⋆˚࿔ summary ⇾ You couldn’t help yourself, his sounds were just too pretty // Clark being loud in bed.
nsfw. mdni.
I love him sm
You felt sorry for your neighbors, really.
With the way Clark sounded? How loud he was? Yeah, complaints were sure on their way. But you encouraged him. Praising him and showing complete interest in every little sound that poured from his mouth. By no means were these sounds forced. No way. Absolutely not. Not with the way he gripped the pillow his face was shoved in (a poor attempt to conceal the noises) and how he pushed himself back to meet your thrusts. It was a beautiful sight to see if you were being honest.
“Lemme hear you, Clark,” you cooed, as if you haven’t been hearing him for the past thirty minutes. He mumbled something, or tried to. What? He couldn’t help it, you were fucking him too good.
“I- mmm..” Clark hummed, body jerking with each and every one of your thrusts. After a short beat of silence he decided to speak up again. “M’being too loud.” At least he’s aware.
You leaned down over his body, chest now pressed against his back. Pressing a kiss to his nape you thought about what to say, then it came to you. “We can worry about that later, baby, but right now I just need to hear you, hear how good I’m makin’ you feel.” You are so, so lucky he loves you.
“But the-“
“Later, baby.”
Right.
Clark squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth falling open but no sound coming out. The friction from his cock rubbing against the sheets of your bed felt almost as good as your cock drilling into him (plus points for helping him get closer to his orgasm). “Oh..” he gasped. The more he lost himself in the feeling and focused on how good his cock felt trapped between his stomach and the bed, absolutely throbbing and possibly an angry shade of red only fueled him on more.
“Gonna cum for me again, Clark?” He let out a broken hum in response, yet another poor attempt to answer you. As a few seconds passed, no longer caring about how loud he was being, Clark soon found himself letting out soft moans and loud whimpers. Even rutting into the bed to chase his orgasm while still attempting to meet your thrusts. The two of you drew closer and closer, Clark being the first to empty his load. You didn’t stop fucking into him until you came, though. Feeling as he tightened around you before loosening up again. Leaning down over him you kissed right in between his shoulder blades, because why not?
Your grip on his hips were tight, and you didn’t plan on moving your hands for another few seconds. But then finally, with a broken moan you came inside of Clark for the second time—painting his walls white once more.
You kept going through the aftershocks, only deciding to stop when the feeling started to overwhelm you. When you pulled back and saw Clark, you’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t turn you on. He was beautiful. Eyes closed and mouth open, panting onto the pillow beneath him, cum oozing out of his hole as he tried to control his breathing. God, you could go on. But if you kept focusing on him like this you’d end up hard again, which you didn’t want right now. So, you softly nudged him so that he could flip over on his back. Which only made it worse for you. For some odd reason the drying cum on his stomach and the sheets turned you on. But you pushed those thoughts aside (tried to), and pulled him in for a kiss. When the two of you pulled back his eyes roamed. First on your face, then on the mess he made. Which was big. Causing a huge wave of embarrassment to come through him.
“Oh, jeez.”
To the people that put in requests, y’all are absolute angels for waiting this long 😭. Alsoooo, I genuinely loved this movie so much. The little boy that grew up loving dc is coming back 😛
the bedframe had been protesting for a while now, groaning every time you pushed forward, but it was nothing compared to the way clark was breaking apart underneath you. he was lying face-down when it started—sprawled out like some huge, helpless thing, his chest pressed to the mattress and his hips tilted up for you. he was so warm it felt like you were melting into him, every thrust slow and deliberate, every drag of your cock through his tight hole making him cry out. “please…” his voice cracked, muffled against the pillow. “please, i can’t—”
you bent down until your mouth was right next to his ear, your chest to his slick back, your weight keeping him pinned flat. “can’t what, sweetheart?” you asked, sweet as honey, even as your hips ground in, forcing him to feel every inch.
“i can’t think,” he whispered, almost sobbed, as you rolled your hips again. “you’re- mmh—so- so mean.”
“that’s all?” you murmured, kissing his damp temple. “i thought the man of steel could handle a little slow fuck.”
“i—i can’t,” he whimpered, and then bit the pillow to muffle a sob when your next thrust landed deep, slow enough that he could feel every pulse of you inside him.
“oh, clark,” you cooed, moving your hand down to hold his waist steady as his muscles trembled. “listen to yourself. you’re shaking like a leaf. and all i’ve done is put you on your belly and fuck you nice ‘n slow.”
“you’re so-oh mean,” he gasped, pushing back against you instinctively, desperate for more.
“am i?” you pulled out all the way, just to watch him squirm. his body clenched around nothing, back arching as if to chase you. “you know what’s mean, baby? mean would be leaving you empty.”
“don’t, no—” he pleaded instantly, voice breaking. “don’t—don’t do that. i need- it.”
“oh, you need it, huh?” you sank back into him in one long, deep stroke, until you were buried all the way to the hilt. he cried out loud, hands clawing at the sheets, thighs trembling underneath you. “look at that,” you murmured against his ear. “big, strong clark kent, and all he can do is beg me not to stop fucking him.” he was sobbing now, but the sound was so wet and needy it went straight to your cock.
“don’t stop,” he begged, louder this time, words shaky and strained. “please, please, i’ll be good, i swear.. i just—”
“you’re already good,” you said, punctuating the words with another slow thrust that made him arch like a bow. “good and ruined. you feel how tight you are, clark? holding on to me like you’d die if i left?”
“i- nghh—can’t—” his voice dissolved into a long, broken moan.
“shhh,” you whispered, rocking into him with a slow, devastating rhythm. “you don’t have to think. just let me do it. that’s what you want, isn’t it? to lie here and let me use you until you forget your own name?”
clark’s answer was incoherent—just a desperate, choked sound that ended in a sob. you kissed the side of his neck, soft and patient. “that’s a yes, isn’t it? you like being my good boy.” he nodded frantically into the pillow, unable to form words.
“say it for me, baby,” you coaxed, thrusting deep enough that he gasped again. “say you like it.”
“i like it,” he whimpered, voice wrecked. “i like it, i like it so much—”
you smiled against his skin and wrapped a hand around his cock, grinding into him while stroking him in time. his hips bucked wildly, torn between thrusting back on your cock and forward into your fist. you held him still, controlling every movement.
