Edward Nashton x fem! reader! | tws. smut, voyeurism, stalking, m & f masturbation, mentions of murder, sex on stream, groping | requests open!!!!!!!
ā¤ļø eddie LOOOOOVES you its kinda given if your in a relationship, he's obsessed with you and everything you do. you are his number ONE priority.. maybe after his.. "hobby". so expect to be loved seriously and HARD. and he loves you SO much... he needs you at every moment he can get
ā¤ļø he has a pretty high libido. he hasn't ever really been with someone for THIS long, especially going this far, he'll take any chance he can to fuck you. he just loves pussy, he's very desperate.
ā¤ļø CONSTANTLY has morning wood. like i'm being so serious get ready for him to have a raging boner at 8 in the morning because he had a dream about you and just.. god he just couldn't help it, you tempt him with everything you do.
ā¤ļø loves stalking you. he doesn't love being creepy but god he loves watching you go throughout your day. he follows you every single day he can. as soon as he gets off of work he instantly b-lines for your work. as soon as he sees you he's instantly palming himself through his pants. he just.. watches you. doesn't pull himself out. doesn't make any noise, just silently gropes himself until he creams in his pants. when you get home later he sheepishly has to make an excuse for why his underwear in the laundry is very very crusty.
ā¤ļø adding onto that he loves all types of voyeurism, especially when you know. when you put on a little show for him while he silently watches from the closet, desperately jerking off in rhythm with your rapidly moving fingers. he watches them slide in.. and out.. and in and out and in and out and he's never felt more jealous of anything in his life. eventually he has to come out and stuff his face into your pussy because your just too good to keep the act up.
ā¤ļø he loves when you dress up for him on stream. he'll have you sitting on his lap while going on about some magical tirade, you'll be in a cute little costume, lingerie or some cheap party city costume. he'll stop his screaming to take a breath, grabbing and groping your breasts to calm himself down.
ā¤ļø speaking of that oh boy does this fucker love boobs. yours specifically. he's no better then any other man, when he sees you in a cute little number that pushes up your breasts he can't help his need for you. instant boner.
ā¤ļø loves when you suck him off on stream. it always calms him down when he gets too emotional. the feeling of your tongue draaaaaaging along his cock will never not instantly bring him to silence. before letting out a long drawn out groan, which he got a lot of shit from his followers for that.
ā¤ļø very inexperienced when you first get together. he's a virgin loser in his 20s who doesn't shower and streams on sketchy websites online. he's a loser. so when you first agree to date him hes.. floored.. AND now you're having sex with him??? he genuinely doesn't believe this is real
ā¤ļø your first time he tries his best t make you feel good. he's a smart man, he knows a thing or two just from his extensive porn watching and... his research. yes he researched how to make a woman cum after getting together with you, he can't have your first time be a dud for you.
ā¤ļø when he is in Arkham he misses you so much, he writes letters to you, treasures your visits, and jacks off to the thought of you every nigh. he sometimes debates... compromising the guards so the two of you have some time together.. but every time he brings it up you tell him that he's here to rehabilitate.. and he can't fuck you if he's in prison forever.
ā¤ļø you make him a better person, and he loves you for that
In His Worshipping Palms: Edward Nashton (Dano Riddler) X GN Reader smut
Inspired by my post: So haha random funny thought but like what about the idea of reader somehow getting into Riddlers cell to try and talk to him and they have such immense chemistry and magnetic energy. But they don't want to be caught so they stuff their shirts into their mouths to muffle themselves while he fucks her into an absolute mess
Readers pronouns are she/her but no specific genitals are mentioned
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This wasn't supposed to go like this. It was beyond unprofessional and so out of depth insane she almost didn't believe it was even happening. But the feeling of his cock burying into her again and again kept snapping her back into reality.
The sound he made as his teeth clenched over his shirt reminded her of the tapes. His masked videos with a rolling voice that waved up and down. Hitting gravel at one moment then heightened pitches the next. That same grunting was over her now and surrounding her ears so it was all she could hear. Could nobody else hear? Or did they just not care?
Another heavy jab down into her hips brought her away from his face and down to his hips. His fingers digging slightly into her flesh but in such a way she could only call it reverence. If his fingers had bruised her skin she wouldn't have blamed him. But instead he was holding her like she was a delicate piece of art. Firm but careful, not wanting his thumbs to damage her. Being held in such a careful way just to have her close while driving into her at the same time.
It only made her focus on the feel of his fingers centering her into every touch and sensation below her hips. He didn't speak but her eyes when they finally broke away from the view of his cock entering her again and again. His eyes were filled with too many emotions to count.
Excitement. Pain. Like somebody who was realizing a new layer of loneliness. Like he already missed her. It only drove his cock into her faster, the idea of being without her now being blindingly painful. Adoration filled his muffled grunts, high pitched and wistful whenever their eyes met. Her own lips wrapped around his shirt as well. Making sure she could taste his sweat from the piece he had ripped off. His strength in that moment had been surprising.
He had gripped his shirt nervously when she got close. And when he had finished talking the kiss was unexpected. For whatever reason listening to Edward speak was hypnotizing. Maybe because of just how different he was to everyone. The sheer amount of conviction behind his madness that you knew wasn't all that mad. He was right. And if he had been more careful, a little more thought less guns, maybe he would have done it all. Part of you knew you should be disgusted to be agreeing with someone like this. But the rest knew how Gotham deserved it.
Every part of you felt seen as he talked, agreeing to speak to you because you were a reporter. The only one who had solved his little puzzle that he required all to solve before he would actually talk. And when he talked your entire body felt alive. Maybe he just said everything you wished you could in your stories. And when he looked into your eyes both of you seeing the comradery in its truth. You felt a pull like nothing else before.
Without thinking you were drawn to him, leaning closer over the table like you were sharing secrets. And without thinking you had kissed him. He was beyond stunned almost foreign to the feeling. He didn't move and his lips felt like someone's who had never been kissed before. That feeling made you sad as you could physically feel his loneliness. And drove you to continue determined to guide him towards the proper way. You worried he might pull away out of confusion or fear and that you had misread it all. To your relief after a moment his cuffed hand came up to your face and he tried to follow suit in the way your lips moved.
The rest hurried into a blur. His nervous grip on his shirt was so strong when your tongue brushed his, his fingers pulled so hard it tore the fabric. That fabric soon went into your mouth to muffle you both. Your nervous eyes breaking away from each other as he climbed on top of you only to check the door.
His shirt in your mouth was forcing you to steady your breathing and focus on him completely. He took your underwear for himself when he slipped them off which you gave no complaint. The cold table dug into your back slightly but the pain only grounded you in.
The sex you had was fast and messy. Your soaking mess easy for him to enter. Quieted grunts and sighs filled the room as he filled you again and again. Losing yourselves to the fleeting moment of each others company. A closeness that couldn't last. Especially not if you were caught. Those intense eyes of his near filled with tears looked deep into your own.
He was getting close and had no idea what to do beyond try and ask your permission. The sweetness of his gaze mixed with the depravity of fucking an inmate like this was a lot to take. Were you his now or was he yours? You could only nod unsure of what that really meant and in now you didn't care.
He nodded back trying to decide what to do but too excited to think of much else. Had he ever done this? With that same reverence his hand came up to your face and he glanced down to be sure his hips were up turned so he could keep you close.
Touching your cheek with delicate fervor he gazed once again deep into your eyes and pushed his forehead to yours. His eyes practically worshipped yours as his hips started to thrust fast towards his release. Your voice peaked muffled by the cloth as he hammered relentless but kept his eyes on you. Yours watered with pleasure as he chased his end, wishing he could give you yours but doubting you had the time. His jaw tensed as, teeth digging into his shirt, his hips tensing fast. Plunging with finality into you his seed spilled warming you inside.
As you finally came to a slow the coldness of the room suddenly took hold. You shivered from the overstimulation which brought his concerned hands to you. Both his palms held your face close while trying to catch his breath. And near lovingly his forehead pressed against yours, grounding you both to the present again. Slowly the fabric fell from his mouth, also stunned that not a single guard had noticed. Licking his lips and starting to laugh a little nervously, he pulled back and gave that small smile he had before. Neither of you able to believe what had just happened or what this meant,
ft. Dano!Riddler (Batman 2022)
Day 8 - Webcam, Free Use, Cages
Warnings: Nsfw (MDNI), web-cam livestream, cages / reader is locked up at one point, aspects of free-use and BDSM, p in v, fingers, mask kink, consensual but reader is under his influence so slight power imbalance, he's sweet on you, mention of idolatry, mentions of canon typical crimes / violence, mentions of mania/delusions of grandeur
Synopsis: Edward is the most brilliant man you've ever known--you were so blessed to be his, and for him to be yours. You'd do anything for him...even in front of his dozens of fans.
Word Count: 2251
Stack x Fem!Reader (nsfw)
A/N: I'm literally obsessed with him, for your information--probably OOC in this prompt but whatever i tried LOL-- i usually imagine him awkward and more simpy, super obsessed / smitten with the object of his affection...anyways, here's probably one of the kinker things ive written dADSFASDF we're baptized by fire i guess hehe
You curled up on yourself, hugging your knees to your chest as you hunched uncomfortably, head ducked low. Despite the blanket bundled up around you, you were freezing and desperately wishing the radiator would kick on to heat the drafty room. It was dark, all the lights off, and you had been alone for far longer than you would have like to endure.
As if by fate, there came the sound of keys jingling in the doorās lock, and you craned you neck to look. The deadbolt shifted loudly, the door knob turned, and silhouetted against the light of the apartment hallway was a bulkily dressed man.
He strode in, locking the door behind him and tossing his apartment keys on the side table near the entrance. He didnāt bother to kick off his tactical boots, and they thudded against the dusty floorboard. He walked into the next room where you sat, a pitiful sight.
Your eyes lifted to meet the ones behind clear framed glasses, and you perked up slightly, attention completely on him. Edward.
He had the soft, round face of someone entirely unassuming, looking sweet even. Though, you knew first hand what sort of dark secrets and twisted intellect resided in that brain of his. Regardless, you felt a wave of relief as he entered, glancing to the corner of the room where your cage was, a small smile forming on his lips.
āLook at you,ā he cooed. It would have been condescending if he didnāt look so pleased to see you. He approached, boots heavy with every footfall, and reached a hand between the bars of the cage to stroke your hair tenderly. āAre you happy Iām home, sweetheart?ā
You nodded, eyes flitting to where his other hand clutched a plastic bag at his side. He followed your gaze, and withdrew his hand. āJust some supplies,ā he explained, reading the question in your expression. āFor next time.ā You didnāt have to wonder what ānext timeā meantāall you had to do was look on the news to know that everyone was clamoring about when and where the next Riddler attack would take place.
They called him a radical extremist, an urban terrorist preying over Gothamā¦but you knew him for who he really was: a visionary, serving justice and pointing a light at the corruption that plagued the city. And, more than that, he was your Edwardābrilliant and soft-spoken, and utterly devoted to you.
Edward reached a hand down to unlock the latches of your cage, stepping back so you could crawl out and stretch the limbs that had been cramped for too long. āSorry Iām home late,ā Edward apologized. āThere was a shooting at one of the downtown stopsāit delayed the whole subway schedule.ā He set his bag of goodies on the cluttered coffee table, before turning to walk towards his computer set up.
āWeāll have to eat dinner after the stream,ā he hummed, contrite. āItās scheduled for 8:00pm.ā You rose to your feet slowly to follow after him, wanting to be close after being separated for so long. You kneeled down next to his chair so you could rest your head in his lap, and he lowered a hand to stroke you as his other clicked away.
After a few more minutes of clicking and typing, Edward had logged onto his secure, encrypted website. The whole process honestly confused the hell out of you, and it only made you respect him all the more for knowing the ins and outs of computer science and hacking. He really was a genius, and the reminder never ceased to make you swell with pride for being his and vice versa.
Edward rose from the chair, walking to the side of the room to dress into his infamous garb. You watched him don the mask so many dreaded and fearedāthe face behind the movement, which reaped violence against the rats of the city. All of it Edward had symbolically designed, meticulously orchestrated, and filmed for all to see.
As he strapped in and covered up all of his identifiable features, you saw his figure bulk up with the layered fabric and leather. More so, you saw the shift in him that never ceased to amaze youāEdward was set aside now, and the Riddler had come out to play.
He reached a glove towards you, and you stood still while his hands gently maneuvered a little black, lacey mask over your face. He felt it necessary to protect your identity as well, seeing as you were now an extension of him, his sweetheart. He would always take care of you; always make sure you were safe and looked after.
The Riddler patted your head, before stalking past you to sit back down at his computer chair. You laid nearby, languidly stretching your body along the couch, sighing contentedly as you watched him work. He set up the camera, clicked a few more buttons, and soon the red light had flickered on.
āGreetings, everyone,ā his voice garbled out, the voice modulator making him sound deeper and more frightening than the man who usually spoke so softly to you. āIāve got something real special for you tonight. Something they didnāt want you to see.ā
You listened as the Riddler began his manic diatribes, informing his loyal followers of the latest updates. Eventually, growing bored, you tuned him out, deciding to leaf through the latest book heād brought you: The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein.
Around an hour had passed as you went about your nightly routine, the deep sound of his voice lending a pleasant ambience to your reading. Then, startling you from your book, you heard that intimidating voiceācomforting and familiarācall your name.
You glanced up quickly, looking at him. The red light was still on, the stream ongoing, and yet he had his chair turned to look at you. The blue glow of the monitors cast him in a rim light, though the lenses of his glasses seemed to glow as it reflected back. Raising a hand, he crooked his finger at you, silently beckoning you over.
You marked your page and set your book aside, obediently rising from the couch and walking over to him. As you approached, you could see the chat on the side of the screen receiving new messages, the viewers evidently delighted by your appearance.
Jus$tice_anycost: sheās finally back on stream! Thought the system got her lolz XD
Eyeswideopen98: She looks so pretty in her new mask omg o///o
WakeUpG0th@m: Yo, heās got a girl?? Iām new /srs
Eyeswideopen98: @ WakeUpG0th@m yea, she gets the mission, sheās chill
Riddlemesaved: not the only thing she āgetsā ;)
Rattrapsss: ngl, sometimes I like her voice more than his LOL
Riddlemesaved: fuck, those tits always get meā¦
The Riddler turned his head to read, his hands absent-mindedly trailing your thighs and your ass. There never was a need for him to ask your permission. You were happy to service the one you loved whenever he desired your touch.
