warnings smut under the cut, p in v, backshots, inexperienced reader, hair pulling, no plot
a/n woah not proofread? got this idea randomly what do we think
conrad had more experience than you. not much more, but enough for it to make a difference to you. when he posed the idea of a new position, you were a bit nervous: you couldn’t see him, he’d be seeing you from an angle no one else had seen you in before…
before this, you’d only even been in missionary, with the exception of having been on top of him once or twice. you knew he’d been with and done other things before you, not as foreign to things as you might be. you were always open to new things, but not being able to make that oh-so-generous eye contact while he was pleasuring you made your stomach twist some.
until, soon enough, he was coaxing you into longing for it.
“i would feel you so much deeper…you’d be so much more full,” he’d whispered to you soothingly, hands at your hips as if he could flip you over any second. “i’d be able to hold onto you and be in control the way i know you’d like..”
after pondering for all of a day, you’d given in. it wasn’t long before your face was in the pillow of your bed at the cousins house, his hand tucked in the crevice of your hip.
he started slow, pulling nearly all the way out of you before inching back in, creating a rhythm this way. he could feel your walls beginning to relax around him, along with your shoulders onto the bed as you became comfortable with the way he laid.
soon, he had you whining under him, and took that as a cue to pick up the pace: quicker, more slammed thrusts, finding that soft spot that makes your vision cloud and using that as an anchor.
your moans were flustered and in sync with his thrusts, and suddenly your fears were washed away and forgotten. how had you not tried this sooner? you still couldn’t see him, but as he continued you knew he was right there, protecting you and filling you perfectly.
each time he felt you tightening onto him, he changed pace. edging you over and over, waiting to chase his own high, he switched between achingly slow and a nearly aggressive speed, causing you to literally lean into his touch and control.
“please,” you beg, “connie-“
“what is it?” he asks, switching pace again and making you stumble. you struggle to form words, and we can’t have that, can we?
he takes a handful of your hair, pulling just hard enough to force a whimper out of you, “use your words, princess.”
“please. l-let me c-c-cum,” you struggle, reaching your hand down between your legs to your aching heat.
he smacks your hand away and replaces it with his own, keeping his quick pace as he draws sloppy circles onto you.
“i know princess, all you gotta do is ask,” he says, still thrusting though you can feel him beginning to twitch in you. “i’m right there with you baby, cmere.”
tears begin to form in your eyes as your stomach is tightening for seemingly the tenth time this evening, all you can do is pray and whine that he’ll let it unwind properly this time.
he doesn’t stop his movements, groaning himself as your walls seem to pull him in closer and closer.
“baby, i got you,” he says, taking his unoccupied arm and wrapping it around your waist as if you could be any closer to him.
you finally reach your craved high as you hear him behind you, feeling his love pour into you; almost as if a trigger, you come down only seconds after him.
he collapses onto you, still holding one arm around you and placing kisses onto your exposed shoulder and cheek. “was it worth it, baby? you feel so good that way,” he breaths into you, still panting.
“god, yes,” you whisper back, trying to wipe sweat off of both your own and his face. “maybe you being so convincing isn’t such a bad thing…”
softdom!clark kent would never ever hurt you on purpose. even when you ask him to leave hand prints or hidden hickies, he’s hesitant knowing how easily he could break his delicate girl without trying to. youre simply too precious to him, as badly as he wants to let go.
how much psychical strength he has means nothing next to the mental strength he uses to not absolutely wreck you at the given chance. and for quite a while, he’s resisted on his urges and your own begging to be anything other than soft with you. your pleasure was most important, but he couldn’t risk hurting his angel.
you don’t even realize how much he struggles to still be gentle(ish), even when you’re clawing at his back and begging for sweet release after a long day at work. to not completely break the bed- or couch- or counter- once he’s got you bent over, using your thighs and hips as the perfect anchors for his precise, calculated, thrusts.
soon, he can’t take it. after a pent up day fighting and working, your moans are pushing him too easily. all it takes is one “clarkie, please,” while you’re breathless for his need to take over, and for a split second he forgets just how much stronger he really is.
once he realizes- that he’s thrown and manhandled you into every position imaginable and has his hand around your throat as tears of pleasure begin to fall, there’s a pause. he opens his mouth to apologize and is quickly shut up by your whine that he’s stopped.
but we can’t have that, can we? in a split second, he’s understanding that maybe he you can handle him.
“you filthy girl,” he’s whispering between his grunts, feeling your slick clench around him like never before. “i should’ve listened to you sooner…”
Hey I just saw u were online a week ago I think so ru just gonna be on this account but just not post I mean its fine I just don't want u to go 😭
hi darling. this was sent a long while ago so you may not even remember sending it, whoever you are … even so, i am currently active and probably will be out & about for a little. i do not see myself writing at this very moment but i still would love to read & interact <333
dad!rafe having twin girls who are born on valentine's day and being an emotional mess
Absolutely love this idea I’m sobbing.
He would cry. Sm. Not just if his babies were born on valentines, but just in general.
Imagine he’s getting a whole day of surprises and gifts ready for his wife, just to receive a phone call from her that her water broke. 🥲
It’s an overall beautiful day, even though he’d be so nervous. He wanted the day to be perfect before, but now his three favorite girls all share a special day. Every year, the three of them get a huge bouquet of roses and luxury gifts; jewelry and date nights or extravagant birthday parties.
He’d be so happy for the day of love to be spent celebrating the birth of his children 😭😭.
( bonus he names the babies after the day: like valentines and love)
Hiii love!!! I hope ur doing welll, can you pleasee write a conrad fisher smuttt with a lot of teasing for the fem! - anon
a/n this is my first piece in a long time and probably one of my worst, apologies.
being in a long distance relationship with Conrad is difficult. He is arguably one of the most sassy, bitchy, horny people on the planet. you didn’t even know someone could be all three at once.
This really played out when you did see him.
Especially in the summer.
The short dresses and bikinis bothered him so much. He’d fuck you right on the beach if it weren’t for the risk of being caught.
So, one night the pair of you go to dinner, hoping to get away from the chaos of the summer house at the moment. You could tell he’d been hot and bothered all day, after seeing you tanning and your body all wet on the beach; just for you to end up in a tiny sundress right in front of him.
Your hair was barely dry but he was still running his hands through it every chance he could, even tugging on it every once in a while.
He was so touchy. So smooth with his words. You saw right through him.
“Con’” you said as he slid over to your side of the booth and ran his hand up your thigh, “what are you doing?”
“I need you,” he whispered, pulling your hand over his jeans to feel his erection. “It’s not fair. That you get to walk around in this tiny dress and not expect me to react."
"Can we go to a bathroom, at least?"
Within moments he was pulling you away from the booth and into the restroom. He didn't hesitate to hike up your dress and set you on the sink.
"You're so pretty, angel."
"Con," you responded, breathless and waiting for him to do something more.
"I know, I know."
Before you could think a full thought, Conrad was pushing himself into you, watching you gasp at his size. You nodded at him, placing your hands on his chest, signaling that he could move. He quickly pulled himself almost all of the way out of you before pushing close to you and finding a rhythm.
He held you up by bringing his arms around you and onto your back, making you feel closer than ever. Despite the fact that every push brought you closer to your high, they also left you wanting more.
"You feel so good around me," Conrad whispered breathlessly. You could feel him twitch inside of you as he brought his thumb down to your clit.
You were inching towards your high, and both of you could feel it.
"Con," you sighed, "I'm going to-"
"I'm right there too, it's okay."
By some divine timing, both of you chased and then came down from your highs within seconds of each other.
You took a second to calm down before receiving a terrified look from someone on the other side of the door.
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