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that’s about it. it’s all i ask. i’m appreciative of any support, feedback, interactions, etc. we’re all loved here
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i am a woman of color. i’m 21 y/o. i used to write for austin butler and i’m oddly ashamed, but i’m open to writing for anyone ranging from anime to irl characters. i’m trying to get back into the groove of things. i haven’t been active, but i’m ready to write again
idk if i’ll have a tag list.
before re-activating, i did have anon emojis, but we can start anew.
ohhhh brother … i can make clark kent cuss if i want to, its my page. sorry i like to write into my pleasures so if i have to make every man mean, that’s my prerogative.
however, i’m sure an accurately written clark fic would be just as yummy if he was nerded out and shy
I know your pinned says you're open to writing for anyone , so I wanted to ask first if you'd be okay writing a Fic for Ross Lynch , if not it's ok. I just stumbled across your Clark content and it's AMAZING. The breeding stuff specifically is just chef's kiss 🤏🏽🤭
you are too kind!!! i’ve never written for ross lynch but that doesn’t really stop me - i’ve thought about writing for different character like nightwing or vigilante, but if i can write about elvis (don’t judge) … i can do ross lynch. i’d just have to get the gears goin
im so late ikik. and im posting these out of order. hopefully i can finish the other two by tn or tm during my flight. hope ur spooky season has been well!
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rival neighbor!clark who acts as if it’ll kill him to be nice to you. as if a single utter of a compliment would shatter his entire existence. however, he will throw out a quick comment about how loud the squelching sounds are from your cunt as it creates a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. “noisy pussy you got,” he’d mumble. “a shame if someone heard me turning you into a brainless slut,” he’d say as he’d hook a finger in the corner of your mouth.
rival neighbor!clark who has known you since your parents moved into the nice suburban neighborhood when you were 11. seen every phase and milestone. even every boy you’ve brought over, cursing himself for letting an idiot even think he has a chance with you. or when you touch yourself when it’s dark out and think no one’s watching. but he is, he definitely is. he wouldn’t tell a soul or ever admit it, but he whispers a hushed thanks that your window is adjacent to his while fisting his leaky cock, wishing it was your soft plump lips around him instead of his right hand.
rival neighbor!clark whom has bullied you ever since you were 11. middle school and throughout high school — you’re just lucky you escaped the terrorizing during college … or so you thought. whenever you visited your parents on breaks or long weekends, clark somehow wound up in between your legs bullying his length in your frothing pussy, his tip meanly kissing your cervix. with one hand slapped against your drooling mouth attempting to muffle your fucked out mewls and moans, “keep fuckin quiet ‘less you want your people comin in here” the scene came to his mind. “i think you’d like that, showin mommy and daddy what this sweet hole can do”
rival neighbor!clark who insisted you spend your time with him upon hearing you had no other halloween plans. “tch no surprise to me loser. lucky for you, we’re going trick or treating”
“aren’t you a little too old for that ..?”
you wondered why and how you willingly and constantly hung around clark. both of your families thought you guys would eventually date, often cooing at the sight of you together as time progressed. however, you knew you had a real eater on your hands and no matter how harsh and crass he can be, you always knew you were in demand.
rival neighbor!clark who incessantly tried to stop your bag - literally, your candy bag - by racing you to different houses. a small but slight scowl on his face whenever you’d win the homeowner over first. “of course that guy gave you more, your tits are practically out and that whole get up is screaming fuck me”
you feigned a frown before spinning, “what? you don’t like?” you sported the shortest leather mini skirt and bralette and lazily slapped on some cat ears and eyeliner whiskers.
clark wanted to take you out of the whole ensemble if he was being honest. thoughts of lapping at your sweet saccharine bud til you were writhing and all sensitive, pleading for him to halt the repeated attacks from his mouth. he couldn’t tell you that he was imagining himself nose deep into your cunt, a trail of your juices covering the lower half of his face, eating like it was his final meal before death.
“please. i’ve seen better, but if A-list whore was what you were going for, then you nailed it.”
rival neighbor!clark who calls off the entire bet before the night is over. pouting that it was pointless to keep going, which ultimately meant you won due to him forfeiting. and that’s how he ended up blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back and legs strapped to your desk chair.
“this is- so fuckin stupid” he tried to bite, but he just couldn’t form a proper thought as you stroked him. there he was in your room, across from your laptop with the green light indicating it was recording. he poorly attempted to hide his excitement when you delivered the premise of your victory: to edge him on video.