His eyes seemed to shine with delight as the waves of compliments rolled your way. He thought his devoted followers were so lucky to see your luminous beauty. āYouāve got fans,ā he spoke lowly, the sound growling out of the modulator. His traveling hands dipped into your waist band, and he pulled your shorts down without much warning or fanfare. āCāmere.ā
You let him pull you into his lap, your ass planted on one thigh as he helped hook your legs around the armrests. Spread open now for the blinking red camera light, you blushed a little, and gave the fans a bashful smile. His chest flush to your back, you heard his breath coming out heavy and hot through the holes in his mask.
Jus$tice_anycost: Damn look at that, her panties are already soakedā¦
Riddlemesaved: @ Ju$tice_anycost, cause sheās always ready to be used xxx
WakeUpG0th@m: Hooooly shitā¦
A small whine sounded in your throat as one of his hands wrapped around to rub against your clothed pussy. Two leather-covered fingers circled the wet fabric, a filthy sight. More messages flooded in, eager and lustful directed at the two of you.
āIsnāt she so beautiful?ā came his throaty garbled voice behind you. āSo good to me.ā
Eyeswideopen98: Sheās perfect for himā¦
Rattrapsss: can we see??? <3
You sighed softly as he removed his hand from you, lifting the glove up to your face. He patted your cheek gently, before nudging the tip of the glove between your teeth. āBite,ā he ordered, and you obeyed. Slowly, you tugged the glove from his hand, revealing his fingers, thick and dexterous from all that typing. You opened your mouth, letting the glove fall limply to the floor.
His hand returned to your pussy, and gently it pulled the fabric of your panties aside to reveal your sex, bare and dripping with arousal. The Riddler glanced up to read the messages in the chat, before a throaty, dark chuckle vibrated against your back. āGuess weāll be online for a little while longer,ā he spoke, and then he pushed two digits into you knuckle-deep.
A soft, draw out moan left your lips as he gently fucked you with his fingers. You felt the leather of his mask press against your neck as he took in a deep, ragged breath. You could feel the firmness of his erection against your ass, poking you. You wiggled your ass against it slightly, feeling pent up and a little cheeky.
Your sweet Edward gasped at the feeling, and the sound made your heart flutter. But soon, the Riddler was placing a firm hand on your hip, the other fumbling with his belt as he struggled to undo the zipper and buttons there.
WakeUpG0th@m: fuck, this is so hot
Eyeswideopen98: heās the riddle, sheās the answerā¦
Riddlemesaved: yesss, this is my favorite partā¦!
You felt his hot breath panting against the back of your neck as he freed his cock, and eagerly positioned himself up against you. With his back leaned against the chair, he lowered your hips down so he speared you onto him inch by inch. Your face screwed up with the intrusion, a small cry escaping you once he was fully hilted, the head of his cock nestled against your cervix.
His hand moved north to your chest, and he squeezed your breasts through your shirt. With a strangled groan, he began to move, rolling his hips up into you as he grinded against your ass. His cock was covered in your slick, the sight gleaming against the bright light of his set up.
āA-Ah,ā you gasped, your hands clinging onto the armrests for dear life as he picked up the pace, hips snapping against you.
āDamn, youāre so fucking tight. So perfect for me,ā he gritted out, pumping into you with enthusiastic zeal. He used you freely, and you loved every second of it. You tried to read the onslaught of comments popping in the chat, but you couldnāt make out more than a few wordsāyou were too drunk on the feeling of his cock pistoning into you.
āOh my god,ā you drew the words out in a breathless moan, and you felt his hands flex into the dips of your hips.
āYes,ā he growled out. āI am your god.ā His hips punctuated each syllable harshly, and you gasped at each thrust.
āFuck, fuck, fuck!ā you sobbed out as he fell into a wild frenzy, fucking into you so hard you were certain you would be sore later. But he was too intoxicating, moaning so deliciously in your ear, that your pleasure was building at an alarming rate.
āW-Wait, Iā¦mmm, I-Iāmāā you babbled out nonsensically, but he didnāt ease up his brutal pace. Your eyes screwed shut and you bit down on your bottom lip. The sound of his balls slapping against you tipped you over the edgeāthe pleasure was all too much.
You came with a cry, clear liquid squirting from you as it hit the edge of the desk and wetted his keyboard. Edwardās hand flew to your clit, rubbing furiously to extend your orgasm, sending droplets this way and that, making an utter mess of the chair and computer.
Within seconds he was pulling out to shoot pearlescent ropes of cum all over your skin, his climax ripping through him violently as he choked out a strained, muffled sound. You leaned your head back against his shoulder as he gently slapped his cock against your folds, spreading his cum around so that it mixed with your own juices.
Jus$tice_anycost: annnnnd im saving this one to my desktop folderā¦ :P
Riddlemesaved: guys I just came so fucking hard I thought I died for a sec
Eyeswideopen98: otp (Ė ĖĢ£Ģ£Ģ„āĖĢ£Ģ£Ģ„Ā )ć„ā”
You felt your lover shift beneath you, hugging you to his chest as he leaned forward. His hand moved for the mouse, and he read the comments. His eyes crinkled slightly in what must have been a satisfied smile. āThanks everyone for attending tonightās meeting,ā he spoke, his altered voice deep and content. āThatās all for now, so be sure to tune in next time for more info on our next rally.ā
He clicked his mouse a few times, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep your limp body upright against him. You focused on steadying your breathing, and craned your next to kiss his cheek. With that, the little red light flickered off.
ššššššš: Clark fucks you to the point of overstimulation.
šššššš/šššššššš: Explicit/F!Reader
šššš: plot, p-in-v, creampies, hotel sex, colleague!reader, overstimulation, breast play, titty!loving clark, soft!dom clark
š/š: 2.5k
what the hell did you do?
three, gruelling, hours.
i ā i don't know. olsen's email, i clicked the link and everythingā¦just..
that's how long you'd been pacing back and forth, sputtering words out like some bullshit-paranormal-ovilus. trying to reconstruct your drafted keynote speech.
it won't start. oh my GOD. OH MY GOD.
when clark had finally gotten you to settle, you were both shoulder-to-shoulder on the bed, with your backs against the headboard. scattered notes lay between you, sentences struck-through and highlighted.
it was nearing 11pm when you hear a grating, peppy rap to the door.
you already knew who it'd been before unlatching the chains. after all, there'd only been one specific dork who'd knock to the tune of a shave and a haircut.
every. damn. time.
there's a slight intrigue in seeing him off the clock, though. greedily, your gaze cards through him, head to toe ā navy plaid sweats, paired with a plain shirt that'd definitely looked like it'd gone soft after several washes. his hairs endearingly curled all wrong from the shower he must've taken before coming here.
"iā¦forgot my laptop charger," he tries, almost like he'd sensed he was about to get a face full of hardwood.
"ask concierge."
"ā¦you were right across the hall."
"so?"
"just need to check my email before going down for the night. i'll be quick. promise."
you think about slamming the door shut on him. but then your eyes remain fixated ā to the worn out collar, down to the sleeves of his shirt, tastefully taut around the biceps. it doesn't take more than a moment's hesitation before you proceed to nudge the door open with your heels.
the room you were given had been the same as his, clark notes. same carpet, dusty mod curtains, and a framed painting of what's certainly a cheap replica of an actual designer painting. though your room, had acquired that homey lived-in feel even after three days of being in the borrowed space. shoes were kicked off haphazardly by the entryway, and a luggage half-opened with what he thinks were intimates spilling from it. he carefully averts his gaze from that to the mess on your bed.
clark opts to sit cross-legged by the foot of the queen frame, bigger, wider limbs awkwardly folded until he had your laptop balanced on his knees.
"be quick with it. i want to take a bath. and practice." you call out, kicking your suitcase shut in haste.
which really, was code for, i want to jerk off as soon as you leave this room.
you think that a sight of any man might've done it for you, considering how you were presently eyeing clark, particularly at his forearms, which normally wasn't in view with the ill-fitting sports coat he had on most of the time. it was embarrassing how pent up you'd been this entire month, the oogling, was quickly interrupted by his voice.
"uhā¦" he's hem and hawing, clearly.
"mm." you lift your head up to meet his gaze, and then frown at the guilty dog look he's sized you with far too often.
"what the hell did you do?"
ā¦despite everything up to this point, clark had actually been helpful.
specific phrasings, concepts and anecdotes, he'd completed one of your every thought to the point you think your heart might have fluttered at his competency. though the question remained, and you were genuinely perplexed at how he'd managed to corrupt your draft by clicking on a 'link.'
it's only after he'd helped you revive the draft of your speech through your combined memories, that you pointed out how clicking on a link would've led to that disaster.
"it was a link, then some button," he insists, collecting the scribbled final draft, in chronological order.
"some button wouldn't do that." you pause, staring at him with a suspicious glint in your eyes.
"wait," he raises his palm to shush you, finding a convenient segue as he counts the pages of notes out loud. "fourā¦five, six. is that all?"
your attention similarly follows his line of sight. scanning through the words in practised precision. "you'reā¦right. i think we got it."
he holds his gaze on yours, nodding with a sheepish smile. "yeah."
"we got it!" you squeak, turning to him. clark mirrors your excitement, his hand shooting up in a high-five that was left up in the air. instead, you've thrown your arms around him, practically leaping into him.
clark catches you with ease, despite his surprise. the gentle tug to the back of your waist has your thighs perfectly slotted between his meatier, parted ones. instinctively, you climb higher. palms sliding down the expanse of his back, until he has you securely snug against him.
the closeness is instantly apparent, and clark's completely zeroed in on the sensation, the softness of your chest, evidently lacking any support beneath, now resting soft, pliable and flush on him. it occurs to you after a beat of silence, pulling back just enough to peer up at him. you blink, hoping he didn't feel the embarrassingly loud thump against your chest at the proximity.
"sorry." you blurt, noticing how glasses have slid down the bridge of his nose, "knee..jerk reaction," stupidly, you take the liberty to push it higher up the curve.
clark on the other hand. looked down-right pained.
gods, please don't say jerk when you're this close to me.
the fight leaves him all at once, head slumping right by your eyeline in defeat. "it'sā¦fine."
you catch a whiff of patchouli and mint wafting from his curls, and grit your jaw.
"i'm uhā¦sorry about screwing up your first draft."
leisurly, you shift, settling between his parted thighs, in no obvious hurry to tear away from him. "we pulled it backā¦soā¦" and because you can't hold yourself in check, "ā¦maybe next time, don't open weird porn links from james."
that gets him to snap his head up, eyes blown out wide. "wh ā ā¦what. how did you ā"
"browser histories exist."
"ah..ā¦of course." he's nodding, mumbling awkwardly to himself, face now buried into his hands ā that's great. fantastic. good job, clark. ma should've put me back into the stupid pod.
"hey."
he doesn't answer.
"earth to clark." you press, tilting your head to meet his eyeline.
"mmn." he manages, peeking through his fingers.
"that pent up, huh?"
"please," he squeaks, "i-i'm mortified as is ā"
both your palms come to rest by his wrists. pulling it down so you could properly see his face.
"opening it while i was barely a foot from you. kind ofā¦insulting."
clark doesn't think he has it in him to speak. not when you were looking up at him, eyes half-lidded and full of fucking need. so, his tongue catches his lower lip, trying to think of something, anything to say. "i wasn't going to make a move on you when you were stressed out and ā"
"so you admit that's what you actually were here for?"
his lips press taut, lowering his hands, and effectively, yours as well, until they rested on your thighs. "stop talking. please." he tries, deep blue eyes practically pleading for you to put him out of his misery.
you consider, teeth catching your lower lips, glinting at the crack in his voice. "yeah? or what?"
that seems to get him to abandon niceties, lips slotting against yours finally. he tilts his head, deepening the kiss without giving you a chance to tease him any longer. not that you would.
not right now, at least. not when you wanted to fuck him so badly that you'd made the move first to clamber onto his lap. clark welcomes it, with a breathy whimper into your mouth, encouraging the closeness until he could feel that tantalising softness of your tits pressed against his chest.
"mmph ā couldn't, couldn't stop thinking about these." the words were emphasised by a rough grope of your chest, squeezing and kneading a tit as he groaned.
"i-i know," you gasp, missing his lips when you try to go back in for another. clark tilts his head for you as your kisses go off-course, travelling up his jawline ā his breathing heavier by the second at your mouthing.
"ā¦youā¦you know?" his hands slide down your spine, mindlessly squeezing the globes of your ass, hips a mind of its own as they match your little grinds.
"nghāā¦fuck. notā¦you're not that subtle." your grunts, vibrate against his hot skin, "staringā¦at me whenever i moved. w-whenever they moved."
clark swears his cock twitched, just at the memory from earlier. every notion, every shift, and he'd seen that erotic perk of your nipples beneath your shirt.
his hands slide upward, along with the hem of your shirt, just to free the sight he'd been dying for.
"ā¦fuck. ugh. fuck." they're stuttered whispers, at best, but you feel it in the next second. the inexplicable stiffening of his cock beneath his trousers, just at the sight of your tits.
your hips arch instinctively, as though you wanted to get them as close as his face as possible, and you can't help but let a soft moan out.
"shit. i-i, please. can i suck them? please?"
the answer doesn't come through words, but the gentle entanglement of your digits through his curls, nudging his face to your middle. clark doesn't hesitate, his mouth wrapping around the fat with a grunt.
"ngh!"your hips circle at the base, broken, pained whimpers leaving you grinding helplessly as he suckles the fat around your tits. purposefully avoiding where would elicit the most pleasure for you. his hands are soon to follow, squeezing them together. then, he finally dragged his tongue past the stiffened peaks of your areolas, uncaring at the graze of his teeth past your buds.
"must beā¦going crazy. taste like candy."
"m-nnh, too ā t-too rough!" you manage, making no effort to push him away. it felt far too good, the slight sting and stimulation his tongue and teeth were providing your nipples with. every sensitive pull serves to send shockwaves down your spine, paired with the loud smacks of his suckles echoing the room.
you peer down, only to see his glasses crooked, with a mouthful of your tit.
"mmphāssh'rryā¦" the sight in itself, paired with the wet, hard length rubbing at your clit is far too much. quivers of your thighs bring you back to reality, and you've realised that you'd cum.
he looks at you, growing harder at the sight of how flustered and confused you seem.
