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lover of soft men ⋆.̊ ⋆˙⟡ she/her, aries

Masterlist ! ✶⋆. Clark kent ✶⋆. Steve Harrington ✶⋆. James Potter ✶⋆. spencer reid

I also write for... michael robinavitch jack abbot frank langdon gator tillman (or literally any joe keery character)

some works are 18+ and labeled as MDNI requests are open!

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Hiiii

Could you write something about using a Fleshlight on Clark? Something like Jimmy giving him one as a joke, he swears he has never used it for like 5 min but the only thing she can think about is edge him with it.

Thankyyyu

Making Clark use a fleshlight ! ⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★. MDNI 18+

coming home to the apartment seemingly unoccupied if not for the fact that the front door was left unlocked, as well as the small whimpers you can hear echoing door the hallway.

Making your way to Clark to see what’s got him all needy bit when you open the door expecting to see Clark fisting himself or maybe even a pair of your underwear he’s instead fucking himself into a very realistic flesh light.

I’m talking one of those ones that has pretty much a whole body attached to it, massive silicon tits that sway with every thrust Clark makes, clearly desperate for his release. It’s always covered in drops of his cum, evidences of his pervious release.

He’s clearly unaware that you’re even standing there, lost in his own sound.

“Clark?” You call out softly.

His head snaps up from where it’s thrown back, eyes instantly wide as he takes in what you’ve just walked into. He’s instantly a stuttering mess, making haste to pull the toy off of himself, only to reveal his cock, genuinely just so thick and throbbing from his desire.

“I-um, it’s not mine. The toy” He stutters out.

“ Well-no it is, but i didn’t buy it! Jimmy bought it for me as a joke because I kept talking about you and well, he didn’t think you were real.” He blabbers on, fleshlight still in hand.

You remain silent, unsure of what to even say.

“Baby I promise I only used it for like, 5 minutes. I just missed you and I saw it and..”

He paused when you began moving closer to the bed, pulling your top over head before sitting in front of him, tits pushed together in your bra. His eyes lowered instantly, widening as he took in the view.

Taking his chin in your hands, you tilt his jaw upwards to look up at you, wide eyes pleading for attention.

“Does it feel better than me?” You tease.

He’s shaking his head, denying it fervently.

Releasing Clark from your grip you stand, moving to pull the rest of your clothes off.

“ Well that’s too bad because you’re only going to get to cum if you fuck that stupid toy for me.”

Clark’s face lights up a furious shade of pink, the embarrassment of getting caught blending with his sudden horniness over the idea of you watching him masturbate into a silicon toy.

“You going to keep going Baby?” Tilting your head to the side you make your way to the foot of the bed, climbing onto the mattress to get a better view.

And Clark does fuck the shit out of the stupid toy, cock bulging out, stretching the silicon a few shades lighter. He has his head thrown back as he continues to thrust into the toy, eyes locked with your own, mouth drawn open emitting the loudest fucking moans ever. He keeps this up as your fingers make their way between your legs, pressing into your clit to rub small circles into your folds.

This only makes Clark louder, fucking the flesh light ever faster.

“Baby, fuck!” He cries, clearly so so close to release.

And before he can even stop himself, he spills his hot warm seed into the toy, cum dripping out the entrance to the toy before he’s even pulled out.

“I don’t remember telling you that you could cum, Clark.” Your eyes are dark, lip curving up in a soft smirk.

Fuck. He was in for a long night.

Suffice to say you weren’t done until there’s was a puddle of his own cum staining his sheets. and he still had enough left in him to finally fuck you.

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Can you write about Clark Kent getting pegged please? 🥰

Clark Kent likes to masturbate while thinking about you pegging him . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wc: 1k warnings : m!masturbation, mentions of porn, clark sticks a finger up his hole :). a/n: I decided to split this into two parts! so more to come on pegging clark 😚

18+ MDNI

Clark and you had been seeing each other casually for around 2 months before he had made the move to make you his. He proved himself to be the most devoted boyfriend you could’ve dreamed of, constantly attending to your every need, baby blue eyes looking down at you with nothing but awe. And it had been perfect.

He’d forced himself to take it slow with you. Hell, it’d taken nearly 7 dates for him to kiss you on the cheek. But after gaining confidence in the fact he was not in fact going to break you if he held your waist and brought your lips to his own, Clark became somewhat insatiable.

Every night was something new. You, on top, shirtless but still in your underwear as you rubbed yourself over the bludge in his work pants. The next it’d be him holding his body up over the top of you, thick dick drilling into your hole, balls swinging to hit your puffy clit, as he grinds his front into the plush of your ass.

And it had been heaven finding new ways to please each other. Except that he was harnessing a burning desire deep within. Clark was ashamed to admit that before he had courted you he had watched pornography. The concept made his cheeks grow a pretty red, ashamed over his own desire. But it was in these videos that he had learnt about pegging.

One afternoon in particular lingered in his mind. It was the day you had smiled at him so big when he put a takeaway cup from the cafe located at the bottom of The Daily Planet building. The curve of your lips had his dick fighting for release behind his slacks.

