" You answer politely and she nods returning to her work.
Later on you were taking a break from reading weather maps and looking out for potential cells. But nothing. You rest your head against the wall and feel a tap on your shoulder making you screech.
"JESUS! Kid it's just me!" Scott puts his hand up in defence and you sigh calming down and he leans against the wall next to you.
"Talk to me. What happened?" He crosses his arms waiting. Listening for you to start talking.
"I got another note okay..." you passed him the note from before. His jaw clenches and looks at you.
"Look.. maybe someone's playing a sick Joke on you .. what exactly were you doing last night?"
You shook your head. No way were you about to tell your superior that you were getting off. He snaps his gum and tilts his head.
"How am I supposed to help you if I don't know what's going on?" He asked. That was true.
"Okay! Fine ! I was having ... some me time. And I don't know I got a little into it and I didn't know that my curtains were open a little!" You groan and he listens knowingly and lets out a little chuckle.
"You fucked yourself with your curtains open? Kid.. what the fuck!" You groan putting your hands over your face and he grins sickeningly pulling them away from your face.
"I didn't realise okay! I had enough on my mind to notice ! " He places a hand on your shoulder leaning down again.
"First of all still very silly. I think maybe you just have a creepy neighbour or someone is messing with you . I told you. Nobody is going to hurt you. I'm serious from now on call me okay?"
You sigh nodding at him. He was probably right. You shouldn't have let the curtains open. But he knew the more he fed you sweet little lies. The more you would come back to him when you were scared.
"Thank you Scott.. I'm sorry I was almost late.." There's a soft glint in his eyes as he rubs your back and leads you back inside.
"S'fine kid don't stress it. And for the love of god. Close your curtains next time!"
Woah uhm. Hi HES NASTY🤗🤗🤗 Definitely a little different to what I post !! Kinda scared ! But HI! I hope you enjoy , should have more stuff out real soon on him
It was Friday. Fridays meant date night. Staying at home watching movies , going out for dinner , literally anything you wanted. He INSISTS. You choose. And you are absolutely not spending a penny.
You pulled on a sweet black dress that has spaghetti straps either side , the pleated skirt flowing perfectly as you sway your hips. Scott walks in looking at you. He's wearing jeans and a smart shirt where his muscles are bulging out. The top buttons undone. A jacket in his hand that he knows damn well you're gonna wind up needing. His cologne strong and his gum chewing not halting.
"Oh fuck me... look at my beautiful wife! Holy shit!" He walks over cupping your face and pressing a few kisses to your lips. Each one deeper than the last the taste of his spearmint gum lingering. You giggle playfully pushing him away and shaking your head at him. "You look good baby!" You beamed and watched his grin grow.
"If you keep hyping me up baby we're not going anywhere. You know I love you boosting my ego!" He pushes a curl behind your ear and smiles softly.
"Your ego doesn't need any more of a boost." You playfully roll your eyes at him and grab the house keys ready to lock the door as you step out.
"You're so mean today.. " He playfully pats your ass and watches you lock the door.
You made your way to the bar and he keeps an arm around your waist with such pride. He loved showing off how pretty his wife was. He ordered himself a beer and you your favourite drink, he didn't even look at the price.
"Whatever my sweetheart wants yeah?"
It had been a few drinks later and Scott leans down his lips near your ear.
"You wanna sit in the outside booths baby? Get some fresh air" He rubs your back gently tilting his head waiting for you to reply.
"Mhm! I'd like that!" You beam and he kisses your cheek gently leading you outside his hand on your back. The cold air ans the combination of the alcohol hits you fast. You find a little booth sitting down on the chair and look at him.
"Shit baby...I just gotta go to the men's room.. are you gonna be okay for two minutes?" He groans. He hates leaving you on your own in public. He leans down to kiss your cheek and he sighs.
"Yeah I'm fine baby!" You reassure him and he slings his jacket over you shoulder pressing a kiss to your cheek and walking away to the toilets.
All seems to be well.
Until a group of men approach you with an evil grin , one of them with blonde hair places a hand on your shoulder. Making you shudder and scoot away.
"Who are you here with pretty girl?" His voice was sickening.
"My husband!" You answered quickly.
"Sure you are sweetheart you're fucking hot.." Scott clears his throat and you instantly sigh in relief seeing him and go to stand by him. He instantly wraps an arm around you and leans his head down pulling out his credit card.
"Could you be an absolute dear and go buy me a beer baby? Buy yourself whatever you want! Heck by the whole bar a round if you want." He coos kissing the top of your head.
"Okay baby!" You beam at him walking off. He immediately turns his attention to the guy from before.
"Can I help you guys ?" He says trying to be polite and the guy grins. "Dude we were just saying your girl is hot." Scott lets out a dangerous chuckle lifting his hand to point at his wedding ring.
"She's my wife. I think she told you that. Have a bit of respect" The guy lets out a laugh shaking his head.
"What the fuck are you gonna do buddy?" He pushes , his friends suddenly realise who they're dealing with. Giving their friend a warning glare.
"Do you have any idea who I fucking am?" Scott takes a step forward.
The guy shakes his head with a smug grin on his face. Before Scott can help himself. His fist plummets into the guys nose with a sickening crunch. His head throwing back ; Scott yanks the guys hand shaking it firmly. Hard enough to break it if he wanted to.
"Scott miller. Boxing champion" The poor guy looked like he wanted to cry as blood gushes out of his nose . Scott grins again grabbing a napkin and squeezing the guys nose with it making him squeal.
"Now. What's gonna happen is you're not gonna press charges. My wife is gonna come back and you're gonna say sorry…you don’t fucking touch her. Got that?" Scott coos tauntingly. The guys friends had already left in fear.
"Answer me. Do you understand?"Scott spits. The guy nods and he hears the doors open. You come out with a beer and a pretty purple cocktail when you see a guy with a bloody nose stood by Scott. The same one who hit on you.
"Hi baby!! I made a friend" Scott slings his arm over the guy ruffling his hair with the other hand. "Oh... uhm. Hi again" You smile weakly.
"He's got something to say .. don't you buddy!" The guy looks up at you his voice shaky and nose bleeding through the napkin.
"I'm real sorry Miss !" He stutters and Scott pats him on the back as patronising as he possibly could.
"Uhm... it's okay!" You politely smile and he bolted straight out the exit. You immediately raise an eyebrow at Scott. He sits down with a grin.
"Baby what have I told you about making people cry!" You pass him his beer and he pats the space next to him on the bench.
You sigh joining him and he avoids the question completely.
"Have I told you how pretty you are?" He grins smoothly sipping his beer and you roll your eyes swatting his arm.
"Yes baby.. many times..." You sip your own drink and he looks over.
"Did he hurt you?" He wraps an arm around you still really concerned.
"No he was just gross and made me a little uncomfortable! Like hello!! I'm married!." You sigh tapping your nails on the table heart still racing.
"Then he deserved it! I know violence isn't the answer. Blah blah you can scold me later! Just let me enjoy my Friday with my wife!" He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
"Smooth talker!" You shake your head pecking his lips again that familiar warmth returning. He points your cocktail and tilts his head.
"Can I try? I'm curious!" You nod sliding the drink over and he takes a sip looking at you his eyes twinkling. You quickly snap a picture of your oh so scary big muscled husband with the cute cocktail glass.
"You're onto something baby.." He coos sipping his own drink. A few drinks later and you're both tired. He helps you up as always and he slings your handbag over his shoulder before holding his hand out with a grabbing motion. You grab it. His large hand engulfing yours with the biggest grin on his face and leads you away from the bar.
"Now what do you say we go home and watch some terrible shit on the tv... I'm pretty sure we have a bottle of wine?" He swings your arm slightly.
