There is no method to my uploading, try as I might I can not stick to a schedule just yet!
Richard Harmon
Alex Wright (grave encounter 2)
desperate
Plot: Alex wants to make his movie more interesting and what better way to do that than to cheat on his girlfriend. A quick, desperate round of borderline hate sex. 18+ smut. Word Count: 2K
do or die
Plot: Alex wants to make his movie even more interesting, so he does as the building demands. Readers matches Alexâs freak. 18+ smut. Word Count: 2,5K
Superman ~ Clark Kent
intimate
Plot: In my head, Clark is touch starved and always saccharine sweet! Involves how Clark is intimate in different settings. A bite size one shot. 18+ smut. Word Count: 374
ice (breath) play
Plot: Clark tells you he has a new trick he'd like to show you after work. It may or may not involve how cold he can make his breath go. 18+ smut. Word Count: 2,4K
Ghostbusters
Egon Spengler â sublime slime
Plot: You decide to stay up late in the lab with Egon as he's studying the slime. You proposition him with a not very PG suggestion and he discovers some fascinating things about how the slime reacts to positive actions. 18+ Smut. Word count: 1,1K - short and sweet.
More to be written...
Peacemaker
Christopher Smith â cry baby
Plot: Chris cries during sex, you can't change my mind. Sweet, sensual and short one shot. 18+ Smut. Word count: 1.8K
John Economos â touch starved
Plot: Short 18+ headcannons about how I think John would be touch starved and how it would carry over into the things he would do with you. 18+ Smut.
More to be written...
John Wick
Blood-stained snow - loading...
Will be posted Friday the 8th
Plot: You agree to go with John to Hallstat but whilst you guys are waiting for the Ballerina to either fail or kill. Ya'll get f r e a k y. 18+ smut. word count 2.2k
Random Characters
Maurice "Frenchie" Theriault â "someones" got a hold of me
Plot: You and Maurice have a romantic evening planned but you insist that you indulge in âdesertâ before the main course. 18+ smut. Word count: 1.9K
It's officially been a year since I first posted a fanfic! I want to say another massive thank you to everyone that's been a silent fan and a loud one! You all have given me such inspiration to keep writing đ
I'm back in a writing mood and was wondering if y'all would want some more Chris Smith cry baby related smuts. I made the poll to work out if it'll be worth the time to write them. They wont be a continuation so you wont have to read all parts to know what's happening. so...
Blood-Stained Snow - John Wick x fem!reader *18+ smut*
TW/Contents: blood (obvi) not used as lube but tasted,somewhat rough handling nothing crazy tho dw, pre-established relationship, sweet john is canon to me, semi-public smut, creampie.
Plot: You agree to go with John to Hallstat but whilst you guys are waiting for the Ballerina to either fail or kill. Ya'll get f r e a k y. 18+ smut. word count 2.2k
It was an easy decision for you to agree to help John, especially given his recent betrayal. Your allegiance to the high table was always feeble at best anyway. So, when he came limping to you looking like he lost a fight with twenty flights of stairs, you happily agreed to help without even knowing what that would even involve. Getting one up on the high table would be a great achievement to have under your belt anyway.
Whilst on the train to Hallstat, John filled you in that The Director had asked him to retrieve the ballerina before she could cause an all-out war between factions. Obviously, John could and would deal with this issue without your help, lord knows heâs accomplished more with less before anyway. Your being there was out of convenience since straight after this, youâd be starting your travels straight to Tokyo. You had just wanted to tag along to the once complete mystery that is The Cult, and impressive story that would surely be brought up when youâre next at the bar with fellow fiends.
When you had both arrived John steps out of the train and sets off to hunt down Eve. The man of few words disappears into the snowy canvas of the surrounding hills, as I go in search of the watch tower. A position youâd both had established and discussed on the train. You would be stationed and acting as a further way of observation. Thanks to the agreement between The Director and Chancellor you had free reign of the watchtower (ignoring the few bodies that laid strewn on the stairs behind you). Easily making your way up to the top of the tower, you decide to take a cheeky look at the disgustingly attractive hitman currently and quickly strutting towards your current location. As you were still watching him through the telescope, your phone chimes with a notification for a brief message from John, he explained that they had come to an agreement and that she had until midnight to finish her âtaskâ before John would get âinvolvedâ. Â An overly simplified answer you had grown accustomed to.
When John had made it to the top of the tower you took note of his split lip, an injury he already had before arriving at Hallstat but after the fight with the ballerina it had appeared reopened. âAgain?â you ask in jest, you take for granted heâd understand to what youâre referring to and after his grunt of (what you assume is agreement) you surmise that yes, he did understand.
Thus began a slow and painstaking watch of the clock as the ballerina danced around a crunching time frame. Giving you, unfortunately, time to think.
John very rarely asked or accepted help in any sense of the word, but your connections reached countries youâre sure heâs only spoken two words in total in. You saw John asking for your assistance with contacts as one of the only niceties heâd ever granted for himself, saving himself from needless conversations with people he doesnât respect. He admired your ability to chat to people so easily, heâd seen you diffuse situations he was willing to shoot his way out of.
The melodic sounds of gunfire drifted through the crisp winter air, reaching you ears and lulling you into an odd feeling of contentedness. The knowledge that Eve was still massacring her way through this weird village cult meant more time of watching John laid down watching her through the scope. His suit leaving little to the imagination for his strong physic. John ever the hyper aware trained killer, looked over his shoulder to watch your unabashed stares. âI see youâve not changedâ thereâs a gentle lilt to his voice that you indulge yourself in believing is teasing. âWhat can I sayâ you utter somewhat quietly with a soft shrug of your shoulders to accompany the statement.
You and Johns relationship was a non-comital and an occasional source of comfort. Although you to hadnât slept together since John had started dating what ended up being his future wife, or after her terrible passing. There had been an organic and healthy end to your escapades together, a sweet understanding that all you could offer him was a carnal desire and not a concrete future. Youâre drive to excel through the ranks had been the defining factor for your commitment issues.
After a few beats of silently staring at each other, you admit something youâve kept close to your chest âIâve missed youâ. John the master of unreadable reactions, blinks and inhales somewhat deeply. âYeah?â you canât tell if itâs a question, but you proceed on the understanding it most definitely was. âOf course.â a small smile graces your face, a sight John admittedly missed. âI missed you too, although not how I imagine you missed meâ Johnâs cheeky remark causes a short laugh that escapes you and you see a smirk crack its way onto John face. A memory youâll be sure to keep locked away with all the others of him. âDo you really think that low of me!â you ask in faux shock, you even slap a hand against where your heart hammers in your chest to truly sell the image. John snorts but cuts of his short-lived chortle by saying âNo, but Iâve seen the way your thighs have been squeezing together since weâve caught up on the trainâ John fully turns to you now, resting on his elbows in what looks like an uncomfortable position. As if your body wanted to prove his point your thighs squeeze together, blaming the action on the deep rumble of his voice and the fact his eyes that havenât looked away from your form. âDid you want to do something about it?â John asks before giving your brain a chance to catch up and ask the exact same thing. Theres a haze of guilt that fogs your brain, so you decide to ask, âAre you sure that you want to?â your voice is gentle and carries sweetly across the silent space. John cocks his head, his hair falling into his eyeâs. âI wouldnât have asked cĐ°Đ»ĐŸĐŽĐșĐ°Ńâ and the second heâd finished saying his old term of endearment in his mother tongue, you caved.