“shh. let me. let me do it, clark.”
“please,” he whispered, raw and pleading, and you felt him tremble from head to toe. “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop—” he came undone fast, his hips jerking helplessly, his release spilling hot between his stomach and the bed as a sob tore out of him. he clutched at the sheets like a lifeline, shaking, cumming so hard he saw white behind his eyes.
but you didn’t stop. you kept moving, slow but relentless, letting him feel every single stroke even as he trembled under you, too sensitive to bear it. “sensitive now, hm?” you murmured sweetly, dragging your teeth over his shoulder. “you can take it. you’re superman. you can take anything i give you.”
clark whined, trying to twist away from the overwhelming pleasure, but you just pinned him down harder. “shhh. we’re not done,” you said, pulling out just far enough to flip him onto his back. his chest was flushed and heaving, eyes glassy, lips red from biting them.
“look at you,” you whisperer, cupping his face as you lined up again. “tears all over your pretty face. gorgeous.” clark’s hand caught your wrist, but he didn’t push you away. instead he nodded, shamefaced, and that was all the permission you needed.
you hooked his knees over your arms and slid back into him, slow but deep, and the sound he made was sinful—high and needy, his head rolling back on the pillow as he clung to you.
“that’s it,” you whispered, beginning to move again, faster this time, but still with that same devastating control. “let me see you, baby.”
his tear-filled eyes, half open, locked onto yours, his face contorted to a facial expression that was a perfect mix of a pout, pleasure and pure, unfiltered want.
HI !! Your Clark fic WAS SO SO SO GOOD - its so difficult finding x male reader so thank you for doing that, its so validating !! I wanted to ask if you could maybe make a clark x trans!masc / ftm reader finding out that he is superman because clark falls over and drops his glasses or something. Maybe a little smutty at the end if you are able !! THANK YOU, YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING ♡♡♡♡♡
Clark with ftm coworker reader
size difference, blowjob, uncut subby Clark
Clark may be a little dense when it comes to personal relationships, but with you, he tries his darnedest
you’re a coworker of his at the Daily Planet, you see each other every day, and eventually that friendly banter you share progresses into butterflies and averted eyes
Clark isn’t very experienced when it comes to romance, especially not with another man, which is part of the reason he falls so fast and so hard for the first man who treats him nicely; you
so, when you reciprocate and start dating, he’s thrilled, and you’ve been joined at the hip with him ever since
everything is going so smoothly so quickly. you’ve made things official, already gone on quite a few dates, some fancy and others just at home or to the movie theatre, and he’s absolutely smitten with you
obviously, he gets a lot of attention as Superman, but that isn’t the same as getting attention from you, cuddled up on his couch with your head on his shoulder
he knows he’s in love two weeks in
but, alas, your newfound paradise does not last long
with the hustle and bustle around the Daily Planet, Clark hardly gets any time to breathe, working on new articles and getting everyone in the office coffees
and, of course, you’re equally swamped. he’s a less important reporter than you are, so you’re hard at work with larger stories, countless collaborative projects as well as your own
all of that is to say, you hardly have enough time in the day to sleep, let alone see each other outside of work to go on dates
his neediness sets in a few days into the big workload, pouting at his desk like a kicked puppy before he comes up with a brilliant plan
he’ll just get you a coffee, drop it off at your desk and hang around for a bit! it won’t be for as long as he really wants, he misses you, but something is better than nothing!
so, he gets a few orders from Jimmy and Lois and a few other coworkers before he rushes out, filled with determination
and, as he returns to the office with a tray full of drinks, he makes an awful, awful mistake
people rush up to him, retrieving their cups as he walks around, handing drinks to others, until he approaches your desk
and his glasses, already askew from the rush he was in earlier slip down his nose and hit the floor all at once
he drops to the ground with them
he has to! his identity is critically important! even though it breaks his heart to watch your coffee spill onto the floor as he falls
but it’s too late
as he slides his glasses back onto his face, sighing in relief, glancing up at you, and he can instantly tell that you’ve recognised him
he flounders for a moment, unprepared, before he grabs your hand and quickly drags you out of the main office and down the hall
you splutter as he pulls you into the janitor’s closet, his eyes downcast, ashamed as you seem unable to look away
“you’re Superman?” you whisper in disbelief
“yes.” he responds just as quietly, anxiously tapping his fingers together. “I know, it’s bad, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you!”
he spares a glance at you, nervous, and you meet his gaze with pure confusion
“what? no. Clark, I don’t care about that.” you respond quickly, shaking your head. “I know you’re in a lot of danger just telling me this now. I’m just… sort of stunned.”
and oh, he loves you
“no wonder you’re so big.” you tease, and he turns a vibrant shade of red up to the tips of his ears
he looks away, slightly overwhelmed. you know that he’s Superman now, and you really aren’t as shocked as he expected you to be when he played this situation out in his head
you have noticed your size difference many times before. both of you have. even before Clark’s schoolboy crush started
when he would hand you your coffee in the morning, his thick fingers would span over the entire cup, brushing against yours
he hides his larger frame well in oversized suits, but his hands have always stood out in your mind
and now, it makes sense
you spare a glance at the closet door, weighing the options in your mind while Clark stares at you like a lost puppy
you just can’t resist any longer
you grab him by the collar of his shirt and tug him down for a kiss, which he eagerly accepts, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace
he doesn’t let you pull back, greedy as he soaks up every little bit of affection, accepting the swipes of your tongue and parting his lips to let you deepen the kiss
and, for the first time, you wonder how this could possibly be Superman, already breathless and keening as you lick into his mouth
but Clark is already too far gone to be self conscious, his mind clouded pleasantly as his blood quickly rushes south
with how closely you’re pressed together, as cramped as you both are, it’s easy to feel the moment Clark starts growing hard, tenting his slacks
you purposefully ignore it for a minute, kissing him deeply, feeling his arms around you tense, fighting back the urge to pull you impossibly closer
and, eventually, your boyfriend just can’t help himself
he rocks his hips forward, still suckling on your tongue as he grinds against you, his height forcing him to hump against your stomach
you sigh, equal parts amused and aroused, and break the kiss
Clark whines loudly
“I’m sorry. please.” he begs unprompted, pent up and touch starved. “just a little more and I can finish. please, I need to.”