Rushing to the bathroom, Clark made quick works to somewhat alleviate the growing tension. Taking himself out of his pants he was met with his dick already leaking with pre cum.

‘Fuck’

Clark was not one to swear, but this surely seems a situation where it was appropriate to do so. Carefully, he pulled back his foreskin to reveal his flushed tip, twitching violently just from your gaze. But work was no place to masturbate, so he tucked him throbbing cock between his waistband, took a deep breath and decided to end his day early.

Clark made his way through the bullpen, avoiding eyecontact with questioning co-workers, walking as casually as he could out of the office. God, did you have to look at him that way?

His brain switched to autopilot , and before he knew it he was home, slamming his front door behind himself and tugging at the zipper of his slacks to once again release himself from the confines of his boxers.

Big hands went to play with his balls, tugging gently at his aching sack and he worked to relieve himself. His brain could not stop thinking of you, your smile, your scent, those goddamn thighs. Your beauty felt unfair to him.

Stumbling into his bedroom, Clark had one hand pumping himself and the other searching aimlessly for his laptop scattered somewhere on his bed. He had stayed up the night before researching for his latest article, having fallen asleep before getting the chance to tidy up. He made quick works of turning it on, opening google, and typing in a website already being suggested by autofill.

It was wrong, if not legally then morally. But he couldn’t help himself, he was inexperienced and couldn’t always just conjure an image of you two going at it. So instead Clark turned to porn, soughing out girls who looked like you. This was not the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t have been the last but Clark needed to switch it up a little. Scrolling through his recommended his eyes caught on the thumbnail of one video in particular.

A man, almost as big as Clark himself, laying on his stomachs legs hitched up to allow access to his hole, of which was being filled by a women who looked almost identical to you, if not for the length of her hair.

His stomachs fluttered when he realised what she was wearing. Some kind of dildo attached to a harness? Curiously, Clark clicked on the video, loud male moaning instantly filling the room. He rushed to turned the audio down, face going beet red in embarrassment.

Yet, Clark’s hands drifted back to his aching dick that was resting against his stomach, slowly stroking himself as he analysed the video. She was thrusting into his hole gently as he grinded his leaking cock into the bedsheets, a small wet patch forming near the tip. She was gripping at his hips, forcing him to take the strap that was quite similar to clark’s own size. Lengthy, yes, but also just so fat.

Clark couldn’t help himself, he was picturing you squirting lube all over his puckering hole before taking him just like that, whispering dirty things into his ear. Before he could stop himself, Clark was aggressively fisting his dick into his hand, filthy wet noises echoing throughout his bedroom.

He couldn’t hold back from moaning your name as he pictured you taking him from behind, round breasts pressed against his back as you rutted into him.

He was so close, he could tell he was about to bust. Desperate for his release, he took his pointer finger and swiped it across his tip, preparing to use his precum as lube. Reaching is free hand around, Clark slowly pressed his finger into his hole.

A rush of unforeseen pleasure shot throughout his body, his release had never felt so good. Ropes of hot, sticky cum shot from his dick as he arched his back. Video completely forgotten, Clark came down from his high.

Brain no longer clouded by the uncontrollable urge to beat his dick useless, Clark could see the mess he had made. You’d only been seeing each other for 3 weeks by the point, he hadn’t even kissed you. Was it toon soon to tell you he wanted you to fuck his hole raw?

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working on part two tonight !!!

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Can you write about Clark Kent getting pegged please? 🥰

Clark Kent likes to masturbate while thinking about you pegging him . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wc: 1k warnings : m!masturbation, mentions of porn, clark sticks a finger up his hole :). a/n: I decided to split this into two parts! so more to come on pegging clark 😚

18+ MDNI

Clark and you had been seeing each other casually for around 2 months before he had made the move to make you his. He proved himself to be the most devoted boyfriend you could’ve dreamed of, constantly attending to your every need, baby blue eyes looking down at you with nothing but awe. And it had been perfect.

He’d forced himself to take it slow with you. Hell, it’d taken nearly 7 dates for him to kiss you on the cheek. But after gaining confidence in the fact he was not in fact going to break you if he held your waist and brought your lips to his own, Clark became somewhat insatiable.

Every night was something new. You, on top, shirtless but still in your underwear as you rubbed yourself over the bludge in his work pants. The next it’d be him holding his body up over the top of you, thick dick drilling into your hole, balls swinging to hit your puffy clit, as he grinds his front into the plush of your ass.

And it had been heaven finding new ways to please each other. Except that he was harnessing a burning desire deep within. Clark was ashamed to admit that before he had courted you he had watched pornography. The concept made his cheeks grow a pretty red, ashamed over his own desire. But it was in these videos that he had learnt about pegging.

One afternoon in particular lingered in his mind. It was the day you had smiled at him so big when he put a takeaway cup from the cafe located at the bottom of The Daily Planet building. The curve of your lips had his dick fighting for release behind his slacks.

Rushing to the bathroom, Clark made quick works to somewhat alleviate the growing tension. Taking himself out of his pants he was met with his dick already leaking with pre cum.