You slowly slid down from the box you had been perched on, landing softly on your knees you fell forward once more. Now on your hands also, you crawl your way over to him, ensuring that thereâs a gentle sway to your hips. On your way over his tall, lean body you take a note of his half hard cock. It strains alluringly against his all-black slacks. You come to stop after youâre fully above him. John lets his head fall back so he can more comfortably look up at you, he shifts himself to be propped up against the wall he has his sniper rifle set up on. Now better supported John slides his hand to rest at the base of your skull; you can feel how his hand dwarfs the size of your head a fact that you hadnât forgotten from years ago. He firmly drags your head down to meet your lips in an animalistic make out of clashing teeth and fighting tongues. You take note of the dull pain that starts to bloom in your knees, so you softly sit back and perch yourself above his now rock-hard cock. A motion that has both of you groaning into each otherâs mouthâs. During the deep intake of breath you take note of the faint taste of blood on your tongue, you take a quick peek at him before he can drag you back to his mouth: you see his split lip, now even more swollen. Blood had started to trickle slowly down his chin, if John could feel it, he showed no signs of it.
Without much though you leaned down, John matching you and going to meet your lips in the middle but, you change your direction. Instead, your tongue meets the small trickle of blood, following its path to his bottom lip where you plant a peck where the injury lies. John groans and grits his teeth before once again carding a hand through your hair to ensure you canât pull away so easily from his kiss again. John tastes his blood on your tongue, a taste that he knows all too wellbut under this new circumstance, excited him more than he cared to ever voice.
Johnâs unoccupied hand must grow bored as you feel it trail from the fat of your upper thigh to rest on the side of your ass cheek. He squeezes the cheek harshly and uses it as a convenient handle to get you to start grinding against his dick again. You get the message and start a rhythm that gets both of you groaning into each otherâs mouths again. Your hand drifts from his chest to the zip of his slacks, quickly ridding the obstacles from your end goal. With his dick now free from his constraints you pull away from his kiss to stand up (much to his dismay) as you start to quickly take off your thermal leggings. A task you surmise wouldâve been far too difficult if still perched prettily on his lap.
Hyper aware of the prickly cold bite of the snow around you and the ever-dwindling time frame. You sit back on top of him quickly, one of his hands fly to your hip in a tight grip whilst his other hand guides his cock into your wet pussy. The realisation that you had been ready for this way before any notion of it even being on the table, shouldâve been embarrassing, but in truth, you would always be ready for him at the drop of a spent bullet shell.
Feeling his impressive length slowly sink into you was euphoric, the blunt head of his cock already nudging your g spot. An impressive feat that only he had ever seemed to of mastered. You quickly keen forward, moaning wantonly into his ear. You plant your face into his neck to muffle any more sounds that wanted to escape you, briefly getting to smell his distinctive scent of gun powder and cologne youâve never seen him apply. His now free hand flies up to your jaw where he roughly guideâs your lips to meet in another teeth clashing make out.
With you sufficiently distracted John sets a brutal pace, thrusting up into you in quick bursts where in-between kisses and gasping for breath he grunts with exertion. With every kiss you can still taste the tang of his blood, a taste that turns you on more. You assume he knows as youâre convinced you can feel him smirk when you suck on his split bottom lip. But as further proof John can also feel your walls fluttering around his dick, an action that he regrets is making him feel close already. âfuckâ he grunts out into your gasping mouth, âYou close?â you ask softly. John just offers a gruff Mhm in response. You take Johns hand that had been sat stationary at your neck and guide his long fingers down to your throbbing clit. Immediately you moan into the air, his fingers take up an as brutal of a pace as his thrusts. Causing you to seize up around him. You feel your orgasm creeping up faster than you had anticipated, you try to warn him your just as close you imagine he is now but struggle to get the worlds out as he flips you over onto your back. The rocky ground takes skin off your back but before you can even register the discomfort you fall over the edge, his fingers still making quick movements on your clit. Your own hand leaving crescent shape gauges in his lower neck.
John whole body shudders to a stop. His hands moving to hold your hip give rhythmic squeezes to help ground the both of you. âfuckâ you breath softly and as much as it kills you, you give a knowing pat to his hands. But to your heartbreaking surprise instead of him removing them he flips his palms over and holds them instead. His eyes land on yours and in a moment of heartfelt weakness you lean up and softly peck his swollen lips. âWe should check what the ballerina is doing Johnâ his forehead falls onto yours; you ignore the sweat that clings there as he grunts in agreement. A smile graces you face as you sneak a final peck and feel him pull away from you fully. Youâre worried that the cold winter air would be the only thing to wrap around you now, but Johns hands pull you up and he cleans you up the best he can under the circumstances. You take note that he hasnât even righted himself yet and where after all of that itâs him that steals a peck from you before turning around and zipping himself up. He goes back to looking through the scope of the sniper rifle to you completely unphased, but on Johns face a small smile cracks across his face.
a/n: Thank you for reading guy's! if you liked this check out my masterlist for more of my work! sorry that this has taken me so long to post. this is the result of a poll i had recently-ish. anyways thank you guys for being so patient with me.
Aftercare with Chris "Peacemaker" Smith ~ suggestive, tooth rotting fluff
Description: looking after each other after sex, super sweet and very short. my first non smut piece of writing! Word count: 774
Chrisâs warm breath cascaded over the side of your neck, goosebumps beginning to rise across your flesh as you tried to get your own breathing under control. Your hands had found solace in his hair, your nails softy scratching across his scalp as a way to sooth both of you in each otherâs afterglow. Chris was still nestled within your warmth, his head resting in the crook of your neck. His big arms which had been bracing himself over you had now fallen to cradle your frame as he allowed his brain to try and catch up with his body. His entire body weight beginning to sag into your smaller frame.
âI donât want to moveâ Chris murmurs, aiming for your ear but instead speaking into your hair âI would love to say you donât have to, but your kindaâ crushing meâ you softly reply. âMphhh⊠fineâ thereâs an air of disappointment to his voice that causes your smile to widen.
You feel Chris start to slowly pull away, grunting with effort as he perches himself up on his elbows and gazes down at your face. You feel his thumbs start to lovingly rub circles into what ever flesh they can reach from his new position, a smile adorning his face with blush tinted cheeks to match. His eyes holding a sweet sparkle of adoration as he takes his time to look over your frame, they stop briefly at the sight of a hickey thatâs beginning to bloom near your jaw line (after you had asked him kindly not to leave a mark). His smile turning damn near sleazy at the sight, a change that you quickly take note âWhat are you-â âIâm going to go grab a cloth!â Chris says suddenly cutting you off and leaving you gasping as he finally and gently pulls out.