“aww widdle clark falling apart over some silly hands”
those hands were in fact making him fall apart. you were doing damage to his ego with every movement, going fast and then stopping every now and then. he couldn’t even speak anymore, body jolting every time your hand fisted up to his tip, which was angry and red, ready to spill everything he had.
you enjoyed every second. you finally were in control, using him like a plaything. and when you didn’t stop your motions, even after him spraying his abs and your hands with his milky cum, you definitely were playing with your toy.
i was gonna wait until friday oct 3rd to have it on schedule, but i just couldn’t sit on this one … consider this an early freaktober treat 😏
“if you want a phone call, y’gotta work for it. can’t just give you anything you ask for sweetheart”
clark had you on your knees right there in the middle of his field, cornstalks surrounding the both of you and providing some sort of privacy with height and quantity.
“open wide sweetheart, i gotta fuck some sense into this mouth. teach you how to talk to me”
2k words, loosely proofread, pls enjoy
driving home along one of the back dirt roads wasn’t the smartest move, but how were you supposed to know what the check engine light switching from still to blinking meant.
you hadn’t even noticed the smoke coming from the front of your vehicle at first.
you immediately pulled over, turned the car off, and hopped out, as if it was gonna detonate at any second.
annoyed at yourself for making a slight inconvenience an even worse one, you tried to calm down by reminding yourself it was okay. there was nothing wrong with you taking the scenic route for the drive home from uni.
you were hot, irritated, and terrified. you were way out of the city by now, but not quite home yet either. you still had your ways to go.
gotta call dad was your next best thought. as you dialed the number you know by heart, you couldn’t help but notice your surroundings.
the phone wasn’t even ringing, no service. great, best way to kick off halloweekend is being stranded in bum fuck nowhere.
yes, you drove past here constantly throughout each year at university, but there’s a vast difference actually standing out there.
nothing but straight grass to your right and on your left, large stalks that a serial killer would definitely be hiding in.
presumably with a field like this, someone must be tending to it. and you were sure the sun would start setting in the next hour or two.
you grabbed your purse out of the passenger seat, locked your car, and decided to walk along the cornfield. you were hoping to come up on a house or a barn or just proof of life other than yourself and the cicadas.
y’gotta be fucking kidding me … after checking the time, you noticed what felt like an hour was only ten minutes.
in almost an instant you heard something, something ruffling in the field. now, you weren’t stupid. you would not normally go investigate.
however you crossed your fingers for a friendly farmer and not some hash slinging slasher or carnivorous beast as you made your way towards the nearest row.
you tried your best to follow the faint noise of clanking. as it sounded closer, you began to pick up speed praying whoever it was wouldn’t be gone by the time you got to them.
you probably didn’t realize how hastily you decided to speed walk because you ended up tripping over a grounded weed.
it was a loud thud, embarrassingly so given the fact that you had now alerted someone.
you tried to swiftly get up and brush it all off as footsteps approached.
“the hell are you doin’?” the gruff voice made you lift your head.
“u-uhm well,” you stammered, “my car started smoking and i have no clue where i am so i was looking for help.” he seemed unmoved by your story, scanning you up and down.
you stood there in an awkward silence, feeling antsy just from looking at this guy. if he wasn’t so intimidating, you’d have no problem twirling your hair and batting your lashes.
who were you kidding, his demeanor made him even hotter.
you cleared your throat, “so yea, do you think you have a phone or landline i could use inside? i need to make a call”
the longer his eyes bored into you, the more fidgety you got. his lack of words or smiles was genuinely unsettling. so much for a friendly farmer.
a farmer indeed. he definitely is a little more on the buff side for one, but that makes it better; the way his muscles are threatening to bust out of his shirt sent a wave of heat throughout you.
the top of his overalls flipped over instead of being buttoned at both corners did something major for his sex appeal. it was daunting how low the pants sat, teasing right above a nice v line.
he kissed his teeth, switching the piece of hay straw to the other side of his mouth. a dimple slightly popped out from the quick action. could he get any finer.
“so you come onto my property, snagging my crops and wandering your feet all over my seedings, and now you got the nerve to open that pretty lil mouth and make a demand?”
you were truly at a lack of words. how did he make it sound so incredulous.
“okay, sir i think you’re exaggerating a bit here”
something shifted in the way he looked at you. “tch, now it’s sir. where was all the respect for me a second ago, i saw you undressing me with y’er eyes darlin”
you froze. he stepped forward, closer to you.