"You know for someone who just made a grown man cry you're a softie aren't you?" You tease him with a gentle laugh and he lets out a dramatic huff.
"God forbid a man's hobby is loving his wife!"
Oh how he treasured you.
I’m in a really bad Scott miller boxer era okay ?? He’s the scariest man on this earth until it comes to his wife
I saw that you write for Scott!! And I was wondering if you could maybe write something angsty/fluffy for him?
I was thinking of sweetheart reader going to visit him while he’s working (she took a bus and it took hours and hours), but she just missed her boyfriend 🥺 She arrives there and some people on Tyler’s team say some shit to her and she gets all upset and goes and tells him what happened :c
I’m in the mood to see some protective Scott hehdheb
Okay… so. 1.3k I yapped IM SORRY. But as promised <33 mi loverboy scott
Contents : slight angst? Swearing , Scott utterly in love
Visiting your boyfriend at work was your favourite thing to do. The way he always lit up when he saw you. Unfortunately it took a long time to get to his workplace,it was already an hour away by car but Scott did the driving in the relationship so you had to get a bus. The trip could be daunting, especially on your own.
But regardless you made it. Almost an hour and a half later and never ending stops. You were wearing some jeans and a cute tube top and a jacket of Scott's, your nails freshly done. As you get off the bus walking down a rocky path there's a huge field. Tents set up , tables set up with weather equipment galore. Vans everywhere.
A small sigh of relief until you bump into Boone. One of Tyler Owen's teammates from the wranglers.
"Watch where you're going are you fucking kidding me?" He almost drops his camera and glares at you. Your heart thuds.
"I am .. so sorry I- " You start putting your hands up defensively.
"Oh. You're millers girl. The one that looks like a lost puppy, surprised he's kept you around." He grins, lily side eyes trying not to laugh as she's sorting out the drone and Tyler turns around raising an eyebrow.
"Boone. Be nice. Don't start!" He warns. Tyler knew you. He also knew how much shit it would cause if anyone disrespects Millers girl.
"I'm just saying. She's not in the right place, don't wanna snap your nails honey do ya!" He pouts tauntingly. Your heart was hurting more and your cheeks flushed red with pure embarrassment.
By now half of Tyler's team were giggling. Javi spots you and his face lights up. He's hitting Scott's shoulder to get his attention and then when Scott turns around javi points at you. Scott's entire mood changes.
You smile hesitantly walking over and he opens his arms wide open for you. Normally you'd dive into his arms and he would make an "OOF" this time you just sigh wrapping your arms around his torso as much as you can. He raises an eyebrow wrapping his arms around you and presses a kiss to your hair.
"What are you doing here ? Did you get a bus just for me ? You hate them honey?" He grins softly and you look up. He presses a light kiss to your lips making a small smile grow on your face.
"Mhm!! Came to see you" You beam but the comment from Boone was still bothering you deeply and he could tell. Oh he could fucking tell. He brushes some hair behind your ear.
"Where's my happy girls energy hm? What's up?" He wasn't letting this go. The shine in your eyes wasn't as strong as it usually was.
"It's nothing ! Hii! It's nice to see you!" He puts a finger on your lips.
"It's not nothing when it's my girl.. tell me."
Javi side eyes. He's heard this tone before.
"Okay! It's really not a big deal! But Boone was being a dick saying he's surprised you keep me around and I shouldn't be here because I'll break my nails. It's fine!" Your voice squeaks out , he tries not to laugh at you calling Boone a dick. Because you hardly insult anyone. But a small jaw clench and a subtle clear of the throat.
"Baby why don't you show javi your pretty nails! I'm gonna go talk to Boone okay?" He speaks so softly. He knows javi will look after you.
"But!" You tried to stop him and he takes his cap off putting it on you "Javi just REALLY wants to see your nails okay?" He's already walking off and you sigh shaking your head and hold out your hands to show Javi your nails.
"They're so pretty! It's nice to see you again, we like having you around to brighten up the mood !" Javi beams . Meanwhile Scott is towering over Boone.
"Did I hear that you're disrespecting my girl ?" He scoffs.
Boone raises an eyebrow letting out a scoff of disbelief "she almost broke my camera man!" Scott glares at him.
"Okay first of all. It was clearly an accident she's just had a long journey , second of all I'm sure you could afford another. There's no need to make my girl feel like shit over something small when she came to visit me. Do you understand... i "keep her around" as you so eloquently put it. Because she's my damn girlfriend. Go apologise."
"Are you fucking kidding m-" Boone starts but Tyler cuts him off. "Boone. Just fucking apologise.. you did blow up on her."
Scott actually gives Tyler a look of thanks. A one off.
"Whatever! Fine!" Boone scoffs following Scott back to where you were laughing about something with Javi.
"Baby? Boone has something to say to you!"
You turn around and Boone looks annoyed that he has to apologise at all but he knows it's not worth the battle.
"I'm real sorry.. I shouldn't have disrespected you" You offer him a sweet smile. You never held a grudge.
"That's okay! I hope your camera is okay!" You Beamed at him and it made Boone feel worse and Scott grin more at how fucking sweet you are.
"It's fine." Boone simply says walking off back to his team muttering under his breath and Tyler patting him on the back. Scott turns back to you.
"Better? You okay?" He spins the hat around so you're wearing it backwards and leans down slightly.
"Yeah.. thanks you didn't have to do that... oh! And Javi likes my nails!"
His heart melted. It was disgustingly sweet. He was a miserable asshole. But you. Oh how you turned him into someone who wanted to be better.
"I told you he would ! Now is my girl gonna give me a second attempt at that hug?" He opens his arms again letting you fling yourself into his arms letting out that familiar "oof" sound. He leans down pressing a deep kiss to your lips making your toes curl.
"That's better. You don't travel that long without getting a big ol kiss from me!"
"You two are sickeningly cute" Javi groans rolling his eyes playfully.
"Shut up Javi!" You blurt out with a laugh making Scott snort and Javi throw his hands up in defence
"Okay! Yes ma'am!"
"Okay! Who gave you attitude" Scott raises an eyebrow at you.
"I think you're a bad influence on me. Maybe it's the hat?" You tilt your head at him and he nods.
"Yeah but you look good so.. you keep bein mean baby"
It was a few hours later. You were now laying on his chest in the motel room and thinking way too loudly. He can tell you’re not 100%
“What’s on your mind… talk to me..” He Brushes your hair.
“I … I’m just. Thinking about the stuff Boone said … like I’m a lost puppy and … how he’s surprised you’re still with me!”
He looks angry. Really angry. Not at you. For that asshole daring you make you question yourself.
“Baby… don’t listen to him. He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t know us. You are perfect. Well within your right to come and see me. I don’t give a fuck if you did follow me around like a puppy. I’d let you! And if anything I’m surprised you’re still with me. I’m literally the grumpiest piece of shit. I love you okay?”
You sighed. Heart melting at his words all worry going away. “You’re not that grumpy!” You try to crack a joke.
“That’s what you took from that?” He grins tickling at your side making you giggle and swat at his hands. He pulls you down for another kiss. Deeper. The taste of his spearmint gum lingering. Eventually you pull away.
“Semantics !!!” You smile at him.
And the way he looked at you? You were it for him.
description: clark's been growing his hair out lately, and you've definitely noticed. how could you not?
warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (please wear a condom for the love of god), kitchen sex, floor sex, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, light spanking, loads of pet names from clark, one sir from reader, orgasm denial (only for a second), brat/brat tamer dynamics, clark switches between being mean and nice because this is my self indulgent fantasy, cumming inside, slight aftercare, praise, pre-established relationship, swearing, i'm probably forgetting smth i have not slept in almost 24 hours, clark should be his own warning
word count: 3.8k
a/n: this insanity was obviously created due to the set photos lol; divider is from @stanmarvelous and the pics are from twitter/pinterest. any errors are purely mine because i wrote half of this past midnight and have not slept since
You were among one of the first people to discover that Clark Kent and the infamous Superman were one in the same.