"goshā¦s'fuckinā¦cute. are you upset? that you came?"
when you don't answer, clark turns you over, towering above your body, "let's get you to cum f'me some more, mm?"
"want that?"
meekly, you nod, face buried by the sheets when his fingers cup your pussy, right beneath your waistband. slick coats his palm, and he amply smears it along your folds, rubbing you until you've tilted your hips, just to meet his touches. "wan'it, please."
clark hums, and in a decisive motion, plugs your wet pussy with two digits.
a loud, muffled moan resounds, and he takes it as encouragement to gently fuck your cunt ā with his impossibly thick and wide digits, curling, circling within your gummy walls. it borders on unbearable, the dull ache that somehow only grows more potent despite the thrusts of his fingers.
"s'not enough." you bleat, shaking your head as tears begin to prick the corner of your eyes. "not ā fuck, it's not enough, clark ā"
"jesusā¦greedy girl." he groans, ridding his fingers from your cunt with effort.
clark takes a moment to breathe, it's not that he didn't want to fuck you. he just thinks the second he slips right into that sweet, wet pussy of yours ā pulsing visually at the emptiness of his fingers, he might just break.
the second he sees a glimpse if your tear-stricken cheeks, on the other hand?
"can't fucking do this t'me." he chokes, free hand forcing your face to look at him. he wanted to squeeze you, meld you to him. clark shakes his head, his hand sliding beneath his trousers to angle his cock, messy with his own pre, directly to your cunt.
"breathe."
there's no politeness to his words any more. no sweetness. just pure, unbridled need.
his cock stretches by your entrance right after the warning he gives, forcing its way past the initial tightness.
"fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!" the words practically spill as you feel every inch of him, go deeper and deeper into you. "clark ā"
"m'right here. c'mon. breathe." he lowers his head, inhaling your skin while he stuffs you full of his cock. you're nodding through the encouragement, on your tippy-toes on the sheets, thighs quivering as you manage to take him entirely.
"i-is it?"
"yeah." he pants, looking at you intently, "good job, sweetheart. gonna move, okay?"
you nod sharply, melting into his shoulders as he gradually thrusts. heavy, circling motions to get you just a little more used to the sensation before he begins to fuck his hips into you.
"ah ā.. gosh. so āā¦" his words, barely making it past mere grunts, low against your pulse. he doesn't stop, even as he feels the uncontrollable quiver of your thighs. they're gently coaxed around his hips, and you feel rubbing some of the goosebumps away.
"so good. so, so good." he rambles, pulling back to press his forehead against yours.
you're panting into his mouth, senses dulled as he continues to fuck you, to use you past your overstimulation. eventually, the aching grows much more potent in your belly, a new wave of climax that approaches you, fuelled by the sounds of his abdomen smacking against yours, slick with your cum.
"g-gonna cum. just, mh ā a little more."
at this point, you're completely out of it, nodding, moaning incoherently as he drives his thick cock into you, over and over. his hips pick up, fucking you much harder. "clark!" you squeak, shaking your head, trying desperately to get him to stop, or give it to you harder with weak little presses to his chest ā you just didn't know anymore.
"i-i know baby, i know, i know."
with a hasty manoeuvre, his mouth crashes into yours, messily tangling his tongue into your mouth as he finally breaks. fucking deep spurts of his cum into you in heavy snaps. the weight of him against your belly coaxes the final orgasm you didn't know you had left, with fluids of your arousal splattering against the narrow space where you both were connected.
he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, unfazed by the mess pooling beneath you.
"h-hahh..ah..that wasā¦"
you would've probably chewed him out for fucking you to the point of squirting.
fem! reader, mdni. 0.9k words. cw: it all kinda feels like too much for reader so she cries just a smidge (you're getting too good a dicking) no use of safe word or crying kink or anything like that, just some momentary comfort then they continue
it's not so much that you're sensitive, rather youĀ feelĀ a lot. and with Clark, you almost always feelĀ everything.Ā
he has that effect on you, especially when he'sĀ onĀ you.Ā
maybe tonight you were just feeling particularly fragile. maybe a little overwhelmed by your day and it all coalesced into a heaping pile of vulnerability right underneath Clark. he's sort of smothering you, skin fused with yours as he keeps you enveloped within his tight hold. like a kind of caging, your tits sandwich with the beef of his chest above you ā pressure firm, as if he's eager to stay exactly as is.Ā
it's slow. it's deep and controlled, his grinds into you. each push of his cock reaching further and further into you; so much so it's like you can feel him knocking at your lungs, hindering and staggering your every breath.Ā
his happy trail skims at the lower of your stomach with each wind atop you, fuzzy hairs rubbing against your skin with the obscenely close distance he has above you. with the closeness of it all, he has his face buried in the crook of your neck; lips slightly parted on your collarbone as he sears sporadic, timely kisses just below.
yours is somewhat similar, head tipped back into the pillow, chin occasionally nudging and bumping at the meat of his opposing shoulder with each pant you choke out. you hold him tight and dear, arms enveloped around his back with fingers hooked into his skin, nails just shy of making visible marks either side of his spine.Ā
Clark's great with you, in every sense of the word. you knew that if you were to say something, to announce it ā he'd hear you and act upon it. you knew that if you told him you were starting to feel too much, he'd stop. though you weren't sure if that's what you wanted, for it to stop.Ā
your pants and gasps grow silent in that way they often do when he's fucking you this good, your sounds of utter bliss becoming unsystematic in the time in which they're choked out. and it's as your body holds out on lewd and vocal response that you feel your eyes well ā tears brimming quickly and thickly.Ā
he's so lost in it that he doesn't realise, doesn't notice the slight salty smell blooming in your eyes or hear the difference in your hearts rhythm. he's selfishly consumed by the warm wrapping of you cunt around him and the feel of your skin against his that he's grown unaware.Ā
and it's only when he feels you clamp suddenly around him and hears you hiccup a stifled sob, that he pulls his face from the side of your throat. he peers himself up and his eyes flicker over your face; movement quick and attentive so as to assess you sooner.Ā
his winds halt, and it's then you tighten your thighs at the lower of his hips. like you're wordlessly telling him to resume, directionally trying to nudge him into you, even. though he's far,Ā farĀ stronger than you so that doesn't happen. instead, he lifts himself off you ever so slightly, keen to see more of you for a moment.
"too much?" he whispers his ask, voice sort of regretful ā like he knew himself to be the reason for your tears.
your arms tighten around him and you reach up to kiss his lips. kissing him again, you pull back and shake your head; motion small and sure.Ā
"positive?" his eyes soften a smidgen, brows furrowing as he looks down at you.Ā
his gaze drifts to the little trail of wet running off the side of your face, and it's then he retracts his hand from behind your head to rid the evidential mark of something overwhelming. he's careful as he swipes away the bead of wet, thumb moving in a gentle caress to absorb the tear.
you nod against him and reach up to kiss him once more. one hand from his mid back trails downwards, palm gliding down his skin until you reach the top of his ass. your clasped hold pushes on him, like you're silently directing him to continue and wind into you again.Ā
and while your pushes and nudges are tempting, he knows he can never fully continue until he knows the reasoning behind your tears. he'd feel wrong to resume while you're so clearly wracked with reluctant emotion.
but you know him well, you can piece together what the expression on his face means. so you reassure him, rather than answer strings of questions.
"it's just really good," you assure.
he smiles shyly a moment. his forehead lowers to yours, weight pressed firm to you as he nuzzles the tip of his nose into yours just below his.Ā
"you're sure?" he hums, speaking soft against you.
you nod slightly and his head moves with yours. "positive," you hum, and further your pandering tries on the top of his ass.Ā
"you'd tell me if you weren't?" he confirms, swallowing thickly as he eases his hips into you again.Ā
you choke out a gasp when you feel him fully inside again, the entirety of his well-endowed, kryptonian cock filling you to the brim.Ā
"of course."
the only way he can continue now, is if he can see your face. if he can see your eyes and the faces you make as he repeatedly pushes into you.Ā
he can't enjoy himself if he's not sure that you are too.
I just know Clark Kent feels so bad after sex after you beg him to be mean to you. Your sweet soft faced boy scout of a boyfriend who doesnāt even swear is never ever mean to you even at his worst moments.
Heād kick himself for ever hurting your feelings. Heās a gentle giant. But heās also superman with alien like strength and a stupidly hot body that makes you drool and while you love sweet sex with him. God you want him to wrap you in headlock and call you the meanest things so badly. Just once to see how it feels. After weeks of assuring him that you want this and that youād always stop him if it got too much, he agreed.
Now poor Clark slips into the roll a little too well for his liking. God the way his stomach twists and the imaginary scolding his ma would give him if she ever knew the words that he was whispering in to your ear. Heās got you pinned to the bed. Hands intertwined with yours keeping you right where he wants you. His cock is pounding into you with as much restraint as he can manage. His chest resting just a little on your back as he attempts to be everywhere at once.
āSuch a slut for me hm? You like being nothing but a toy meant to just lie there and take it. Isnāt that right honey?ā
even in his attempts to be mean he canāt help but let that pet name slip through. Youāre whining and moaning so loud he should shove you into the pillow so the neighbors donāt hear. But you sound so fucking sweet he just canāt. Youāre loving every moment. Your boyfriends deep brooding superman voice is so sexy especially when heās calling you a whore. You donāt think youāve ever come harder in your life and honestlyā¦neither does Clark.
But as soon as the euphoria washes away its replaced by mild panic.
āCan I make you pancakes?ā
He blurts out as he sees the way your legs still shake from ghost of your orgasm. You stare at him in disbelief as the man stands in all his glory, flushed face and eyes blown wide as he someone shrinks down his massive frame as he frantically reassures himself he didnāt cross a line.
āI justā¦I feel bad calling you aā¦you know.ā
The man blushes. He just fucked you within an inch of your life and whispered the hottest and dirtiest things and now he refuses to say it again. You canāt help the laugh as you reach your arms out. Clark leaning down into your embrace as you kiss him softly.
āGod youāre so adorable.ā
Thatās your boy scout, the love of your life making pancakes for dinner because he just canāt fathom being mean to you. Even if you asked.
ā¦Clark Masterlist - Read on aO3! - Main Masterlistā¦
ā¦summary: all week, clark's been acting strange. he won't go near you, won't look at you, and by friday he's vanished all together. everyone seems to know why but you. but nothing's going to keep you away from him. not for that long.ā¦
ā¦warnings/tags: enemies to lovers, secret identity shenanigans, emotional angst, fluff, sex pollen, sex pollen level smut, a little plot for the porn (male masturbation, manhandling, clark's feral, emotional sex, dry humping, blowjobs and facefucking, dumbification, dirty talk, sensitive reader, finger sucking, clark gets nasty, body worship, crazy overstimulation, sex pollen stamnia, fingering, oral f!recieving, begging, praise kink, monster dick clark, he fucks like a machine, breeding kink), no use of y/n, no descrption of readerā¦
ā¦wc: 10.5kā¦
ā¦author's note: request and voted fic! i got. real horny with itā¦
Clark has been acting strange all week.
He got into work on Monday with a red face, and you didnāt question it. He runs everywhere. Itās a little ridiculous he doesnāt have a red face more.
āWant some water?ā Youād tapped on his desk, and heād let out a sharp breath.
āYeah.ā His voice had been strangely rough, his glasses almost slipping off his nose. āWater- Water would be nice. Thank you.
He hadnāt looked you in the eyes.
Not when you brought the water to his desk, or for the rest of the day. When you got in the next morning, he was already at his desk, but didnāt do more than mumble a good morning. His shoulders had squared and rippled, when youād walked past.
Youād gone to the bathroom, and made sure you didnāt reek of something rancid. Maybe there was a sulfur leak in your apartment and youād just gotten used to it. Maybe youād stepped in dog poop on the train and no oneās told you.
āDo I smell bad?ā Youād asked Jimmy, and heād looked at you like your were crazy.
āI donāt know? I donāt go around smelling people like a- A serial killer-ā
āIām not asking you to smell me like a serial killer.ā Youād hissed, leaning down to block him in his chair. āIām asking you to smell me like a friend, Lois smells me all the time-ā
āThen go ask Lois!ā
āLois is in Gotham, I canāt ask Lois-ā
āThen ask Clark, heāll be happy to smell me-ā
Jimmy had eyed you suspiciously. āIf this is some weird mating dance, Iām not interested-ā
āItās not a mating dance!ā
āIt seems like a mating dance-ā
āItās not-ā Youād shaken your head. āJust stop being a fucking pussy and smell me!ā
Someone had cleared their throat behind you. Jimmyās eyes had widened, fixed right over your shoulder, and youād known who it was before you turned.
You know that low, controlled sound. You know the rush that his attention brings, and the shiver up your spine whenever heās close. You close your eyes tight, breathing through your nose, and turn to Clark with a plastered smile.
āHi, Clark! No one was trying to smell anyone-ā
You cut yourself off when you see him. You almost forget how to speak.
Heās a wreck. Curly hair is plastered to his brow, his white button up is more sweat stains than dry spots, and thereās a vein pushing out of his neck that seems painful. His glasses keep trying to slip off his nose, and heās shifting like even just standing is uncomfortable. Heās pale and red all at once, ruddy in his face and paper white in his fists. The flush deepens near his neck, and returns to his arms right before the cut off of his rolled up sleeves. Heās breathing through his mouth.
His eyes are black, and gleaming.
You scramble away from Jimmy, yanking yourself back from going to press a hand to Clarkās brow.
Clark takes a jagged, stumbling step back.
You look back to Jimmy, and he gives you a tight shake of his head. He doesnāt know what to do either. Youāve never seen Clark with so much as a paper cut, and now it looks like he needs a hospital.
āHey, buddy.ā Jimmy tries, voice soft. Like heās speaking to a feral animal. āYou feeling alright?ā
Clark jerks his head to Jimmy, and his nostrils flare. Like heād almost forgotten Jimmy was there.
Jimmy leans back. And you know he doesnāt mean to. Itās Clark. The softest, sweetest heart you know, shoved into a giantās body.
But like this, Clark doesnāt look like a man. He looks like something thatās crawled out of your darkest wet dream. Like something that should be in the sky, fighting Superman. With the black eyes and sudden, jagged movements, he looks like an animal.
He looks dangerous.