You donât have enough brain power left to query him on his speedy get away and instead find solace in watching his perfect ass walk away to the ensuite bathroom. You take note of his incredibly sculpted back, how the plains of muscle stretch over his frame and make him such a large (sometimes intimidating) figure.
Chris swans back with a dampened washcloth in hand. Taking large strides to quickly come back into contact with you. You quirk your eyebrow in question when he decides to climb up onto the bed by the foot, still naked he kneels before you. Softly he grabs your ankle and lifts your leg, he places it to rest on his hip. Then slowly he swipes the cool, damp material over your upper thighs, massaging them at the same time. Your hum as you feel your eyelids droop in exhaustion, but you refuse to allow them to close and give in to sleep. Chris leans in and plants soft kisses on the now freshly washed flesh, his kisses continue to trail up to your lower stomach, where he stays as he cleans you up. Heâs gentle and cautious as to not cause you any overstimulation or discomfort.
Chris continues to kiss up your body stopping briefly at your chest, causing a soft moan to tumble out of your mouth before he quickly moves up further to kiss you lovingly. His arms encircle you hips and rolls you both over, so youâre now perched on top of him.
You plant you hands on his chest and raise your upper body up enough to start planting kisses over his face in a flurry of quick pecks that cause him to giggle endearingly. Whilst youâre distracted a hand that had been firmly planted on you hip had slid down to instead grasp a butt cheek cheekily. You smile into the kisses you trail down his neck taking the opportunity to leave a hickey at the crux between his shoulder and neck, knowing heâll take pride in the mark when he goes to the 11th street kids lunch/mission debrief tomorrow. After your satisfied in the reddening mark you made, you start to drag your teeth down over his collar bone.
Exhaustion weighs heavy in your muscles as you leave you last peck above his heart. âI love youâ he mumbles tiredly before you could, his eyes closed but a smile still stretched over his lips. âI love you toâ you whisper gently into his ear, kissing the lobe before you plant a soft kiss on his lips. He immediately reciprocates and kisses you back just as softly, pulling away gently he guides your head to rest on his peck. You listen to his rhythmic heartbeat as sleep pulls both of you into the comfort of slumber.
authors notes: massive thank you for reading my work! if you liked this one please consider checking out my other chris smith fic cry baby or check out my masterlist for more of my work!
When the ending of peacemaker season 2 has got you heartbroken and empty but you gotta buck up and write more smut for those fine pieces of ass that he cast in the show
John Economos ~ touch starved (short 18+ headcannons)
fluffy, sweet and short headcannons
John Economos being touch starved carried over into everything he did when he was with you. Craving any and all touch that you would treat him to. Dare he say, it was all he could think about (beside's the pure fear and anxiety that plagued him).
Date nights with him would involve constant hand holding, failing that he loved to hold either your lower back or hip. Due to his height he also loved to keep you nestled under his arm in a half hug walk. You find it sweet how his anxiety seemed to ease slightly as long as you were within arms reach (you often wondered how he functions whilst at work, where much to his dismay, you couldn't follow him around and act like his safety blanket). When you guy's would have dinner out, he'd always without fail opt for booth's where he can sit beside you instead of across.
Planning the future with him was a heartwarming pass time. On the evenings to de-stress you both would sit pressed up together on the couch and talk about everything and anything regarding future plans. You guy's future home which he may or may not of made a shared pinterest board for, was always being added to. When trying to fall asleep, you'd rest your head on his chest and whilst listening to his heartbeat you'd talk about whether or not you'd have kids or just get another cat.
Having sex with him was an intense affair. John would often go for standard missionary because it meant that he could always look at your face. Holding hands was always something he craved during the act, failing that, he loved leaving his fingerprint shaped bruises on your hips. He would never admit it but he loved leaving and receiving evidence that you were each others, whether it was love bites or your scratches down his back. You had told him on many an occasion that his height was a massive turn on for you, he'd be lying if he said he didn't also love it.
After care with him was an intensely intimate affair, were talking constant sweet nothing's, pecks to every inch of available skin and the softest clean up that you end questioning if he's actually achieved anything. You always run your fingers through his hair as he's falling asleep on your chest, an action he adores, he often thinks that if he could purr he would. John would also make sure that you've got a glass of water on the bedside table, just in case!
BONUS!: John would also love to show you off to the "11th Street Kid's" group. Showing them cute couples photos you had insisted on taking during date nights. He'd also have an explicit Polaroid in his wallet, you had taken it as a anniversary surprise. He would definitely be paranoid that someone would see it, but couldn't resist keeping such an intimate gift close to him at all times.
All in all John's an absolute babe who just needs a hug, a kiss and a large mug of chamomile tea!
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notes: a full John Economos fic is in the works! it'll have to wait till after my previously agreed Chris Smith aftercare headcannons tho, sorry ËÊâĄÉË
what should i write next?!
I will be writing them both but...
which first?
John Economos ~ touch starved (headcannons)
Aftercare with Peacemaker (short drabble)
Voting ended onOct 5, 2025
notes: John Economos headcannons now posted! Just couldn't wait for the poll to finish... totally not because I accidentally posted publicly and not to drafts... totally. Find it linked below!
touch starved
Cry Baby - Chris (peacemaker) smith x fem!reader *SMUT*
Plot - Chris cries during sex, you can't change my mind. Sweet, sensual and short one shot. word count 1.8K 18+ smut
You and Chris had met when he came back from the hospital, being his new-ish neighbour and hearing the rumours about him, you were naturally very curious. So, you sweetly bake him a tray of âwelcome home!â brownies and knock on his door. Imagine youâre surprise when heâs shockingly incredibly sweet (albeit crass) and disgustingly hot with his chiselled face and a body carved by the Godâs.
After Chris had learned you were single and needed help looking after your kind of run-down trailer, he had excitingly jumped at the chance to help you in any way you needed. However, when he had made that offer, he didnât realise you would ask him to do genuine housework, or, that he would grow as attached to you the way he did. So here he was fixing your kitchen sink; with you perched upon your counter and watching his shirt ride up to his belly button. Biting your lip and zoning out you neglect to hear him ask you a question about your day, your silence causes him to look away from the leaking pipe within his grasp and to look over at your blushing face.
Whilst you were still distracted Chris slides smoothly out of the cupboard and perches up on his elbows, he gently calls your name, your eyes snap up to meet his gaze. Your blush darkening as you let out a gentle giggle to ease your embarrassment. âSorry, what did you say?â you ask, âWere you checking me out?â although he says it cockily thereâs an air of surprise to his tone, âwell, yeah. Can you blame me? I mean, look at youâ you say incredulously. Chris lets out a chortle and starts to stand up, he slowly stretches to his full height and saunters over to where youâre still sat on the counter, he takes note of your thighs squeezing together and how much he towers over your much smaller frame.