“don’t be afraid, ‘m jus gonna teach you a lil lesson. sum’n a city girl like you is in desperate need of”
“if you want a phone call, y’gotta work for it. can’t just give you anything you ask for sweetheart”
clark had you on your knees right there in the middle of his field, cornstalks surrounding the both of you and providing some sort of privacy with height and quantity.
“you city princesses think you can just waltz into anywhere, dangle those perky tits at any fella and have your way”
you would have been offended, had he not just implied he thought your tits were perky. so he definitely was checking you out while you were checking him out.
you raised your shirt, revealing no bra and pushed your boobs together. “i think ‘m gonna get my way for sure, sir”
he took a nipple between his fingers and pinched not so softly. his rough digits twiddling your soft points, eliciting a string of mewls.
“so certain. i like it, can’t wait to knock your slutty mouth down a few pegs” he spoke and a grin crept up on his face. clark enjoyed ruining girls like you. thinking you’re so strong and bold, only to be left with your swollen pussy stretched and stuffed with the brute’s thick seed.
“open wide sweetheart, i gotta fuck some sense into this mouth. teach you how to talk to me”
he dropped the overalls and there were the largest thighs you’ve seen on a man, nothing like the guys on campus.
you reached for the waistband of his boxers, freeing what you assumed to be monster cock. veins protruding and tip flustered and leaky as you took it in your hands.
he let you take the reigns since you weren’t off to a bad start. rubbing his mushroom tip across your wet lips, glazing his precum over them.
however you learned kissing and licking was prolonging things a bit too much for him. he tapped your cheek, signaling you to open up.
he laid himself flat on your tongue, slowly working his way to the back of your throat. your mouth had a lot of adjusting to do, you were trying your hardest not to smother with such a heavy shaft lodged between your lips.
“mmmfh right, get comfortable,” he was surprised you weren’t so quick to get accommodated. it only gave him the green light to be as rough as possible. you were showing him a pretty whore like you could handle it.
and that you did. eyes watery, nose runny, and spit dripping from your mouth down your chin and onto your tits. one of your lashes was now on your cheek, and you were so focused, all you could hear were the gurgles of saliva being pushed around in your mouth and throat.
thankfully no one but a scarecrow was around to hear the muffled gags.
you kept your eyes on him, big doe orbs looking up at him while he kept your head in place. he looked down at you and it was obvious he was liking his view.
“look at you, messy girl,” he stifled a moan, “throat- fuck so fucking tight. y’er keepin up a little too well. gotta be way m-meaner with this hole”
he pinched your nose and watched you sputter around him. swallowing around him trying to get a single breath in, to his dismay however, you stood your ground. even with your eyes red with tears falling and your face losing color.
“my g-god y’er a fuckin pro,” he dragged himself back, allowing you to cough and breathe, “you must be used to this, perfect throat being used. need to keep you around so i can bruise it up whenever i want.”
clark oddly liked the sound of that, leaving your voice all hoarse from his cock and using you to drain his balls. you could probably do it every morning before he milked the cows.
snot at the entrance of your nose and your chest covered in drool, you took his cock back into your hands. sloppily stroking him, you opened your flushed mouth, “sir, can you fuck me now?”
he gritted his teeth before hissing as you found your way to his balls. your pussy was aching for attention, and you kinda still needed to make a call.
clark put you on top in his favorite position, reverse cowgirl. watch the fat globes of your ass gobble him up had his toes curling in his work boots.
“maybe i need a good college slut like you, damnit is this w-what you do for grades,” he wouldn’t doubt it. the way you deliberately slammed yourself back down onto him was unbelievable.
“sloppy fuckin pussy getting me all wet, cryin and spillin all over me- tch she’s sucking me in”
“y-yes sir mmm, yes daddy,” you said in between gasps, “wanted to r-ride you”
you were so glad you had no service, so grateful your car was a piece of shit. because then you wouldn’t be whoring yourself out, bouncing on this man’s lap in the middle of a farm.
he grabbed and swatted your ass every now and then, lecturing you to keep going. “this cunt gonna get a big load of you keep at it, don’t disappoint her”
“tch c-can’t believe you, interrupting my field work, just to get this pretty pussy destroyed,” he sounded crass, “is that what you wanted doll? wanted me to to fuck you dumb?”
you stupidly nodded your head, “yes i d-did daddy”
“needed some dick from a man old enough to be y’er fuckin father i see. maybe that’s the real issue- shit, y’jus needed a good fuck from an old man like me.”
your pace began to falter as every word he uttered had you clenching around him, ready to spray at any moment.
“keep fuckin bouncing baby, need to give you y’er reward for being a good girl, fuck, need to give this pussy a goddamn medal”
his rough hands were at your waist, guiding you up and down tirelessly. every thrust had you full, you were you could see him in your tummy.