And he doesnāt respond right away. Clark stares at Jimmy, breathing heavily, then squeezes his eyes shut. You and Jimmy exchange another worried look. If heās been corrupted by somethingāin this world, you canāt rule anything outāand he attacks, youāre not sure you can fight him off. Emotionally or physically. Clarkās huge, heād crush Jimmy with one fist and youād be nothing but an annoying fly to be swatted across the room.
But whateverās going on with Clark, he seems to drag it under control. He opens his eyes, and a thin ring of blue is back.
āIām fine.ā He rasps, staring at Jimmy. āJust- Didnāt sleep well. You know.ā
Jimmy blinks. āNo, uh- I donāt-ā
Clark looks at you.
And you could swear the blue flickers, when your eyes meet.
āYou smell good.ā He mutters.
He turns like somethingās dragging him, and walks away. You and Jimmy stand there for about three more minutesāin total baffled silenceābefore Jimmyās mouth falls open.
āWhat the fuck is up with him?ā
Nobody seems to be sure.
On Tuesday, he seems a little better. He eats lunch with you. Wheels his chair next to yours like usual while heās editing, because you always catch typos he misses, and heās a good reporter but not the best writer.
āYou canāt use that word here.ā You tap his laptop screen. He frowns.
āThere are no other words I could use, though-ā
āCorrupt?ā
āBut- Oh.ā He sighs, hitting backspace. āSee? Thatās why youāre the expert.ā
You laugh softly, and Clark gives you his usual small, almost shy smile.
āHowās your piece coming?ā He asks kindlyāalways kindlyāand you groan.
āDogshit.ā
āIām sure itās not that bad-ā
āMy main source backed out.ā You grumble. āLike a little baby bitch. I canāt make this level of accusations again LuthorCorp without a source, itās asking for a defamation lawsuit, and after the last one Perry would kill me-ā
āBut you won the last one.ā Clark frowns, and you give him a pointed look.
āYeah. Because I had a source.ā
āAh. Right.ā He pauses, pushing his glasses slowly up his nose.
You watch the movement as subtly as possible. You love it when he does that. Itās a tiny, adorable quirk that makes you want to rip his hand away and push them up yourself.
āWhat if I said I have a source for you?ā He asks softly, and you perk up.
āReally?ā
āYeah, really.ā He grins. āYou know, Iād think youād have faith in me, I wouldnāt lie about that-ā
āShut up, Iām excited-ā
āI can tell.ā He boops your nose, and you stick your tongue out at him.
He does that all the time. He says you get a bunny nose when youāre excited about something, and then you hit him because nothing about you is bunny like.
Sometimes you say that, and he chuckles.
You have no idea. He mutters under his breath.
And sometimes he hits your nose, and your breath hitches because he touched you.
Today you keep it under control.
Itās Clark that freezes. Coughs and goes red, wheeling his chair an inch back. You frown at him, ready to ask whatās wrong, but he shakes his head like heās already denying you an answer.
āItās- Uh- Superman.ā
You blink. āWhat?ā
āSuperman can be your source.ā He grunts, shifting in his chair. āI can ask him to. For you.ā
āI- You donāt have to.ā
āI want to.ā
āI can find someone else-ā
āNo, I- Iāve got it.ā
He stares at you. You stare back, heart swelling with something sweeter than you usually allow it to feel.
Youāre used to your feelings for Clark. You try not to think about them, especially not in his presence. Thereās no amount of love youād risk your friendship for.
But he makes that rule hard to follow sometimes. When he starts being stupidly perfect.
You smile at him, wide and unrestrained. āThank you.ā
He nodsātight and jerkedāstares for a long, long moment. He shoots to his feet.
āI have to go to the bathroom!ā He announces to the whole bullpen.
Clark sprints away. Jimmy gives you a questioning look, and you shake your head.
He doesnāt come back for an hour. When he does, his face is wholly red again.
Heās back to not looking you in the eyes. Back to looking so sick youāre worried he might be going feral.
And you have no idea what to do.
Lois gets back on Wednesday, and the first thing she says to you is Whatās up with Smallville? Perry corners you at your desk to ask if youāve got any idea whatās Clarkās been up to that might be doing this to him. Steve loudly jokes that everyone should be placing bets on when Clark passes out. Cat keeps trying to bring him teaāa thin guise so she can suggest home remedies to whatever super hangover he hasāand Clark always drinks it with shaking hands.
He listens to all her suggestions without interrupting, but whenever Jimmy suggests Urgent Careāyouāve given up on trying to get him to the ERāClark grunts a sound like no and wonāt hear another word.
Youāre getting really worried. Everyone gets sick, but Clarkās always talking about his very good immune system.
And nobody gets sick like this. Legally, Perry should be making him go home, but no one can get close enough to confirm a fever, and itās somehow not effecting his work performance.
āClark.ā You sit on the edge of his desk, keeping your voice soft. āYou need to go to a doctor.ā
His whole body locks up. His fingers freeze on his keyboard, and he bows his head like heās in prayer.
āClark-ā
āPlease.ā He says, so quiet you almost miss it. āBack up.ā
You blink. āBack up?ā
He nods, and thereās a sting in your heart.
He hasnāt asked anyone else to back up.
But you slide off his desk, and take a single step back. Another, when he doesnāt relax from the first.
You clear your throat, tucking your hands behind your back. Clark lets out a heavy, ragged exhale, and looks up.
He still wonāt fully meet your gaze. His darkened eyes are fixed right over your head, and you try not to let it hurt more than it already does.
āClark.ā Youāve lost a little bit of nerve. You try not to let him hear it. āThe doctor-ā
āI donāt need a doctor.ā He tells the ceiling, and you sigh.
āYouāre sick-ā
āNo. Iām not.ā
āDude, I- I can feel your fever from here.ā The heat, rolling off his body like heās an active star. āAt least just go so they can say youāre not sick.ā
He doesnāt answer. You almost take a step forward, before reeling yourself back. He doesnāt want you too close.
āPlease?ā You say. āIt would make all of us feel better.ā
That makes him look at you. For just a split second, barely a heartbeat, but long enough.
His eyes go wholly back. He wheels his chair backwards, like thereās something toxic coming off of you that heās trying to avoid.
And it hurts. It hurts so much your face burns with shame, and your stomach does a sick clench of pain.
Itās never fun, for the man youāve quietly been in love with for years, to look at you like youāre proximity might kill him.
The only thing that stops you from crying is worry for him.
But thatās not enough to hold back the crack in your voice.
āClark- Please-ā
He shakes his head, jaw clenching. You swallow, and take another step back.
āOh- Okay. Sorry.ā
You turn on your heels. Behind you, Clark rasps your name.
And you look back. You canāt help it.
But all he does is stare at you.
So you walk away.
Clark doesnāt come in on Thursday. Jimmy goes to check on him, but wonāt report back on what he finds. When he gets back to the office, his face is bloodless and eyes wider than an owl.
āIs he-ā
āHeās not sick.ā Jimmy stares at you like youāre a ghost. āHeās- Um- We should- Give him space.ā
You frown. āBut-ā
āLots of space.ā Jimmy mutters under his breath, already walking away. āAnd maybe me some bleach. Freakinā- Gross-ā
Lois comes up next to you, watching Jimmy head into the bathroom. Youāre wringing your hands, lips pressed in a painfully tight line, and Lois grabs your wrists.
āDonāt go visit him.ā
You shoot her a glare. āI wasnāt going to-ā
āYes, you were.ā She raises her brows. āDonāt.ā
āBut-ā
āDonāt.ā
āWhat if he needs something-ā
āI texted his cousin. She knows what to do.ā
āToā¦ā You narrow your eyes, pulling your hands from Loisā grip. āYou know whatās going on with him, donāt you.ā
Lois shrugs. āYeah. Maybe.ā
āLois-ā
āHeās going to be fine.ā She says, giving you a firm look. āDonāt check on him.ā
She walks away without another word.
On Friday, you go to Clarkās apartment.
You donāt go inside. Loisā voice keeps ringing in your head, and while youāre more than willing to disobey her, itās the way sheād said it.
Donāt.
His door is right there.
Loisā voice fills the gaps in city noise. Pointed and direct. Almost hopeless. Like she knew you wouldnāt listen.
Donāt.
You made him soup, because youāre pathetic. Heād left his jacket at work on Wednesday, and youād brought it home to clean up before returning it. Youād had a whole painted daydream made of pastels and watercolor, where youād give Clark his jacket, heād swoon with how romantic that is, and then kiss you.
But like real watercolor, the colors bleed and run. Blur together. Itās too fuzzy a picture to be reality.
You stand at his door. You donāt remember walking inside the building.
Donāt.
But you want to.
Donāt.
He could need someone, what if his cousin was busy, what if heās been waiting for you to check on him-
Donāt.
Loisā voice isnāt louder than your heartbeat. But itās level. And your pulse is erratic in your throat and fingers.
And you keep seeing Clarkās face. Keep thinking of how heād been stiffer than concrete, until youād moved away.
He wouldnāt want to see you right now. Heād made that clear.
You put the soup and jacket on the doorstep, and ring the doorbell.
Before Clark can open it, you walk away.
On Saturday, you hole up in your apartment and work.
Itās aĀ distraction. Anything not to think of Clark. To think of how sick he is, how he might be in pain, how he might need help but not from you. How lately he canāt stand to be in the same room as you, and apparently everyone gets to know whatās going on with him except you-
You groan, tipping your head back against the couch.
This is exactly what youāre trying not to think about.
Itās hard, though. Impossibly hard. If only because you open your email, and see a bunch of messages from Clark. You open Teams, and his messages are pinned at the top. You send Jimmy something, and have to include Clark as a contributor. Lois sends you something, and Clark is CCād.
Heās everywhere. You canāt stop checking your phone for a message, even if Jimmy says heās basically out of commission. Canāt really do anything right now, heād grumbled, making a sour face. Tooā¦ Sick.
Heād said it weird, but everything about this is weird.
Usually youād talk to Clark about that.
You miss him.
Goddamnit.
Apparently, youāre very bad at not thinking about Clark.
You busy yourself. Clean the apartment, do the laundry, waste the day, donāt think about Clark.
He gave you this pencil. Let you borrow thisĀ sweater, that youāve been hoarding like a dragon with gold since. Sent you the cheesecake in the back of your fridge as a birthday present, and it had been horrible but youād kept it anyway.
You lie flat on the floor, and fail not to think about Clark a little more. Maybe you should text him. Just so he knows youāre thinking of him. Or text Lois and ask for his cousinās number, so you can ask her if heās okay. Or let the anxiety fully overpower Loisā voice in your head, and go visit him.
Youāre about to go with that last option, when thereās a bang on your window. You shoot up with wide eyes, expecting a massive bird.
Instead you find Superman, standing in your fire escape. Itās hard to see him, in the shadows of dusk. His head is strangely bowed, his shoulders slumped in a way youāve never seen on TV. Maybe heās just more casual, when heās doing home visits.
But why is he home visiting you.
Usually that would freak you out. This week, itās just another fucking thing.
You open the window slowly, poking your head outside.
āHello?ā
Superman looks up at you, and your mouth goes dry.
He doesnāt look well.
Red and pale face, messed up hair, heaving chest. Clenched fists, sweat-slicken face, blown out eyes with barely a ring of blue-
Like Clark.
Just like Clark.
And itās not just the ragged appearance. Itās something deeper. Itās the way heās staring at you like heāsĀ worried youāre going to attack him. Like heās restraining himself from moving, like youāre a repellant and he wants to fly away.
Or something else.
Without the glasses, thereās something else.
He looks desperate. The shadows on his face look longer. Maybe itās just the sickness overtaking him, but he looks hungry. Desperate and starved. Thereās an openness on his face that wasnāt there before. And heās not looking at you like heās afraid or skittish.
Heās looking at you like heās a predator. Like youāre prey.
āClark?ā
āIām here for your interview-ā
You speak at the same time. Your voice is a breath. SupermanāClark? āpushes out his words like they hurt, and falters in a second.
He stumbles back like heās been hit. You scramble forward to catch him, your body not worried about anything but Clark is going to fall.
Your hand wraps around his wrist. He makes a deep, rumbling sound from his chest. Almost a growl.
His eyes flutter. He moans out your name, trying to tug weakly away.
āClark- Wait-ā
Supermanās body goes slack, and he collapses in your arms.
At one in the morning on Sunday, too much is happening.
You put ClarkāSuperman? āin your bed. Took his temperature and dropped the thermometer in shock.
Heās burning at 150 degrees.
He should be dead. Youāre not even sure how you touched him without burning up.
The thermometer clatters to the ground, and Clark shifts in his sleep. Groans out a garbled, pained noise that sounds like your name.
You swallow, hugging yourself tight. Itās hard not to reach out to him, but you donāt feel like you should. He hadnāt wanted you near him, and youāve already crossed a few lines by putting him in your bed.
Then he moans, ripping the thin sheets off his body.
That time it was definitely your name.
Superman moaned your name.
You back out of the room slowly, with an embarrassing amount of effort. You canāt rip your eyes away from him.
Clark in your bed, calling for you and rolling around like a rutting beast. Whateverās tormenting him isnāt enough to wake him up, but itās enough to drive you out of your mind. You bite the inside of your cheek, and force yourself to close the door. It solves the looking at him problem.
It does nothing for hearing him.
And heās loud. Youāre lucky the apartments have thick walls between units, or youād get a noise complaint. Clark is almost howling from his room, and whenever you give into temptation and go to check on him, heās somehow managed to rip another item of clothing off in his sleep.
It starts with his top. The symbol on his chest gets torn to shreds, revealing a broad, flushed chest. Heās got a small happy trail. Muscles that you want to trace, and boobs that might be bigger than yours.
Your eyes wander to his abdomen. Thereās a happy trail that leads down, down, down, and-
Oh.
Thatāsā¦ Big.
You slam the door closed, and run back to the kitchen. Cold water does nothing against the heat building in your core. You splash it on your face and drink two glasses, but you might as well be downing sea salt. Youāre thirstier than when you started.
The image seems to be burned behind your eyes. Clarkās bulge. Supermanās bulge.
You still havenāt really dealt with that.
Clark is Superman. Superman is Clark. Youāre sure. Youāve spent the last hour on the couch, sketching out timelines and checking your work. The random disappearances in the middle of the day. How youāve never seen him get drunk. The fact that heās built like a Greek god but never works out, and whenever Jimmy asks him for a routine he just says grow up on a farm. Ā
And be a Kryptonian. That would probably also help.