Chris ends up standing in front of you, his hands falling to sit beside your still squeezed together thighâs, his thumbs rubbing softly on the flesh that they can reach. âYouâre cuteâ he says in a somewhat demeaning tone, you look up at him from under your eyelashes letting a smile break out across your face. âAre you finally going to make a move?â you ask after a moments silence. Chris smiles into the desperate kiss he lunges into, clearly out of practice, itâs full of teeth clashing and tongue fighting. You place your hands on his cheeks as a way to softly encourage him to slow down, he must understand the silent communication as he instead pulls away slightly to mutter into your parted mouth a soft âsorryâ. You almost donât hear it, but the surprise still crosses your brain that such a cocky seeming man can so easily utter a sad sorry to you. âYou donât need to apologiseâ you say just as softly, you lean back into him to continue making out. This time less viciously, tongues meeting in a sweet dance.
Chrisâs hands come up to grab at the flesh of your ass, dragging you more to the edge of the countertop, you take the initiative to wrap your legs around his waist and drag him into you. You feel his hard (and impressive) length press up against you, your panties getting even wetter. Your hands abandon his hair and fall to his flies, you pull back away from the kiss to ask, âHow far do you want to go?â Chris pulls his face away to really get a good look at your swollen lips and blushing cheeks to answer, âTill Iâm balls deep and the only thing you remember is my nameâ, you moan wantonly and make quick work of hitching his jeans and boxers to sit just under his ass. His cock is fully hard and is already leaking precum it stands impressively between the two of you.
One of your hands fall to cup his balls as your other hand grips firmly on his shaft. Chrisâs head falls into your neck where he lets out a moan that makes him sound wrecked already. His hot breath causes goosebumps to erupt on your skin where he sucks a painful mark on your skin. You hum in approval and continue to slowly jack him off, both hands now working his shaft in languid strokes that make his hips follow the motions of your hands.
Chris becomes impatient clumsily starts to undo your jeans, his large hands almost completely covering your hips when he runs his fingers under the waistband and yanks them down over the globes of your ass, making sure theyâre off of you entirely so they wonât get in his way later. Gently he swats your hands away, now desperate to feel your warmth being wrapped around him. Chris spits into the palm of his hand and runs it over his length, âWait, did you want to use any protection?â he asks breathily looking down at you, hand still wrapped around his shaft âIâm clean, so if you are⊠I donât mind?â you answer bashfully, âfuckâ he lets out in a groan âIâm clean sweet cheeksâ. Your eyebrow quirks at the nickname but you decide to let it slide this once.
Without further interruption Chris guides his length to run up the seem of your pussy, collecting even more lubrication from your very evident arousal. The head of his cock nudges your clit where he grinds it into you gently for a couple of moments. He inevitably growâs antsy and hitches his tip into your fluttering entrance where he steadily feeds his full length into you. When heâs fully enveloped in you, you both take a beat to let out breathy moans.
Chris leans in to kiss you again, your arms fall to rest on top his shoulders just as he begins to thrust into your warmth. His pace is brutal and fast, although it pleasurable you want this to last so you pull away from the kiss again and take a mental note of how he chases your lips. Â âSlow down, Iâm not going anywhereâ you whisper after pressing you lips against his ear, you lay a gentle kiss just below his lobe to solidify your statement.
Then weirdly his thrusts come to a complete stop. You worry youâve said something wrong, when suddenly you feel him shake into your arms. You pull back fully to see tears running down his face, your hands fall to his face, thumbs swiping away the tears that just wont stop coming. âOh, Chris, are you okay?â you try to ask calmly but the panic in your voice is evident âI donât deserve this⊠Youâre too sweetâ he mutters. Your brain buffers for a second, working out how to reply whilst his cock is still nestled inside of you. âWe can stop if you want. I wonât be madâ you say with your foreheads pressed together âNOâ he replies quickly and rather loudly, âWant youâ he follows up simply. Chris desperately pulls your shirt up and over your head then makes quick work of your bra, Chris craves the closeness you can offer; the skin to skin contact heâs been craving in his life.
He slowly starts to thrust into you again, but this time his thrusts are slow and deep. Pleasure blooms deep within you, the desperation in his actions turn you on more than you like to admit. Your hands drift back to his neck; you softly guide his head into your shoulder where you cradle him against you.
The action is sweet and deep down it freaks Chris out. That level of intimacy being shared with someone who he hadnât even had the balls to ask out on an official date yet was scary to him. It made him depressed knowing he had been deprived of this for so long, made him theorise that maybe he never did anything to deserve it. So, Chris tries to distract himself within your flesh, within the intimacy you offer and the soothing voice you treat him to. But Christ, he canât stop the tears from falling, he knows you must still feel them cascading down your chest.
Chrisâs hands go own their own missions, one lands on your breast. His hot palm fully covering your whole boob before his index and thumb start to instead tease your nipple. His other hand dropped down to where your bodies meet, two fingers catching on your entrance and collecting up your conjoined made mess. Then with them sufficiently slicked up he quickly strums them over your clit. He knows heâs done well when you reward him to your sweet angelic moans gracing his ears, he takes note of how perfect they sound all high pitched and broken.
Blind, selfish greed takes over him for a second, itâs where he comes to the decision that no one else will ever touch you like how heâs touching you now. No one deserves too, probably not even him.
Your overwhelmed by how intense the whole ordeal is. Chrisâs incessant fingers on your clit throw you impossibly closer to orgasming. You decide you want his mouth back on you, whether heâs crying or not. So gently you guide his head back up and lean into another desperate kiss, this time you let him make it a rushed clumsy affair of a kiss. You can still feel his tears when your hands come to rest on his cheeks, every so often when he pulls away for a breather, heâll whisper crude sweet nothings; âYouâre so good for me, cunts griping me so tight I donât think Iâll ever leave herâ is your personal favourite.
Youâre as good as brain dead after a particularly sharp thrust that steals what little air thatâs left in your lungs away. âIâm close Chrisâ you warn in a gasped desperate tone âYeah? Me to sweet girlâ this time you keen at the nickname. When he leans in, chasing your mouth into another bruising kiss you hit your peak. Moans projecting into him as if youâre trying to inject him with positivity that he did good. At least thatâs what he thinks.
Chrisâs orgasm hits just as yours is subsiding, your tightening walls pushing him over the edge. Chris throws his head back as he lets out an almost painful moan, you see him shudder as his hands fall to hold your waist to still lay flush against him. Not yet wanting to part from your caring embrace.