“s-shit ‘m gonna cum baby, beg for it”
“p-please sir can i have it inside, c-can i have your nut inside daddy. gonna be a c-cute farm mommy”
he wasn’t too sure about the mommy part but having you around to fuck into everyday wouldn’t be a problem for him with such a sweet pussy you had on you.
loud squelches from your juices and your fucked out moans was sending him over the edge. you squeezed around him as you came, tight hole spasming sporadically.
“slutty girl begging to be knocked up, fuck y’er gonna kill me”
he brought you down one last time as he came, white stickiness filling your womb.
you laid back onto his chest, sounds of you both panting to catch breath. he softened inside you before pulling out, his load dribbling out of you.
“goddamn girl,” he chuckled, “you almost taught me a lesson.”
you giggled, still trying to pace your breathing.
“alright, let’s get you to the phone. n i can check out the car for you,” he paused as he let his hands rake through his hair, “gotta get you a plan b, too.”
raise your hand if you’d let mean farmer!clark ruin your life?
summary: You’ve grown used to spending Tuesday nights on a rooftop with Superman. You shared takeout, talked for hours about anything, and tried to pretend you weren’t slowly falling for him. The only issue was you had no idea who he was behind Superman.
content warnings: alcohol mentioned once, heels and skirt worn by reader, no physical description of reader, no smut, kissing, mostly just fluff (I guess if you could even call it that?)
word count: 2.4k+
pairing: collegestudent!female!reader x Superman/Clark Kent
Metropolis seemed to be the place that never slept. Even after midnight, neon lights continued to flicker, traffic hummed along many streets, and sounds of people laughing spilled from the bars and restaurants that were littered on every corner. You were used to it by now after your first semester at Metropolis University. The energy was overwhelming at times, but it beat the staleness of your small hometown.
That night wasn’t much different. You were walking back to your dorm after a night out with your friends. Your heels clicked against the pavement as the hem of your skirt needed to be pulled down every once in a while. The city was always a little brighter after a few drinks as your ears still pounded slightly from the loud music of the club.
Passing a random alleyway, you caught him in the corner of your eye. You slowed slightly as at first you thought it was just a shadow of a man slouched against the brick. When the light caught him, your breath caught in your throat. The cape was unmistakable. Superman.
You had only ever seen him from a distance. A few times flying over some skyscrapers, and the rest of the time just through shaky news footage on your phone or tv. Never like this, where you were close enough to be able to count the bruises across his jaw or hear the strained sound of his breathing. His large frame was pressed against the wall, fingers curling into the brick as if he was steadying himself. His head was bowed, mumbling words under his breath that were too low for you to even make sense of.
Any other time, you were the type to mind your own business and keep walking. Maybe you could blame your curiosity on the alcohol. Before you knew it, you had taken a few steps into the alley.
“Are you okay?” The sound of your voice causes him to freeze. He hadn’t even heard your footsteps as he was so lost in the fog of exhaustion and thoughts. Slowly, he lifted his head.
Blue eyes found yours. They were sharp and piercing, but they held the same amount of startle as yours now did.
“I-“ his voice cracked before he steadied it. He straightened, standing at his full height now as his cape rustled before falling back into place. “Yes. I’m fine.”
His voice returned to the same deep tone he always carried as Superman. You blinked, realizing you were just staring as you nod. “Okay.”
You kept it pretty simple as you turn to continue on your way. Something flicked inside him at the way you had accepted his answer so easily. It was a mix between amusement and disappointment that you were walking away so quickly.
Your beauty had stunned him, but of course he’d never admit that to a random woman in a dark alleyway. It wasn’t like he was trying to creep you out. But he also couldn’t stop the way his steps followed after you.
“You’re walking alone?” He calls after you.
You glanced over your shoulder, your eyes catching his and offered a small, friendly grin. “Yeah. I live a few blocks away.”
He nodded once, decisive. “I’ll walk with you.”
Before you could even let the argument slip past your lips, his long strides fell into place beside yours. The cape trailed just enough to brush the air behind him as he towered over you. The few pedestrians out at this hour slowed, stared, whispered. You knew it probably looked odd.
You bit back a laugh as your face felt hot. “This is embarrassing.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and your eyes widened as you winced slightly. “I mean- sorry. That sounded rude. I didn’t mean it like that.”
His lips curved slightly into a faintly bashful smile that softened his entire face. “Don’t worry. I know what you meant.”