you swallow thickly, suddenly salivating. he is unfairly good at getting what he wants, especially from you
you kneel down in the closet, fumbling with his belt buckle and unzipping his slacks while he mumbles ‘thank you’s and apologies, his face still red
Clark’s boxers, comically and somehow expectedly, are just as red as his face. you bite back a laugh, not wanting to make him shy
tugging them down along with his slacks, his hard cock springs free, and promptly smacks your cheek
it’s thick and heavy, uncut with a pink tip hidden beneath his foreskin. you peel it back, exposing the shiny head and pressing a wet kiss there. it’s perfect
Clark shakes under your attention, the strong muscles of his thighs visibly clenching as you flatten your tongue along his glans, struggling not to buck his hips
you stroke his shaft with your index and thumb, swirling your tongue under his foreskin, tasting his glossy precome
you look up at him, meeting his eyes for a moment before he hides his face in his hands. you coo, closing your lips around the tip and beginning to suck softly
the pleasure is instantly too much, and you watch as Clark squirms, hollowing your cheeks as you see his full balls start to clench
thick, salty cum paints your tongue, swallowing as the amount already starts to overwhelm you
your throat bobs as you take more of his cock into your mouth, guiding every spurt to shoot right down your throat
Clark is a complete mess, moaning quietly, a hand over his mouth to muffle himself, his legs starting to shake as you suck around him and swallow
when he’s finally spent, you honestly feel full, like you’ve just eaten a big meal. it’s as unsettling as it is sexy
he slumps against the closet wall, his glasses foggy and his hair curly and damp with sweat. he shyly meets your gaze
“can I return the favour?” he asks, resting his large hands on your waist, blinking his best puppy dog eyes at you
you ponder it for a moment before you remember your workload, frowning. another few minutes in here might get the both of you written up or fired
“when we get home.” you promise, reaching up to pat his warm, flushed cheek
Hii! Love your Clark Kent x male reader one (is the perfect freak). I was wondering if you’d be ok with writing a Bruce Wayne fic or even Damian Wayne in a similar manner? Needy, not first time having sex per se but first time being submissive, they enjoy it a ton. Def a bit of crying on their part, either from being close to finishing or just intense pleasure. Like you did with Clark Kent can you go into how they prepped, like I think Bruce Wayne might not shave, his muscular hairiness is part of his charm, but Damian in my eyes would because of hygiene. I think they would both also research before they did anything
Adjusting with Bruce Wayne
Bruce is used to a carefully constructed routine. every day is the same with sparse changes throughout. one day he’ll wake up early enough for lunch, another day he wakes closer to dinner. easy to work around
but when he meets you, he has to adjust. he really, really hates adjusting
you take care of him in ways he isn’t used to. when he wakes up late, you’re already in bed with him, your warmth pulling him back to reality. it’s comforting
when you’re with him, time seems to pass by slower. his constant thirst for something he can’t quite name is quenched
you’re almost constantly holding him, whispering sweet nothings to him. he doesn’t understand what you see in him, but he’s never felt so lucky
the days when you’re gone are the hardest. the nights when he has to leave you in his bed, listening to your tired protests, your hands reaching out and trying to pull him back under the covers, are the hardest
guilt settles deep in Bruce’s gut, frustrating and constantly nagging at him to make it up to you. he thinks about it for months before he decides he can’t force you or himself to wait any longer
you’ve had sex before, usually limited to frotting or handjobs on the days he can’t quite open his eyes. you help wake him up, get his heart racing enough that he can’t fall back asleep
but you both want more than that. and now, finally, he’s ready to give you that something more you’ve both been craving
it’s humiliating having the package be presented to him in Alfred’s hands, and he quickly excuses himself from lunch to run up to his room and lock himself inside
he’s already had a shower in preparation for this moment, cleaning himself as well as he can manage, his hair still damp
the plug itself is horribly intimidating, but he knows he can work himself up to that. he lays himself down on his bed and squirts lube onto his fingers, nervously reaching behind himself until his fingers meet his own puckered rim
he coaxes himself into relaxing and works one finger, and then two fingers inside over the course of a few minutes. he’s completely new to this, so he takes his time exploring and adjusting to the odd sensation of his own fingers inside of himself
it’s not exactly unpleasant, but it isn’t very arousing either. he hums into his pillows as he arches his back, working in a third lubed finger until he’s satisfied with the stretch
he curses at himself when he realises he still has to wash the plug before he can use it, his brain clouded with lust, impairing his usually thorough methods of thinking
discreetly, he dresses himself in a robe and makes a beeline for the kitchen, quietly boil washing the toy in question along with some of his other intimate purchases. he rinses everything with cool water before he returns to his room, hands shaking
he trembles as he slides two lubed fingers inside of himself, testing his previous preparations, before he lubes up the plug
unlike his fingers, the presence of something warm and thick inside of him is incredibly pleasurable. Bruce moans quietly into his silk pillows as he takes it down to the flared base
when you arrive at the mansion an hour later, he’s already biting his nails to distract himself from the intense fullness and daunting situation in front of him
you both enjoy a quiet dinner, though your gaze lingers as you turn to him throughout the meal, clearly sensing that something is off
he worries his bottom lip between his teeth before he invites you up to his room, and you can quickly guess why he’s behaving so strangely
but guessing and actually looking at Bruce are two different things. he’s vulnerable and naked, laying beneath you on his bed, hiding his face in his elbow as you inspect the black gem on the base of the plug nestled between his legs
he hadn’t chosen it intentionally, hadn’t known your response to it would be so strong, but he is endlessly thankful
you climb on top of him like a man possessed, ripping the clothes from your own body impatiently, and his thighs won’t stop shaking
you grasp the flared base and pull the plug out of him with a wet ‘pop’, leaning over him to reach the bottle of lube on his nightstand
Bruce drags his arm away from his face to watch as you stroke yourself, the lubricant smeared onto your skin making it glisten, and his pale skin is flushed down to his chest
you lean down and kiss his cheek, sliding your hands up and down his scarred body soothingly as you line yourself up with his gaping hole
he accepts every inch without much resistance, his legs tense as they remain spread, gasping for breath as he feels the last few girthy inches stretch him out, consciously relaxing until you’re sheathed inside of him
whatever preconceived notions he had about anal beforehand completely dissipate from his mind
it’s so hot and long and thick. he feels so full, so connected with you. it feels right