‘Fuck’

Clark was not one to swear, but this surely seems a situation where it was appropriate to do so. Carefully, he pulled back his foreskin to reveal his flushed tip, twitching violently just from your gaze. But work was no place to masturbate, so he tucked him throbbing cock between his waistband, took a deep breath and decided to end his day early.

Clark made his way through the bullpen, avoiding eyecontact with questioning co-workers, walking as casually as he could out of the office. God, did you have to look at him that way?

His brain switched to autopilot , and before he knew it he was home, slamming his front door behind himself and tugging at the zipper of his slacks to once again release himself from the confines of his boxers.

Big hands went to play with his balls, tugging gently at his aching sack and he worked to relieve himself. His brain could not stop thinking of you, your smile, your scent, those goddamn thighs. Your beauty felt unfair to him.

Stumbling into his bedroom, Clark had one hand pumping himself and the other searching aimlessly for his laptop scattered somewhere on his bed. He had stayed up the night before researching for his latest article, having fallen asleep before getting the chance to tidy up. He made quick works of turning it on, opening google, and typing in a website already being suggested by autofill.

It was wrong, if not legally then morally. But he couldn’t help himself, he was inexperienced and couldn’t always just conjure an image of you two going at it. So instead Clark turned to porn, soughing out girls who looked like you. This was not the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t have been the last but Clark needed to switch it up a little. Scrolling through his recommended his eyes caught on the thumbnail of one video in particular.

A man, almost as big as Clark himself, laying on his stomachs legs hitched up to allow access to his hole, of which was being filled by a women who looked almost identical to you, if not for the length of her hair.

His stomachs fluttered when he realised what she was wearing. Some kind of dildo attached to a harness? Curiously, Clark clicked on the video, loud male moaning instantly filling the room. He rushed to turned the audio down, face going beet red in embarrassment.

Yet, Clark’s hands drifted back to his aching dick that was resting against his stomach, slowly stroking himself as he analysed the video. She was thrusting into his hole gently as he grinded his leaking cock into the bedsheets, a small wet patch forming near the tip. She was gripping at his hips, forcing him to take the strap that was quite similar to clark’s own size. Lengthy, yes, but also just so fat.

Clark couldn’t help himself, he was picturing you squirting lube all over his puckering hole before taking him just like that, whispering dirty things into his ear. Before he could stop himself, Clark was aggressively fisting his dick into his hand, filthy wet noises echoing throughout his bedroom.

He couldn’t hold back from moaning your name as he pictured you taking him from behind, round breasts pressed against his back as you rutted into him.

He was so close, he could tell he was about to bust. Desperate for his release, he took his pointer finger and swiped it across his tip, preparing to use his precum as lube. Reaching is free hand around, Clark slowly pressed his finger into his hole.

A rush of unforeseen pleasure shot throughout his body, his release had never felt so good. Ropes of hot, sticky cum shot from his dick as he arched his back. Video completely forgotten, Clark came down from his high.

Brain no longer clouded by the uncontrollable urge to beat his dick useless, Clark could see the mess he had made. You’d only been seeing each other for 3 weeks by the point, he hadn’t even kissed you. Was it toon soon to tell you he wanted you to fuck his hole raw?

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James potter masterlist ! roommate!jamespotter recognised readers efforts. jealous sex w roommate!jamespotter 18+ roommate!jamespotter gets jealous roommate!jamespotter headcannons dry humping w roommate!jamespotter 18+ late night confessions w roommate!jamespotter roommate!james obsessing over reader roommate!james goes on a date james comforting you after a bad date pt2 sharing a bed with roomie james bff!james drabble roommate!james hc

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spencer reid masterlist ! spencer yearns for you

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Steve harrington masterlist ! steve comforting thin!reader steve knocks you up with his six little nuggets 18+ steve makes you take just the tip 18+

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Clark Kent / Superman masterlist ! Making clark use a sex toy 18+ pegging clark pt 1 18+ trying on lingerie for clark 18+ girl dad!clark meets the babysitter staying at clark's during christmas 18+

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Can you write about Clark Kent getting pegged please? 🥰

Clark Kent likes to masturbate while thinking about you pegging him . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

wc: 1k warnings : m!masturbation, mentions of porn, clark sticks a finger up his hole :). a/n: I decided to split this into two parts! so more to come on pegging clark 😚

18+ MDNI

Clark and you had been seeing each other casually for around 2 months before he had made the move to make you his. He proved himself to be the most devoted boyfriend you could’ve dreamed of, constantly attending to your every need, baby blue eyes looking down at you with nothing but awe. And it had been perfect.

He’d forced himself to take it slow with you. Hell, it’d taken nearly 7 dates for him to kiss you on the cheek. But after gaining confidence in the fact he was not in fact going to break you if he held your waist and brought your lips to his own, Clark became somewhat insatiable.

Every night was something new. You, on top, shirtless but still in your underwear as you rubbed yourself over the bludge in his work pants. The next it’d be him holding his body up over the top of you, thick dick drilling into your hole, balls swinging to hit your puffy clit, as he grinds his front into the plush of your ass.

And it had been heaven finding new ways to please each other. Except that he was harnessing a burning desire deep within. Clark was ashamed to admit that before he had courted you he had watched pornography. The concept made his cheeks grow a pretty red, ashamed over his own desire. But it was in these videos that he had learnt about pegging.