To be sureāyou have to be positive, before Superman wakes up and you start throwing around accusationsāyou cut out a pair of paper glasses and build up all your courage.
When you step into your room, it hits you like a tidal wave. The smell of sex, sweat and cum and something deeper. Clarkās ripped off his tights, and apparently the outside boxers are the only thing heād been using for cover.
You donāt let yourself look. Your traitorous eyes try to, but you refuse to glance past his thick thighs. You wonāt violate him like that. Youāre here for confirmation, and nothing else.
Carefully, you wipe the sticky hair from Clarkās brow. His whole body shudders under your light touch, and he bucks up to chase your fingers when you pull away. A deep whine escapes from his lips, and you swallow.
Dear lord.
Very, very slowly, you put the paper glasses on his nose. He wrinkles it, trying to buck them off, but you plant a hand on his chest.
You donāt mean to. You move before you can think.
Clark relaxes. His body goes slack like putty, save for a single hand flying to your wrist, holding tight.
He could break you. Heās Superman. Youāve watchedāalbeit from afarāhim pick up whole buildings. But his touch on you is light, as if youāre glass. His jaw relaxes. A purr rumbles under your hand, and his thumb starts to trace small circles.
You stare at him, every logical thought in your head evaporating in the heat of the room. The glasses confirmed exactly what you wanted them to.
Clark is Superman,
And somehow, thatās the least important thing thatās happening right now.
His brow is unfurrowed, his mouth hanging open as he pants out your name.
āClark?ā You breathe, and he moans.
This time, he calls your name. His eyes flutter in his sleep, and his hand starts to move. Dragging yours down his chest. Over his pecs, his ribs, to his abdomen and-
You yank away with a squeak, when you realize. Clark whines, immediately seizing up the second you pull away.
He looks like heās in pain. Your touch helped, and heād liked it, and-
No. You canāt. You wonāt. Youāre stronger than that, and heās not in his right mind. Whateverās effecting himāwhateverās strong enough to effect Supermanācanāt be letting him think clearly. It would be one thing if he asked. Another to touch him in his sleep, just because heād moved your hand there. He probably doesnāt even know itās you.
But heād been calling your name. Heās calling your name right now.
The steam of the room is getting to your head. You stumble away, squeezing your eyes shut when Clark keens in pain.
If you werenāt such a masochist, youād put in earbuds to avoid hearing him. But he keeps calling your name.
And youāre not that strong at all.
Clark wakes up at four in the morning. You havenāt even managed to close your eyes.
Youāre so dazed from the everything that you donāt hear him coming. You just realize the moans have stopped, and hear a quiet mumble of your name.
When you turn, Clarkās standing in the door of the living room.
Heās naked.
Fully naked.
And this time, youāre too tired stop your eyes from wandering.
Heās glorious. Itās not just the muscle and size of him, itās all Clark. How his flexing arms are the ones that catch up when you stumble over yourself, and his legs are the ones that bring you coffee in the morning. Those fisted hands hold your hair back when youāre sick and boop your nose. His tense knees bump against yours under almost every table, and his chest keeps you tucked safely away from the world whenever you have a meltdown.
But itās also the muscle and size of him. He looks wound up, so tight youāre worried he may snap. The coat of sweat on his skin is begging to be licked off, and his thick arms could wrap around your neck and you wouldnāt complain.
And his cock.Ā
You donāt know how he manages to walk around with that thing. Itās bigger than the toys youāve seen in shops, bigger than the ones in porn that have to be fake, bigger than the lewdest drawings on the internet. Thick and veiny, hard and standing proud. His balls are heavy, and you kind of want to put them in your mouth. Every inch of him is slicked with cum, and you realize you just licked your lips far too late.
Clark clears his throat. You look up with burning cheeks and wide eyes.
āClark, I- Iām so sorry-ā
āDonāt.ā He mutters, shifting on his feet. You can see his arms jerking wildly. Like heās actively stopping them from moving. āIām the one that should be sorry, I- I shouldnāt have come here.ā
He winces at his own word choice, rubbing a stain ofĀ release on his thigh. Heād been humpingĀ the sheets all night. Youād heard the squeak of the mattress, and-
āI broke your bed.ā He mumbles, not meeting your gaze. āIāll fix it when- This passes.ā
āClark-ā
āStop saying it like that.ā
You blink. Clark takes a deep breath, and looks up at you.
His eyes are shining. You canāt tell if itās with frustration, or sadness, or that something else.
āPlease donāt say my name. Like that, or- At all.ā His throat bobs. āIt makes everything very hard.ā
Your lips twitch, and you glance back to his dick. He sighs.
āYeah. I know. There are only so many words I can use, you know.ā
You laugh softly, despite everything.
Clark grabs the doorframe with a groan. It cracks under his hands, and he wonāt stop staring at you,.
āDonāt laugh either.ā
āI- Iām sorry-ā
āAnd donāt apologize, or- Or look at me-ā
He cuts himself off with a long moan, and you fix your gaze very pointedly on the ceiling.
āCla-ā You cut yourself off. āShould I call you Superman?ā
āNo- That- Thatās weird-ā
āKal-El?ā
āWorse.ā He grunts, and you sigh.
āI need to be able to call you something.ā
āIt would be better if you didnāt talk, actually.ā
That makes you glare at him. He winces, face scrunching in apology.
āNo, not- Not like that-ā
āNot like what-ā
āItās just, when you talk-ā
āItās hard?ā You snap, and you donāt know why youāre so mad all of a sudden. Maybe itās how you havenāt slept in almost two days.
Itās probably that. But also, something needs to break. If Clark just Supermans away after everything, youāre going to kill him.
āPlease donāt sat that word.ā Clark mumbles, and you shake your head.
āNo. Iām going to talk, and youāre going to listen and give me answers.ā
āI- I donāt think thatās a good idea-ā
āYou donāt get to decide whatās a good idea right now, boner-boy.ā
He wrinkles his nose. āThatā¦ Doesnāt seem fair.ā
āMaybe, but you know whatās also not fair?ā You cross your arms over your chest, raising your chin. āIgnoring your best friend for a week, then showing up with a fever and- And magic boner then telling her to shut up!ā
āI didnāt tell you to shut up-ā
āYou said I shouldnāt talk.ā
āI said it would be better if you didnāt talk.ā He mumbles, staring at the floor. āThatās not the same-ā
āShut up.ā
āSorry.ā
The wall cracks further. You wrinkle your nose.
āYou better fix the wall, Kent.ā
āI will. āM sorry-ā
āStop apologizing to me, and just- Just tell me whatās wrong!ā
You take a step forward. Clark shrinks back, but doesnāt move away.
āYouāre not allowed to- To be mad.ā He glances up under his lashes, and lets out another labored sigh. āBe more mad.ā
Ā Thatās notĀ promising, but your worry outweighs your anger. You nod, watching him expectantly. He closes his eyes, like he canāt bear to see your reaction. Ā
āYou know kryptonite?ā
You blink. āOf course I know kryptonite, I donāt live under a rock.ā
āRight. Well,ā he coughs. āThereās, uh- This thing. Called red kryptonite. And it doesā¦ Weird things. To me. And other Kryptonians. Which is just Kara- My cousin- I think youād like her-ā
āClark.ā
āSorry- Sorry.ā He groans. You can trace a bead of sweat down his brow.
āRed kryptonite?ā You prompt, softer than before.
His cock twitches. You try not think about it.
āI got exposed to some.ā He mumbles. āLast weekend. And it never does the same thing twice, but usually itās something likeā¦ Shrinking me. Flipping my personality, or giving me an extra power or curse or- Once it turned me into a fish-ā
āIt what-ā
āI got better.ā He says quickly. āBut itās usually immediate. This wasnāt. I- I even hoped I got lucky. That it wasnāt going to effect me at all. Then I got into the office on Monday, and saw you, andā¦ā
He trails off, words hanging in the air.
Saw you.
You activated the red kryptonite in him.
Thereās a very reasonable guess to what itās doing. You still need to hear him say it, before you do something about it.
āWhat happened when you saw me?ā You breathe, and he gives you a pleading look.
Makes a loose gesture to his erection. You bite back a smile. Heās going to need talking into this.
āClark.ā You say gently, and he groans.
āPlease donāt make me say it.ā
You give him a look, and he turns even redder than before. Stares down at his feet like a scolded child. Itās almost adorable, while also remaining impossibly hot.
āItās veryā¦ Demanding.ā He mumbles. āAbout certain things that I would like to do. And it is very particular about who I need to do it with. But- I canāt ask that of you-ā
āCanāt you?ā
Your question is quiet. You know heāll hear you.
And Clarkās head snaps up, his jaw hanging open. He shakes his head.
āYou- You canāt mean that-ā
āWhy not?ā
You take a small step forward. Clark grabs the other side of the door way, tracking your every movement with that predatory focus.
āIād like to.ā You murmur. He grunts.
āYou donāt have to pity me-ā
āItās not pity.ā
He chuckles dryly. āFeels like it. I know you donāt- Thatās not how you feel-ā
āWho says itās not how I feel?ā
You fix him with a challenging glare, and Clark swallows.
āUhhā¦ Steve?ā
You scoff. āSteveās been trying to ask me out for three years, of course heād tell you that.ā
Clark shakes his head, his whole body trembling.
Youāve stopped a foot away. More than close enough for him to grab you. But he has to make that final step himself.
āI- I could hurt you.ā He says, giving you that puppy look.
You shrug. āI like being hurt a little.ā
His cock jumps. He doubles over, and youāre a little worried heās going to break your whole apartment if he doesnāt move soon.
āClark.ā You whisper, taking a small step forward. āI trust you. And I- I want this. I want you.ā
āNo, you-ā
āDonāt tell me what I feel.ā
He shuts his mouth, still giving you that desperate look. You want to soothe him, but you just hold your ground.
āWill it hurt you?ā You ask. āIf you ignore it?ā
He nods, tight and controlled.
You steel yourself, even as your nerves start to buzz.
Not with fear.
With excitement.
āThen use me.ā You whisper, holding his darkened gaze. āPlease.ā
And Clark snaps.
He kisses you so hard you stumble. Knees buckle as Clarkās fevered lips overtake yours, and your startled squeal only lets him kiss you deeper. Your fingers fly out for something to hold onto, and find only the air.
Clark picks you up like youāre made of feathers, and thereās something steady about there being no ground at all.
If you were in your right mind, youād think something about free fall and having no worry if thereās nowhere for impact. If you can only be caught.
But youāre not in your right mind. Because Clark isnāt kissing you like a kiss.
Heās inhaling you, and itās already lighting you on fire.
Thereās a thick arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding your back. A hand wrapped around your neck, angling him to kiss as deeply asĀ he wants. His tongue presses over yours as he walks himself backwards.
You push back, and he moans. Itās the most beautiful sound youāve ever heard.
Clarkās back hits the wall, his legs sinking slightly as you make out. Nothing in his hold on you falters. If anything, it tightens. Like even with your open mouth moving against each other, thereās no way he can get close enough.
You respond to everything he gives you. Clark squeezes the back of your neck lightly, and you hum happily, smiling into the kiss. He grunts, when you thread your fingers through his hair.
He sinks further down, kisses turning short and desperate. He sucks on your lower lip, nipping softly and hauling you further up his body. Your nails dig into his scalp, and he drops his arm on your waist to grab your ass.
āClark-ā
āSo- Sorry-ā He groans, and you can feel him rolling beneath you, trying to get himself back under control. āYouāre just- So pretty, and- And soft, and-ā
He drops fully to the floor, and you start slightly when he rips his mouth from yours, before burying his face in your neck.
āSmell so good.ā He almostĀ whines. āSo good.ā
You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. Youāre the sane one right now. The Clark beneath you is still your Clark, but heās also a man whoās in a fugue state of lust. Not the mild, usually level headed, noble little dork you love.
Clark whines, when you run your nails gently against the back of his neck. Heās almost shaking, kissing and sucking on your neck like he canāt even help himself. You donāt think he can.
It makes sense why he was avoiding you. This wouldāve been quite the HR violation in the copy room.
āItās okay.ā You coo, kissing the side of his head. āYou can take what you need, Clark, I told you I want it-ā
āYou- You canāt-ā
āDonāt tell me what I get to want-ā
āNo, you canāt.ā He detaches himself from your neck, going completely still. His grip on your hips is bruising.
You donāt mind at all.
āIāll hurt you.ā He mutters, and you sigh.
āWe talked about this-ā
āIāll hurt you.ā He squeezes his eyes shut, over pouncing each word, and you stare at him for a moment.
You shift in his lap, trying to peer closer, and he hisses. His fingers dig into your sides, and his head slowly bows against your chest. Licking and kissing softly, as if he canāt physically stand to be that far from you.
And you feel it.
The literal alien cock pressing against your ass. Youād think was a stick if you didnāt know better.
Oh.
Right.
Clark must hear the way your heartbeat picks up, and put it together. He sighs, warm breath tickling over your breasts.
āI need to get you ready.ā
You swallow. āI- Iām pretty-ā You can feel your heartbeat in your cunt, and thereās the familiar tingling ache thatās always a good sign. āI feel pretty ready-ā
Clark grunts. āNot ready enough.ā
āHow do you know-ā
āNose.ā
āNose- Oh.ā You flush. He can smell your arousal. āBut thatās a good thing, right-ā
āNot enough.ā
He seems reduced to short worded grunts. Youāre not faring much better, but thereās also a massive man below you that canāt stop sucking around your tits.
āCan youā¦ Always smell me?ā You manage to ask, and he hums.
Thatās his agreement hum.
Your jaw drops.
āAre you serious-ā
āI canāt help it.ā
āYou- You could wear nose plugs-ā
āNo. Like it too much.ā
Your thighs squeeze, those deep words shooting straight to your cunt, and Clark groans.
āYou- Canāt move-ā
āYou should move-ā
āWonāt hurt you.ā He grunts, like heās making a vow. āJust- Need a second.ā
You let out a slow breath, looking up to the ceiling. The idea comes faster than you want to admit, but youāre desperate.
āYou were better when you woke up.ā You say causally, stroking your fingers through his hair. āLucid.ā
Clark grunts. You smile at the air.