he drags his nails down your back in encouragement, pulling you down until you’re laying chest to chest with him, bare skin against bare skin
Bruce kisses you passionately once you’re close enough, making soft sounds against your mouth as your hips slowly begin rolling, stirring up his insides
he raises his hips to meet your movements, dragging one of his legs up, his knee draped over your hip, pulling you impossibly closer
you lick into his mouth as you begin a slow, even pace, your fingers digging into the skin of his waist as the slap of your bodies meeting fills his bedroom
it’s obscene, and Bruce doesn’t think he’s ever felt so good before in his life
he scratches along your shoulder blades, his quiet moans and hisses increasing in volume, even as he breaks your kiss and bites his own lip to keep quiet
“does it feel that good?” you murmur, smiling softly as he averts your eyes. “let me see if I can find it…”
he tunes you out, too preoccupied by staving off his own premature orgasm to pay your words any mind. his cock leaks where it’s trapped between both of your stomachs, flushed red and aching
suddenly, you dig your fingers into his hips and raise them, folding his sturdy, flexible body almost in half, his knees nearly touching the mattress
the moment you change his position, your cock bumps against a spot inside of him that makes him see stars. he shouts, grasping at the bedsheets as you hit his prostate with every thrust
his jaw goes slack, his toes curling, legs still sticking up in the air as the pleasure quickly overwhelms him. he babbles, drool dripping down his chin as he shakes his head, trying to protest, to save his dignity
but he can’t. it just feels too good
Bruce tosses his head back with a loud moan as he comes untouched, milky ropes of come spraying between your stomachs as tears wet his eyes
he cries shamelessly when you don’t immediately pull out, squirming beneath you in an effort to break free as you just keep thrusting, hitting his throbbing prostate again and again like he didn’t just reach orgasm
he sobs, trying to hide his face in the pillow beneath his head as hot tears roll down his cheeks
finally, your hips still, your cock pulsing deep inside of him as you fill him. he chokes on a moan as you release your grip on his legs, immediately wrapping them around your waist to keep you close
he feels your lips on his cheeks, refusing to open his eyes as he’s cradled in your arms
if he knew it would feel so good, he would’ve asked you to fuck him months ago
Clark is relatively new to relationships. sure, he had a few girlfriends back in Kansas, but none of them were serious, and he had been so young and naive then
this relationship with you is so new and exciting. he has butterflies every date you take him on, spends hours getting ready before he sees you, desperate to impress you
if he knew dating a man would feel this good, he would’ve tried it years ago
but, in the small town he grew up in, he knew it wasn’t safe, even though his parents approved. being in Metropolis, loving the city, loving the people, makes things so much easier
Clark is touch starved from the moment you meet him, holding your hand, your arm, hugging you, resting his head on your shoulder. he does anything and everything he can get away with without you “catching on”
of course, you catch on immediately
he’s beyond relieved when, instead of rejecting him, you ask him out on a date. a real, proper date, just the two of you. he’s giddy the entire day
you kiss him outside of the restaurant when the date is over, and he swoons
when you make out with him for the first time, he’s so worked up he almost begs you to have sex with him right then and there. and it’s only the fourth date. but he manages to keep his mouth shut, ashamed
when you reach the one month mark of your relationship, it’s clear you’re both ready for sex. he’s so pent up, so desperate for it, and you can’t resist him any longer
but, before he meets with you at a restaurant for your one month anniversary date, he decides that he needs to be ready to have sex. physically
he’s never done anything like this before. the prep takes an hour total, taking his time showering, shaving, douching - the works! he wants your first time together to be perfect!
he fingers himself, wet and messy, using too much lube in hopes that by the time you do fuck him, he’ll still be wet
the plug he slides into his pink, fluttering hole is nothing fancy. simple and sleek, still warm from the boil wash he gave it in advance
and, finally, he steps into a pair of baby blue boxers. he wants this to go over well, and you have mentioned liking the colour on him before. he can’t afford fancy lingerie, and he doesn’t want to scare you off, but he wants to be appealing for you!
on the date, sitting in the booth, listening to you talk about work, he can’t sit still. he squirms, clenching around the plug inside of him as it just barely grazes his prostate, adjusting his position so the pleasure isn’t as intense
you notice. it’s impossible not to. but you eat slowly and continue chattering mindlessly, waiting patiently for him to break
it only takes fifteen minutes
he reaches out and holds your hand underneath the table, his brows pinched, jaw tense
“I really want to have sex with you tonight.” he says bluntly, leaving no room for interpretation. “please.”
he is so cute when he begs
the moment you’re both in your apartment, the door locked behind you, you ravish him
his pale throat is turned purple in minutes, moaning low and sweet, grasping at your shoulders as you mark your territory
you grind against him, his arousal matching your own, hips rocking desperately as your cocks kiss through the layers of clothing
“please fuck me.” he begs without being asked to, permanently obedient, craving your touch and approval
you comply, licking into his mouth as you strip him down. his shirt and slacks are tossed aside carelessly, your impatience growing more obvious as Clark writhes against you, wanting
and you see them
baby blue boxers, a wet navy patch where the head of Clark’s cock rests, dirtying the fabric
you pull the waistband down and his shaft springs free, smacking against his own stomach, hard and weeping. it’s shockingly big, impressive and ultimately useless
he isn’t going to be using it on anyone ever again
you kneel down to pull his boxers down his legs and toss them aside, spreading his thighs apart until you can see the metal flared base of the plug inside of him
he whines, embarrassed, and you grasp it tightly, tugging the toy out of his hole until it’s empty and gaping, glossy, pink and perfect
the moment you stand and begin undressing, he goes quiet, his legs trembling with nerves and excitement. he’s been waiting for this for so long now. he can’t believe this is really happening
your hard cock bounces free as your clothes add to the growing pile on the floor, and his insides ache. he’s so happy that nothing feels real anymore
you grab Clark by his waist and pull him into your bedroom, his movements stiff and tense as reality slowly begins sinking in
you lay him on the bed - your bed - and he parts his legs in submission. he needs this, even though he’s nervous. he wants you
he bites his lip as the bulbous head presses against him, pushing inside with little resistance. he hears the quiet, undeniably wet squelch as you press inside, and moans in satisfaction
your cock fills him perfectly, stretching him just right, pressing inside just deep enough to grind against his prostate. it feels so good, he can hardly breathe
“Clark.” you hiss, your teeth bared as you press inside to the hilt. “you’re so tight.”
