i feel like u could do wonders with the scenario of clark kent giving your clit a rub to calm down while he’s driving his truck around
in reference to this … ♡
his brows are furrowed as he listens, sympathy etched all over his expression as you rant, being a little bitchier than was due for the situation as he drives the two of you to your destination.
“—and chloe’s just gonna be pressing me for information on what happened because that’s what she does n’i don’t wanna deal with that tonight. i don’t even wanna go.” you huff, folding your arms stubbornly warranting a glance over from your very patient boyfriend.
“hey don’t say that, you’ve been super excited for this… and chloe’s not gonna bother you about last week. i already talked to her.” he explains calmly, focusing in on the road. you flop back into your seat, head snapping towards him.
“oh, so now your friends are gonna think i’m your nagging girlfriend. great.” you’re full on pouting now, and as the light turns red clark sighs, resting an arm on the steering wheel and tilting his head with a pleading look.
“baby, don’t you think you’re getting a little worked up? no one thinks that, believe it or not i am friends with some pretty understanding people. just try and relax, once we’re there i’m sure you’ll have a great time.” you’re not sure why you persist in resisting him when his voice is just so soothing and grounding, but you’re feeling particularly bratty so you put your foot down, line between your brows deepening.
“and if i don’t?” you challenge and he grins, sitting back in his seat as the light turns green.
“then you can hang onto my arm the whole night, only talk to me and have a horrible time. did i mention i’m terrible at small talk?” he jests, but you’re not in the mood for it, letting out a loud and deliberate sigh. “no? don’t tell me i’m on a joke ban tonight.”
his continuation of theatrics makes you irate, and not because he wasn’t funny but because you were determined to be in this mood after such a long and tiring week, but he was making it so hard to lash out. he was just so damn loveable.
“you’re not funny clark, seriously i’ve had a terrible week and — and everything is just getting on my last nerve and —” as you rant, shrill and displeased, clark continues to drive, nodding in understanding with that same patient expression — except now he’s reaching over and un-popping the button on your mini-skirt without looking, pulling down the zipper.
you know exactly what he’s up to, but you continue to throw your miniature tantrum as he stuffs his huge hand into your panties, swiping through your folds to find your clit. your breath catches as you bitch away, and for the first time you stumble just slightly over your words, heat rushing to your face.
“mhm?” clark coos with now faux sympathy, not missing a beat as he strokes the familiar pearl. you spread your legs wider to accommodate the sheer size of his hand, a bodily response that you succumbed to without thought despite your best efforts.
“—‘nd — you— you shouldn’t have — have said what you — uhm— you shouldn’t have told — mmph—” you lose yourself to it, eventually giving in as your head lulls, eyes fluttering closed as you let clark rub your clit in soothing circles, making that pleasured fire pit in your stomach grow and your arousal purr for him.
“i know. had a big week, baby. just calm down now, okay?” he speaks quietly as to not break the supposed trance he had you under, smiling to himself when he feels you bucking your hips into his hand.
do you have any thoughts on nympho!gf with rafe to share with the class (me. just me)
okay indy and just indy, here’s my take. (we are talking like, fanfic definition of nympho and not the real, life ruining version — ofc. we like to keep it light over here.)
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he’s kind of smug when he first gets together with you, all frat like and imposing on your sweet and demure self. he thinks, there’s no way on earth this chick fucks — i’m gonna have to break her in.
and hey, maybe rafe’s dick is just that good — because as soon as you get used to taking him, he notices a shift in your personality. a hunger in your eyes that borders on deranged. you started to need it all the time.
you’d played tricks on him, texting him when he’s at the golf club telling him to come home asap and that it was an emergency, only to race home and find you all upset because, and he quotes, your ‘pussy was aching and you need help’. the frustration this caused only made him fuck you harder and worsen your obsession.
no amount of sit down talks could abstain you, just a glossy, dazed gaze when he tries to be stern with you and tell you off. the “you need to learn to keep your god damn hands to your self. understand me? i’m — i’m out here doing real grown up business, and you’re distracting me just for some dick. behave, i mean it.” only arousing you further.