You didn't mind the cancelled dates, or the nights where he stumbled into the apartment after a fight with a particularly determined foe. Not many words were passed between the two of you as you laid him down on the couch, putting ice packs on his bruised sides.
"What did I do to deserve someone like you?" Clark would ask afterwards, arm wrapped around you as if you could fly away at any moment.
"Don't know, but pretty soon I'm gonna start charging you for my services. Medical care isn't cheap, you know?" You'd tease, a giggle passing through your lips when Clark would roll his eyes at you.
Outside of the whole superhero thing, you and Clark lived a relatively normal life. You'd wake up together, shower together, eat breakfast together, then head off separately to your jobs.
You and Clark were currently laying on your couch on one of your sparse joint off days. His head was laying on your chest while the two of you watched reruns of The Good Place. Clark had his arms wrapped around your middle, his full attention on the TV.
"Do you think we would make it into the Good Place?" He asks suddenly, lifting his head up to look at you head on. You smile softly at the curl that falls down his forehead, pushing it back behind his ear.
"I think we can certainly try. But that's kind of the whole point, you know? Even when you try and do something good, you end up fucking up somehow." You say with a shrug. "It's a big philosophical question that we are certainly not qualified enough to answer."
"I think all that matters in the end is that you tried in life. It's the content of your heart and character that really matters." Clark mumbles, going back to the TV like it was no big deal. It was one of the things you loved the most about him; he wanted to believe that if you did your best, everything would work out in the end. Even after all this time, he was still that optimistic guy you met 2 years ago.
"Yeah, something like that." You mutter, your fingers continuing their path through his hair. The two of you just sit there, enjoying each other's company. As your hands are coasting through his hair, you realize something. "Are you growing your hair out?"
"Huh?" Clark asks as he lifts his head up once more. "Oh, well, not intentionally. I just haven't gotten it cut in a while. Do you not like it or something?"
"No no, I do like it." You respond quickly, tugging on a strand thoughtfully. "It's cute. I like your hair longer."
"Oh." Clark says, his cheeks tinted slightly pink. "Well okay then."
The two of you went back to just enjoying each other's company, and you didn't think much of the conversation.
But Clark could not stop thinking about it. Ever since that day, he's started putting a bit more effort into how his hair looks. Not that he wasn't before, but longer hair means that you need to spend more time caring for it properly.
He wanted to look good for you, that's all.
And he kept his promise—he didn't go out to get his hair cut. And that was when you finally started to notice.
"Wow, Clark, your hair is really starting to get long." You say with a giggle as you bump his hip. The two of you were standing together in the kitchen; you chopping up vegetables and Clark rinsing the rice.
"Oh yeah, guess I haven't noticed." Clark says timidly as he drains the water from the rice. It's clear that he's lying through his teeth, but you choose to be nice and not comment on it.
"That's fair, you've been pretty busy saving the world and whatnot." You tease as you toss the vegetables in their own bowl.
Clark scoffs and rolls his eyes at that, shaking his head. "I think saying that is a bit of a misrepresentation of what it is I do."
"I think the citizens of Metropolis thank you very much for stopping whatever scheme Livewire has set up for the week." You say, setting everything aside and hopping up to sit on the counter.
"Well, it's not like I can just let her roam around and do whatever she wants." Clark states, setting the bowl of rice aside to stand between your legs. Your arms move up and around his neck on autopilot, pulling him in closer to you.
"My handsome, long haired savior." You say, your mouth split open by your grin. Clark always got a little big-headed when you complimented him like this, so you made sure to do it. Very often.
"Oh yeah? You really like the longer hair this much?" He asks as he rests his hands on your thighs.
You hum softly, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Of course I do. Plus, it gives me something to hold onto."
Clark groans out your name at that, burying his face in your neck. "You can't just say stuff like that out of nowhere, sweetheart."
"What, it's true." A giggle slips past your lips, your legs wrapping around Clark's waist. "Having something to grip onto can come in handy."
"We're supposed to be making dinner, and here you are trying to get me all riled up." Clark complains as he lifts up his head to look at you, but his heart isn't in it. "Are you doing this on purpose?"
"What? Of course not, I would never do that to you on purpose." You say with a fake gasp, hand to your chest to play up the dramatics even more. "I am a lady, Mr. Kent. I would never rile you up for the purpose of having sex."
The look Clark gives you makes it clear that he doesn't believe a word coming out of your mouth, but when you bat your pretty little lashes at him, there's nothing he can do to resist. "You're a tease, did you know that?" He mutters as he trails kisses down your jaw and neck.
"Am not." You say with a scoff as you tilt your head back slightly. "I just know what I want, and when I want it."
"You mean you're bossy." Clark corrects as he moves his lips down to and across your collarbones, sucking a hickey right there. "But that's okay, I can handle a bit of bossiness."
"Clark." You whine, already tugging at the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. Patience had never really been your strong suit, especially when it came to Clark and his mouth.
"'S okay, sweetheart. I got you." You can feel his breath through the fabric of your shirt, watching intently as he works his way down your body. He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, causing you to gasp and grip onto the counter tighter. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall."
Any other time, you'd knock him a down a peg or two for the smugness that was coloring his tone, but you couldn't bring yourself to care when you were watching his fingers quickly undo the button on your jeans.
You'll get him back for this later. Much later.
You lift your hips up slightly to assist Clark in getting your jeans off, watching the way his eyes dilate as your underwear come into view. "Fuck." You loved when he got like this; when he became so focused on you and your pleasure and his usual farm-boy manners slip away.
"Like what you see?" There's still enough fight in you for that comment, but it quickly fades away when Clark kisses you over underwear. You whine his name, trying to lift your hips to urge him to do more.
"Uh uh, stay put." His hands wrap around your waist, keeping you pressed down firmly onto the counter.
"Yes, sir." The words are out before you can stop yourself, and you barely have time to register what you said before Clark has torn your underwear in half. "Clark—"
"Shut up." He says firmly before beginning to mouth at your clit. Your breath catches in your throat as you look down at him, watching as he licks stripes up and down your slit.
"Clark, please." You moan as you thread your fingers through his hair, trying to push his head down deeper.
Clark pulls away with a chuckle, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. "Please, what? If you're gonna act like a brat, then I'll treat you like one."
There was this look in his eye, the one he only got every once in a blue moon. The look that meant that you wouldn't be able to walk straight tomorrow. As soon as you feel his lips on you once more, you try to savor the feeling. The warmth of his tongue as he circles your entrance, teasing you for a moment before dipping in. Your back arches as your eyes roll into the back of your head, the grip you have on Clark's hair and the edge of the counter becoming almost forceful.
For any other guy, it would be too much and he would've pulled away. Thank god for Clark and his Kryptonian genes.
The way that Clark was flicking and sucking and biting was all too much. "Clark, please." The plea comes out almost breathless, all your strength going to keep yourself upright on the counter.
"What is it, hm? Use your words for me, baby." Clark mutters as he nips gently at your clit. "I can't give you what you need unless you tell me, remember?"
"Fuck, just don't stop." You were sure that if he stopped now, you would explode and that wouldn't be any good for either of you. "Please don't stop, Clark. Please keep going, please."