he moans outright, satisfied as you begin to thrust slow and deep, his strong hands roaming along your back, feeling the dips of your shoulder blades and committing them to memory
he never wants to forget this
his cock is leaking against his stomach like a fountain, harder than he’s ever been in his entire life, and his shaft has been completely neglected up until this point. the pleasure is electrifying
but, as you begin speeding up your thrusts, he knows he won’t last. he can’t, not when he’s been craving this so desperately
he trembles beneath you as he comes completely untouched, his prostate throbbing as you continue to thrust into him, his toes curling
his jaw goes slack as he feels you begin pulsing inside of him, the clapping of your bodies meeting growing louder, increasing the tempo. his muscles constrict, squeezing your cock like a vice
“I’m close now, Clark. loosen up a bit.” you grunt, attempting to pull out
he doesn’t let you
“come inside.” he mutters, his blue eyes hazy with lust, impossible to resist. “please come in me. please.”
and you do
your hips still as you thrust into him a final time, your heavy balls pressed against him as they clench and empty into Clark, the relief palpable
he bites his lip, savouring the sensation of being full as every thick, creamy rope spills deep inside of him
Hector removing the grate on one of the vents in the house and sticking his legs out of it like he’s stuck, nervous and panting as he offers up his cunt to his favourite person <3
Omg do you mean like...... In those anime illustrations. Like when they're stuck to a wall LOL...
(AMAB player, AFAB Hector)
It's kind of funny. You wondered where Hector actually saw what he was imitating...? You don't mind. You don't mind at all.
"A-Ah! S-silly me. Seems I've got stuck! Um...any help l-love?"
You caress his behind, spreading his cheeks apart so you can take a look at his beautiful hole and cunt, dripping already.
He whines under your touch, you can feel him sweating, as he moves his legs nervously. The heat on the house increases.
" How did you...get yourself in this situation? Seems rather difficult."
One of your fingers gently caresses the entrance of his vagina, you spread it, looking at the cute hole twitch and leak its wetness.
You feel Hector audibly gulp as he tenses on your grasp.
" O-oh! I-" He tries to recollect himself, giving deep breaths, although feeling your hand so close to his wetness makes it hard to think. It just worsens when you start doing circular motions on his hole, applying slight pressure, enough to tease, not enough to penetrate.
"Oh please-please-please-"
"Hmmm. I'm starting to think this wasn't an accident."
You press, less than half your finger inside him, you pump the digit slowly.
He presses his legs. He knows it's not enough at all but anything you give to him is a blessing.
"N-not an accident nghhh!!"
More of your finger gets inside until it's all the way in, you move it masterfully, making Hector whine with just a single digit.
"Oh...? What did you want me to do to you?"
"Please...fill me up love until I can't breathe- ah! U-until I can only t-think of you-- please!"
You pet his cute butt which earns you a weird noise, cute nonetheless. You insert a second finger and move, you're being cruel, you just love hearing the man fall apart on your fingers.
Moans are muffled by his hands, which he quickly puts to its sides when you tell him you wanna hear him. He moans, thrusting alongside your fingers as best as he can.
He's a wet mess. Dribbling all over the floor. You don't mind.
You remove your fingers and he whimpers sadly, clenching on nothing.
But quickly your fingers are replaced by your mouth, which starts working its magic. You lick the wetness, savouring the sweet liquid, as you tongue his entrance. Your tongue swipes up and down, making sure to play with his clit enough to make him go crazy.
"A-Ah that's! F-fuck!"
You can feel him getting close, rapidly so. You wish to enter him, give him something to remember... but you want him yearning for more.
Your movements hasten, and then he screams, you feel his cunt closing and opening up wildly, as his body spasms. You caress his behind saying words of encouragement as he rides his high.
It takes him a few minutes, but he calms down enough to say words.
"T-thank you love..."
You are sure he was expecting something else. He can't exactly look at you, so you take the chance to take off your pants and position yourself at his entrance.
If you could read his thoughts it would be a string of yeses and pleases. He only gulps, opening himself up to you.
When you enter him he curses, and then immediately apologizes. You reassure him it's okay, and that you don't mind if he does. You go deeper, and he can only sigh, pressing his head down on the vents.
You begin to thrust, you would've gone soft on him but you know what he wants right now, he wants to remember this. You can feel the sound of your thighs and balls slapping against his ass and he moans loudly and sensually.
"Let me hear your beautiful voice Hector..."
The faster you go the more he whimpers and sobs, his cunt opens up to you expertly and willingly, it latches onto you trying to remember exactly how every part of your cock looks and feels.
At the pace that you're going you won't last long, and you can hear Hector getting increasingly loud, cursing out now that you've let him.
Your seed spills inside of him, painting the insides a white color. It's warm he thinks, so fucking warm, and then he blacks out, coming the strongest he has ever.
You begin to worry, until he starts to moan again, soft moans.
"Are you okay?"
He tries to gather himself, although he's out of breath.
"Y-yes! Hah.... I'm so sorry that was embarrassing...I'll try to control myself better..."
"No no it's okay! I liked it...it was hot."
You can feel him blush. You kiss his behind and he twitches.
"A-ah... what did I do to deserve someone like you...?"
Overstimulating volt and Eddie is not as difficult as it seems. Because they share body sensations, fucking one of them is like fucking the other at the same time. They try really hard not to make it look like something is going on when that happens, especially when there's clients... But it's a bit difficult when you can feel yourself stretched out, cock hitting every right spot to make you tumble and have to hold yourself against a wall. They can feel the other getting close to cumming, and their own pussy just gets wetter and wetter, underwear feeling very uncomfortable.
When the other cums, they have full body spasms, the other objects worried ask if they're okay, but it takes a bit for the other to catch their breath.
That's it if you stay put. But you don't.
Volt feels the warmth inside his body, his legs and pussy twitching, clit hard brushing against his boxers.
He brushes his hair from his sweaty face. And tries giving his most confident look, which is a bit difficult with a flushed face, a twitching eye and the constant feeling of his vagina being stretched by a cock.