it was great at times, he’ll admit — that glossy, aching hole always ready and available to work his frustrations out on after a long day. but he could pound that cunt through the night, and still wake up to you tearfully slobbering on it in the morning, or even riding him into the bed as he drowsily wakes up and groans. nothing was enough.
as he aged and matured, he started to find ways to get a hold of you. doing his best to totally ignore you, typing away at his computer in his office as you finger yourself on the couch. “see that? sometimes you have to do shit for yourself, kid. gotta use that brain sometimes, don’t you?” he glances at you, eyes briefly lingering on the way your pretty pussy shines under the glow of his lamp.
in public you’re harder to manage, making bold moves like grabbing his shaft through his pants when he’s mid conversation with topper, or interjecting to loudly ask him to fuck you. he’s quick to lean down to your ear and whisper through gritted teeth. “shit, you better sit on your hands. am i gonna have to put a padlock on your panties or something? jesus. you grab my dick one more time and i’ll give you the public spectacle you clearly want so fuckin’ bad. slap you round that needy face. you want that? no? shut up then, a’ight?”
Partial inspiration from this original post! Credit for the Coworker!Indy AU goes to @hanasnx!
Notes
MDNI, Coworker!Indy, smoking, shotgunning, neck-grabbing, size difference, kissing, nicknames used for reader (kid, pretty girl, princess), author doesn't smoke so please forgive any inaccuracies ♡
You’d never smoked a day in your life. The closest you’d ever gotten was during family barbecues in the summer, when your father tossed burger patties on the grill. The smell of sizzling meat and that thick charred scent would curl beneath your nose.
And so, on your first day when Indy offered you a cigarette during your afternoon break, you immediately balked and shook your head. You didn’t know him yet, so the paranoid part of you wondered if it was some sort of test for new hires.
You eventually discovered that it wasn’t. He always took a smoke break, whether it was just outside the back entrance during a slow morning, or if it was after hours while he leaned against his car before he drove home for the day. He offered to share a few more times. He eventually stopped asking when you kept saying no.
You’d been relieved at first, but as you got to know him better, you found that you wished he hadn’t stopped. You weren’t sure when that had happened. Maybe it had something to do with catching yourself staring at his long, veiny hands too many times. Or the way his aquiline nose tilted as he cocked his head. Or the way half his mouth would raise ever so slightly when he was trying to hold back a full smile.
It was after another monotonous day at work that you saw him at his car again. The end of the cigarette glowed extra bright, reflecting on his silver rings.
“Hey, kid,” he greeted.
“Hi,” you replied, adjusting your grip on your bag. The straps dug into your shoulder. Instead of moving toward your car, you lingered there.
Indy’s eyes flicked over your figure imperceptibly. “You need something, or…?”
Yes. No. I don’t know.
“Why don’t you offer me cigarettes anymore?” you found yourself asking. A soft blush bloomed across your cheeks, but you stood your ground.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Thought it was obvious. Didn’t want to pressure you if it’s not your thing.”
Your gaze followed his long fingers as he lifted the cigarette to his mouth again. “I wouldn’t know.” His brow knit ever so slightly, so you explained, “I’ve never smoked before.”
Indy exhaled. Smoke escaped from between his lips, curling above his head. He kept his eyes locked with yours. “That so?”
“Mhm.”
“Maybe someone needs to teach you, then.”
A gentle heat grew in your lower belly, not unlike the dim orange glow of the cigarette’s embers. You swallowed.
Indy watched you for a few heartbeats. When he spoke, his voice was a low murmur. “C’mere.”
You took a few steps closer on wobbly legs.
“I’m not going to bite, Jesus Christ.” Since you were in arm’s reach, Indy placed a large hand on your waist to position you directly in front of him, standing between his legs. You just barely managed to hold in your gasp.
You’d never been this close to him. In this light, his brown eyes were nearly black, like two pools of ink. You wanted them to keep looking at you until you were stained.
“Open.”
You blinked. You’d assumed he’d be passing the cigarette to you, but you supposed you were wrong…?
Despite your confusion, you parted your glossy pink lips for him anyway.