āYou came in bed last night.ā
He stiffens slightly. āWet dream.ā
āAbout who?ā
You feel the ghost of a smile, against your chest. āYouāre veryā¦ Mouthy. Like this.ā
And youāve been told that before. But something about the way Clark says itālike something heās measuring, a note heās jotting down for a pieceāmakes you feel all glowy and stupid inside.
āWow. Mouthy.ā You tease. āNot very polite, Clark.ā
āThere are other words I couldāve used for it.ā He mumbles, and you giggle.
āYeah? Like what?ā
Clark draws slowly back, staring at you with those drunken, dark eyes.
āA brat.ā
A lot of the fight leaves you, very fast. No ones ever looked at you like that. Like youāre something they want to chew on, carefully and deeply. To leave a mark while keeping every part of you both ruined and intact.
And his voice. Lower than youāve ever heard, and hoarse with desire. You were already a lot woman. This just seals your fate.
āI should jerk you off.ā You blurt.
Clark makes a sound like a wounded animal, and drops his brow against yours.
āYou- You canāt just say that-ā
āBut it will help.ā You give him your best, pouty and pleading expression. āYouāll feel better enough to- To get me ready.ā You try to keep your voice level, as if youāre not thrilled just to say the words. āAnd thenā¦ More.ā
Clark doesnāt answer. He just closes his eyes again, breathing heavily through his mouth. You wait, but you start to get a little worried he didnāt hear.
āCan you please look at me-ā
āNo.ā He grinds out, and you frown. Reach up to cup his face.
āClark-ā
āDonāt ask me to move.ā His words are tight. Pushed through his teeth.
You feel his cocks twitch, near your ass.
āClark.ā You make your voice soft. Traced the tensed line of his jaw, the bridge of his nose. He whimpers at the touch, and you smile. āItās okay.ā
āI- I need to get you-ā
āIām going to touch you, okay?ā
His throat bobs, but he nods. Short and tight.
Enough.
You scoot back, and Clark lowers his legs at a painfully slow pace you accommodate you. Your ass drags over his dick, and he hisses, rutting up.
āSorry-ā
āItās okay.ā You say quickly, smiling slightly. āGood preview.ā
He looks at you in befuddled exasperation. Opens his mouth like heās going to snap something else out about you being a brat.
You settle against his knees, and donāt give him a chance.
The sound Clark makes when you wrap your hand around his cock is holy. Deep and guttural, like a man already wrecked. You let him sit in your loose grip for a second, watching his chest heave and eyes flutter.
Heās throbbing under your touch. You can barely hold him with the single hand.
You add a second, and squeeze at the base.
Clark makes another one of those beautiful noises, and grabs your wrist.
āBe- Be careful.ā
You pause. āDoes it not feel-ā
āFeels good.ā He grunts. āToo good. Gonna- Oh, fuck-ā
Your mouth falls open. Clark swore.
You started to stroke his cock, and he swore.
And more. You need more. More of his swears, his sounds, his sweat running down his bare chest and the way heās moaning your name. You need to see him fall apart, because once heās back in controlāonce this massive dildo of a dick is inside youāyouāre not going to be able to focus on such things.
You set a quick pace. Skin slapping and hot, unraveling him quickly.
Clark calls your name, his hands slamming back to grab at the walls. You watch in awe as his fingers sink into the wood, creating a slot for him to hold onto.
āLike- Like that- Shit.ā He tosses his head back, moaning loud and lewd. āYeah, baby, oh- Right there-ā
He cuts himself off, rolling his hips up into your touch. You squeeze him again, switching your hands so one can thumb at the weeping slit on his head. Pre-cum leaks all over your fingers, and your lean further down.
You want to taste him.
When you slide off his legsākeeping your hands workingāClark says your name in a rough, garbled warning.
āWhat- What are you-ā
You wrap your lips around the tip of him, flicking your tongue where your thumb had been. Clark makes a sound youāve never heard from anyone before, his free hand flying to grab your neck.
The grip is tight, but painless. Youāre in no danger of pain.
Thereās something thrilling about how heās gripping you so possessively. Like a life line.
You drop your hand to play with his balls. Clark bucks up into your mouth, bumping against the back of your throat.
āSorry- Fucking Christ-ā
You moan happily around him, drooling lips pushing down further. Your tongue swirls around him, and you suck, bobbing your head up and down. Trying to make him lose control again.
It doesnāt take long. Not when you reach up to his hand on your neck, and push it down.
āAre you-ā
You moan, and Clark gives in.
He fucks your face like itās a toy. Cock slipping in and out from between your lips, your spit staining with his pre-cum. Tears prick at your eyes, but you dig your nails into his thighs, refusing to be pulled off.
āLook- Look at you- Holy- Holy shit-ā
Clark moans your name, and you let your hand drift back his balls. He slams up at the featherlight touch, and the tears start to flow.
āYouāre so good at this sweetheart, so- So good-ā Clark moans, hips thrusting to meet every bob of your head. āYour mouth is so warm, and- And soft-ā
You suckle lightly, the praise going right to your core. Your ass is sticking in the air, grinding up into nothing as he uses you.
And you can feel how close he is. His balls are tightening under your fingers, his cock twitching and pulsing, and-
Clark yanks you off suddenly, with one last cry of your name. Before you can protest or try to go back down, you see why.
Heās cumming.
And heās not stopping.
Thick white ropes spurt from his dick, and you stare, transfixed. Every time you think he must be done, more comes. When the geyser finally stops, thereās not a place it hasnāt hit.
Clark lets out a shaky breath. You look up to him with wide eyes. He stares back, licking his lips.
āIf you-ā
āDo that inside me.ā
You speak at the same time again. Clark blinks, leaning back slightly, and you flush.
āI- I mean- Clark-ā
He starts to drag you forward, and your words turn into a squeak. Your being manhandled right into his lap, your ass still sticking up in the air and your hands just barely bracing you on the ground.
āI heard you.ā He drawls, running a hand over the curve of your ass. āPretty well, actually.ā
His hand drags over your exposed core, and you whimper.
āDonāt- Donāt tease-ā
āTrust me.ā He mutters darkly. āI wonāt.ā
Two thick fingers toy at your clit, and you push yourself higher into the air. He knows exactly how to flick that little button, to drive you insane.
āOh- Oh god-ā
āIf I had time.ā Clark murmurs, almost to himself. āIād keep you here for the rest of the day. Watch the sweetness drip down your legs,ā his fingers trace over your sensitive inner thighs. āLet you make a mess in my lap. Wait ātill youāre begging for it, then touch you,ā one, broad finger rubs around your fluttering hole. āNice and slow, until you feel what Iām dealinā with right now.ā
You moan, gaping at the floor. Clark gets a southern, Kanas drawl when heās horny. It makes you clench around nothing, and he chuckles.
āOh, you like that.ā He presses the tip of his finger in, and you whine. āYeah, I know. Know better than anyone, sweetheart.ā
He pushes his hips slightly, forcing your ass higher into the air. Thereās a rip, and cold air hits your core, making you shiver. His cock, still so hard, bumps against your tummy right as his finger slips into your cunt.
āClaaaark.ā You moan, squeezing tight around him.
Youāre rubbing backwards, trying to take him deeper. He splays one hand on your lower back, keeping you from getting what you want while still letting you chase the false hope.
He crooks his finger slightly, twisting it in a circle. You go limp, wrapping your arms around his thigh and pressing your cheek down for support.
āThatās it.ā He mutters. āJust seeing what you need, itās alright. Shit,ā he lets out a sharp breath, cock twitching against you. āYouāre so wet. I- I gotta-ā
You hear it start to possess him, and you canāt be surprised when he pulls the finger out. Still, you twist to whine at him, maybe try to drag his hand back. Heās strong, but youāre horny, and thatās sure to help you somehow.
Instead, you trip on your own hands and collapse back down at the sight before you.
Clark cleaning your arousal off his fingers, eyes closed and face slack like heās having a fine meal.
You canāt look away from it. Itās the hottest, most lewd thing youāve ever seen. You whimper when he goes back into for more, dragging two fingers between your pussy lips before returning them to his mouth. He does it over, and over, and over again. Sometimes giving a little attention to your clit, like heās milking you for more.
Youāre a flushed, wiggling mess when he finally pulls his fingers away with a pop. His eyes are wholly black, gleaming with lust and fixed on yours.
Thereās nothing left of you but putty, when Clark slowly starts to rub your pussy again. Youāre a smeared, wrecked mess that canāt stop grinding back onto his hand, and he smiles down at you.
Itās predatory, but still soft. Exactly what you expect from him now. Pulling out the hair that got stuck in your mouth, all while slowly fingering your cunt.
āWanted to do that for so long.ā He coos, pushing two fingers deep inside of you. āYouād come into the office and start gettinā wet right next me, I was slobbering like a dog. Thought Iād lose my mind, every single day.ā
His fingers go deeper, bumping against your g-spot. You keen, making an almost unearthly sound from your chest. Clark notices it. Of course he does.
āThere she is.ā He mutters, starting to pump his fingers fast. Pushing against the gummy point over and over, until youāre drooling.
Your head has never been this empty during sex before. But youāve also never been put over Clarkās lap like this. Fingered into oblivion while his dick pushes into your stomach. You start to push upāhe needs attentionābut Clark pushes you back down with a grunt.
āNeed to be inside you.ā He grunts. āNeed you ready.ā
Well. If he needs it.
Itās easy to relax into the feeling. Clark starting to thumb at your clit, rubbing it back and forth like a bop-it toy. Between that and his fingers, Clark is almost pulling pleasure out of you like a machine. It doesnāt take long for you to feel like youāre close. Your face his presses into his bare leg, your pussy fully pried open and well touched. You can feel the familiar tension inside you, about to burst.
āClark- Clark-ā You donāt have the strength to twist, so you scratch at his leg. āI- Iām gonna-ā
āI know.ā He mutters, and fuck, you donāt doubt him. āWhenever youāre ready, sweetheart. Cum on my hand, let me feel it.ā
It only takes a few more moments. Release hits you quickly, and lasts long. Thighs shaking and loud moans escaping your lips as Clark keeps playing with you.
Youāre dazed from the orgasm. Itās the strongest youāve ever felt, and your cunt is still pulsing when Clarkās fingers pull away.
āYouāre ready.ā He mutters, and you agree with a garbled sound.
He laughs, leaning down to kiss the back of your head as you quiver. He pulls you up into his lap, and you can feel his cock sliding between your folds. Both of your are so slick with everything thereās no friction. The tension in Clark tells you heās close to going feral again, but his voice is still sweet.
āJust- Stay like that, beautiful.ā He kisses the side of your head. āAnd if it- If anything starts to feel bad, tell me. Iāll stop.ā
And you believe him. You know just how much this is affecting him, but you also know heās Clark. And there isnāt a force on earth that could make him hurt you like that.
āCan you- Can you please say youāll tell me-ā
āIāll tell you.ā Itās barely more than an exhale.
Clark hears it.
āGood. Good girl.ā He kisses your neck this time, and you whimper. āLet me- Canāt do it here. Not right.ā
Youāre not sure what heās talking about until youāre airborne. Clark tosses you over his shoulder, holding you steady with one arm around your knees, and you blink at the cum and sweat stained floor. You might have to move, after this.
Maybe Clark could let you live with him.
Too fast. And not the thing to worry about right now.
Get fucked stupid, then think about your living situation and relationship status.
Thatās a good plan. The best plan.
There really couldnāt be a better one, you decide. Not when Clark starts to rub your clit again, using the full pressure of his palm.
āKeeping her ready.ā He rumbles, and you hum. Youāre certainly not complaining.
Youāre already close to another orgasm, when he lowers you down onto the bed. Your back hits the mattress, and you immediately reach between your thighs, fondling at your pussy hopelessly. Nothing feels as good as Clarkās hands. He mightāve already ruined you forever.
āDonāt do that.ā
Those very hands catch your wrists. You stumble over your breath, when you look up at Clark.
Heās back into feral caveman mode. Stroking his cock with one hand, the other squeezing yours gently before setting it down at your side.
āI touch you.ā He grunts, and you canāt argue with that.
You lay down, spreading your legs slowly. In offering. Clark makes that guttural sound, his dick somehow looking like itās gotten harder. You swallow. Itās very hard not to touch yourself with a massive, hulking god standing over you and jerking himself off. For Clark, youāre going to try.
Heās been reduced back to deep noises from his chest and moans of your name, but heās not making any attempt to move on you. Heās justā¦ Staring.
Stroking his cock, and watching you. Looking between your wet, gaping pussy and flushed face, beating himself into his fist.
He moans, and doubles over. Pumps so fast his hand becomes a blur, and god youād like him to do that to you later.
His face lands on your inner thigh. Soft stubble grazing the oversensitive area, cold breath pushing against your clit. You grab his hair, back arching off the bed at the taunting pleasure. Clark moans, watching you clench around nothing.
You cry, as his face fully presses into your cunt. Itās right as he finishes himself off, his cum painting the mattress and covering your ankles.
Clark rises back up, and for a second you just stare at each other.
āDidnāt mean to do that.ā He rasps, and your lips twitch.
āI liked it.ā
He chuckles, shaking his head. āOf course you did.ā
Clark falls back over you, kissing you deep and slow. You call tell that the clear-headed affect of the orgasm is lasting for a shorter and shorter time.
And Clark choses to use it, just to kiss you.
He tests the head of his cock up and down your pussy, making sure to push it against your clit before going back down, and starting to slide slowly in. Thereās almost no resistance, and he hums against your lips.
āGoinā slow.ā He mumbles. āWhile I can.ā
You nod. Itās all you can manage.
He feels just as bigāif not biggerāthan he looked. Never has a cock stretched you so greatly, and so well. The fullness is incomparable, and youād be worried you couldnāt take it if your pussy wasnāt greedily swallowing him whole.
āThatās it.ā Clark groans, pushing in every inch so torturously and amazingly slow. Forcing you to feel every single inch. āThereās you go, just- Just take it- Fuuuck-ā
He moans your name, and you kiss him. You want to feel everything he has, vibrating through your chest. Straight into your cunt.
Clark bottoms out, hiding his face in your neck. You blink up at the ceiling, trying to push off more tears. Itās good, unbelievably good, and your body doesnāt know what to do with it.
āTight.ā Clark mumbles against you, and you laugh breathily.
āBig.ā
He looks up at you, and for a second, you only see Clark. Your best friend, looking out of you, always kinder than he needs to be.