"I assure you I am fine. I- ngh will be closing soon. Let me escort you to the exit, a-alright?"
The worried objects leave the breaker box. Once he closed the door he slowly loses his step, ending on the floor, legs pressing down together , hands pressing down on his stomach , where he can feel a slight bump from how Eddie is being stretched. He whines pathetically against the floor, Eddie is quickly getting overstimulated and he feels it in every part of his body. He feels feverish almost, panting trying to calm himself but the effort being in vain.
He can feel his clit being played with.
"A-Aah!! Live-Livewire-"
He feels it coming fast, the knot in his stomach growing bigger, his legs start to spasm violently, his arms now to the side of his face and his back arching painfully. His cunt closes and opens on a cock that it's not there, then it happens.
He comes, violently, his insides twitch uncontrollably, tears roll down his eyes, as they cloud. He resembles a dog in heat, panting loudly as whines escape his throat. He can feel the drool pooling on the floor. He doesn't have the strength to move from where he is, he knows that if he tries to stand up he will fall again. So he just stays on the floor, trying to collect at least a bit of sanity.
You don't listen to him. You can't listen to him. You wouldn't have listened to him anyway. He doesn't want to know the state in which Eddie is in, considering the way he feels right now without having even gotten touched.
The lights have been violently flickering. He moans, both in pain and in pleasure. He wants kisses damn it. Tell him you love him while you destroy his insides. He needs to get where you and Eddie are.
༄ Hector is happily taking his time, two fingers deep inside of you as you lay together on your bed, his head resting on your shoulder so he can watch your expression as he croons his fingers just right, the ecstasy you feel spreading to him
༄ he just can’t help himself. he rocks his hips forward, breathing heavily as his erection drags across your thigh, the friction filling him with sweet relief
༄ unconsciously, he speeds up his fingers, biting his lip to stifle his own noises so he can listen to you, focusing on your pleasure so he can seek his own. his cock throbs and leaks onto your skin, leaving a sticky wet trail as he rolls his hips back and forth
༄ he doesn’t last long, he can’t. You’re utter perfection, brows pinched together as you moan so sweetly, all because of him. he curses under his breath, trailing off into a high pitched whine as he comes, painting your leg white
༄ despite his trembling, his fingers never still, working you up to your own orgasm and through it as he watches you through hazy, tired eyes. he’s flushed bright red now, out of breath and horribly embarrassed by his early orgasm, but he works through it
༄ Hector leaves quickly to grab a washcloth and wipe you clean, not wanting you to be uncomfortable after you’ve just given him the best orgasm of his life. he cuddles with you after, face to face so he can whisper sweet nothings to you until you fall asleep
Hector definitely whimpers and yet he talks you through it at the same time, he's the kind of person to be gentle with you making sure you feel wanted, feeling needy, and feeling loved. I imagine that he 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 good with his hands been tender as he explore you're body; hitting the 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 spots for you Hector is a sweet talker whispering sweet things in you're ear taking his time with you.
WAAAAGHHH I NEED MORE PREVERT STALKER HECTOR CONTENT I absolutely respect everyone who makes him a sweetheart bc he is but I also love his weird freaky strange fucked side too
I AGREE I AGREE I AGREE!!! I love that he’s a romantic, but he’s also a huge pervert!!! I love that the HVAC vents are in almost every room as well, meaning he can and certainly has been watching the player in every vulnerable moment
I think my favourite thing about him is that he’s SO obsessed with the player, he fantasises about them constantly, writes about them, WANTS to be with them, but doesn’t expect his love to be reciprocated at all
He’s more than happy to just BE a stalker, be useful and watch his favourite person in secret, forever. He doesn’t expect to be found attractive, or to be allowed to touch them, he just wants to watch. That is SO hot!!!
I want reader to convince Hector to let them care for him instead in the bedroom tonight and it's basically a mix of body worship and general praise while jerking him off
Hector x GN!Reader, word count: 1.4k
ooooooooh ok i had to write this, he was living in my brain and skittering around in my pipes up there!! i've not finished his storyline yet, so no spoilers for me please!! but i know regardless of what happens next, he deserves a bit of praise and pleasure >:3c
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: a lot of praise for this boy, body worshipping, masturbation/handjobs, tiny bit of hair pulling, pre-ejac, little bit of yandere dialogue because it's hector...
"You told me you couldn't relax for yourself, so please, please let me help you. You need to learn to embrace your body. That way, I can embrace it too."
Hector's heart skipped a beat at the emphasis on your pleading, and he found himself unable to catch his breath in enough time to respond. Instead, he let himself be pushed back towards the bed in your room, sinking down into it as the back of his legs hit the edge.
"Good boy, Hector. This is the first step to changing how you see yourself. Let me show you how I see you."
The bed shifted as you sat down next to him, hand on his chest as you gently pushed him backwards, waiting until he was laying down, his dark curls resting on the pillows, before you began to stroke your fingers through his hair, twirling the locks around your fingers and hoping to soothe him. But he was still nervous, enough that he began to tug at your sheets, trying to hide himself with them out of his instinctual urge to conceal the things that he disliked so much.
"No, no. Don't cover yourself up. I want to see all of you."
"Are you sure? I still find it so hard to believe that someone as magnificent as yourself would be interested in any aspect of me."
"Really? When you're so handsome, and so sexy. I'm almost angry that you'd hide yourself away for so long, Hector. Seems wrong to keep this a secret."
It was all he could do to keep his smile from widening, but he'd warmed up to you so quickly that it was impossible to hide himself from you. And you were determined to keep things moving in that direction, so positive reinforcement was required. Luckily, you knew now how he worked, and you were able to pull the sheets away, uncovering his body and noting the slight tenting of his cock underneath his clothes. It was distracting, but not more so than his satisfied grin.
"Such a sweet smile, it makes your eyes light up. Your cheeks are so warm, so cute. And your lips, so soft... so welcoming."
"Only for you..."
Each milimetre of the tiny distance between you was tension filled and wrought with a dire need that was immediately turned to passionate satisfaction once the kiss begun. Hector was content to lay back and let you take over, offering no resistance as you deepend the kiss, and even less when your hands began to travel down his front and to the stirring below his waist. Your fingers teased below the material, skimming over the skin above his erection, feeling the contrasted texture of his thick, black pubic hair. And as the kiss broke off, Hector struggling to catch his breath, you let your lips follow his soft jaw line to his neck, your pecks and the gentle nips of your teeth interspersed with words that amounted to yet more compliments.