Indy lifted the cigarette to his own mouth.
A small v-shape appeared between your brows as they scrunched. “I thought you were going to—”
One of his hands reached up to keep your jaw pried open as he leaned forward to exhale into your mouth. You gasped.
Then abruptly started to cough. Staccato puffs of smoke left you with each hitch of your chest.
Indy’s smile glittered like poison. His palm drifted down to your neck and you froze.
“Again.” His voice was low. “This time, inhale deeper.”
After he took another drag, he leaned in.
This time his lips met yours. He squeezed the sides of your throat and angled your head how he wanted it, licking into your mouth, devouring you. A soft whimper left you to dance with the smoke in the air.
Your head spun. You needed to breathe, but you didn’t want air, you wanted this, this tangle of lip and teeth and that taste of him hiding beneath the cigarette smoke—
“Easy, princess,” he murmured, pulling away just so.
Your chest heaved. Hazy doe eyes glanced up to meet his. “Sorry.” The word was a whisper.
There was that half-smile on his face again. “Don’t be.” He released you and you stumbled back a little, trying to gather yourself. “I’ll see you tomorrow, pretty girl.”
You nodded. “See you tomorrow,” you echoed.
Heart in your throat, you walked to your car on shaky legs.
You made a mental note to ask for another lesson on tomorrow’s break.
A/N: I wanted to hurry and get some original writing up on this blog, so apologies if it feels a bit rushed. Still, I hope you all enjoyed! There will definitely be more to come in the future!
ur birthday being the date on the navi is such a great idea i love that so aesthetic. happy almost bday
thank you sm !! i have to say—your writing is fucking unparalleled, genuinely… after reading your naoya fic i had to literally put my phone down and collect myself because it sent me into the most extreme fit of lust.
fratboy!indy x reader | minors dni | happy b-day indy
summary: late at night, indy texts you. it’s ambiguous. he doesn’t say why. since you’re just friends, you don’t assume anything by it. but when you arrive at his frat house, things get really heavy really fast.
features: @hanasnx fanfiction, sexual content, dry humping, light choking, explicit language, friends to lovers?, emotional manipulation, slight dubious consent
Your phone vibrates once and then twice a minute later while you are washing your face. The first assumption is that your best friend is trying to convince you to go clubbing with her at the last minute because the baseball team was seen out. You’ll never understand her obsession with them. Just like she’ll never understand your obsession with Indy.
You’re just lucky that your types are polar opposite. Because everyone else seems to have eyes for him. Everyone. And of course, you understand. How could you not crush hard over him? He just has this... way about him that drives you crazy. You’re not even sure he does it intentionally.
After you dry your face and moisturize, you lean over and tap your phone screen. You nearly shriek when you see his name. And the message that reads: come over?
You curse yourself for taking off your pretty clothes and your makeup. Not that Indy ever minded you without makeup. But if you showed up like you look now, you worry he might not get the hint that you like him.
He’s never invited you to hang out this late before. Sometimes you’ll hang out late because your hangouts run overtime. But when you’re with him, you never want to leave. All you can do is hope that he might feel the same way too. The hours you’ve spent analyzing your friendship with Indy is humiliating. You pay attention to his Insta posts and Snap stories, noting where he is and who he’s with. At every frat party hosted by his fraternity, girls practically throw themselves at his feet, and you get jealous every time he flirts back. But to your knowledge it rarely progresses further than that. He has a few exes from his years at the school, but they’ve always spoken highly of him.
You suspect that they’re the ones who have spread rumors about what he can do under the sheets. It’s something that he keeps very private. You suppose a guy like him doesn’t need to brag about his conquests. Girls just know. And you’re drawn to the confidence he gives off.
But what started as you trying to hook up with him ended in you inevitably wanting something more. You’d love to be his girlfriend. And everyone says that he likes you a lot, everyone but him. He’s not so direct about his feelings with you.
There was one time at the movies he leaned in to whisper something in your ear, and you swore he was going to kiss you. To this day you have no clue what he told you. You were too anxious to pay attention to his words. The sensation of his breath against your skin was too much for you to handle.