It is quiet between the two of you as you cross the next street before you speak. “So you talk to yourself?” Your eyes glance up to him.
His brow furrows slightly as his eyes meet yours. “What?”
“In the alley,” you clarify, grinning slightly. “You were mumbling. It kind of sounded like a conversation, but you were the only one there.”
Color crept faintly into his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his neck. His gaze darted away for a moment. “…I do that sometimes.”
You laughed softly. “I do too.”
You made him feel so out of his element already, which worried him. Just the sound of your voice caused his heartbeat to increase.
You sigh as you slow down to pause in front of the building. “Well, this is me. Thank you for walking me home.”
He looks down at you with a small smile on his lips. “Don’t thank me. I wanted to. Goodnight,” he pauses after the last word, lifting his gaze slightly as if he wanted your name. You tell him and his chest flutters at knowing something else about you. He repeats it, telling you to have a good night once again.
That was how it started.
You didn’t know what urged you to stop that night. But from then on, Tuesday nights became yours. Superman would land on the roof of your dorm, the gust of wind announcing his arrival, and you’d already be waiting. Sometimes with takeout, sometimes with homework sprawled around you, sometimes with just tons to yap about. The most confusing part was you weren’t sure what this was. A friendship, sure, but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t look forward to those nights a little too much.
He felt the same way. He wanted nothing more than to see you more often, show you who he truly was, even ask you on a date. There were several times where he wanted to plan an “accidental” run in as Clark. But he was terrified you wouldn’t give him the time of day as someone so dorky and awkward. So the late night hang outs continued. You didn’t ask who he truly was, and he didn’t bring it up either.
You were sitting on the roof of your dorm building, back pressed against the brick wall as two containers of chow mein sat next to you. You had a textbook opened into your lap, the cool breeze of the night brushing past your legs that weren’t covered at all in your pajama shorts. Your teeth held one of your hoodie strings between them out of habit.
The familiar rush of wind came shortly after as you didn’t even have to look over to know he was here. His landing was always quiet but never subtle.
“Hey Supes,” you tease, turning the page. “I got you some Chinese in case you’re hungry.”
When you did finally glance over, your lips curve in a half smile. Because there you were with your takeout, and there he was standing a few feet away holding his own bag of food like a person arriving late to a gathering.
“I did the same for you,” he admitted, the corner of his mouth curving in a sheepish smile.
“Oh, we’re trying to out-nice eachother now?” You grin, watching as he settles about a foot away from you. For a moment it almost feels unreal as it did in the beginning. Superman, a world known figure, sitting criss cross near you with takeout between the two of you.
“We might have to start setting up dates for who brings what,” he responds.
You reach over to look through the bag that he brought as you begin to speak again. “So you remember that paper you helped me write last week?” You ask, pulling open the container to find falafel. You tap your finger with your thumb as you make an excited face since it was one of your favorites.
He grins, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he had no idea what you were doing. He would have to add that into his phone notes of the various gestures and phrases you used so he could look them up later. You made him feel so out of touch but he loved every second of it.
“The one where your contribution was typing your name at the top?” He asks, and your eyes flicker to his face as you can’t hold back a grin. He had been growing more comfortable with teasing you as time passed.
“Yeah, if that’s how you want to remember it,” you laugh lightly. “Anyway, I got 100 on it. Like, my professor had no corrections at all and said it was the best thing he’s read all semester. How are you so good at writing?”
He ducked his head slightly, trying to disguise the flush creeping up his neck. “Oh, you know… I’m just good with words, I guess,” he replies, hoping you wouldn’t notice how nervous he was around you again. “Lots of practice.”
Your nod as your eyes narrow slightly, taking a bite of food. You would have to circle back to his last comment later.
He glances down at the textbook in your lap as he tries to change the subject. “Economics, huh? That’s some pretty heavy stuff.”
You sigh as you glance back to the book. “Yeah. I have a test tomorrow.” You pause for a moment before speaking again. “When you say you have lots of practice, does that mean through your job? Like your day job I mean?” You ask simply, going back to what he said. You were always trying to subtly pull information out of him in hopes you could find out who he really was without him telling you. It was like a game. “Maybe you went to school for it?”
His lips parted like he’d been caught in the middle of something. For a split second, his eyes flickered away before he leaned back against the brick wall with you.
“My day job,” he repeated. He adjusted the carton in his hands like it demanded his full attention. “Yeah, something like that.”
You tilted your head, chewing thoughtfully as your eyes stayed locked on him. “So you do have one.”
That nervous little smile tugged at his mouth. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“Not really,” you smile. “I mean, Superman doesn’t exactly strike me as the clock in, clock out type.”