One afternoon in particular lingered in his mind. It was the day you had smiled at him so big when he put a takeaway cup from the cafe located at the bottom of The Daily Planet building. The curve of your lips had his dick fighting for release behind his slacks.

Rushing to the bathroom, Clark made quick works to somewhat alleviate the growing tension. Taking himself out of his pants he was met with his dick already leaking with pre cum.

‘Fuck’

Clark was not one to swear, but this surely seems a situation where it was appropriate to do so. Carefully, he pulled back his foreskin to reveal his flushed tip, twitching violently just from your gaze. But work was no place to masturbate, so he tucked him throbbing cock between his waistband, took a deep breath and decided to end his day early.

Clark made his way through the bullpen, avoiding eyecontact with questioning co-workers, walking as casually as he could out of the office. God, did you have to look at him that way?

His brain switched to autopilot , and before he knew it he was home, slamming his front door behind himself and tugging at the zipper of his slacks to once again release himself from the confines of his boxers.

Big hands went to play with his balls, tugging gently at his aching sack and he worked to relieve himself. His brain could not stop thinking of you, your smile, your scent, those goddamn thighs. Your beauty felt unfair to him.

Stumbling into his bedroom, Clark had one hand pumping himself and the other searching aimlessly for his laptop scattered somewhere on his bed. He had stayed up the night before researching for his latest article, having fallen asleep before getting the chance to tidy up. He made quick works of turning it on, opening google, and typing in a website already being suggested by autofill.

It was wrong, if not legally then morally. But he couldn’t help himself, he was inexperienced and couldn’t always just conjure an image of you two going at it. So instead Clark turned to porn, soughing out girls who looked like you. This was not the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t have been the last but Clark needed to switch it up a little. Scrolling through his recommended his eyes caught on the thumbnail of one video in particular.

A man, almost as big as Clark himself, laying on his stomachs legs hitched up to allow access to his hole, of which was being filled by a women who looked almost identical to you, if not for the length of her hair.

His stomachs fluttered when he realised what she was wearing. Some kind of dildo attached to a harness? Curiously, Clark clicked on the video, loud male moaning instantly filling the room. He rushed to turned the audio down, face going beet red in embarrassment.

Yet, Clark’s hands drifted back to his aching dick that was resting against his stomach, slowly stroking himself as he analysed the video. She was thrusting into his hole gently as he grinded his leaking cock into the bedsheets, a small wet patch forming near the tip. She was gripping at his hips, forcing him to take the strap that was quite similar to clark’s own size. Lengthy, yes, but also just so fat.

Clark couldn’t help himself, he was picturing you squirting lube all over his puckering hole before taking him just like that, whispering dirty things into his ear. Before he could stop himself, Clark was aggressively fisting his dick into his hand, filthy wet noises echoing throughout his bedroom.

He couldn’t hold back from moaning your name as he pictured you taking him from behind, round breasts pressed against his back as you rutted into him.

He was so close, he could tell he was about to bust. Desperate for his release, he took his pointer finger and swiped it across his tip, preparing to use his precum as lube. Reaching is free hand around, Clark slowly pressed his finger into his hole.

A rush of unforeseen pleasure shot throughout his body, his release had never felt so good. Ropes of hot, sticky cum shot from his dick as he arched his back. Video completely forgotten, Clark came down from his high.

Brain no longer clouded by the uncontrollable urge to beat his dick useless, Clark could see the mess he had made. You’d only been seeing each other for 3 weeks by the point, he hadn’t even kissed you. Was it toon soon to tell you he wanted you to fuck his hole raw?

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trying on lingerie for boyfriend!clark °❀.ೃ࿔. 18+ MDNI!

boyfriend!clark who being the sweetheart he is, offers to buy almost anything you wanted, gently moving you out of the way so he could pay instead

boyfriend!clark having to readjust himself between the many outfits you’d come out of the change room, showing off the curves of your body in a variety of form fitting clothes

boyfriend!clark who unknowingly goes into a victoria’s secret with you, assuming it’s just another store

boyfriend!clark who gets the shock of his life looking of all the mannequins dressed up in stringy lace underwear, trying his hardest not the stare

boyfriend!clark having to hold back from fully popping a boner in the middle of the store, dick chubbing at the sight of you in a set like the ones displayed

letting boyfriend!clark pick a few sets for you to try on, watching his trembling hands reach for a push up bra, a mesh one, and a couple of crotch less panties

boyfriend!clark not even trying to resist you pulling him by his hand into the change room to watch you try on his picks

giving boyfriend!clark a show, pretty round tits push up and spilling over the cups of the bra, nipples hard beneath the fabric, bending over to display your bare pussy right in front of his face.

boyfriend!clark who has giving up on trying to pretend like he’s innocent to this, big hand palming at the tented bulge in his pants

pulling the cups of the bra down, manoeuvring yourself over boyfriend!clarks lap, rubbing and pulling at your nipples in front of his face

boyfriend!clark not even lasting two seconds before spilling in his pants

boyfriend!clark bashful and red face as you walk out of the dress room, making your way to buy the sets

boyfriend!clark, who out of the corner of his eye spots a red, blue, and yellow lingerie set with an ‘S’ embroidered on the crotch of the panties

boyfriend!clark who is going to have a longggggggg night with you

p.s feel free to request anything you’d wanna hear me write ! <3

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to do my assignments or write fanfiction that is the question

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girl dad!Clark Kent x babysitter…..

a/n: this is honestly just a drabble i’ve had in my drafts but lowkey should I turn it into a series???

warnings: none! wc : 803

12:00pm

The trill of the doorbell rung faintly behind the door in front of you, quickly followed by thudding footsteps. Not wanting to seem overly eager, you take a step back front the door to instead survey the hallway of the quiet hallway of the building.