The truth is... you might not be able to take it if he actually wants you. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. Having what you have wanted all along seems like something that only happens in the movies.
As you frantically reapply your makeup, he texts you again: why aren’t u in my bed rn
While that might seem like he’s texting you for sex, Indy has a special kind of humor that you understand. He’s really just saying that he misses you.
You type out a quick response: Promise im about to leave.
He just hearts the message.
You pick out your outfit, electing for a lulu tennis skirt and a cropped hoodie. The worst thing to do in this situation would be to overdress.
When you pull up to his frat house, you realize that you should have walked from your dorm. There’s a party going on, and parking is shit. You have to park from across the street in a big lot, empty this time of the day. His frat house is at the end of the row. It’s a long and annoying walk, but it’s worth it to spend time with him although you really weren’t in the mood for a party. You have an 8am class tomorrow (Friday).
Passing by, you spot his black Camaro in his parking space up front. You know it’s his from the dark-green stripe on the side. He teases you that he owns that color. He calls it Indy green.
The guys running security for the event immediately let you in when you come up to the door. You figure they must know who you are because you’re always here during the day. Actually, you were here this morning studying with Indy. He has a test tomorrow. Maybe he invited you over for a quick cram session. You should have brought your backpack.
People are crammed elbows to elbows in the little two-story. Outside too. Half of the campus must be here. You finally find a familiar face, one of the younger pledges, and you ask him where Indy is. He points upstairs. Maybe Indy wasn’t in the mood for a party. You’ll ask him later.
He lives in the first room after the staircase. He likes it because he only has one neighbor.
You knock first. A couple seconds later, he answers. Evanescence plays in the background softly. You think... it’s a song from Fallen, but you can’t be sure. Knowing him it probably is.
“Hi,” he says, leaning against the door frame. He makes it look small.
He waves you in. You notice his shiny black nails. He must have just painted them. You grab his hand as you enter and bring his fingers close to your eyes. He has model hands. His hands are decorated with thick and thin steel rings, silver and black. He curls his long fingers around yours.
“What’re you lookin’ at,” he laughs, an impish smirk spanning his lips.
“They’re pretty, Indy.” You want to shove them in your mouth.
He pulls you along to his bed, and you sit beside him. Running a hand through his dark hair, he looks down at you and stares. His eyes sparkle. Something is different in the way he’s looking at you. You hope he feels it too.
“Did you want to study?” you ask, testing the waters. It’s the path of least resistance to find out why he asked you over.
He snorts and flicks the side of your arm. “Tonight? On a Thursday?”
You nod. “Yeah? You have a test tomorrow.”
“We studied. I’ve got it. I’m not worried.” He narrows his eyes. “Is that why you thought I wanted you to come over?”
“Maybe.”
He looks away and clasps his hands on his lap or picks at the tears in his faded jeans. “You’re wrong.”
“Why did you—”
Indy cuts you off. “Cause I wanted to spend time with you. Got tired of that fucking party ‘cause it’s shit without you. The guys told me not to bring a date this time.” Indy lies down on his bed, situating himself with his head on the pillow. He turns his body to face you.
In the midnight sheets, his skin is ghostlike. Sometimes you wonder if he’s just a figment of your imagination. He’s too pretty to be real.
You lie down beside him. This isn’t uncommon. He likes to cuddle sometimes when he’s in the mood. The metal beads on his leather bracelet are cold on your stomach. He holds you close to his chest for a minute or two before turning on his back to reach for the tv remote.
“Wanna watch something?” he asks, switching the tv on.
You shrug. “I don’t care. Only if you do.”
“If... you don’t care,” he whispers.
You don’t need to look up to know what he’s watching. Almost every time you guys hang out like this, he watches Batman Beyond. Hasn’t he seen it at least four times at this point? Nevertheless, you enjoy watching it with him. It’s really the only time you’ve witnessed him completely geek out over something. He’ll pause the show to answer any question you have. The way he comes alive when he talks to you about the things he adores is so precious to you. Even though you’re very, very familiar with the characters now, you still act like you aren’t, just so you can ask him about them. You like the way he explains things. He’s so confident, and it’s seductive, and you don’t want to wait anymore. You can’t. You need to kiss him. Maybe you should ask for permission, but you know he’d tease you for it. So, you decide to go for it while he’s lying there beside you.