Clark smirked at that, reinforcing his hold on your thighs. "Well, if you insist." That's all the warning you get before he puts almost twice the effort he had before into sucking on your clit, his tongue working it's way in and out of you. Your eyes are practically screwed shut, small pants and moans of Clark's name falling from your lips at the intense pleasure.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum." You whine as your legs begin to shake. The coil in your stomach is close to snapping, causing you to grind your hips up against his mouth. Your hand that's in his hair tightens for a second as you finally let go, a moan ripping through you as your release takes over you.
The smell of sweat, your perfume, and Clark's cologne are mixing together in the air around the two of you, your focus going in and out. But Clark? He's focused on helping you ride through this orgasm, his movements slowing down but never stopping completely. "Oh my god, Clark!"
As you came down from your orgasm your hold on the counter slipped a bit, but luckily Clark could hold you up all by himself. You expected him to stop now that you've cum, but his head was still buried between your legs and he was eating you out like a man starved. "Fuck baby, you taste so good. 'S this all for me?"
"C-Clark, I can't—" You gasp, trying to pull away from his hold on you. The overstimulation was too much, but at the same time you wanted more. You wanted Clark to throw you over the edge, over and over and over again until you physically couldn't take anymore.
"Shh, it's okay. You can handle another, I know you can." Clark whispers, sucking and flicking your clit. "Give me another one, yeah?"
And when Clark asked you for something, especially all pretty like with his head between your legs and treating you like you were the only thing that mattered, who were you to tell him no? You're not really sure where Clark ends and you begin at this point, but you don't really care. All that matters right now is the pleasure coursing through your veins.
The second orgasm is somehow more powerful than the first, but this time you could hear the soft grunts Clark was letting out into your pussy. If you didn't already know that he was impossibly hard, you might just think that he would spend the rest of the night down there to give you as many orgasms as you wanted.
Clark makes sure that you're fully sat on the counter before standing up himself, looking at you like he could just ravish you. "You don't know what you do to me." He groans out before smashing his lips against yours.
You use the little bit of strength you have left to pull him closer, one hand finding it's way to his hair and the other grabbing his ass. The two of you stay like for a while, your lips melded together as the two of you try to become Clark. You whine when the two of you pull apart, trying to pull him closer. "I need you. Please?"
"Anything you want." He mutters as he sucks on your collarbone, pulling you off the counter and flipping you around so that he could bend you over. "Just need to make sure that you're ready for me, yeah? Can you be a little more patient for me, sweetheart?"
Your arms are resting on the counter, the cool temperature helping to ground you a bit so you don't grind against Clark like an eager slut. Not that he would complain.
Clark keeps a hand on your waist as he unbuckles his pants and takes himself out of his boxers. "So pretty. So good for me, too." He whispers as he presses kisses along your shoulder. The whine that slips out is involuntary, as well as the way your hips shift back to feel even a hint of him. "Patience, baby. Don't wanna hurt you."
"Just put it in." You beg, pushing back once more. There's a sharp slap against your ass, causing you to gasp and jolt forward.
"What did I just say?" He scolds, rubbing his tip against your slit. "Be patient. Only good girls get rewards, remember? Don't be a brat."
"'M sorry, just—please? I'll be good, I'll be so so good, just put it in." You beg, looking over at your shoulder at Clark. On the surface he looks like his usual calm and composed self, but you know better, because you know him. You can tell that he's on the verge of losing all his control, and now you're determined to be the reason he does.
"Clark, please?" You ask, putting that little lilt in your voice that you know always gets to him. It's almost as if you can see the final thread snapping, and you barely have time to react before Clark is lining up with your entrance and burying himself to the hilt.
"You just couldn't be patient for another second, could you?" He grunts as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, enjoying the way your breath hitches in your throat. "I thought you were good at following instructions, what happened to that?"
"No fun." Is all that you can get out, too preoccupied with the slow, deep strokes Clark is giving you. He's doing this on purpose; giving you what you want but holding back just enough so that you won't be cumming again anytime soon. But frankly, you're a bit wound up right now and that just won't cut it. "Clark—"
"No," He says firmly, pressing on your back to make you lay flat on the counter. "I already told you; if you want to act like a brat, then I'm going to fucking treat you like one. And brats don't get what they want."
The speed of his thrusts speed up, knocking the wind from your lungs. Clark's grip on your waist is tight, and you're honestly glad because there is no way your legs work anymore. The feeling of him slamming in and out of you, the way that he's trying to keep his weight off of you— it's all too much too fast, especially after having two back to back orgasms.
"Clark, slow down." You moan, fingers slipping on the counter. "Too much, it's too much."
"You can take it." Clark growls, his hand wrapping around your throat and pulling you up so your back meets his chest. This new angle tears a moan from inside you, your hand clawing at Clark's arm.
"Fuck!" You shout, your eyes screwing shut as you struggle to keep yourself in enough control to not let Clark win.
You're failing. Hard.
"Are you gonna cum again, pretty girl?" Clark whispers as he nibbles on your ear, trailing kisses down your neck and shoulder. "Gonna cum on my cock?"
You nod frantically, your body tilting forward slightly. Clark allows you to, making sure that you don't slam into the counter on your way down. He also picks up the pace, chuckling softly at the weak moan that escapes your lips.
"Need a little help there?" He asks mockingly, his hand sliding down your body and in between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit. "Come on baby, I know you can do it. Cum for me."
Spots of white cloud your vision as you cum this time, your moan fading in and out. You can vaguely make out Clark whispering small praises in your ear as you come down, but you're still too out of it to focus on what he could be saying. Your body is limp, and you no longer have any control over it. But that doesn't matter, because Clark carefully pulls out and lays you on the floor.
"Did so well for me, princess." Clark whispers sweetly as he presses kisses against your chest, gently massaging your sides. "Do you think you can give me one more?"
The more logical part of your brain is screaming at you to say no. To tell Clark to get off of you, because you may never walk again after this. But the greedier, more Clark hungry part of you wants you to say yes. Wants you to keep saying yes and to not let go of him, because there will never be so much thing as too much Clark Kent when it comes to you.
That louder part of you wins, that stubborn little bitch.
"Okay." You whisper, smiling weakly at the look of pure glee that comes across Clark's face.
"Thank you, baby." Clark mummers as he leans down and presses a chaste kiss against your lips. "Thank you." He repeats as he slides back in, groaning at the way you wrap around him.
One of his hands lifts your leg up to wrap around his waist while the other laces your fingers together. He rests his forehead on yours as he starts moving, the thrusts slow and fueled by love and passion. A soft sigh floats it's way in the air, and you can't tell if it came from you or from him.
"I love you." You hum, bringing his hand up to your lips to place a kiss on it. The grin that overtakes his face can only be described as goofy, and he doesn't even have to reply for you to know just how much he loves you back.
His love is in the way he's holding you like you could break at any moment. His love is in the way he kisses from your jaw to you neck to your chest, because he knows that it soothes you and keeps you grounded during intense moments like that.
"Doing so well for me." He says, almost like a prayer. "Always so good for me."
You giggle softly, pressing a kiss on one of the freckles that littered his shoulder. "Only for you."
Clark lets out an unintentional moan at that, his grip on your hand and waist tightening ever so slightly. "I'm gonna cum." His head drops to the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your ear.
"Please, Clark. Inside." You whine, not caring how pathetic or desperate you might sound right now. Clark doesn't need to be told twice, only making it three more deep thrusts before he's spilling inside of you with a loud moan. His release triggers your fourth and final one, your teeth sinking into his shoulder in an attempt to quieten the sounds coming from your mouth.
Clark thrusts shallowly a few more times, kissing you once more as he slowly and carefully slides out of you. "Stay here for a second, okay?" He instructs, leaving one last kiss on your nose as he gets up.