With the click of a lock and the creaking of the door in front of you being swung open, you were greeted with a beaming smile from a tall man in front of you. A handsome man.

Baby blue irises, neatly kept brown hair with one outlying curl resting gently against his forehead, tie in hand, and the most captivating smile. A hand shot out in front of you, inviting you into his space.

“Hey are you the sitter? I’m Clark.” His voice was deep, calming, and all too enticing.

“Yes” god he’s hot “Am I here are the right time?” The last thing you wanted to be was too late, not wanting to disappoint your employer on the first day. Especially not this one.

“Perfect timing! Come inside.” Clark ushered you inside, a comforting smell you couldn’t quiet place greeting your sense.

The place was small, but clearly a home adorned with love. Small finger paintings hung on walls, toys scattered in a corner by the couch, and the soft patter of small feet greet you as you step into the main room.

“It’s apologise for the clutter-.”

A small body entered the rooms, blue eyes identical to the ones of the man next to you peering up to meet your gaze.

“Oh, this is my daughter, Lola.”

The girl beams much like her father had when you opened the door, reaching out to offer a small hand.

She was practically her father’s clone, identical in every sense except her nose. Surely an attribute of her mother. You reach out your hand, and gently shake her own.

Letting go of your hand, the girl moved to nuzzle herself into her father’s side, Clark’s big hand coming up behind her to rub soothingly at her back.

It was odd, that a man with a voice so steep and a stature just so large, that he would be so soft like this.

Continuing his affectionate circles, Clark begins to explain basic house rules. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the basics of babysitting, but really the only rules I enforce are manners and politeness, which Lola has no trouble up-keeping.” The small girl nods her head enthusiastically, taking in her father’s praise.

As Clark explained what your role would be, you had a hard time not fixating on his features. The strong slope of his nose, the deep hum of his voice, the sheer size of him. Seriously, he was huge.

Though, he still had that boyish charm to him. He was clearly in the middle of getting dressed when you had knocked, tie undone, and hair not quite combed. But regardless, he was charming.

“-Lola really isn’t to much trouble, but if you need anything all emergency numbers are written on the fridge.” You had shamefully gotten distracted and lost track of what Clark had been saying, fixated instead on the way his lips moved around each syllable.

And if you hadn’t been so fixated on trying to seem like you weren’t staring, you would have noticed Clark obvious staring of you. He was practically in awe.

Clark bent down to Lola’s level, crouching down in front of her to offer her a hug and kiss goodbye. Letting go of his daughter, he finished fixating his appearance before tuning to you.

“I usually work until around 5, but sometimes I get caught up at the office.” He explains, gathering the remainder of his things. “But I’ll pay overtime, and if you need our give me a text and Mrs. Turner front next door can come round.”

“Perfect!” God you sound like an idiot trying to seem all professional, and not act like you’re gawking at this man.

With that, Clark offers one final goodbye before turning to close the door and leave.

“Love you!” He calls out before locking the door.

It was clearly to Lola, but the words make your cheeks heat all the same.

Golly you were in trouble.

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coach steve….save me coach steve

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Hii! Can I request Steve x petite reader:) I always see ppl saying “oh Steve’s an ass guy Steve’s a boob guy” I’ve got a flat chest and little booty and I’d love to read about small guy love:’)

Body Better Steve Harrington x petite!reader

wc: 1.1k. warnings: reader is afab/petite, talks of body issues and theme of body dysmorphia, allusions to nsfw content (steve gets hard but no smut

Walking around Hawkins mall, all you could see were girls your age, some older, fitted in lycra and leotards. Their figures were just like that of those women on the cover of cosmopolitan or teen vogue. Although you’d never really thought of yourself as particularly unattractive, it sucked to see that this was not a beauty fad you could participate in, whether you wanted to or not.

What deepened those insecurities was thinking about Steve. He was once “King Steve” after all and you often found yourself wondering if you could truely meet his expectations, despite the many months you’d been dating.

As the summer months approached you decided to clear out your wardrobe and make some room for newer pieces. Steve had been the one suggest that the two of to go on a date at the mall so you could try on some pieces for him.

“Come on It’ll be fun.” His warm eyes gazed up at you, pleading like a puppy dog.

You were reluctant, shopping for clothes that properly fit you was hard and time consuming and you didn’t want to bore Steve.

“Im a really indecisive shopper.” You pass off to try and get Steve to back out.