Chris clears his throat after a minute has passed and goes to lay his cheek on your sternum. He listens to your heartbeat and works up the courage to ask, âwould you like to go out sometime?â he says it so fast it takes a second for your pleasure hazed brain to decipher what it was he asked. âOf course. Chris, Iâd love toâ you reply looking down and saying it into his hair. âAwesomeâ he says cockily, almost like heâs forgotten itâs his tears that are drying on your tits.
authors note: thank you for reading! im definitely going to be writing more for peacemaker characters and not just Chris. Because lowkey im super craving a sweet one for john economos! ugh and adrian chase?!? god damn
"someone's" got a hold of me - Mourice {frenchie} Theriault X fem!reader *SMUT*
Plot: you and Maurice have a romantic evening planned but you insist that you indulge in âdesertâ before the main course. 18+ smut. Word count: 1.9K
Your shoulders relax as your last class of the day files out, the stress of the day easing out of your body. Youâre mindlessly erasing the chalk board of your scribbles as you hear a throat clear, your head whips over to the doorway and you see Maurice leaning against the doorframe, his eyes cascading down your frame sensually. âSalut mon Coeurâ he says, his voice smooth and utterly distracting from the mindless task at hand. Still looking over your shoulder you take note of his smirk as you reply with a simple âSalut Mauriceâ. You drop the erasure in your hand to free them both and wipe them smoothly down the length of your pencil skirt, slowly walking over to the tall man in the doorway.
You reach him easily; his arms naturally fall around your back so that he can drag you in to his body. You fit snuggly up against his firm chest, your hands coming up to rest on his pecks. Standing on your toes you reach up to kiss him with every intention of making it a quick peck, Maurice on the other hand has other ideas. One of his hands that are sitting heavy on your hips runs up your spine and lands on the back of your head, stopping you from pulling away too fast. Maurice deepens the kiss and manoeuvres you to be the one pressed against the door frame. Â You hum in approval and allow your hands to drift up to the hair at the nape of his neck, but before you could get lost in the moment fully, you hear kids giggling off in the distance. Remembering where you are you gently pull away and push him back enough to look at his face, âYouâre insatiable Mauriceâ you say just above a whisper âCan you blame me?â he says with his lips resting just below your ear. You giggle and begrudgingly pull away from him to finish cleaning up for the day.
âThis wonât take long, then we can head back to your apartment?â youâd been thinking about the date you guys had planned all day, excitement being a word that is grossly under selling how much your body is buzzing for him âMhmmâ he hums back in approval and silent agreement.
After finishing the clean-up with Maurice (ever the gentleman) helping, you guys were now walking back to his apartment, hand in hand and chatting about what had happened that day.
Once you made it to his door, he once again smoothly presses you up against the wood and kisses your breath away. His hand that isnât resting just under your jaw, goes to unlock his door with practiced ease. You both stumble backwards blindly into the warmly lit apartment, you hear the soft click of the front door closing.
You once again break away from the kiss to look around in amazement. In front of you is a candle lit table with dinner being (presumably) kept warm in the oven, the homely scene causing your heart to skip a beat. Still in awe and distracted Maurice comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, then with is lips pressed up against your ear he whispers, âWhat do you think mon amour?â âI think youâre about to have the best thank you sex of your lifeâ your crass joke makes him laugh heartily and he spins you to face him. âWell, if you insistâ thereâs a playful lilt to his tone and you canât help but to kiss him again âWould it be terribly rude if we maybe have sex before dinner? Havenât stopped think about you all dayâ you talk soflty against his lips not having the heart to fully pull away again already.
Maurice jokingly ponders for a second and makes a grumble noise of disinterest, but you feel one his hands drift slowly down to your ass where he firmly squeezes the flesh before he answers âI think Iâll allow this incredibly rude rescheduling issueâ you feel his smile when he goes into the next kiss as he guideâs you to the bed, his hand still firmly planted on your ass. The backs of your knees hit the frame, you softly fall back, maintaining eye contact you unbutton and remove your blouse, then all too slowly drag yourself up to the head of the bed where you lay back and let your head fall to the pillows.
Maurice watches in silent awe, trapped in your loving gaze as he strips himself of his own clothes. You let your own eyes drag over the sight of his lean body, biting your lip out of habit as he smirks with well-earned confidence at your unabashed staring. He climbs on the bed and crawls over you, kissing a path over your body gently biting at the places that make you exhale a moan the best. His hands drag your skirt up till its bunched up at your hips but makes quick work of fully removing your underwear. After dragging your underwear down the length of your legs, the article of clothing catches on your shoes, where he promptly removes them. You hear them clatter to floor. Finally, he flings away the offending article of clothing, his hands continue their slow drag up your legs, once again stopping at your ass and firmly squeezing the flesh. You squirm wantonly and canter your hips up in the hopes heâll hurry up and grant you some relief, he must understand the wordless begging because he hitches one of your legs to fit snugly against the side of his hip.
Mauriceâs fingers slip from your upper thigh to run down the length of your pussy, stopping briefly to run circles around your hip, you let out soft mewls that make him smile as he leans down to initiate another kiss. You meet him halfway for the kiss and drag his body into you more by the thigh thatâs wrapped around his waist. Your other leg fallâs open to accommodate his body over yours comfortably. âYouâre divineâ he says breathily into your mouth as he kisses you with fever, tongues colliding and teasing each other.
You moan into his mouth and let your hand fall to his cock, fingers wrapping around his girth, where your hand trails up to his tip where precum had accumulated. Using the lubrication, you jack his length slowly and swallow down the groans he casts into your mouth. Mauriceâs patience slips away as his own hand replaces yours and askâs you âAre you ready mon amour?â âPleaseâ you croak out wantonly, almost within the same second he had finished asking the question.
He wastes no more time and slips his length into your warmth slowly, not wanting to hurt you. Throwing your head back you let out gasped breaths of pleasure as he slowly feeds the remaining inches of his length into you. Â Your hands find solace in his hair as you hold his head close to your neck where Maurice lets out hot breathed gasps against your skin. âPlease moveâ you let out in a whisper; he starts moving his hips in deep shallow thrusts. Where every time he pulls back, the head of his cock bumps into your g-spot, another reason you believed you were made for each other.
Gasping breaths are shared and exchanged between your mouths, lips always touching. You dare to open your eyes to stare at Maurice in the hopes to catch him in the throughs of pleasure only to be met with his eyes already watching you. Committing your face to his memory, a sight that he would never want to lose. The second your eyes met you throw your head back in pleasure, a loud moan tumbling out of your mouth and greeting his ears. His forehead falls and rests gently on your chin, his gaze falls down the length of your body, taking note of your breasts rising and falling rapidly with each heavy breath. But his gaze continues its path down your bodies to watch his dick pump in and out of you in his rhythmic thrusts. Maurice exhales and gets hit with a wave of brief overstimulation at the sight of your bodies meeting. He huffs out a short, curt chortle when he realises, he feels close already. In a moment of clarity, he drops one of his hands down so his fingers can rub over your clit in fast consistent rubs.
Maurice changes up his game plan (for his own sanityâs sake) and drops his head to your shoulder instead so he could start sensually kissing the crux between your neck and shoulder. He briefly registers that if he were to leave a mark that maybe youâd hit him with the âprofessionalismâ speech again. In the end, he smiles into the hickies he works out is 100% worth that ten-minute lecture that youâre sure to deliver when you see the marks blooming come morning. âYou better not be leaving marksâ your voice is wrecked and gentle, but still, he finds humour in the statement, so he chuckles into your skin and decides against answering.