"I know you've felt so comfortable behind the security of the grate, but I need you, Hector. More than you could imagine, more than I think you're willing to accept. But I can show you. Let me heat you up for a change, I want to see your skin flushing, that sparkle in your eyes."
His cock was freed now, and it protruded into the air as you wrapped your fingers around the length. Average, but thick, and just a few shades darker than his perfectly clear skin. You leaned your head against him, angling your view to watch the way your hand fit so perfectly around his length. Hector shuddered, stuttering out something, but you assuaged whatever concerns he was fabricating.
"You've given me so much, all of those years, unappreciated. Now I want to pay you back, it's only right."
Your gentle strokes firmed up, quicker movements as your determination took over. You wanted him to be happy, to see him satisfied, relieved, and to at least offer him something physical in the way of evidence of your attraction to him. With your tempo set, you kept up the motions, noting that Hector's hips began to shift, pushing his cock upwards into your fist as his body squirmed slightly against the mattress.
"I'm... This is... Wow..."
With a giggle, you whispered against his skin, still loud enough that he could hear you past his own hushed whimpers.
"That sense of contentment? Of pure joy? you deserve that. You work so hard to make me happy, and I think you deserve the same back ten-fold."
"I live to please you. I ask for nothing in return. Your pleasure is just as ah... ah..."
Your other hand reached for his balls, cupping them before gently squeezing.
"All of that time you spent watching me, I think it's fair that I get to see you as you reach complete ecstacy, too, no?"
As Hector let out a sigh of relief, his body giving in finally to the looming and certain orgasm that was beginning to wash over him. A little coaxing was all it would take to get him to finally let go of the last of his tensions.
"All that stress, the nerves, your worries and concerns about how I'll perceive you? I'm going to make them all... go... away."
It sounded like a stifled groan, a strangled sound that he was trying to cover up. And you weren't having that.
"I want to hear your sweet voice, Hector. Your moans, your sighs, your screams."
Hector's stomach was tensing, the slight hint of muscles below the softness of his stomach as he clenched in response to his quickening climax. Each stroke of your fist down the shaft of his cock had him quivering, and you relished in the view of his body that you had from this perfect position. One of his hands rested in your hair, occasionally gripping at the root as he became overwhelmed with arousal. Even without the firm placement of his palm against you, there was no way you would have lifted your head from his chest. From there you could see your own hand working, pumping at his twitching cock, his precum leaking, dribbling from his head down to the visible frenulum as you pulled back his foreskin with your movements. And as you watched his body react to your stimulation, you could hear his heart beat thudding in his chest against your ear.
You were worried for a moment when his gentle whining turned into a sharp shriek, concerned that in your distractions you might have become to firm or too quick. But as you felt the warm, yet quickly cooling, liquid begin to drip over your fingers, you understood.
"Ah... I, I've ruined it. A moment so perfect, so pure. I'm so sorry. Faced with your charitable gesture, the idea that you would be so willing to help me seek the same satisfaction as I've helped you with so many times... Well, my excitement got the better of me. Yet another reason that you could do far better in-"
"Did it feel good?"
He paused his nerve driven rambling, all desire to self-flagellate superceded by his need to offer you an answer when one was asked of him.
"Of course! It was marvellous. For all that I've dreamt of how your hands might feel on my body, it was better than I ever could have guessed."
When it seemed as though he might start apologising again for something that in truth you found flattering, quite endearing to his adorably desperate nature, you placed a finger on his lips and hushed him.
"Then there's nothing to apologise for, Hector. We both got what we wanted."
You lay your head next to his on your pillow, watching his eyes scan the room, as if he were looking for the final bit of confidence to say what he said next.
"In that case... perhaps it wouldn't be too much to ask if I could lay here a while longer. I could warm you in a more manual manner than either of us are accustomed to."
Hector lifted his arm, offering you the space between that and his chest, and you willingly dove into it, wrapping your arms around his body and settling in with a sigh.
I saw a while ago something that said being dominant is not the same as being a top, and GOD it did things to my brain chemistry. So this mixed with my belief Astarion would be quiet in bed once he's comfortable and neglect to focus on his own wants/needs
SMUT BELOW THE CUT
Warnings: swearing, dacryphilia/crying, dom/sub, collars, gagging, not being able to breathe (for a moment), anal sex, face-fucking, references to punishment
Word Count: 1,276
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The chain trailing from the collar around your neck to Astarion's tight fist rattled with every little motion. The sound would have been annoying if it weren't harmonizing with the wet slap of skin.
You kept your hands safely constrained, arms folded behind your back, nails pressing into your skin. You'd tried touching him once already; your cock still weeped from the torture of waiting. Your tears and quiet whimpers were music to Astarion's pointed ears, but the sight of you so drunk on his orders was truly something special.
"Slower," he ordered. You whined, but obeyed. You gasped as you forced your hips to pull out maddeningly slowly, until the flushed tip of your sensitive cock nearly slipped out. With the slightest tug at your chain, you thrust just as slowly back inside. "Good boy."
Astarion smirked at the visible reaction his words had on you. The chill that chased goosebumps down your body, the swallow to fight back your moans, the beautiful way your chest and stomach rose and fell with each hot breath. To say nothing about the feeling of your cock twitching within him, or the pitter-patter of your heart.
You were not dominant, that much had been clear to the vampire practically from the moment he laid eyes on you. Two hundred years gave one a sense for these things. He relished in fucking you face down into the dirt or settling your legs over his shoulders as he ruined you. But this? This was pure ecstasy. Being fucked by a pet who answered to his every command - now that was something.
"Are you close, pet?" he purred sweetly. You nodded with an acute franticness. He tugged at your chain, dragging your face closer, forcing your wet eyes on him as you keened so deliciously. "Use your words."
Like the pitiful whine of an injured dog, you cried, "Yes."
Even through your tears you could see the gears turning in his head as he decided whether to end your suffering or see just how much more you could fall apart. With a hum, he eased up on your chain, allowing you to sit back up on your knees. "Go ahead then. Cum for me, my dear."