He chuckled under his breath and you felt a small thrill that maybe you’d managed to crack his composure. “Maybe I like blending in,” he offered.
“So it has something to do with writing,” you continue, watching as he takes a bite.
He swallows before giving you a look, but the slight smile is still there. “You ask a lot of questions. I really don’t even have the chance to get to know you.”
You grin, shaking your head as you continue to eat. “You know me. You know my name and where I live. That basically means you know me more than a lot of people.”
He sighs and shakes his head with a grin, and he swears he is about to open his mouth to tell you his real name before you keep talking.
“But fine. I’ll ask easier questions for now. Do you have a girlfriend?”
His heart thuds in his chest for a different reason as he meets your gaze again, pausing. “No. No girlfriend.”
His response amuses you for a second as you laugh. “Uh oh. There was a pause. I’ll rephrase, does your secret identity have a girlfriend?”
That makes him laugh this time as he shakes his head.
“No, no parts of me have a girlfriend. I promise.”
You smile as you pick up the other container, still amused. “Boyfriend? You know there’s talk on the internet that you and Batman might have something going on,” you tease.
That did it. His head dropped instantly as another laugh escaped him, covering his face with his hand. “Oh my gosh,” he mutters, his shoulders shaking slightly in amusement. “You are… what is that word you called me last week?”
You smirk widely. You always loved the way his voice got higher when he couldn’t stop laughing. “Insufferable?”
“You are insufferable,” his grins, his laughter dying down as he looks up at you again. “But no. I only spend time with one person that I look at in more than a platonic way.”
Your grin falters for a second and your lips part as you blink at him. “Oh yeah?” you say softly, your tone playful but your pulse quickening. “And who’s that?”
His gaze lingers on you, unflinching, until the air between you feels heavy. “You already know,” he says softly.
You feel your breath catch, your heart clenching in your chest. Before you can even think of a clever reply, he leans in. His lips find yours gently, testing at first, but the warmth of his lips rushes through you so fast your head spins.
You almost forget to breathe at how unreal this feels. Your hands gently find his shoulders as you kiss him back. He pulls back just enough for you to see the faint flush over his cheeks before his voice rumbles against your lips.
“My name is Clark Kent,” he admits, and before you can even react his lips are on yours again.
“I work at the Daily Planet,” he murmurs between another kiss, his mouth curving into a smile before pressing them against yours again.
You try to laugh against his lips, giddy with amusement and disbelief before he is pulling away again. “Clark?”
But you are cut off as he kisses your jaw. “I live at 344 Clinton street,” he returns to your lips as pecks them again. “Apartment 3D.”
You can barely breathe, partly from laughing but also the way this large man you had been falling for over the last few weeks was kissing you so intensely. Your hands have now found his nape as your fingers glide into his hair.
He pulls away once more to kiss the corner of your mouth. “You’re insane,” you giggle.
“My phone number is 555-5185,” another kiss. “And I wear glasses.”
By the time he pulls back properly, you’re breathless with laughter and your lips tingle. He’s smiling, but rests his forehead against yours as he nuzzles your face.
“Seriously, anything you want to know about me, I’ll tell you. Anything,” he says softly as his large hand holds your face gently.
“You’re not real,” you whisper with a small smile.
“Neither are you,” he counters, brushing his thumb over your cheek before stealing another kiss.
notes: this was just a fun little something I guess. I needed something light bc the other piece I am working on is killing meeee!! Thanks for reading 💋💋
i was gonna wait until friday oct 3rd to have it on schedule, but i just couldn’t sit on this one … consider this an early freaktober treat 😏
“if you want a phone call, y’gotta work for it. can’t just give you anything you ask for sweetheart”
clark had you on your knees right there in the middle of his field, cornstalks surrounding the both of you and providing some sort of privacy with height and quantity.