He disappears into the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up, while you lean yourself up against the bottom cabinets. He returns fairly quickly, immediately dropping to his knees and pressing a warm towel between your legs to help get rid of the mess.
"Sorry." He apologizes sheepishly, the tips of his ears tinted pink. You chuckle softly, shaking your head at his sudden embarrassment. "I guess I got a little carried away there, huh?"
"Don't apologize, I enjoyed myself. Like, a lot." You say reassuringly as you push back some of the hair that had fallen in his face.
"Good." Clark declares as he finishes cleaning you up, setting the towel aside to be dealt with later. "Here, let me." He says as he helps you stand up, allowing you to rest your weight on him while you regained feeling in your legs.
"Guess this is what happens when you grow your hair out." You laugh, taking a moment to look at your discarded clothes and the forgotten dinner the two of you were supposed to be making.
"Yeah, I guess so." Clark mumbles, scratching his neck as he takes in the damage for himself. "Why don't you go sit down and rest? I can finish up here."
"Well, if you insist. I'll never turn down an opportunity to sit down and gawk at you." Clark rolls his eyes at your comment, lightly smacking your ass.
"Careful, unless you're looking for round two. And I don't think that you can handle that at the moment." He warns, taking off his shirt and putting it on you so that you'd be covered. Even when he was scolding you, he couldn't help but be a gentleman. It's one of the reasons why you loved him so much.
"Alright, but don't hesitate to call me if you need help, okay?" You say, giving Clark a playfully strict look as you make your way to the living room.
Yeah, Clark was never allowed to cut his hair again. And if all the scissors and clippers in your shared apartment seemingly disappeared overnight? Well, that was between you and the trash cans.
Contents/ Warnings: mentions of extreme stalking , harassment , sexual content , mentions of voyeurism; stalker Scott is a creep. Day to day Scott is a sweetheart. Age gap (five years Scott is 30 Reader is 25)
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💋This man has taught himself to write with his other hand. You work with him. You’re gonna recognise his handwriting. Not with his other hand though.
💋He knows you’re a deep sleeper. Sometimes he just likes to watch you sleep… maybe he’ll get up and make himself a sandwich in your kitchen. Don’t worry baby! He’s gonna clean up after himself !! And maybe steal a pair of your underwear for later.
💋He’s normally a dry texter. Not on his burner phone. He got that just for you. If you don’t reply to one message he’ll message again. Please don’t ignore him:(
💋He loves loves watching you touch yourself. It’s not exactly his fault. You left your curtains open slightly. Maybe he’ll even film it for himself for later to jerk off over.
💋He once saw you hooking up with someone, waited until he left and you were asleep.. Stole your phone and messaged him … that you’re not ready for “no strings” and that you don’t wanna see him anymore. That guy’s not good for you baby… he is !
💋Uh oh… he’s upset you. Flowers at your door!! A gift card to your favourite place. He’s sorry oh he so sorry. Please take his money… not enough? Take some more. Go on. Please….
💋He kinda likes seeing you scared. You look like a lost little deer. But you come to him at work? He’s gonna hold you. Tell you it’s going to be okay. Nothing going to hurt you if he’s around. Even if he’s the one doing it all. His intentions aren’t to hurt you. He’s achingly hard over comforting you while you talk about it.
💋He’s a completely different person at work. Stern but sweet. He’s your superior so you can’t get away with everything! But you’re learning. You trust him. … how silly. He’s older than you by five years. You’re 25. He’s 30.
💋He knows your routine. Better than you do in fact. Where you are. What you’re doing. When you’re doing it. The exact shower gel you use. What you’re allergic to.
💋He once saw you napping at work on the way back from a chase in the van, He abused his privileges using the storm par cameras to take a photo of you. Sent it to himself after downloading and deleted it. Swore to himself he would never do it again.
💋He could just ask you out. But that’s too much. He’s not ready for that conversation. Loving you from afar is more than enough for him for now.
💋You had a work night out with the storm par team? That’s okay!!🤗. He’s gonna walk you home. And keep you safe from that big scary man making your life hell. No girl should walk alone when they have a stalker right? He’ll drop a message on his burner phone. “Did you get home okay?? Who’s that guy you were with?”While you’re messaging his normal phone number thanking him for being such a gentleman. 🥰But now you’re scared that it’s gonna impact your work life. More reason for him to comfort you.
💋Takes advantage of the fact that everyone at storm par has life360 for safety reasons. He knows where your friends are. Knows when a house is unrecognisable. Who the fuck are you with?
💋Yknow know he loves you right? … right?.. RIGHT?? that’s okay. He’ll show you 🥰🫶
More coming soon???
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Uhm. HI:)) first time writing something a little darker ?? I think I’m gonna do this as a mini series like rockstar clark where it’s mini stories but it all links in?
Summary : It’s practically tradition for him to visit you in your dressing room before you all go on stage.
Contents: Swearing, Quickie , small mentions of smoking, spitting .Unprotected P IN V (reader is on pill) , makeout , sneaking around. Almost caught., MIRROR😜. Some good old degrading!! Bros nasty w it , CLARK IN A CROP TOP.
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It had never meant to become a regular thing , you and Clark fucking in secret. Heck now it was thing of fucking before a show.. and after. But there was no label. It wasn't like that. The whole world was convinced you had something going on, Alex and Brad had their suspicions. But who were they to judge. They basically encouraged it.
Today was no different, it was going to be a sold out show. The busiest so far on the tour. The stage director told you you were due on soon. And Clark was late. He would've normally been in your dressing room now, Had his way with you and been ready to go on stage. You roll your eyes applying your eyeliner muttering to yourself when your door opens rapidly. You almost poke yourself in the eye from jolting and in the mirror you can see Clark putting the bolt on the door for your dressing room.
"What the fuck clark?!" You shriek standing up , he's stood there with a grin on his face. His lip ring glistening in the light as he puts his hands behind his back smug swaying back and forth on his feet. He had ripped jeans. A crop top showing his happy trail and his eyeliner smudged perfectly under his eyes.
"Sorry!! I'm a little late.. really needed a fuckin cig" He huffs. You knew he smoked cigarettes or a joint when it was a sold out show. Calmed his nerves.
"Clark. I hate to break it to you buddy but we have five minutes before the show. No pre show fuck!" You point at him and he almost whines.
"That's bad luck!"
"Clark. We literally don't have enough time. Unless you can make me fuckin cum that fast then by all means go for it." You spray yourself with your usual perfume standing up and something darkens in his eyes.
"Is that a challenge missy?" He grins walking closer to you towering over you. His usual Smoky scent lingered making your heart race and between your legs ache.
"I just don't think you have what it takes Kent." You taunt him playing shoving him back making him stumble back.
He chuckles stepping forward and grabbing you by your throat pulling you in for a deep. Sloppy kiss. His tongue thrashing against yours grunting desperately. You whine into the kiss and claw at his shirt tugging him impossibly closer. He pulls away shoving things off your dressing room vanity and bends you over it.
Another slutty groan slips from his lips when he sees how soaked you are through your black lace thong. He knows he's done that to you. He pulls them down until they pool around your boots and undoes his belt at the same time. Normally he would prep you. Make sure you're all ready for him. But there's no time.
He pulls himself out spitting onto his tip and leaning down to spit onto your pussy. A sickening whine slipping from your mouth at the sensation.
"Sorry sweetie. You're gonna have to take it n be quiet" He pushes himself all the way into your soaking walls muttering "shhhh shh there we fuckin go" He groans burying himself all the way to your hilt. A shrieking gasp spills from your mouth and he covers his hand over muffling any sounds as he sets a punishing pace. Pulling your head up slightly so you can see yourself in the mirror. You whine against his mouth as his dick slams into you rapidly , the sound of skin slapping filling the room and he holds you up with his other arm.