Your moanâs start to greet his ears in a faster, sweeter symphony that he takes a great amount of pride in. âMy love, are you close?â he asks breathily still pressed in close to your neck. His warm breath causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Your hands that had been resting on the nape of his neck run up more to his hair, where you grip tightly and drag his mouth to meet yours again. You take a gasping breath in and say into his mouth âso closeâ within the next second, you tilt your head up to meet him in an intense kiss, one where your tongues fight for dominance; One which Maurice ends up winning.
 Mauriceâs fingers which hadnât stopped there intense pleasurable rubbing, somehow gain more speed. Youâre given no time to warn him as your orgasm hits you at full force. Maurice however is tuned in and knows your tale tell signs.
First thing being your high-pitched moanâs. They ring out through his small apartment, the sound wrapping around his brain in a pleasured haze.
Secondly your legs lock tight around his hips, keeping him deep within your walls, as if heâd ever want to pull out?
Lastly the rhythmic tightening of your warm, wet walls.
Maurice fell into his orgasm just as hard as you had. He groans into your mouth, a guttural sound that echoes in your now empty head. His hips still rut into you softly so you could both ride out your highs for as long as possible. But when the pleasure started to bleed into overstimulation, your legs lock a little tighter around his hips again. An already established sign that unfortunately, the sweet passionate moment was now over. Maurice rests his forehead on yours gently, his breath cascading over you in soft waves. âThat was amazingâ you softly mutter, voice a little hoarse. Your eyes take in his face as a smile breaks across it at your compliment. âYeah-â he simply agrees âyou know, considering you spend so many nights here. Maybe you should just move in?â Mauriceâs voice implies a jest, but the question was sincere, youâve been together long enough to know when his jokes hold sincerity. âThat sounds like dreamâ you reply, each of you holding each otherâs gaze. Eyes shining with love and tiredness. âcâmon lets get ready to sleep⊠in OUR bedâ you huff out a laugh at the corny-ness of it and get ready to go to bed.
Authors note: I have a feeling this oneâs going to be lost the etherâs void, but after watching the nun movies I wanted to read fanfiction for this fine ass man, only to discover in my shock and horror there are not enough fanfictions?! Anyways I wrote this short one for any other thirsty peeps, if you want, I can post the alternate version of this fic where Maurice is possessed!
plot: you decide to stay up late in the lab with Egon as he's studying the slime. You proposition him with a not very PG suggestion and he discovers some fascinating things about how the slime reacts to positive actions.18+ Smut. Word count:1,1K - short and sweet.
The time showing on the clock had just ticked over to 2AM. Sleep was clawing at your brain and making your eye lids droop. Egon would take brief breaks from looking at the beaker of slime to gaze at your ever-growing exhausted expression. âYou donât have to stay up with meâ Egonâs voice is gentle and warms the corners of your brain that are still working âI know â But what would you do without my very important input?â Egonâs eyes swifty roam over the paper youâve been doodling mindlessly on for the past hour. His eyes crinkle with a smile and takes a mental note that he is in fact happy youâve sacrificed sleep to spend a little more time with him. âIf I wasnât such a professional, Iâd say screw the experiment and letâs go to bedâ you let out a soft huff and without thinking reply with âYou could screw me?â. Before your brain could catch up with your mouth, the slime begins to viciously bubble, the substance splutters droplets that lands on the both of you. You poke at the splatters that have landed on your hands and arms. Meanwhile the thick pink slime continues to peel over the edges of the beaker causing both of your attentions to be drawn to it again. âfascinatingâ Egon murmurs, your eyes shoot back up to his face, taking note of the prominent blush that now sits across the apples of his cheeks. Quickly Egon starts scribbling down notes on his notepad, his chicken scrawl rapidly covering the page, but just as suddenly as he started, he stops. âWhat if I did?â you blink dumbly at him for a second, youâve become lost in the conversation after watching the slime. âHuh?â you ask simply, tiredness eating away at your ability to form thoughts âUs, have sex in the lab?â the inclination at the end of his sentence rendered his response a question. The slime begins to bubble ferociously again, splatters of it again landing on you both. You register it in your mind, but the pleasant feeling that emanates from places the slime has landed makes you disregard any sense of moving out of the way from more splashes. âOkayâ you readily agree, a warm feeling working its way throughout your whole body, you feel as if youâre buzzing in a whole new frequency.
Not needing anymore encouragement from you Egon moves around the lab table, missing the way his hand swipeâs through more of the spilled slime, you feel it at the base of your neck after his hand lands there. You moan suddenly at the contact and lean further into his touch. The intense feeling of euphoria is all consuming. You deepen the kiss and card your fingers through his hair holding him as close to you as possible. Egon moves away from the kiss causing you to whine in disapproval, an action that causes him to chuckle softly. Egon drops his head down to the bottom of your neck and plants soft kisses there. He travels up the length of your neck, causing his cheek to end up becoming smeared with the slime that he had accidentally put there earlier. Â He pulls away from your neck to look at you in the face again, you giggle endearingly at the sight of his ruffled hair and slimed face. You run your hand over his cheek to clear away the slime; after collecting the slime on your fingers you move to smear it down the length of his forearm. He laughs into your hair and swiftly lifts you up to perch you on the edge of the labâs table.
You both surge to start making out again, a new burst of energy flowing through both of your bodies. Humming with need and pure happiness.
In the back of your mind, you can still hear the slime bubbling, only now much more viciously, the sound acting as a soothing hum of background noise. Â âYou sure you want to do this here?â Egon asks breathily as he rests his forehead on yours âYes, pleaseâ you reply just as airily. Smiling into the renewed kiss, Egon's hands fall to bunch up your skirt further up your hips. His fingers then sliding down to the gusset of your underwear, fingers grazing your wetness causing him to groan low in his throat, he continues his mission and pullâs them down. Awkwardly they hang off of one of your feet, a view that causes you both to giggle softly into each otherâs mouths. Smoothly Egon unzips his trousers and pulls them and his boxers down, just enough to be able to quickly and efficiently sink his length into you. âI donât have a condom, is that alrightâ he asks, albeit begrudgingly âI donât care, I need youâ you can hear how whiny you sound but canât find it in yourself to care. Egon groans again but itâs drawn out, especially as he sinks into your heat. âOh Christ, itâs never felt like this beforeâ Egon sounds wrecked, his voice clipped and deep, you moan out in agreement. You already felt close to cumming, and heâs only just sunk his length into you. Egonâs thrusts are deep and firm, he sets a rhythm that causes all the air to be punched out of your lungs upon every thrust thatâs delivered. With your head thrown back you start to fall to lay back, after doing so you realise, youâre now half laying in the slime. Suddenly you feel on top of the world, every touch from Egonâs strong hands leaves your body shaking with need. Your hands fly to the back of his neck covering it in slime and it seems to have the same effect on him, as he moanâs much louder than before. âGod, Iâm close. Please tell me youâre close tooâ he whines into your mouth, desperation dripping on every syllable. âSo closeâ you whine back in response. One of Egonâs hands abandon your hip and slides across to your clit, fingers running tight circle over and over again. Thatâs all it takes for one of the best orgasms to rip through your whole body, a buzzing that sets every nerve on fire. The tight rhythmic, clasping of your walls around Egons dick causes his orgasm to tear through him just as brutally. Egonâs handâs slam onto the metal table beneath you as his head lands in the space between your neck and shoulder. You card your fingers through his hair and huff out soft praise âThat was amazingâ your statement although simple is totally true, Egon hums in agreement and shudders a giggle into your neck. âIndeedâ he agrees âFor what itâs worth, I believe youâve just helped me massively understand more about the slimeâ Egon says after pulling away and looking over your face. âSo, what youâre saying is, Iâm your best lab assistant?â you tease softly, he laughs gently and nods his head in agreement. âSure, because what we have here -â Egon interrupts himself by swiping his finger through some of the slime thatâs landed on one of your thighs â- is positively charged slimeâ.