āām serious.ā He says, low and rough. Like a secret. āWhen I call you pretty. When I- When I say I want you-ā
You kiss him, and Clark melts into you in a second. You canāt stop your smile.
āI know.ā You breathe, and he nods.
āLove you.ā He pushes in almost an inch deeper, like the words spur him on. āSo much.ā
You blink, and his eyes widen.
āThatās- Um- I donāt think I meant to- You feel really good and my brain is soupy-ā
Kissing to shut him up will only work so many times. You cover his mouth with your hand, every inch of you feeling alive. From his words, his body, every single inch of this glorious man thatās somehow, all yours.
āMy brain is soupy too.ā You whisper, clenching purposefully around his cock.
Clark grunts, rutting forward. You giggle, and he gives you a dangerous look.
āVery soupy. But,ā You beam. āI love you too. And Iām very serious.ā
Clark pauses. Smiles into your hand, eyes shining in the dark. You feel a little like your floating. Youād like to be rocketed right up to heaven.
āMake me dumb.ā You breathe, and Clarkās shoulders square.
Your hand is knocked away in a second. His mouth attacks yours, and the moment he starts to move, an orgasm is ripped from your very core.
You scream, locking up and clenching around him. Clark moans against your lips, grabbing your knees and pushing them up to your chest. Itās a deep angle, and you can feel every inch of him, sliding in and out of your cunt. His balls slap near your ass, and his mouth hangs open as he stares down at him.
Heās fully gone to the red kryptonites effects. Thereās no question, as he bends you in half and starts to fuck you like a doll. But he still doesnāt let his strength slip. You feel completely safe in his hands.
Safe and attended to.
Youāve never fucked a man who makes sure to hit your g-spot so much, and Clarkās barely even lucid right now. But he drills down into it, moaning your name and making those sinful, beautiful sounds.
Itās too much for your poor pussy. Two is a lot of orgasms. Three is yourāusualāmax, and thatās usually with time between. But Clark isnāt letting up. And youāre getting close again.
āCla- Clark-ā You whine out, and he fucking growls. āClark, Iām gonna-ā
He makes a deep noise of understanding, and starts to fuck you harder. You cry out, grabbing uselessly at the sheets as the next release gushes from your pussy, flying up your spine like ecstasy.
Clark finds his own release there. With you clenching tight around him, writhing with overwhelmed pleasure and moaning his name like a hymn as you come. He throws his head back and starts to fuck like an animal, roaring your name.
He grabs your jaw, demanding your eyes on his. His thumb presses on your lower lip.
Cockdrunk and empty headed, you open your mouth and start to suck.
It feels even better than youād thought. At first itās nothing, just painting your walls and sticking so deep inside you, you think it knocks you into another, tiny orgasm. Then itās more, spurting out of your pussy as he keeps fucking into you. An obscene fountain, staining your ass and thighs.
Then itās too much. Youāre not sure you can breathe, but the lights dancing on the edge of your vision only add to the euphoria.
Now, itās everything. Youāre full. So full. You never want to be empty again.
And you donāt think Clark would allow that anyway.
Because heās still fully hard inside of you. And with how heās staring at you, you donāt think thereās a space of sound mind anymore.
Clark just stares at you, still mindlessly sucking on his thumb and growls.
You giggle as he grabs your hips and flips you onto your stomach. Drags your ass back up into the air and pushes himself back in with a thick moan.
Thereās a chance that his cum is transferring some of the sexual stamina onto you. Itās the only possible way you can last this long. Clark fucks into you from behind, kissing up and down your spine as his balls slap against your clit. Your fourth orgasm hits you, and you think you see he stars.
Clark cums again. You donāt know how thereās still possibly space for it, but nature finds a way.
You giggle into the sheets. Clark kisses your shoulder, rutting deeper and deeper into your abused pussy.
He might take your laughter as a challenge. Suddenly youāre being flipped over, and Clarkās impaling you on his dick once more, forcing you to slide down and feel every inch.
Itās a good thing you get giggly when you have good sex.
If he sees it as a challenge, youāre ready to lose, over and over and over again.
On Sunday, Clark fucks you through the afternoon and into the night.
There isnāt a spot in the apartment that doesnāt feel the aftermath. After making you ride him, he clambered over you and held you to his chest, fucking you with just your knees on the bed. After that you ended up on your back, then riding him again, then somehow on the floor. Against the wall. In the doorway, your face pressed against the window, Clark flying and holding you in his lap. By the time the sun was over your head, you were a wordless, dumb mess. Clark had you in a headlock and you were smiling like an idiot, taking his cock over and over again until you think you reshaped each other.
Now, standing in the shower to wash off the everything, you think if you reached down and touched yourself, youād find Clark completely rearranged your guts to his shape. When youād looked at him during the soft, quiet cleanup, his cock had certainly looked like youād molded him to only fit in you.
Itās an oddly romantic thought.
There are lots of those to go around.
Clarkās waiting for you in the living room. Heās been trying to clean, but you donāt think thereās a point.
āI told you Iām going to have to move,ā you joke, and he sighs.
āWell, I- I really tried, but-ā He wrinkles his nose. āI think it got in things. When I- Yeah.ā He groans. āI can see it.ā
āSee it-ā
āX-ray vision.ā
āOh.ā That fun revelation had gotten lost in everything else. Itās going to take some getting used to.
Clark bows his head, almost in shame.
āSorry I didnāt tell you,ā he mutters.
You shake your head. āIt fine-ā
āI wanted to-ā
āClark.ā You place a hand on his chest, smiling softly. āItās okay. Really.ā
He blinks at you, then relaxes.
āReally?ā He asks anyway, and you nod.
āReally.ā You nod to the floor. āI can even start apartment hunting right now.ā
Clark laughs at that, and you beam.
Itās the same. Even after I love yous and the sex marathon, itās still just Clark. And youāre more lucky to have that, than anything else.
āYou could move in with me.ā He suggests quiet and nervous, and your eyes widen.
āI-ā
āIf itās too fast, you donāt have to, I- Geez, I havenāt even taken you out on a date yet, never mind-ā
āClark.ā You raise your voice, forcing him to quiet down. āI was thinking the same thing earlier.ā
He starts slightly. His lips twitch. āYou were?ā
You nod, and he grins like you handed him the sun.
āItās not- Maybe too fast-ā
āMaybe.ā You shrug. āBut I- Iāve loved you for years.ā You look down to your fingers. āAnd we kind of lived together before. For work. And youāre my friend, first, so if you think itās fine-ā
Clark pulls your own trick. He grabs your face, and shuts you up with a deep, long kiss. You smile, rising up to meet him, and itās barely been a day, but itās the most natural thing in the world.
āIām gonna do it right, though.ā Clark says against your lips. āTake you out. Woo you.ā
You laugh. āBring it on.ā
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matt who knows how scared you are of accidentally getting pregnant. he fucks you raw, but you never let him cum inside of you even though youāre on birth control. his favorite game is to tell you that heās going to cum in you, explaining in dirty detail how heās going to fill you up and make you leak with him. heās bluffing and you know it, but in the heat of the moment when heās panting in your ear and his thrusts are becoming erratic, you canāt help but wonder.
if heās feeling particularly mean, heāll hold you down and really make you believe it. heāll say that your body needs it, that itās opened up and ripened for him to breed you. heāll say that he knows you secretly want him to break the rules and breed you, even if it scares you.
heāll ask if youāll be mad if he cums in you. if youād be pout, sniffle, and cry mad or breakup mad. he never does cum in you, because he would never break your trust like that, but some day youāll let him.
Hii! Saw your requests are open I'd like to request Eddie and reader getting stupidly high together and you can decide how it goes!
omg ok ok love this.
tags: fem reader, eddie, fuffy at times ,drug missuse, smoking, pinv sex, minor knife play mention, tummy bulge mention, messy sex.
it was such a boring night in hawkins, there had been a continuous rattling of rain on the roof of the trailer all day. tape after tape going in and out of the player quietly playing Metallica on repeat.
eddie had been lieing on the bed dozing in and out of sleep almost all day and you had been sat upright back against the headboard reading through the pile on comics that Eddie had stacked next to the bed that had been slowly gathering dust.
you let out a loud huff in boredom placing down the comic you had just finished on the top of the pile. you slide off the side of the bed and walk through the trailer to grab some water. glass in hand u walk towards the window taking in the view of the rain watching it splash against the window. your mind fighting to find something to do.
your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Eddie walking into the room with a loud yawn, his shirt lifting as he stretched. he always looks cutest like this, messy bed hair, quieter than usual theres always a softness to his presents. he walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist holding you close leaving gentle kisses down your neck and shoulder. you both stand there for a moment not knowing what else to do because in reality there was nothing you could do.
"I'm gonna have a smoke" he says letting go of you, grabbing his kit from the kitchen side, the sudden lack of body heat making you shiver. "could you roll me one please?" you ask. "of course princess " he replies already rolling a joint between his fingers looking at you as he runs his tongue across the paper. he hands the first one to you and starts rolling one for himself.
once he finishes he slides the end into his mouth and pushes his hair from his face. the door opens with a loud creek and a slam as the door connects with the wall. he pulls a chair towards the door sitting resting his feet against the doorframe small specals of rain hit his legs and socks. the flick of the lighter followed by the blaze draw your eyes toward him.
he looks hot usually but you are one of very few people who get to see him like this maybe the only person. when hes not being overly performative or trying hard to look like he doesn't care. he looks relaxed, his stomach peaking from under his t-shirt, his boxers fitting in all the right places, his semi muscular legs stretched out. he was fully dressed at one point in the day he had ran out to make a quick deal in the early hours of the morning but as the day had progressed he had been getting slowly less and lesser clothed.
his arm lent against the chair his head resting ontop of it. his face mostly covered by his hair as he smokes away. you light your own walking over to his side his arm moving from supporting his head to wrap around your hips his head resting on your thigh.
"you know i have something we could try." he mumbles "oh yeah?" you reply willing to do anything to escape the boredom. he stands suddenly walking over to the metal lunchbox on the counter digging through it looking for something. you steal his seat letting the small tingles of your high waft over you.
"I've had it for a while never tried it before but it could kill some time." he says holding 2 small pills in his hand. you take it examining it. it's small pink with a heart on it with a kind of chalk texture. "you want to try it?" he asks. you nod taking it quickly following it with the water u placed on the side. he follows right behind you taking it too.
some time had passed and the weed you had smoked was long gone from your systems. you are back on the bed waiting to feel something. "eddie how long is it supposed to take to kick in." you ask your head relaxed in his bicep his warmth surroundings you. "not long" he mutters not moving much.
not much longer later you feel a sudden rush of warmth hit your body making you feel uncomfortable. you stand pushing open the window in Eddie's room hoping to cool down you pace back and forth for a while trying to let the cool air hit you. Eddie sits up in the bed watching you pace. his face flushed and teeth chattering slightly while small beads of sweat run down his forehead. he slides his shirt off hoping to cool of himself.
he seems slightly nervous making small talk every so often. "my sweet girl, come sit down you will wear yourself out." he says his chest raising quicker than normal. you do sit but move around the bed for a while trying to find a comfortable position. he softly runs his fingers through your hair distracting you from the fuzzy feeling in your chest. giving you soft praises every so often. "shh~ your such a good girl" " your doing so good for me."
that feeling of warmth slowly drains away from your body leaving you tingly. you move up next to Eddie getting as close as possible. you feel strange like if he's not super close to you you might cry. you run your fingers up and down his chest feeling small sparks and tingles on your finger tips. his skin is slightly damp from sweat not that it's bothering you but you seem to notice it more. you notice the small freckles dotted across his body you notice small scars you had never seen before. his hands move through your hair while your doing this shooting strings of tingles down your spine.
a small moan escapes his lips your fingers had explored further down his body sliding up and down his now hard cock through the fabric of his boxers. his hands start explore your skin with an interest moving round your sensitive body making you shake. "i love you so much." you whimper as he leans in to kiss you. one of his hands hand made it's way under your t-shirt and to your breast the other reaching down to your underwear. leaving you breathless and moaning into his mouth. you and slid his underwear down at this point pumping his cock with your hand feeling pools of pre cum gathering at the dip between your thumb and pointer. "please Eddie please i want to feel you please i need to be close." you whimper looking into his eyes his pupils blown to cover the colour of his eyes.
he pulls you onto his lap his cock resting against his tummy leaving a trail of glossy mess at the tip. he reaches over to the side table grabbing his pocket knife flicking it to a short pointy one with a clink noise. he carefully holds the knife against your skin moving it down towards the hip of your underwear ripping straight through it. he moves it again to align with the fabric against your aching cunt. the knife slides behind the fabric the cold of the metal against the pouch above your pussy makes you shiver. with a careful swift move he rips through it again he grabs the remaining fabric pulling it from your body leaving you exposed. placing the knife back where it was.
he lifts your hips sliding his cock deep inside of you with a squelching noise. you see the outline of him inside of you pocking from your tummy. "holy shit." he says running his finger around the outline, the sensation making both of you twitch.
holding you tightly he begins lifting and slamming you back down on his cock watching the outline moving. he pulls your top fully off to get a better view.
a mess from both of u gather around his base leading to it being super noisy. you both are in complete ecstasy. it seems to go on forever, the sensation of him fucking you bringing you to orgasm multiple times. you can't tell if Eddie already game or not he just keep going. you could periodically feel him release into you but you are never sure if he's done yet. he continues using you as a human fleshlight until he is done muttering praise to you over and over as he does.
time seemed to not exist anymore you couldn't tell if it had been minutes, hours, days even but it felt amazing.
this edit ... omg him as a faceless character ugh. also his hands are all i ever think about also also this is the exact reason why all pics of him i use dont have his face in, his vibe is so peak that way.
you sit on Eddie's bed watching the time tick by longer and longer. you knew exactly where he was and what he was doing not that it made it better. it always felt awkward waiting around at his house. even tho his uncle was working a night shift it felt strange being in his home without him. you had been hanging out with him most of the morning but you both knew he had hellfire that afternoon but this was ridiculous. he said he'd be back at 11 but it was now almost 1am. he was always slightly longer than he said he would be but 2 hours? you had considered just going home but Eddie had left the door unlocked, taking his key with him. in your impatients you had paced the trailer several times, listened to almost all the tapes he had strewn across his draws and smoked half a pack of cigarettes. u had rummaged through his draws finding notebooks filled with songs, bags of weed, and the dirty Polaroids you had taken together. you decided to smoke some of the weed hoping you would calm down before he got home.
the clock had just hit 1:30 am when you see a truck pull in. it was Eddie's uncles truck they shared. you was sat in the doorway resting your feet on the step of the trailer joint in hand looking pissed. Eddie almost instantly jumps out jogging over to u. "im so sorry sweetheart it went on for way longer than planned I didn't realise the time." he says as he almost reaches the door. you dont even look at him just put the joint out in the ashtray standing up and walking inside. he follows you inside profusely apologising. you play on the tape in the player then start grabbing your stuff from the floor.