“open wide sweetheart, i gotta fuck some sense into this mouth. teach you how to talk to me”
2k words, loosely proofread, pls enjoy
driving home along one of the back dirt roads wasn’t the smartest move, but how were you supposed to know what the check engine light switching from still to blinking meant.
you hadn’t even noticed the smoke coming from the front of your vehicle at first.
you immediately pulled over, turned the car off, and hopped out, as if it was gonna detonate at any second.
annoyed at yourself for making a slight inconvenience an even worse one, you tried to calm down by reminding yourself it was okay. there was nothing wrong with you taking the scenic route for the drive home from uni.
you were hot, irritated, and terrified. you were way out of the city by now, but not quite home yet either. you still had your ways to go.
gotta call dad was your next best thought. as you dialed the number you know by heart, you couldn’t help but notice your surroundings.
the phone wasn’t even ringing, no service. great, best way to kick off halloweekend is being stranded in bum fuck nowhere.
yes, you drove past here constantly throughout each year at university, but there’s a vast difference actually standing out there.
nothing but straight grass to your right and on your left, large stalks that a serial killer would definitely be hiding in.
presumably with a field like this, someone must be tending to it. and you were sure the sun would start setting in the next hour or two.
you grabbed your purse out of the passenger seat, locked your car, and decided to walk along the cornfield. you were hoping to come up on a house or a barn or just proof of life other than yourself and the cicadas.
y’gotta be fucking kidding me … after checking the time, you noticed what felt like an hour was only ten minutes.
in almost an instant you heard something, something ruffling in the field. now, you weren’t stupid. you would not normally go investigate.
however you crossed your fingers for a friendly farmer and not some hash slinging slasher or carnivorous beast as you made your way towards the nearest row.
you tried your best to follow the faint noise of clanking. as it sounded closer, you began to pick up speed praying whoever it was wouldn’t be gone by the time you got to them.
you probably didn’t realize how hastily you decided to speed walk because you ended up tripping over a grounded weed.
it was a loud thud, embarrassingly so given the fact that you had now alerted someone.
you tried to swiftly get up and brush it all off as footsteps approached.
“the hell are you doin’?” the gruff voice made you lift your head.
“u-uhm well,” you stammered, “my car started smoking and i have no clue where i am so i was looking for help.” he seemed unmoved by your story, scanning you up and down.
you stood there in an awkward silence, feeling antsy just from looking at this guy. if he wasn’t so intimidating, you’d have no problem twirling your hair and batting your lashes.
who were you kidding, his demeanor made him even hotter.
you cleared your throat, “so yea, do you think you have a phone or landline i could use inside? i need to make a call”
the longer his eyes bored into you, the more fidgety you got. his lack of words or smiles was genuinely unsettling. so much for a friendly farmer.
a farmer indeed. he definitely is a little more on the buff side for one, but that makes it better; the way his muscles are threatening to bust out of his shirt sent a wave of heat throughout you.
the top of his overalls flipped over instead of being buttoned at both corners did something major for his sex appeal. it was daunting how low the pants sat, teasing right above a nice v line.
he kissed his teeth, switching the piece of hay straw to the other side of his mouth. a dimple slightly popped out from the quick action. could he get any finer.
“so you come onto my property, snagging my crops and wandering your feet all over my seedings, and now you got the nerve to open that pretty lil mouth and make a demand?”
you were truly at a lack of words. how did he make it sound so incredulous.
“okay, sir i think you’re exaggerating a bit here”
something shifted in the way he looked at you. “tch, now it’s sir. where was all the respect for me a second ago, i saw you undressing me with y’er eyes darlin”
you froze. he stepped forward, closer to you.
“don’t be afraid, ‘m jus gonna teach you a lil lesson. sum’n a city girl like you is in desperate need of”
“if you want a phone call, y’gotta work for it. can’t just give you anything you ask for sweetheart”
clark had you on your knees right there in the middle of his field, cornstalks surrounding the both of you and providing some sort of privacy with height and quantity.
“you city princesses think you can just waltz into anywhere, dangle those perky tits at any fella and have your way”
you would have been offended, had he not just implied he thought your tits were perky. so he definitely was checking you out while you were checking him out.
you raised your shirt, revealing no bra and pushed your boobs together. “i think ‘m gonna get my way for sure, sir”
he took a nipple between his fingers and pinched not so softly. his rough digits twiddling your soft points, eliciting a string of mewls.
“so certain. i like it, can’t wait to knock your slutty mouth down a few pegs” he spoke and a grin crept up on his face. clark enjoyed ruining girls like you. thinking you’re so strong and bold, only to be left with your swollen pussy stretched and stuffed with the brute’s thick seed.
“open wide sweetheart, i gotta fuck some sense into this mouth. teach you how to talk to me”
he dropped the overalls and there were the largest thighs you’ve seen on a man, nothing like the guys on campus.
you reached for the waistband of his boxers, freeing what you assumed to be monster cock. veins protruding and tip flustered and leaky as you took it in your hands.
he let you take the reigns since you weren’t off to a bad start. rubbing his mushroom tip across your wet lips, glazing his precum over them.
however you learned kissing and licking was prolonging things a bit too much for him. he tapped your cheek, signaling you to open up.
he laid himself flat on your tongue, slowly working his way to the back of your throat. your mouth had a lot of adjusting to do, you were trying your hardest not to smother with such a heavy shaft lodged between your lips.