He leans over whispering in your ear as he keeps bullying his dick in your pussy groaning.
"Look at you. Go. On. Look how much of a desperate fuckin slut you are. So desperate for dick that you get fucked before every show. By your fucking bandmate. Go on. Watch yourself for me baby."
The way he was speaking to you was so vulgar. He was rarely like this. But you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you more fucking wet as you clenched harder around him. You look in the mirror. He's grinning and biting his lip holding back moans. You ? You looked fucked out. Like you belonged here. Your eyes watering almost smudging your eyeliner more. Your mouth hanging wide.
"You look good like this baby... full of rockstar dick" He grunts slamming into you harder and your eyes roll back. The door opens slightly catching on the latch and you screech loudly. Clark has stopped his thrusts. His dick throbbing painfully inside you.
"SHUT MY FUCKING DOOR IM NOT READY!" You squeal and the door shuts. Your heart pounds loudly. Clark grins sliding his hand up to feel it race.
"Sorry Miss.. you're on in a minute.. uhm.. wardrobe malfunction again? And where's Clark?" The stage director sighs impatiently. Clark was slowly moving inside you and you bite your lip.
"Yeah yeah problem with my skirt sorry ! And uh.. clark went for a smoke!" Your jaw dropped further as Clark kept moving his hips deep inside you.
"Okay.. sorry again miss!" The stage director apologises again.
"It's okay!" You could hear the footsteps fading and clark snaps his hips inside you like he was possessed. Pulling your head back to slam his lips against yours kissing you deeply.
"You like getting caught huh? You're fucking nasty" He moans his thrusts getting harsher and deeper.
He yanks your face back to the mirror feeling you getting close.
"Go on baby.. watch yourself cum for me" That's all it fucking took. You clamp down hard around him. Watching yourself in the mirror eyes rolling back. You can feel him groan loudly and your pussy being filled with his warm hot cum. He shoves his dick in further before pulling out and yanking your thong up and patting your ass tucking himself away. He really didn't have time to clean you up. You'd just have to walk around stage filled with his cum. If anything it only turned him on more.
"Just in time!" He grins as you fix your dress and tear open the dressing room door. Brad raises an eyebrow looking at you and clears his throat looking at clark behind you.
"Stage director said you had a wardrobe malfunction ... is that what we're calling it nowadays?"
"Yeah! Clark just had to help me with it. Could've been you if you were around to ask!" You roll your eyes and his eyes playfully light up.
"REALLY?"Brad gasps jokingly.
"NO!" You and Clark said at the same time. Clark clears his throat. "So.. let's get this show on the road?"
"You know we aren't due on for another half an hour right guys? Stage director fucked up times" Alex smiles and your eye twitches. You side eye Clark.
You had more than enough time.
YES. NO.
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I love love love writing for rockstar Clark!! And i appreciate all the love I have been receiving lately THANK YOU SO MUCH
Summary : your husband just needs a little something for good luck before his championship match
Contents : swearing , EGO SCOTT, public sex , P IN V UNPROTECTED, dirty talk , quickie , Scott is WHIPPED. mentions of fighting and blood ,Scott just loves his wife okay.
I AM SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU.
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Proud of Scott was an understatement. Your husband had put so much work into where he is now. All the training. All the hours he put in but still made time for you. Tonight was the biggest night of his life. Well. Apart from your wedding night. But still. You knew how important this was.
You were in the vip section wearing a cute skirt and a shirt with his name on waiting for him to come out. He was due out in 10 minutes. Then your phone is frantically buzzing.
You raise an eyebrow and pull it out , the contact name brings up Scott and you answer it quickly putting the phone to your ear.
"Hey what's up baby?" You ask sweetly and he sounds desperate. Needy almost.
"Uh.. can you come in the changing rooms please.. I .. need to see you super fast" He huffs out and you were a little confused.
"Baby I can't come back there.." you sigh and he huffs gently. "Course you are. The security guards know who you are, other dude is in a different room... need to see my wife. Please?" He blurts out and you sigh.
"Okay.. see you in a minute baby" He thanks you rapidly before you hang up and start walking to the changing rooms with the vip pass around your neck. Of course just like Scott said they smile at you and step aside letting you walk in.
You walked down the hall and into a room opening the door. And there he was. Your husband built like a fucking tank. Shirtless and his muscles bulging.
A soft fabric wrapped around his hands.
"Oh good you're here!" He grins grabbing your face and kissing you desperately gently pushing you against the lockers. You kiss back before pulling away.
"Are you okay? Are you worried Scott?" You raise an eyebrow worried and he lets out a playful scoff.
"About what? Losing? Oh baby you're cute. I just wanted to see my wife before I fuckin win.. need that extra luck." He holds your waist as he pushes his hips against you. You can feel how hard he is rutting his erection against you.
"Luck? Is that what we're calling it now miller?" You raise an eyebrow at him. He wasn't slick at all. But still your arms slung around his neck and stood on your tiptoes. He over a foot and a half taller than you so he grins scooping you up holding you up against the wall. He drops his shorts letting his hard dick spring out and looks at you again.
"Tomato tomata! Let me love on my wife" He kisses you deeply again. This time his tongue sliding into your mouth , the mintyness lingering , you whine into his mouth kissing him back with the same energy hands gliding in his hair and wrapping your legs around him. He reaches down with his other hand pushing your skirt up and pushing the thong aside with his oozing tip and sinking into your wet pussy desperately all the way to your hilt.
"Oh fucking hell..oh you're perfect baby" He's still holding you with one arm fucking up into you and you moan softly eyes rolling back from the stretch alone.
"Fuck scott... you look so fucking good" You whine feeling him pick a brutal fast pace hips smacking against yours as he fucks you against the lockers.
"Look at you. Wearing a fuckin shirt with my name on it. My number one fan arent ya? Huh? Fucking your husband before he's gonna win?" He groans nipping at your neck and pulling back to look at you.
"Yes! You're gonna win Scott. Gonna be the champion!" You whine clamping around his dick feeling him deep in your walls and his tip hitting your spot making your eyes roll back.
He groans louder hips relentlessly fucking up harder.
"Yeah ? Am I your fuckin champion ?" He kisses you again reaching a hand down to rub your clit grinning as you whine into his mouth.
"My champion Scott.. gonna win.." He drops his hand from your clit to wrap both arms around you fucking you deeper and jackhammering into your pussy and kissing you more harshly. And you were loving every second of it.
His arms were tight around you. He could break you in half if he really tried. The banging of the lockers echoed loudly and luckily music was playing loudly in the main arena.
"Fuck baby.. I'm gonna cum.. can I cum inside you? Wanna stuff you with my fucking cum. Want you in that front row full of it." He was hammering into your dripping pussy like his life depends on it.
Like his title depends on it.
You nod reaching your own high screeching loudly and clamping around him soaking his dick. He lets out a whimpered groan his dick coming undone and leaking his thick warm cum into your unprotected pussy. He grunts rutting load after load deeper into you.
You were definitely going to the pharmacy in the morning.
"Shit... thank you baby" He pulls out and kisses you softly lowering you to the ground onto your feet and fixes your thong. He tucks himself away and you smile at him lovingly.
He pulls on his boxing gloves and holds them out for you to kiss. This was traditional and not up for debate.
You giggle gently pressing a kiss to each of his gloves and peck his lips. He pats your ass with one of them.
"Go on. Get out there. I'll see you in a minute baby!"
You nod walking towards the door. But not before turning back around to look at him.
"Good luck baby!" You beam and he crosses his arms.
"I don't need it. I have a wife" Oh how he fucking loved you.