He groaned as you set a frenzied pace. Fast, deep thrusts that tuned him into his own body, making him realize how much your own punishments and obeying had affected him.
You panted as you chased your high. It was right there, within reach. You could feel it coming up on you like a runaway carriage. You fought through the building euphoria to look at your lover. His head was tilted back into the pillow, mouth open and eyes shut as he lost himself to your own desperation. His cock lay heavy on his stomach, bouncing with each thrust and glistening as precum dripped onto his pale skin.
But the most maddening thing of all, the sight that sent you careening over the edge, was watching your dick fuck into him. You cock disappearing into his asshole as it clenched around you, pushing so fucking deep inside. Your breath caught in your throat, your thrusts became short. With his name on your lips, you buried yourself as deep as you could and released. Your cock twitched and strained as you spilled hot strings of cum inside Astarion.
He bit his lip, back arching. When you pulled your soft cock out of him, still dribbling cum, he growled quietly with frustration. He had not found his release. No matter - he was no stranger to finish himself off later. He would just-
"Ah~!" His eyes shoot open and nearly roll back in his skull as he watches you suck at the head of his dick. Your eyes are closed. Your hand guides him to your mouth, squeezing and stroking him in small, slow motions.
He props himself up on one hand, the one holding the chain, and tangles the other in your hair. "Good boy," he mutters, far too focused on your tongue licking at his slit to try sounding in any way dignified.
You bob your head, hollowing your cheeks as you slowly work more and more of him into your mouth. Your teeth graze his skin, like a silent threat. He wonders for a brief second if that is how you feel when he bites you; the trust that he will not drain you dry with the thrill that he could nonetheless.
"Fuck," he breathes sharply as his tip prods the back of your throat. He grips tighter at your hair, holding you in place, your nose pressing against his abdomen. He can feel the shaky breaths you take, struggling around his cock.
He lifts your head back up, almost pulling you off. Even now, you are so obedient. All the power is in his hands. It's addicting.
As you suck languidly at the head of his cock, you open your eyes to look up at him. Your pupils are dilated, lids drooped ever so slightly. Drool slips from the corner of your mouth, down your chin. Your cheeks shimmer with nearly-dried tears.
"So beautiful." He sighs as he guides you back down on him, groaning as you swallow around him. "Fuck. Such a good pet."
Your eyes shut again as you allowed yourself to be fully controlled. It started out rather slow, never pushing too far. All too quickly, it devolved while he chased his release.
He could not guide your head fast enough. With a string of curses you couldn't understand, he fell back onto the bed and grabbed your head with both hands. He held you steady as he thrust up, cock rutting against the back of your throat. You gagged and fought to breathe through your nose, but you did not stop him. More tears pooled in your eyes as your lungs ached.
With a few final, harsh thrusts and the sweet whisper of your name, hot cum filled your mouth. You clutched at the bed as you struggled to swallow it all. You aren't sure if he noticed your struggle, or if he'd only done it for his sake, but he pulled you off of him before he was fully finished, spilling the last of his seed on his stomach.
You breathed greedily through your nose as you swallowed the last of his cum, opening up your mouth and showing off the flat of your tongue to prove it.
His cool hands gently released your hair and worked instead to brush the tears and spit off your face. You tiredly leaned into the touch, welcoming every soft caress.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, worriedly.
You nodded slightly. Your throat ached, your hair stung where he'd pulled on it, your body was exhausted, but you were no worse for wear. You cleared your throat with a wince and murmured, "Just gotta breathe."
He brushed his thumbs over your eyelashes. "I'll try not to get so carried away next time.” He tsked. “You mortals are so fragile."
You smiled and finally opened your eyes. He grinned. Your body complained as you sat yourself back up, shivering as the cold chain brushed your skin. Astarion followed you up and worked quickly and efficiently to remove the leather collar. He set it aside in favor of brushing his lips over the raw skin.
"You did so well," he hummed. Your head fell to the side automatically, allowing him more access. As tempting as it was, you were drained enough without him taking a sip. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your jaw and pulled away. "Come on, dear. Let's get you cleaned up."
Head empty, only thinking about my fav’s creaming on my fingers.
It was such a nice way to get him all horny and messy for you in public, without too many risks. All you had to do was sneak your hand past his waistband, down that soft ass and inside his underwear. Next thing on the list was to tease that pretty boy and watch him stutter during an important conversation. His nails dug into his palms, face heating up as he fake coughs, trying to cover up his gasps as he excuses himself. Glaring at you but not slapping your hand away~
Or in some random bathroom stall! Make him bend over with his hands on the door as you fuck him on your fingers, purring at him to stay quiet if he doesn’t want to get caught. Calling him a dirty pervert when he fails and moans out loud. You say that, but you are obviously the one who wants to get exposed! Just to see him cry out of humiliation… even so he can’t stop begging for more while pushing his hips back ♥︎
Though it wasn’t only fun in public. It was also a spectacle when he’d straddle your lap, arms wrapped around your neck in a deadly grip. Those kiss-swollen lips right next to your ear while he whimpered for you to fuck him harder, to please put it in. Teary eyes with a dazed look as you made him cum the third time that day with only your fingers. Mocking him for being such a needy whore, creaming all~ over himself like some virgin. How much longer were you going to overstimulate him?
Maybe if you are feeling extra mean, you’d make him finger himself on your shared bed. Sitting in front of him and watching as you gave him commandos. Telling him to spread his legs more, to push another finger inside, or to beg more lewdly. At first he was so shy, so hesitant to show you all these embarrassing parts. Yet after some time he couldn’t think of anything else but the heat in his core, the need to be filled and fucked until he forgets his name ♡♡～
Wet squelching sounds echoing through the room as his whined out prayers reached your ears, hearts in his pupils and fingers knuckles deep inside his abused hole. He felt so tired, his eyelids so heavy, as if he was on the verge of passing out. A melting expressing plastering his blushing face, with glossy eyes and shiny tears. His body was trashing around, squirming and shaking with pure desire. And that useless dick was squirting with his precum. At the same time, he was begging you with such a sweet and debased voice. Pleading for your dick, and for you to absolutely wreck his insides.
“Please, plea~se..! Hnnghhh, I need you so bad, so- ahh♥︎ so fucking bad…! Ngh, f-fuck me, ruin me ♡♥︎♡”
