tying alien dick!clark kent up and giving him a tit fuck
very not proofread
"honey, you know this doesn't actually restraint me, right?" clark chuckled, looking back at you tying his hands behind his back with a shoelace, leaning comfortably against the chair he sat in. "stop being a mood killer and play along, clark!" he snickered again when you smack his hand.
"you sure this isn't gonna like.. hurt you or anything?" he asked, his gaze following you as you walked back in front of him. you shook your head while kneeling, tracing the shape of his hardening shaft. he shudders.
"if it doesn't hurt when it's inside, then it won't hurt when it's outside!" you reasoned and his eyebrows raised momentarily before he decided to just, trust your judgment.
you pulled his cock out, digits running up and down against his buds. his hips shift slightly, making you smirk immediately.
"you sensitive there, supes?" you smile up at him, indulging in his desperate gaze. "d-don't tease... please," he clenches his jaw when your tongue runs along his slit, tasting his pre.
"they're so soft, right now..." you pinched one of his buds, rolling it between your fingers and his hips fully jerked up now, his body responding to the pleasure more than it is responding to his mind.
"ah-ah, hold it, kent." you ordered as he threw his head back, his groan turning into a chuckle. "d-don't call me that, it reminds me of my parents.." he heaved out. you snorted at the information before resuming.
your lips latched onto his buds, sucking softly which had him holding back a number of embarrassing sounds. you pulled away, tapping his thighs. "here it comes, farm boy."
he picked his head back up to look at you as you took off your superman merch shirt, exposing your blue lace bra. you decided to give him a show, hooking your thumbs under the straps and pulling on them to make your chest bounce. "ya like it?" you smirked when he bit his lip, swiping his tongue accross it. "yeah, baby, you're beautiful... so goddamn beautiful.." clark compliments you while being lost in what you assumed were the filthiest thoughts known to man.
you blushed at his honesty, leaning down to grab the lube that you had set next to his chair. "I'm guessing I just gotta..." you trailed off while squirting some of it down the valley of your breast, and then some on his dick made him clench his thighs at the cold liquid.
you ignored the lube that was dripping down your cleavage and focused on his dick, earning a small profanity from him when you twisted down his length to spread the lubricant. "f-feels so warm..." he muttered, eyes still following your every move. "yeah?" "yyeahh..."
you leaned over, giving his tip a small kiss before running your lips down the side of his cock, bumping into the slightly hardened buds.
finally, you scooted closer to him, firmly grabbing both of your breasts through your bra. you rubbed them together to even out the lube that had melted on your chest, before sinking them down on his dick.
he was already close—the warm sensation of your tits around him, the squelching sound of the lube, the sight of your presenting yourself to him like that whike still being in total control... each and every one of his senses were sent into overdrive, intoxicated by you, you, and only you.
"how is it, clarkie? speak to me..." god, he could almost taste the honey your voice dripped with, and god, did he want more.
"s-s'good... feels good." he managed to breath out, forcing his eyes to stay focused because he refused to miss any of this. he couldn't afford to do so—to miss the show you were putting on for him.
when you pressed your breasts flush against his shaft and started bouncing them, he clenched his fist. matter of fact, he clenched almost every muscle in his body because he just couldn't make sense of it.
it seemed like such a weird idea at first that he can't even understand why he likes it sk much. maybe it's the blue lace bra that he groans about when watching your tits go up and down and up and down, or maybe it's your sultry voice, calling him a good, perfect boy.
"b-blue's... s-shit.." he squeezed his eyes shut before peeling them back open again. "what was that, baby?" you teased, "b-b– blue's my... my, ah, my favorite–-" you heard him struggle and cut him off with a smile, "color? I thought you didn't have a favorite color." he groaned before chuckling, "w-well I freakin' do now, that's for sure... hmm.."
he thought he was doing pretty good, lasting fairly long without breaking his restraints of fucking up into your tits.
that was until you started talking. really talking.