“Well, that why i’ll come with you.” He moved from the spot on your bed he was laying on to circle round to where you were standing, gently grabbing your hands that were twitching nervously from your side and held them with his much bigger, much warmer hands.

“I promise if it’s too much we can leave.”

With this you reluctantly agreed, not wanting to turn him down when he was being so kind, plus you really needed new clothes now.

———————————————————————

The mall was packed. Going on a Saturday at lunch was probably not the most thought out idea, but Steve didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he held your hand tight, pulling you closer to his chest to weave you through the crowd.

“Where to first, Baby” You felt his breath by your neck, the nickname and his closeness sending butterflies to your stomach.

“Umm, well I really need to get new shorts.”

His face lit up with excitement. “Levi’s?” He practically beamed.

The incoming crowd had fizzled out by the time you made it into the store. Looking around the shop, your mind came to the conclusion that nothing would fit you, or at least not in the way it fitted the models positioned around the store on massive posters.

“These would look great on you.” Steve announced proudly, holding up a pair of blue denim shorts.

Before you could get a word out you were interrupted by the sales assistant.

“Can I help you with anything?” Her smile was meant nothing but kindness, but looking over her body you felt a wave of instant nausea hit you. The way she was slim in all the right places, with perfectly round breasts and an ass that filled out her shorts so well, the shorts Steve currently had in his hand, caused a wave of jealousy to boil in your stomach.

Your mind instantly wondered to Steve, if he too took notice of her perfect figure. Looking over, Steve was still fiddling with the shorts, completely unaware she was even standing there .

“Hmm, maybe not this pair, the threads loose, but I guess you could cut it.” His gaze met yours when he looked up, taking immediate notice of your expression.

“You okay?” He asked, dropping the shorts and caressing your arm with his free hand.

“Yeah.” You let out breathlessly before turning your gaze to the sales assistant waiting patiently. “We’re all good, thank you for offering.” With that she smiled, and walked away, hips swaying behind her.

God your life was such a joke. You didn’t even want to go shopping now, too fixated on your appearance to be thinking clearly.

Steve continued to ruffle through the pile of shorts before letting out a satisfied noise.” “Aha!, see these are much better.” He handed the pair to you.

Smoothing over the fabric you took notice of the fact Steve had gotten your size right.

“Want to try them on?” He offered, directing you towards the change rooms.

You nodded timidly, just wanting to get it over and done with at this rate.

After pulling the shorts on and inspecting your body, you could already tell you hated them. They fitted sure, but they didn’t look right.

“Are you finished?” Steve asks curiously, not wanting to rush you but obviously concerned with how long you were taking.

“Yeah.” Breathing out, you try to keep your breath steady and stop yourself from crying.

“That doesn’t sound very enthusiastic, can I see them?”

You pull yourself back from behind the curtains, revealing yourself to Steve. His eyes immediately drop to your thighs, face slowly glowing a light tone of pink.

“They’re…short.” Is all he can muster up.

“Well, they are called shorts.” The embarrassment of standing in front of your blusing boyfriend takes over so you try to step back into the dressing room. Before you can, his warm hands encompass your hips and pull your body down, placing you in his lap.

“You are so beautiful.” He beams up at you, eyes filled with adoration.

“Be serious Steve, these shorts don’t suit me, nothing does, I’m too-“

“To what?” Steve questions. “Too beautiful, too sexy?”

“Steve.” You feel the blush creeping from your face down to the back of your neck and all over your chest. He was always complimenting you so unabashedly.

“Your never ‘too anything’ okay, just because you don’t look like the models doesn’t mean I don’t want you, because god baby, I want you so bad.”

No matter how deep you find your insecurities, Steve always manages to pull you out of your own head.

“Steve-” You call once again.

“Don’t ‘Steve’ me, I’m telling the truth.” He grins.

“No I’m-, I don’t think this is the place to have a semi right now.” You shift your weight, drawling his attention to his growing issue.

“Ah- right.” His pride quickly turns to shame as you pull yourself off his lap, allowing for him to readjust himself.

“So you’re getting those right?” He asked sheepishly, hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

Turning your gaze back to the mirror behind you, you take in your body one more time. This time you can see the beauty in it.

Steve pays for the shorts, infact he pays for another two pairs as well to ‘make sure you have a wide selection’.

Because if there’s one thing about Steve, it’s that he loves his girl regardless of her size or shape, he just wants someone he can love on.

[paulmescalsbiceps]

Home for the holidays ⋆⁺₊❅. Clark Kent x fem!reader

warnings: smut 18+, reader is afab, squirt. wc:

smut below the cut MDNI

Christmas was different this year, when Ma and Pa had offered to take the two of you in, you’d jumped at the opportunity excited to spend time out of metropolis. Smallville just had that small town charm so quintessentially Christmas.

The drive up was magically, watching snow flakes fall and cling to the windshield, leaving a small mark as it eventually melted.

Clark had one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh, squeezing tentatively, like he was pent up.

You knew spending time around his parents meant less time to fool around but you supposed that you’d be distracted with all the holiday festivities that it wouldn’t really matter. You were wrong.