plot - Clark tells you he has a new trick he'd like to show you after work. It may or may not involve how cold he can make his breath go. 18+ smut. Word Count: 2,4K
When Clark said he wanted to try something new in the bedroom, you of course, was on the edge of your seat. He had said it to you in passing whilst in work, an off the cuff comment that kept repeating in your head like a mantra. Very little work got achieved after that, your eyes would constantly travel over to Clarkâs desk, where he was sat writing up his new superman interview. Your mind a constant whirl of what later would possibly involve. The article that you were meant to be working on was now sat untouched from since before Clark had opened his mouth during a quick coffee break.
Taking a brief break from dreamily gazing at your boyfriend, you glance up at the clock, taking note that you only had three more boring hours left before you could find out what Clark had instore for you. As if reading your mind, your eyes naturally fell back to looking over at Clark. Eyes instantly meeting and a smirk making its way into a full grin across his face, you feel a blush start to warm your cheeks as you advert your eyes back down to your screen.
The three hours dragged by so slowly that it was as if time had just stood still completely. Which meant that the millisecond the clock ticked over five PM, you were up like a whippet. The sound of your chair crashing into the side of your desk, caused Clark to let out a hearty chuckle. The sound warming your heart and causing you to let out a huff in good humour. He walks over to you, towering over your side as he loops his arm around your hip, dragging you into him and his solid chest. You place your hands on his pecks as he leans down, you interpret the move as a kiss leaning into him, but he changes direction last minute and leans in beside your ear instead. âIâve been thinking about you all day sweetâsâ his voice was smooth, his lips had caressed the tip of your ear, a teasing action that caused you to tense your thighs together. As he pulls away you quickly turn you head to plant a quick kiss to his plush lips, a target you just barely catch. Clarks immediately leans more into the kiss, the moment becoming ruined when Jimmy hoots loudly just before heading out the door to leave. You separate from the kiss but remain pressed up close together, bodies almost completely flushed. âIâve been thinking about you all day tooâ you reply in an almost hushed whisper. But you know he hears you when he presses another kiss, just off centre of your lips. Then as just barely a whisper he says a simple âGoodâ.
The trip back to Clarkâs apartment was as rushed as you could make it. The trip being dragged out by gruelling public transport. But it was made up for by Clark making sure he and he alone was the one pressed up against you, a sweet and gentleman like chivalry action that caused you to fall for him in the first place.
The second Clarkâs apartment door had opened his hands had fallen to your hips. He gently but firmly manoeuvres you up against the now shut door. Your lips lock in an intense make out as gasped breathes are passed between each otherâs lips. Breaths intermingling halfway as his hands begin to wonder, grasping at the tender flesh that is his for the taking. He easily slips them under your shirt, large palms stopping at your chest. Your bra acting as an annoying barrier to him, his nimble fingers slipping round to the back as he quickly unhooks it. A triumphant smirk breaks across his face; you feel it in the kiss just before he pulls away. Peeling open your eyes your met with a flushed Clark, his puppy eyeâs gazing at you lovingly. Distractingly, Clark rips your shirt and the loosened bra off in a smooth motion. A wanton moan rips its way out of your throat and graces his ears. âCan we-â a whine cuts you off as Clark dives back into your neck and begins to nibble, causing hickies to bloom, your hands fly up and stay planted in his hair. âCan we go to your bedroom Clark?â your voice is barely a whisper but of course he hears it any way. âMaybe I want to take you here? The neighbours will hear you either wayâ Clarkâs voice is raspy and makes your brain feel like itâs been dipped in honey. âI want to feel your weight over meâ you say, Clarks hands immediately fall to your hips picking you up effortlessly as he quickly walks to his bedroom. Not needing anymore convincing.
Clark places you on the bed, kissing the entire time, you scooch back up against the pillows as Clark fully cages you against the bed. He quickly and effectively strips you of your pencil skirt and any other offending articles of clothing that could be in his way later on. His hands then land on either side of your head as his legs keep your hips caged to the mattress, any movement you want to carry out is entirely limited. As you separate from the kiss for a much-needed breather, you work up enough brain power to ask whatâs been playing on your mind all day âSo whatâs the something new?â Clark places soft kisses up the column of your neck and rests his lips beside your ear and utters a simple âThisâ. Clarkâs kisses change direction and instead travel down to your clavicles and lands on one of your nipples, his hand coming and cupping the un-occupied one, his thumb running circles around your areola. Causing your nipples to pebble and become erect within his grasps. You hum in approval as your eyes fall closed. Then suddenly as you were distracted, ice cold breath hits the nipple that has Clarkâs lips grazing it. Your eyes shooting open and a moan tearing its way out of your throat. Clarkâs juxta positionally warm mouth envelopes your nipple again. Your hands grip at his hair that sits at the nape of his neck as you guide his mouth away from your boob completely. âWhat⊠HowâŠâ sentences fail you as you try to make sense whilst your brain is all fuzzy, he chuckles and gazes into your eyeâs âHow about I explain it to you when your pretty head isnât so empty, hmm?â you nod your head and kiss him hard before he pulls away and travels back down you body, he plants soft cooled kissed to your heated flesh down almost the entire length of your body. Stopping at your peaked nipples to suckle for a moment before continuing his travels. Clark finally settles between your parted thighs, he plants a sweet kiss to your upper thigh, then he quickly sinks his teeth into the spot he had just kissed. You moan and grip his hair as he pulls back and blows more cooled breath onto your skin that still holds his spit. Goosebumpâs erupt on your skin. He pulls away again and pulls one of your hands away from his hair, he holds you hand gently and brings it to his lips. You look down at him as he askâs âThis okay sweets?â you nod your head firmly and moan out a soft âYes, alwaysâ a statement that couldnât be truer. Clark plants one last kiss to the plush of your thigh and wastes no more time. His tongue languidly drags up the length of your pussy, collecting any and all of the evidence of your wanting, Clark moans as his lips suck in your clit. The sudden strong vibrations cause your legs to try and close around his head, an action that causes Clark to lock his hands around your thighs so that he can pin them to the bed. So instead, your hands fly back to his curls, grasping firmly to try and ground yourself in the moment. Clark suckles at your clit, alternating the action with running his teeth gently over it. You feel one of his handâs climbing up your thigh, reaching your opening and teasing your entrance before sinking two of his thick fingers into your warmth. As his fingers begin to curl and tease your g-spot, moans rip there way out of your throat and are interrupted with desperate calls of his name. All the while his eyes are still locked on your face, watching, gauging your reaction with fervour. His cock sits heavy in his slacks, he decides to grant himself some pleasure too and begins to grind on the mattress. His tempo keeping in time with the thrusts of your hips that are grinding into his face.