"hmm... you know what I want, clark?" his eyes flickered from your cleavage to eyes repeatedly, "I want you to cum all over me. paint my chest, and my face, and let me taste it—lemme taste you." you sped up, squeezing harder when you felt his buds harden more. his groans turned into moans quickly, finally throwing his head back.
"wanna have a small taste of your love, yeah? be a good boy f'me and cum," you stole a quick lick up his slit and his hips jolted, his fat length bumping into your lips. you struggled to keep the pace up, his buds truly slowly you down.
but you knew what that meant.
"gimme a pretty pearl necklace, why don't ya?" was the last thing you could say before he broke, literally and figuratively.
he broke the weak restraints, shoelaces dropping to the ground as his hands flew to grab your arms, keeping you steady before he started fucking up onto your cleavage, whimpering out a soft "s-so good! so pretty, so– hnnnngg.... fuck, i- holy– ah!" and shaking at the feeling of his overly sensitive and hardened buds rubbing up against your lubricated skin.
on the final thrust, he pushed it all the way in instinctively, the bottom buds hardening completely to onto the curve of your breasts and shoot cum all you.
he was shaky and whiny and messy, so the aiming was all over the place—on your lips, your tongue, your cheek, your chest, your neck... he was squirting out rope after rope of semen desperately, his tight grip on your arms leaving marks.
"fffuck– i- oh my... oh shiiitt- !" he cried out, his voice now a few octaves higher. it was only in moments like these he allowed himself to swear, or rather his brain would become mushy enough to let such words slip past his lips.
when everything came to an end, his buds softened, allowing him to slip out of between your boobs and your bra.
the man of steel winces at the slight overstimulation and slumps against the chair, watching you lick up his cum with a woozy smile.
"hahh... h-how's my love taste, beautiful?" he reached out to pat you on the head, "as good as always, baby. but," you began and he raised an eyebrow, "you broke the rules."
his eyebrows furrow, so you keep going. "I told you to play along, but you broke the restraints." you swallowed the last remnants of his seed, running your hand up and down his thigh. "oh? and what's my punishment for disobeying?"
i passed by this role reversal pnf fanfic on ao3 where candace ans stacy were phineas and ferb right? then i went to sleep yesterday and i dreamt something kinda like that except that it wasnt role swap at all, just age swap so everytime candace tried to bust her older brothers her mom saw her as an imaginative little kid
also im pretty sure that she was more attached to perry and instead of pushing him away she would like, trap him with her and dress him up as one of the totally spies to plot against phineas and ferb
i find it very disorientating the way americans refer to uni as "school" (especially postgrad) because sometimes i'm talking to someone online and i'm trying to gauge their age (often if they're talking shit and i want to know how firmly to call them out on it) and they start talking about "school" and "homework" and I'm like. okay, they're sixteen, it's fine, i'll let them off
and then you find out they're 26 and a phd student or something
Regulus and Sirius are both disgusted by the others standards in men except Sirius is into Remus and Regulus is into his two Death Eater murderer friends, and somehow, Regulus manages to act like Remus is worse
What songs did Optimus sing back when he was an Idol?
Hmm, that’s a good question. I’ll admit I’m not quite sure of the answer to this question, partially because I’m still not entirely sure how I want to handle his performances in any comics I write. This is also because I think it would be cool to think about how differently Cybertronian music would have developed (like would they even have words??), but for the sake of this AU it’s probably pretty close to Earth music. I mean, it revolves around him being a retired pop idol lol. There’s only so different it can be. So for right now I’m going with: songs with generally peppy and upbeat vibes. Kind of ‘generic pop songs’ that aren’t particularly about any one life or romantic experience, that are fun and catchy enough that people catch themselves nodding along if they’re not paying attention. Party in the USA or California Girls style. (Or you can feel free to picture everything with KPop vibes tbh, that’s definitely also been an influence)
Sorry for the long not-really-an-answer, the truth is I’m still working on it 😅 But I do think I want them to be original lyrics if any performance scenes pop up (and they probably will) so I guess we’ll find out together. I’m probably going to have to listen to more pop music than ever before in my life for this au so I can get a vibe of what to write. RIP sanity.