You made your way back out to the arena front row right in front of the ring , your pussy warm and stuffed with his cum. So when they made the announcements he came out onto stage blowing a huge kiss to you before the match began.
It terrified you to your core watching him fight. At the same time it was a crazy adrenaline rush. The fight began and you watched your husband plummeting punches into the other guy. Blood spluttering everywhere, he dodged a few punches and took a few making his lip bust.
He wasn't giving up. He was going to fucking win for you. His wife.
Scott had already won two rounds.
His punches and jabs are more frequent as he grunts manoeuvring around the ring. The other guy didn't stand a chance getting hit everywhere. The sickening cracks fill the room. Scott throw an uppercut punch straight into the guys chin sending him flying and hitting the ground.
The referee counts to three before the final bell rings and the crowd erupt into cheers. You had tears rolling down your face. He doesn't even bother accepting the belt at first he leans over the ring gesturing you to come over.
The security lead you over and help you into the ring. The crowd cheers louder and he kisses you deeply in front of everyone before grabbing the belt and passing it to you.
He kneels down slightly scooping you up so you're perched on his thick bicep and he chuckles. "Show it off baby..go on" You thrust the belt into the air and the crowd is screaming and cheering. He thrusts his other fist into the air. He looks up. But Scott isn't looking at the belt.. or the crowd. He's looking at you.
“YOUR NEW BOXING CHAMPION ! SCOTT MILLER!” The announcer yells. He helps you down onto the ground before going over to Shake the other guys hand gracefully. He was humble like that. Mostly.
He chuckles pulling you back into his side and kissing the top of your head leading you off the ring helping you out. He’s guiding you back to the changing room but shaking people’s hand as he’s walking down. He finally leans over to whisper in your ear.
“So how does it feel to fuck a champion baby?” He grins slinging the belt over his shoulder with pride.
“You always were a champion in my eyes Scott.” You beam at him sweetly and the grin on his face gets even bigger dragging you back into the changing room. You could still feel his cum oozing inside you
“And that sweetheart is exactly why I married you!”
Summary : When an interview about your band turns into questions revolving around you and Clark ..
This one’s just pure fun tbh! :)
Contents: Swearing , Clark being a flirt , banter , awkward questions, slight mentions of sexual topics; Clark being defensive. Mentions of hooking up.
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It had been a busy week for the whole band, balancing interviews , rehearsals , photoshoots and way more. Sure it was the whole point about being in a band. But it was still exhausting nonetheless.
Today wasn't going to be any better. Clark was gonna be a dick. The questions were gonna be repetitive. But hey! It's good press for the band!
"How do I look?" You asked fixing the last of your eyeliner wearing black boots , fishnet tights , a cropped shirt with a leather jacket. and turn to the boys wanting to look your best for this interview. It was a worry of yours.
"With your eyes sweetheart" Clark snorts and you swat his arm with an annoyed groan. He was wearing his signature ripped black jeans and band shirt reeking of expensive cologne and smoke.
"You look fine sweetheart , clark for the love of god don't wind her up before we get in front of the cameras" Alex sighs already preparing for the carnage that awaits them. Brad nods in agreement.
You roll your eyes sighing again walking down the hall and sitting in one of the chairs and shaking hands with the interviewer called Maya . She seemed so lovely. Clark goes over with a grin acting like a complete flirt kissing her hand. Alex was sat behind you who was sat next to Brad. You were sat by Clark.
The cameras started rolling and you put on a sweet smile prepared for any questions.
"So how's tour going guys ? you've been busy" She beams with excitement.
"Oh wow ! Uhm it's been insane ! The fans are absolutely crazy. The places we're going ... it's beyond anything I've ever dreamed!" You sigh shaking your head in disbelief.
"Yeah it's fucking crazy! Wait- are we allowed to swear?" Clark puts his hands up in defence real quick and you already pinch the bridge of your nose knowing exactly how this is gonna go.
"Yeah! We bleep it out!! No harm done!" Maya beams and it's like the entire bands eyes light up.
“oh fucking sick dude! Holy shit!” Alex beams , Brad sighs “dude she said you can swear. Not turn the whole footage into a beep fest!”
“Okay!! Next question!… what’s the craziest thing you guys have had thrown on stage?” Maya beams and clark just burst out laughing.
“Oh my god! This one chick threw a vibrator on stage. I don’t really want to know if that was used or not…” Your jaw drops remembering the moment and snort.
Mayas face was shocked.
“Really??? That’s insane !, what about the rest of you guys?”
Alex speaks up this time “ A girl threw her phone on stage and she had her nudes as her wallpaper… I tried to get her phone back and dropped it… I replaced it!! Before anyone cancels me!” He put his hands up in defence.
“A half eaten burrito… and an engagement ring.. not sure her fiance was happy but that burrito was delicious!” Brad grins with his usual shit eating grin.
“Oh! You guys got the weird shit. Someone threw a brand new pair of platform boots on stage! In my size !” You squealed with excitement and Clark playfully rolls his eyes.
“How come I don’t get boots thrown at me? I like boots!” He groans. All of you burst out laughing and you look at clark.
“Be happy with your vibrator !” He flips you off.
The questions progressively kept coming. Questions ranging from “what’s your favourite thing to do after a show?” And “What’s the one thing you miss the most when on tour?”
It was draining.
“Okay … who’s the biggest red flag?” Maya beams and everyone points at Brad who gasps offended.
“Why? Because I’m the drummer ? It’s not my fault everybody wants to fuck the drummer !” You laugh again taking a sip of your water when the one question you were dreading comes out.
“So I hear rumours and fans talking about our favourite lead singer and lead guitarist… what can you say on the matter?” You choke on the water. Alex pats you on the back and you all side eye each other. The sound of your heart thuds in your ears.
“We’re not together. We’re just good friends.. good colleagues.” Clark immediately shuts it down and starts picking at a thread on his jacket and you nod agreeing. “Yeah we .. we don’t date in the band.” You confirm.
“But what about the way you are with each other on stage ? That’s a lot of chemistry for two people claiming to be friends.” Maya pushes and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
“It’s showmanship… everyone loves it, gets the crowd going!” You reply trying to stay as calm as possible. You hated when interview turned into this.
“We’re a very flirty band that are very comfortable around each other, that’s what a good band is. I don’t see why it needs to turn into something else.” You could see that even clark was trying to be polite as he spoke. Alex was clenching his jaw.
“I think that’s enoug-“ Brad starts and another question comes. You tap your nails on the armrests and take a deep shaky breath.
“So you two haven’t hooked up?” Maya pushes further and you pinch the bridge of your nose.
“Listen. Maya. I appreciate you asking us to come on here. But we’re here to discuss the band and tour , but questions like that are unnecessary and you’re clearly making my friends uncomfortable” Clark said it in the most polite way making everyone’s jaw drop.
“Oh ! I am so sorry ! That wasn’t my intention at all I’m just .. reading the questions I’ve been sent in” Maya looked embarrassed.
“No no! Not at all sweetheart. You’re doing a great job!” Clark winks at her causing your eyes to roll all over again.
Anddd he’s back.
Finally the interview was over and you huff getting on the tour bus. You turn to Clark and raise an eyebrow.
“Colleagues huh?” You tease him and he tilts his head biting at his lip ring.
“Sweetie I said friends too!” He coos leaning over to ruffle your hair.
“Oh maya! You’re doing such a good job sweetie!” You mock him getting comfortable on the seat. Brad and Alex were in the back laughing about something and Clark hasn’t stopped looking at you.
“Careful sweetheart. You’re not helping the allegations” He grins cracking open a bottle of water sipping it.
“First of , shut up. Second of all thanks for stopping the questions before…” You sigh slightly grateful opening your own bottle.