Clark can feel your walls clenching and knows from experience that youâre getting closer to your peak. He pulls back begrudgingly and blows intensely cool air onto your pulsating, wet heat. Your eyes snap open and watch him as his smirking mouth suddenly meets your clit again, intensely sucking. The fast-changing temperature has you climbing quickly to your orgasm. The thigh thatâs no longer pinned ends up cradling the side of his face, you indulge in the knowledge that Clark isnât your average man and doesnât require the normal breath catch up, so you use your thigh to try and keep his mouth on you for even longer. He must sense this as your certain you can feel him once again smirk into you. Abruptly his fingers hook up and once again catch your g-spot, an orgasm practically ripping its way out of you. His thrusts pick up the pace against the mattress and he can feel himself get close and decides to stop gradually, wanting too only cum in you.
Calls of his name meets his ears (and the neighbours he thinks cockily), as you come down, your thigh falls back laxly to lay flat on the mattress. Your hands start to scratch at his scalp lovingly an action he hums in approval at. âGood?â Clark askâs, in an endearingly sweet way âSo fucking good Clark, but do you think the neighbours heard?â you ask not wanting him to receive another noise complaint, he simply shrugs but he neglects to tell you that he can hear them angrily discussing how rude there beginning to think he is.
Clark climbs up your body and starts to kiss you, adding to the dizzying feeling in your head. âI still want you in me Clarkâ you manage to mutter out, he lets a quick huff of a laugh leave him as he replies with âAnything for you sweetâsâ. He then quickly strips his own clothing, a job you had neglected to do before getting started. Once you were both now completely naked Clarkâs hand falls to his cock as he guides it into your unwavering heat. As the head notches at your entrance, he moans into your ear breathily, you let out a hum of approval in return. His head falls and fits nicely into the crux of your neck. The feeling of him muzzling into you brings a level of comfort only he seems to be able to unlock. Your hands land on his broad shoulders as he pushes fully into you, the stretch causing a nice, dulled burn to settle deep within you. âAlways fit me so nicely, huh? My pretty girlâ he whispers into your ear; you moan wantonly and muster up the energy to reply with âAnd I always will for my superheroâ. He grunts suddenly at the egregious shower of praise. âFuckâ he hisses out as he starts to thrust deep and strong, your moans come out in an unbroken stream of pleasure. You grab at the side of his face and guide his lips back to yours in another desperate kiss. Another orgasm already clawing its way to the surface due to you still being sensitive from the last. âHmm, Iâm closeâ you moan out âI know can feel you gripping at my cock sweetnessâ he says, breath intermingling with yours due to the close proximity. Your head flyâs back, hair fanning out across his pillow, Clark looks at you lovingly thinking about how youâre the most perfect thing heâs ever seen. He can feel his own orgasm begin to build again, having been left close since his grinding from earlier. âWhere do you want me to cum sweets?â his voice is clipped, you take a second to log it somewhere deep in your brain. âIn me, pleaseâ your voice is as equally broken and Clark adores it, it rattles in his brain and makes any thoughts completely disappear. âYeah? You want my babies huh?â Clark knows youâre on the pill, but after your airy please for his cum, any logic he had for life is eradicated. âYes!â you scream in both euphoria and agreement as your orgasm submerges your body in a blanket of warmth, you lock your legs around Clarks hips securely. Clarkâs orgasm hits him not long after you, fulfilling you wishes and cumming deep inside you. He whines and feels rope after rope pulsing into you, registering a hint of disappointment that this wouldnât actually get you pregnant.
 His hands that had been holding you hips begin to glide up lovingly, running over your boobs and squeezing them briefly before they continue on there journey. Clark leans down and kisses the corner of your lips, teasing before he plants a proper kiss onto your lipâs. You both moan gently into each otherâs mouths as he gingerly pulls out, your thighâs falling limply to the mattress. âI love youâ you say into his mouth, a smile cracks across his face, dimples making an appearance âI love you toâ he replies. You both lay wrapped up together, letting your bodies recover when Clark breaks the silence.  âLetâs get cleaned upâ he says as he begins to stand, you slowly roll over and start to make your way to the bathroom. Clarkâs hearing can pick up the gentle pad of your feet across his apartment and the angry murmurs of his neighbours again. He comes to the decision that heâll treat them to a basket of âIâm sorryâ muffins tomorrow. Ever the gentleman and people pleaser.
authors notes: now I know Clark doesn't OFFICIALLY have ice breath, but I mean... c'mon.
either way I hope you enjoyed it! if you like my writing consider looking at my other works! many thanks! ~ Bunny
Clark Kent craved intimacy. It showed in the way he would always need to be beside you, touching you, holding you. The action carried over into everything youâd do with him.
Going out anywhere with him meant that his handâs were always on you. Cradling your lower back, sometime cheekily slipping down to your ass cheek. But ever the gentleman, regrettably it never stayed there long. More often than not he would opt for holding your hand. An act that would always draw attention to the way his hand would end up massively dwarfing your own.
Sleeping with him would involve him resting his head on your chest, letting the sounds of your relaxed breath and the repetitive beats of your heart loll him into a deep sleep. His comforting heat rendering any blanket or quilt almost completely useless. A true security blanket metaphorically and physically.
Having sex with him was always an intensely intimate act, one where he would make the whole affair feel sacred. No matter the position, the connection between you both was always solid. Clark enjoyed being able to look at you, watching and waiting for your reactions, sometimes his head would end up within the crux of your shoulder instead, his warm breath cascading down over your breasts.  His hands never deciding on where the most important place was to touch first. Often his hands would find solace on your hips gliding up to rest just underneath your breasts, just teasing the underside of them until the moment he decides to engulf them fully in his palms. Clarks thrusts were reliably strong and often slow hoping to always catch that spot within you that makes you see stars. If he could get away with it heâd always finish within you, really ensuring that he remains deep in you until the very last second.
Aftercare with him would be the absolute sweetest and softest caresses. Solid hands surveying the expanse of skin he was just worshiping, looking over any marks he had lovingly left whilst in the throngs of passion, kissing them when he does spot any. Cleaning you up so carefully youâd truly question how on earth this gentle giant of a man was the strongest being on earth.