The first few days flew by with ease. Sure, he got a little handsy every now and then, large fingertips coming to rest on your hips squeezing gently as you rolled out gingerbread dough, his mother standing just a few feet away, but that was really the extent.

It wasn’t until you’d been lying in bed, dressed in a matching pyjama set so kindly gifted to you by Ma, book in hand, cup on tea perched by your side that clark broke.

“Been teasing me all week.” His voice was low, juxtaposing his usually cheery demeanour.

“Teasing you?” You almost laugh at the accusation. “Hun, it’s barely been a week since we got here.”

“But it’s been nearly two since I’ve gotten to be inside you.” He moved from the doorway he was standing in, moving closer to lean over your frame, hands sprayed out either side of the mattress, your seated body between.

“Clark.” You warn, partly to him, but also partly to yourself. The two of you had been know for getting….carried away. And really the last thing you wanted was his parents hearing you scream their son’s name.

“Baby please, I need it, I need you.” He begged, moving his hand over his crotch as to make note of his growing arousal.

His cock was practically fighting its way out of his pants, fabric pulled taunt. You moved your gaze from his crotch to look at his eyes, baby blues filled with longing.

“Okay, but you need to keep quiet.” He nodded quickly moving off the bed to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his chest, hair spattered across.

You too moved to take off your own shirt, bra long forgone hours ago. His eyes latched to your tits, pupils blown wide at the sight, nipples hard and perked up under his attention.

“Baby.” He groaned, moving to lay down, pulling your body ontop of his own so you could straddle his waist. You began grinding, nothing but your underwear separating you from his tented dick.

“Okay okay, let me stretch you out first.” He made quick work of reaching under the band of your underwear, fingers quick to find your clit. It thrummed in pleasure the second his thumb began circling the nub.

“Clark.” You breathed out, mouthing at the side of his jaw, stumbling rubbing your lips raw.

“Needed you so badly. Love being here don’t get me wrong, but golly if i could bend you over every surface in this house i would.” He breathed out, hips pushing up to satisfy his own pleasure.

“Please, just fuck me, I need it now.” You moaned out, already feeling close.

He obeyed, shuffling around so he could strip himself bare, following him yourself. It wasn’t like you forgot how big he was, it was impossible to ever get that image out of your head, but right now his cock looked like it was begging for release. Tip red and already leaking pearly beads of pre cum. His balls looked huge, swollen with his lack of release.

You angled your hips, ready to sink down onto his length. The burn felt incredible, you were already desperate to orgasm.

“Golly.” Clark moaned, just at the contact of entering your pussy. His hands came to grip your hips, fingers slotting into bruises, evidence of the last time he had you like this.

The stretch burned, body fighting to accomodate to his girth even after all this time. You could feel him twitching inside you, already so desperate for release. You slowly began to rock your hips, your clit getting slight stimulation from the thatch of hair resting at the base of his cock.

“Clark.” His name spilled out from between your lips, pleading with him to make you feel good. In response, he pushed his body down, dawned a tighter grip on your hips, and began slowly fucking himself up into you.

“Oh my god! Baby-“ You cut yourself off with another moan before you could finish your sentence, the sensation of Clark thrusting his swollen length up into your heat making you feel dizzy.

You could hear yourself squelching, pussy so wet and his hips moving so hard the noise was hard to prevent. His eyes were frantically moving along your body, unsure of where to remain contact. On a particularly hard thrust he closed his eyes all together, pleasure overwhelming him.

Mattress creaking below your shared weight, you could tell you were close. You tried, you really tried, to let clark know but all that came out was a strangled of huffed moans.

“Cla-oh god..mmm, Clark!” Hands grasped tightly at his chest.

Leaning forward, not stopping his movements he practically moaned in your ear. “I know baby, cum for me, wanna feel you cream all over me.”

The heat of his breath on your neck, his heady scent, and the sound of his deep voice begging you to come for him, sent you over the edge. The pleasure was unlike anything you’d felt before, your thighs seized up and jerked, your whole body shaking as you felt your eyes roll back.

“Fuck.” At first you thought the words had come from your mouth, but regaining your consciousness you realised they’d come from Clark’s. Clark who famously never swore.

“Wha-“

“Baby look at this mess you made, and i thought I was the one pent up.” Clark teased, grinning for ear to ear looking up at you in adoration. Looking down you could see you had completely soaked the sheets.

“I’ve never done that before.” You confessed, slightly freaking out that the first time was at course when you weren’t even at your own house.

“I hope it’s not the last.” Clark pulled your body close to his, dick slipping out letting his cum leak down your thigh.

In a second you’d get up to change the sheets, but for now you allow yourself to sink into clark’s heat, an ever comforting presence.

And tomrrow, you’d had to figure out how to explain to Ma and Pa why you needed new sheets when you’d only just changed them :)

[paulmescalsbiceps]

Home for the holidays ⋆⁺₊❅. Clark Kent x fem!reader

warnings: smut 18+, reader is afab, squirt. wc:

smut below the cut MDNI

Christmas was different this year, when Ma and Pa had offered to take the two of you in, you’d jumped at the opportunity excited to spend time out of metropolis. Smallville just had that small town charm so quintessentially Christmas.