“mmmfh right, get comfortable,” he was surprised you weren’t so quick to get accommodated. it only gave him the green light to be as rough as possible. you were showing him a pretty whore like you could handle it.
and that you did. eyes watery, nose runny, and spit dripping from your mouth down your chin and onto your tits. one of your lashes was now on your cheek, and you were so focused, all you could hear were the gurgles of saliva being pushed around in your mouth and throat.
thankfully no one but a scarecrow was around to hear the muffled gags.
you kept your eyes on him, big doe orbs looking up at him while he kept your head in place. he looked down at you and it was obvious he was liking his view.
“look at you, messy girl,” he stifled a moan, “throat- fuck so fucking tight. y’er keepin up a little too well. gotta be way m-meaner with this hole”
he pinched your nose and watched you sputter around him. swallowing around him trying to get a single breath in, to his dismay however, you stood your ground. even with your eyes red with tears falling and your face losing color.
“my g-god y’er a fuckin pro,” he dragged himself back, allowing you to cough and breathe, “you must be used to this, perfect throat being used. need to keep you around so i can bruise it up whenever i want.”
clark oddly liked the sound of that, leaving your voice all hoarse from his cock and using you to drain his balls. you could probably do it every morning before he milked the cows.
snot at the entrance of your nose and your chest covered in drool, you took his cock back into your hands. sloppily stroking him, you opened your flushed mouth, “sir, can you fuck me now?”
he gritted his teeth before hissing as you found your way to his balls. your pussy was aching for attention, and you kinda still needed to make a call.
clark put you on top in his favorite position, reverse cowgirl. watch the fat globes of your ass gobble him up had his toes curling in his work boots.
“maybe i need a good college slut like you, damnit is this w-what you do for grades,” he wouldn’t doubt it. the way you deliberately slammed yourself back down onto him was unbelievable.
“sloppy fuckin pussy getting me all wet, cryin and spillin all over me- tch she’s sucking me in”
“y-yes sir mmm, yes daddy,” you said in between gasps, “wanted to r-ride you”
you were so glad you had no service, so grateful your car was a piece of shit. because then you wouldn’t be whoring yourself out, bouncing on this man’s lap in the middle of a farm.
he grabbed and swatted your ass every now and then, lecturing you to keep going. “this cunt gonna get a big load of you keep at it, don’t disappoint her”
“tch c-can’t believe you, interrupting my field work, just to get this pretty pussy destroyed,” he sounded crass, “is that what you wanted doll? wanted me to to fuck you dumb?”
you stupidly nodded your head, “yes i d-did daddy”
“needed some dick from a man old enough to be y’er fuckin father i see. maybe that’s the real issue- shit, y’jus needed a good fuck from an old man like me.”
your pace began to falter as every word he uttered had you clenching around him, ready to spray at any moment.
“keep fuckin bouncing baby, need to give you y’er reward for being a good girl, fuck, need to give this pussy a goddamn medal”
his rough hands were at your waist, guiding you up and down tirelessly. every thrust had you full, you were you could see him in your tummy.
“s-shit ‘m gonna cum baby, beg for it”
“p-please sir can i have it inside, c-can i have your nut inside daddy. gonna be a c-cute farm mommy”
he wasn’t too sure about the mommy part but having you around to fuck into everyday wouldn’t be a problem for him with such a sweet pussy you had on you.
loud squelches from your juices and your fucked out moans was sending him over the edge. you squeezed around him as you came, tight hole spasming sporadically.
“slutty girl begging to be knocked up, fuck y’er gonna kill me”
he brought you down one last time as he came, white stickiness filling your womb.
you laid back onto his chest, sounds of you both panting to catch breath. he softened inside you before pulling out, his load dribbling out of you.
“goddamn girl,” he chuckled, “you almost taught me a lesson.”
you giggled, still trying to pace your breathing.
“alright, let’s get you to the phone. n i can check out the car for you,” he paused as he let his hands rake through his hair, “gotta get you a plan b, too.”
raise your hand if you’d let mean farmer!clark ruin your life?
kinktober … freaktober …. slutober … i think i should do one. i just dk how. i’ve been on and off writing for years and ive never participated.
maybe every week in october??? ik i cannot do everyday .. maybe.
nearly 900 followers but my active follows + interactions are on the lesser side and new. so the idea of letting the people choose is out of question. or not idk