"no no baby where are u going?" he says with pleading eyes trying to take the clothes from your hands. "home" you say snatching the clothes back from him giving him a cold look. "im sorry ok?" he begs. "yeah same as you have been the past god how many times. you leave me alone for hours with nothing to do and im fuckin sick of it! you take longer and longer to get home. im not doing this anymore." you yell putting the last few things in your bag. you sit on the edge of the bed trying to pull on your boots but he kneels down by your feet trying to stop you. "would you fuck off?" you say shooting him another look. you give up and just sling the boots over your shoulders by the laces and grab your bag walking through the trailer and down the step barefoot.
you start walking away when you hear him come up behind you and he grabs your shoulder turning you around. "look i said I'm sorry, can we please talk this out? " he pleads. "you wanna talk? fine let's talk." you say dropping your stuff to the floor. "you abandon me in your house for hours every few nights just to play some stupid game. then walk in the door and expect me to be perfectly fine with it. I dont mind u playing your games but why invite me to stay if your not going to be there? im not one of your toys u can just play with when you feel like it!" you yell tears streaming down your frozen cheeks.
"it's not a stupid game and I told you I didn't mean to be late!" he yells back. this just fules your anger further making it finally bubble over causing the fight get worse going back and forth both getting angrier at each other.
you cut through the argument landing a slap across his cheek. leaving a sudden silence in the air that seems to drag on for ages. "im- im sorry." you say quietly.
he abruptly grabs you slinging you over his shoulder, grabbing your bag and shoes carrying you back to the trailer slamming the door behind him. he throws you onto the bed not looking at you. you try and read his expression but you can't tell what is going through his head. he throws your stuff back on the floor. he squats down at the end of the bed and grabs your legs pulling your hips to the edge of the bed.
you sit up looking at him. "again." he orders. leaving u shocked. "what?" you ask confused. "again." he repeats in that same tone. you just look at him for a moment. "come on princess your not stupid I know you can follow an order I'm not repeating myself anymore." he says in such an mocking time it makes u twitch in anger. you land another slap on his cheek slightly harder than before leaving a small red mark on his cheek. "see wasn't that hard was it?" he says in that mocking tone. "you feel better now? " he says looking deep into your eyes like he's searching for the answer. you nod slightly, still thrown off by his sudden shift in tone.
he once again grabs you lifting you into his arms moving round to the side of the bed sitting down with you in his lap. "let's talk it out sweetheart, while I make it up to you." he says softly, pushing your hair from your face. the pressure of his thigh between your legs and his hand softly drifting through your hair distracts you from your anger. you move your hips slightly feeling a sensation flow through your body. "aw sweetheart does that feel nice?" he says holding your hip with one hand and gently stroking your hoar with the other. "come on baby talk to me, ill fix it i promise." he says smoothly.
you begin slowly explaining as your hips rock back and forth against his leg. "I'm genuinely so sorry sweetheart it really am, if you want i can bring you with me? I don't mean for it to run over time so much we just get so into it but I promise even if you don't wanna come ill make sure to be back on time." he says planting a kiss on your forehead. you nod "I'd like that- mmhh~ I'd like to come play with y- fuck- you guys." you say letting out moans between. "are we ok now?" he asks. you nod before dropping your head into his chest feeling yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. "just let it out sweetheart." he whispers leaving kisses along your neck. you feel yourself start to cum the rush feeling amazing. your fingers tangle in his hair pulling it slightly.
I really want a desperate eddie. constantly grabbing and needing to touch the reader. not wanting to wait at all. (if u dont want to thats ok)
ughhhh I love this so much! just wanna add my asks are still very much open so keep them coming!
tags: femreader, Eddie munson, pinv, rough sex, gag, hair pulling, public sex, groaping, unprotected
eddie can never keep his hands off you constantly grabbing at you, reaching under your clothes and pulling you into side rooms to pound you stupid. no matter where you are he wants you, that dark look crossing his face leaving you squirming in excitement wondering what he is going to do with you.
on this particular day he was more impatient and desperate than usual you had been sat watching a movie in the cinema, it was some horror movie that had been released recently but you couldn't pay attention to anything happening.
after sitting down in your seats and getting comfortable watching the opening scenes you feel the sensation of cold metal sliding against your leg followed by the tips of fingers dragging up and down your inner thigh. you feel your face flush trying to concentrate on the screen. the sensation flows further and further up your leg until it reaches under your dress the tip of his finger gently graising against the soft fabric of your underwear. your eyes shoot over to Eddie's face he looks relaxed, bored even, resting his head on his hand his eyes carefully flowing across the screen as if he wasn't currently teasing you. luckily the cinema is mostly empty only a few couples scattered across the rows of seats. you feel a mixture of feelings pumping through your body, excitement, nervousness and a desperate need for him to ruin you. his fingers had started pressing against you a more intentional touch, you know its not long before he's balls deep in you but you decide to play his game and completely ignore him. you focus yourself back on the screen. trying desperately to zone out the feeling of him rubbing you through your underwear.
after a while you notice his eyes darting over to u every so often. his fingers abruptly slide past the fabric wall the sudden move making you jump and let out a small noise. you settle back into your seat trying to play it off as the haunting creature on the screen making you jump. his fingers push against your hole not quite sliding in but enough for your body to tense up and your hand to grip tightly to the cheap squeaky fabric of the cinema. "what's wrong sweetheart, to scary for ya'?" he says looking into your eyes that had slightly glassed over.
"eddie please" you quietly whimper against his ear. his deminor seems to change his fist clenching and his breath getting heavy. his thick fingers suddenly push past your folds hitting deep inside of you. you can see his cock pushing against his pants twitching routinely causing his zipper to jump.
"fuck it" he mumbles as he slides out of u leaving you feeling empty. he quickly licks of his fingers and grabs your hand pulling you out of your seat. he drags you past the doors of the show room passing making out couples on the way. he pushes the bathroom door open pulling you in your eyes suddenly assaulted by the florescent light making u squint. his lips attaching to the skin of your neck and chest before you adjust to the light. grabbing your hips pulling you towards the door of the stall. the door slams behind you, the cold of the door connecting with your back.
"I cant wait any longer baby, i- I cant, fuck I need you now" he says between his mouth tasting and biting at your sensitive skin, his hands push your bra and dress exposing your chest his lips exploring the hardening skin on your nipple. he grabs your hips to turn you around pulling your underwear down and off your legs. he stuffs the underwear into your mouth causing you to gag slightly. you let out some small whines muffled by the make shift gag as you feel his tip push into you. his hands reach round you roughly grabbing at your tits swirling his fingers around your nipples his hands grabbing so tight it almost hurts. "fuck princess you feel so good." he says as quietly as he can through grunts. one of his hand reaches down to play with your clit making your eyes roll back in pleasure still feeling his cock pounding in and out of you at a harsh pace. the hand once on ur tit moves to your hair tangling his fingers in it pulling your head back. "let me look at that pretty face of yours princess." you can feel him getting closer and closer to coming his hips slamming repetitivly against u. you feel weak from your own orgasm creeping up on you. "fuck!" he grunts releasing himself into you filling you up. while your own orgasm drags on longer than expected leaving u twitching. he slowly pulls out letting the cum spill out of you, being so gentle helping you clean yourself up.
Here are a bunch of Eddie x reader ideas for you :)
Eddie and reader both ādieā in the upside down and become vampires and have crazy super powered sex
Eddie wants to watch Steve fuck you or the other way around
Eddie takes the reader to a sex club
Eddie and reader know Steve wants to join them so they make a sex tape and give it to him or maybe watch it with him
Steve throws a house party and Eddie x reader sneak to the side of the house and fuck maybe people hear / see them
I decided to do the last one I hope it's good I'm like super rusty lol .
the continueos thud of music and ramblings of chatter had drowned out most of the night. it had felt like the night was skipping through time trying to ignore the repetitive thud in your head between conversations with strangers, the feeling of aching caused by the alcohol in your body. you decide to trail outside to light a smoke, fumbling with your pack dropping it as it slides from your cold tingling fingers. you stand there for a moment feeling the nights wind brush against your cheek debating whether it's worth reaching for it in your semi-drunk state. your thought is interrupted by the sound of leather rubbing against itself and the body heat of someone knocking into u.
"Shit!... sorry lemme grab that for u." echos through your head as you watch a tall man bend down and grab the back from by your feet. you feel yourself snap out of the daze you had fallen into when a pair of dark eyes connect with your own. "you good?" he says brushing your hair from your face the warmth of his hands feeling nice against your frosted skin. you nod finally blinking back to reanimation "yeah... a bit drunk and cold." you say taking the pack from his hands. his eyes follow your hand as your fingers slide into the pack and bring the cigarette to your mouth. "you got a light?" you mumble patting your pockets trying to feel around for your own. "course princess" he says holding up his lighter to light your cigarette. you smile at him in thanks finally letting your eyes trail over the man infront of you. you recognize him it's eddie he was in a few of your classes last summer. you always thought he was cute but it never went further than passive conversation. he seemed a lot more confident after some drinks the conversation flows more naturally and less rushed. you talk back and forth a bit eventually leaning against the wall for stability chatting about the party ongoing just behind the wall. "steves house is a lot bigger than I imagined" you say with a laugh. "not big enough tho," eddie adds "almost every room ive walked into there's people fuckin or something." you both laugh and let the silence settle for a moment as smoke surrounds both of you.
"ive always thought u was cute" you blurt out swirling what's left of your drink refusing to look at him. "and I dont know if it's this beer or something but you look even better tonight. " you continue with a nervous laugh. your brain is trying to set off alarm bells that you just confessed to him but the warm swirl of alcohol surrounds your thoughts. he moves i front of you gently moving your chin towards him " oh yeah?" he asks the smell of alcohol and his cologne taking hold of your senses. you feel your heart pounding against your chest as you nod. he leans in closer to you leaning against the wall behind you only centimeters apart. "just kiss me " you whisper "you sure?" he asks dragging out each word. you wrap your arm around his neck pulling him into a kiss. his hands drop to your waist holding you close to the warmth of his chest. as you both fall deeper and deeper into the kiss the bottle from between your fingers slides and hits the floor causing a small spill that spreads into a puddle around Eddie's shoes but neither of you care. you pull away looking into his eyes "it's to open here"
you say as you grab his hand and pull him round the corner of a wall where it's darker and almost instantly your lips recollide as he pushes you against the wall his hands slide down to between your legs and up your dress gently feeling the wetness building against your underwear while your tongues fight against each other. he suddenly pulls away from you and orders you to turn around helping you by guiding your hips. he slides his hands down back between your legs pushing your underwear to the side and begins rubbing the tips of his fingers against your aching hole and down against your clit and back up again making you moan. you feel his hand move up to your mouth to cover it. his fingers abruptly slide in down to his rings that feel cold against your cunt. "fuck" you mumble from behind his hand as your feel him curling his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you moan each time he hits deep inside. your brain fogs with ideas of someone hearing or seeing you with the constant reminder of the wind against you bear ass and legs.
just as abruptly as he slid in he pulls them back out pushing his fingers into his mouth tasting the sweetness of your wetness. he reaches down and fumbled with his belt with a loud jingle. he presses the tip of his thick cock against your entrance rubbing it teasing you. "please Eddie hurry what if someone sees" you say leaning your hands against the wall. he moves his mouth against your neck leaving kisses "fuck princess I love it when you beg" he whines into your ear with a heavy desperate tone in his voice. "please Eddie please " you repeat pushing your warmth over the tip getting desperate. it slides in stretching you out, making you shudder with pressure. his groans fill the air as he starts moving in and out of you letting the wetness spill out of u leaving no space inside of you. his hand reaches round your neck choking u keeping you semi quiet while he grits his teeth trying to hold on his own grunts. clearly it's not quite enough as you hear footsteps shuffle by the back door.
Eddie hears it too and leans over you shadowing you in darkness his cock still stuffed deep inside of you. "holy shit didn't mean to interrupt!" a dude yells standing by the corner looking down the pathway towards you both. "f-fuck off !" you blurt out with a cock drunken slur. " shiiiiiiit sorry ill go" the person says in a wobbly tone as they turn on there heals back towards the door. "omg i cant believe that just happened " you whisper face flushed with embarrassment. he quietly shushes you as his hips start rocking into you again "w-mmmh fuck what if we get caught ag- oh again. " you moan. "we just need to be quick sweetheart, shhh it's ok your taking it so good, just relax." he says his hand wrapping back around your throat. you can feel your legs weakening and your organs gets closer and closer feelings him slamming into you faster and faster. "e-eddie im gonna cum, please im so close." you whimper as you push over the edge and your soaked cunt starts squeezing the cum out of him. he lets out a few loud grunts before he fills you with his cum feeling it spill from the sides of your hole. he pulls out watching his cum spill out of you with such a sick perversion it causes your skin to flush with warm embarrassment. you push yourself up against your weak legs as you re adjust your underwear. "come on lets get out of here, I dont think that guy recognised us but someone else probably will." he says grabbing you gently to check your ok. you nod as u take his hand and slide out the side gate entrance.
just a thought but i think eddie is definitely the type to slide his rings off his fingers n slide them onto yours b4 he fingers n tastes you
āhold these for me, sweetheartā
Yes. I agree, I agree, I agree. Nothing more to say on the subject, I'm getting lost in my mind palace.
Wait, I changed my mind, I do have something to say.
After you cum, fucked out and dazed, just stuck staring at the ceiling, he asks for them back.
"Hands" he calls coolly, sucking his fingers clean.
Your arm feels leaden as it drops onto your body, a vain attempt to hold your hand out to him. He accepts it, nonetheless. Plucking each ring from your twitching fingers.
"Thank you," he chirps, voice sweet like he didn't just stretch you open and leave you trembling.
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