The drive up was magically, watching snow flakes fall and cling to the windshield, leaving a small mark as it eventually melted.

Clark had one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh, squeezing tentatively, like he was pent up.

You knew spending time around his parents meant less time to fool around but you supposed that you’d be distracted with all the holiday festivities that it wouldn’t really matter. You were wrong.

The first few days flew by with ease. Sure, he got a little handsy every now and then, large fingertips coming to rest on your hips squeezing gently as you rolled out gingerbread dough, his mother standing just a few feet away, but that was really the extent.

It wasn’t until you’d been lying in bed, dressed in a matching pyjama set so kindly gifted to you by Ma, book in hand, cup on tea perched by your side that clark broke.

“Been teasing me all week.” His voice was low, juxtaposing his usually cheery demeanour.

“Teasing you?” You almost laugh at the accusation. “Hun, it’s barely been a week since we got here.”

“But it’s been nearly two since I’ve gotten to be inside you.” He moved from the doorway he was standing in, moving closer to lean over your frame, hands sprayed out either side of the mattress, your seated body between.

“Clark.” You warn, partly to him, but also partly to yourself. The two of you had been know for getting….carried away. And really the last thing you wanted was his parents hearing you scream their son’s name.

“Baby please, I need it, I need you.” He begged, moving his hand over his crotch as to make note of his growing arousal.

His cock was practically fighting its way out of his pants, fabric pulled taunt. You moved your gaze from his crotch to look at his eyes, baby blues filled with longing.

“Okay, but you need to keep quiet.” He nodded quickly moving off the bed to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his chest, hair spattered across.

You too moved to take off your own shirt, bra long forgone hours ago. His eyes latched to your tits, pupils blown wide at the sight, nipples hard and perked up under his attention.

“Baby.” He groaned, moving to lay down, pulling your body ontop of his own so you could straddle his waist. You began grinding, nothing but your underwear separating you from his tented dick.

“Okay okay, let me stretch you out first.” He made quick work of reaching under the band of your underwear, fingers quick to find your clit. It thrummed in pleasure the second his thumb began circling the nub.

“Clark.” You breathed out, mouthing at the side of his jaw, stumbling rubbing your lips raw.

“Needed you so badly. Love being here don’t get me wrong, but golly if i could bend you over every surface in this house i would.” He breathed out, hips pushing up to satisfy his own pleasure.

“Please, just fuck me, I need it now.” You moaned out, already feeling close.

He obeyed, shuffling around so he could strip himself bare, following him yourself. It wasn’t like you forgot how big he was, it was impossible to ever get that image out of your head, but right now his cock looked like it was begging for release. Tip red and already leaking pearly beads of pre cum. His balls looked huge, swollen with his lack of release.

You angled your hips, ready to sink down onto his length. The burn felt incredible, you were already desperate to orgasm.

“Golly.” Clark moaned, just at the contact of entering your pussy. His hands came to grip your hips, fingers slotting into bruises, evidence of the last time he had you like this.

The stretch burned, body fighting to accomodate to his girth even after all this time. You could feel him twitching inside you, already so desperate for release. You slowly began to rock your hips, your clit getting slight stimulation from the thatch of hair resting at the base of his cock.

“Clark.” His name spilled out from between your lips, pleading with him to make you feel good. In response, he pushed his body down, dawned a tighter grip on your hips, and began slowly fucking himself up into you.

“Oh my god! Baby-“ You cut yourself off with another moan before you could finish your sentence, the sensation of Clark thrusting his swollen length up into your heat making you feel dizzy.

You could hear yourself squelching, pussy so wet and his hips moving so hard the noise was hard to prevent. His eyes were frantically moving along your body, unsure of where to remain contact. On a particularly hard thrust he closed his eyes all together, pleasure overwhelming him.

Mattress creaking below your shared weight, you could tell you were close. You tried, you really tried, to let clark know but all that came out was a strangled of huffed moans.

“Cla-oh god..mmm, Clark!” Hands grasped tightly at his chest.

Leaning forward, not stopping his movements he practically moaned in your ear. “I know baby, cum for me, wanna feel you cream all over me.”

The heat of his breath on your neck, his heady scent, and the sound of his deep voice begging you to come for him, sent you over the edge. The pleasure was unlike anything you’d felt before, your thighs seized up and jerked, your whole body shaking as you felt your eyes roll back.

“Fuck.” At first you thought the words had come from your mouth, but regaining your consciousness you realised they’d come from Clark’s. Clark who famously never swore.

“Wha-“

“Baby look at this mess you made, and i thought I was the one pent up.” Clark teased, grinning for ear to ear looking up at you in adoration. Looking down you could see you had completely soaked the sheets.

“I’ve never done that before.” You confessed, slightly freaking out that the first time was at course when you weren’t even at your own house.

“I hope it’s not the last.” Clark pulled your body close to his, dick slipping out letting his cum leak down your thigh.

In a second you’d get up to change the sheets, but for now you allow yourself to sink into clark’s heat, an ever comforting presence.

And tomrrow, you’d had to figure out how to explain to Ma and Pa why you needed new sheets when you’d only just changed them :)