“Oh please, it was nothing. I’m good at what I do.” He grins all smug opening a pack of cigarettes.
And lo and behold. The video came out. 20% of it was bleeped out. Comments excited about new things coming out. And people were still speculating. Somehow clark getting a vibrator thrown at him was trending.
Just another day in the life of a rockstar huh?
LISTEN TO TWISTED HOPE?
YES! NO!
HELLO AGAIN MY TWISTED HOPERS!!
this was just a silly Drabble while I work on the next one:)
Summary : when it comes to life or death.. just how much has Scott really got to say ?
Contents : mentions of close death experiences,fear of death. swearing , blood , Not accurate information about tornados , Slight Angst , conflict, comfort , different side of Scott
Just a quick one!! Trying to get through my drafts
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You had a really bad gut feeling about today's Chase. You don't know why. Something just felt bad. But you had to shut it down. A main part of being a meteorologist was sucking it up. It was hard working alongside Scott. Always so much fucking tension caused by his shitty personality. He drove you mad.
Javi was throwing the equipment into the van when he points at you. "You're with Scott today. It's gonna be a good chase I can feel it!" He grins.
"Really? Javi come on man that's cruel. Can't I ride with you or Kate?" You frown and he shakes his head. A familiar noise of gum snapping behind you. You really didn't have to look to know who it was.
"Quit whinin kid, just get in the van already , haven't got time for messing around." He snaps his gum and you roll your eyes sighing not wanting to start an argument.
"Yeah sure .. let's do this." You get in the van. That gut feeling still there. You pull on the seatbelt taking a deep breath.
"The fucks gotten into you today?" He raises an eyebrow pulling away from storm par base driving down the rocky road, you could already see the way the wind has picked up by the way the grass was moving. You shake your head out of it looking at him.
"I have a weird gut feeling about this Scott." You admit tapping your nails on the laptop ready to type up any data. He lets out a snort snapping his gum louder taking one hand off the wheel resting his other on his thigh.
"A gut feeling kid.. really? don't tell me you're one of those. We're meteorologists . We don't rely on gut feelings. Not in my van anyway." He shakes his head in disbelief and you sigh softly focusing on the data.
But as you're driving further down the road. The pressure seems to change slightly... you feel something warm trickle down your nose , a few drops drip onto your laptop. It was blood.
"I swear if you get that in my fuckin van you're cleaning it up." He scoffs. But he looks at you , he knows a nosebleed isn't a good sign. He huffs going in his glove box using the hand that wasn't on the wheel passing you some tissues. Unfortunately for you a few drops leak onto his seat and he sighs. Actually sighs.
"Fantastic ! just what I need." He huffs chewing his gum harder and adjusting his hat.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Can't you stop being a d-" He cuts you off a hand in the air.
"It's fine just. Be quiet for two seconds. and tilt your fucking head back."
You roll your eyes trying to be calm when the radio crackles to life with javis voice. "Hey crkkkk I don't crkk know where you guys crkk are ! But turn back crkkkk. Now. over"
Scott grabs the radio "Alright man see you at base, Over" He puts the radio down and side eyes you. Almost as if your gut was right. He scoffs shaking his head as he turns the van around driving slightly along the narrow road. Then all of a sudden the van stops. The fuel tank flickering empty.
Your face goes pale. Even his eyes widen. You. Were. Fucked.
"Oh my god. We're gonna fucking die!" Your face pales and his eyes widen at you swearing. A rare occurrence.
"Calm it kid. We're gonna be fine there's a ditch over there. And on your side. We can lay down until it passes"
"Are you fucking crazy Scott!" You were panicking. Heart racing , blood dripping harshly from your nose as you already see the funnel in the sky forming fast and rapidly approaching.
"Please just listen for once! Jesus Christ!" He was stressing now. He rips open the van door and you frantically follow him towards the ditch, the hail was starting now.
A gasp rips from your throat and you try run back to the van for the laptop. It was full of important storm data.
You shriek as suddenly you hear cracking of wood and a force shove you. Scott dives on you pushing you out of the way before the tree crashes down with a sickening crack onto the van smashing it brutally, glass smithereens flying everywhere. Scott held onto you as you both tumble down a hill into a muddy ditch.
It would've been you.
He gasps sharply climbing onto you and laying over you to shield you from the impending doom of the tornado.
His hand cradles your head pressing his forehead against yours.
"ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID KID?" He screams over the hail and loud gusts. Your clothes getting soaked in the process.
But he feels you trembling underneath his body. The heavy breathing and he's trying to calm you.
"Hey hey hey ! Breathe... breathe for me kid... shh shh!" He was trying to calm himself as well. He wouldn't tell anyone. But he was fucking terrified right now. The great Scott miller. Scared of death.
You heart was racing as he held you. Tears rolling down your face as the gusts get heavier and more dangerous. "Scott... I don't wanna die. Please I don't wanna die." You sobbed frantically your arms flung around him as he continued to cover you.
"Hey! Kid we're not gonna die." He did his best to reassure you because he didn't even know himself. You sobbed harder. For once in your life your job terrified you right to the bone.
“You don’t know that!” You spat and he cups your face gently resting his head against yours.
“I know I don’t kid .. but I’m here now… you’re not on your own. I won’t let anything happen to you” He carefully lifts his head slightly letting you see his eyes. They were a darker blue than usual , he was scared to death.
“Look… kid If anything happens i… I just wanna say sorry.. I’m fucking awful to you, and you don’t deserve it. Not a single ounce of the way I treat you.” It physically pained him To say. His own heart pounding violently. But what hurt him even more? Would’ve been more painful than death itself. Were the words that spill from your mouth.
“I forgive you Scott.”
So when the tornado struck the road you were in. Glass shattering everywhere and parts of the van being flung around … he did the only thing he could think of.
He kissed you. If he was gonna do one last thing in his life. It was going to be this.
You respond to the kiss gasping softly tears rolling down your face. It was a desperate kiss. Tongue lashing against his and his hand in your hair. He pulls away resting his head against yours pulling you closer as he shields you as much as he can.
He’s whispering sweet little “I’ve got you. We’re gonna be okay” over and over again. Another kiss. Slightly more desperate this time. Like you were the last thing holding him together. All that matters.
Until nothing.
Complete utter silence. You thought you were dead.
No wind. Nothing.
Scott pulls away and the air was calm. Like the tornado had never been.
Your heart thudded as you sat up… Scott looked at you and you both burst out laughing from the adrenaline.
“Told you we weren’t gonna die! Pffft!” He scoffs acting like he wasn’t shit scared two minutes ago.
“That was too close for my liking” You sigh softly. You hear a van and Scott helps you out of the ditch. His van smashed beyond repair.
Behind javis van is an ambulance just in case.
The paramedics lead you to the back of the ambulance wrapping a blanket around you and flashing a light in your eyes to check everything is responding well.
Scott was getting checked out by another paramedic and Javi runs over with Kate.
“ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?” He panics looking back and forth between you and Scott and you nod.
“Could be better!” You snort playfully heart still racing like crazy , Kate is shaking her head. “You guys are extremely lucky .” She sighs stressed and you nod. A few seconds later Scott comes over and sits next to you in the ambulance. Blanket flung around his shoulders too.
“Sooo…. I guess this means I don’t have to clean your van?” You snort trying to make a joke , and he looks at you shaking his head About to say something really smart. Instead? He wraps his blanket around your blanket covered self pulling you into his arms and presses a discrete kiss on the top of your head.
“Glad you’re not dead kid.. need our ray of sunshine … and piss off. My van was beautiful” A small giggle leaves your throat as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck just anchoring youself. The scent of rain , mud and his cologne.