Pushing up on the bed, you hover over him for a moment. Instantly, he notices and gazes into your eyes. Indy’s face is blank, void of all emotion and judgment. You can’t know what he’s thinking. He doesn’t let you. But you can’t back down. You’ve already committed to showing him what you want.
Indy’s lips are softer than you expected. Your mouth fits to his like puzzle pieces. You tangle your fingers in his hair. And he lets you kiss him for what feels like hours. You know that it’s only a moment truly. But you wish it could go on all night long.
Satisfied, you sit up, and he follows. He speaks first before you could even get a word in to explain yourself.
“If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just said it.”
Flustered, you look away. “I’m sorry. I’m so dumb, Indy. I know you don’t want me like that.”
“Who says?”
You only shrug. No one’s ever said that, but he’s never made it clear that he wants more than friendship
Indy leans close. He holds up his hand. “Can I grab you here?” Gently, he wraps his fingers around your neck like he wants to choke you.
You swallow and feel the motion of your throat collide with his skin. “Yes,” you whisper.
His grip tightens, not by much. As he falls on you, Indy pushes you down onto the bed, holding you by the neck. His sinful mouth devours yours as his weight crushes you into the pillows and bed sheets. The kiss turns wet when his tongue slips inside, and he explores you. Before Indy, you had always thought girls were just were exaggerating when they said he had his tongue down my throat
His bangs tickle your forehead and the side of your face. His hair almost reaches his shoulders now, but you like it long. It’s easier to tug on and play with, especially in moments like these. Between your fingers, his hair is taut silk darker than demons’ eyes. He moans into you when you tug, and he seems to like it hard.
When he’s finished, Indy leaves your mouth sensitive and wet with an exchange of fluids. You lick them, savoring the leftovers, and all you can think about is more. More from him. More of him.
His silver chains dangle around his neck and catch the dimmed bedroom light. Through the loose neckline of his shirt, you see milky skin, and you start to lift his shirt to touch him.
“Baby, you wanna go all the way, huh?” He lets go of your throat to take off his shirt. The dark fabric slides up his lithe body. His hair is tousled from the action. “Didn’t know you were that hot for me. Dammit, why did you wait so long to do something about it?”
“Why did you?” you look up at him with your eyes big and wide, lips pouting. It’s true. You had wanted him to move in on you first. But time had made you impatient.
“Didn’t wanna ruin us...” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist, nestling his face in the sweet curve of your neck. “What we have is so good.”
“I think it’s worth the risk,” you whisper.
He sighs lowly, very contently. “That’s just what I thought too.” He kisses your shoulder. And he starts grinding his hips into you, needing the friction, his budding erection digging into you already. “Want it now, baby?”
i just wanted to say that omg i care so much abt you, truly. I love when nostalgia hits me and i just have the fondest memories of our little online moments.
i genuinely admire you, you’re my greatest inspiration, as a writer and as a person, you’re the ani consult, you’re such an amazing writer and an amazing friend to others! hope today (and everyday) brings you much deserved love and happiness
here’s a tiny gift!
made these all by myself hope u like it <3
me :
another variation :
ok i know they’re all spiderman but! i was inspired by that one post of yours when u said as a kid (?) u wanted to marry spiderman, and not peter, which is why i used just his mask on so anyway!
(there’s a lot but bc i wanted there to be variety, so like m+m, or maybe not the traditional white dress, and etc, also im not sure if I liked the hair I added on the first one😭)
here are some indy themed ones
ok last ones!
oh and i hope you don’t mind that i just kept u indy green. also should i have made more characters? yes but i was in a spidey mood. you’re my victim since my friends don’t care abt spider man
gotta crack open my chilled arizona and start working on cumming 23 times, here’s to you! <3
anyway mwah! happy birthday! can u tell i miss getting frasky with u? kiddinggggg,
