congress is making a deal to give ICE more funding.
🇺🇲 CALL YOUR SENATORS. You have two. Tell them to defund ICE. Tell Republicans it's their last chance to get on the right side of this. Ask Dems to call it what it is: ICE is kidnapping, assaulting, and murdering people. Say guardrails aren't good enough. De-fund and abolish ICE. No comprimise is acceptable.
All you need is your zipcode with 5calls.
Resistbot is super easy, too.
Heckle Chuck Schumer for his negotiations [He's lead negotiator bc he's Senate Minority Leader]
This post focuses on funding due to deadlines, but there are other relevant bills at play
🌍 OUTSIDE THE US? You can still help. Shame companies that help ICE. Do it on any platform where brands have a presence (insta, x, etc. not tumblr). Delta, Enterprise, Hilton, Home Depot, Target (more info below the cut). Why do it from outside the U.S.?
UPDATES
📢 Feb 4: Democrats are supposedly united in a plan to "reign in" (read: NOT de-fund) ICE. THEY COULD MAKE A DEAL ANY DAY, even before the 2/13 deadline. Call volume is down.
📢 Feb 5: 2026 MANSPREADING OLYMPICS anti-ICE event.
📢 Feb 11: FICLETS FOR ACTION.
MANY of my fics are now private.
Here and on ao3. You can un-private fics by taking action. Otherwise, I can't tell you if/when a fic comes back. Blorbos for Democracy fics are still public.
More info below. Please share this, and if you host an event, tag me so I can share yours. 18+, no AI.
If you don't think I'm serious: I am very disillusioned with tumblr. Just look at how many people have left entirely. Idk if/when I'll unprivate some of these without participation. I may leave this event open indefinitely for action on various issues.
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WHAT TO DO:
Take the above action(s): 🇺🇸 and/or 🌍 and/or participate in the MANSPREADING OLYMPICS
Send an ask about what you did and which post you want to bring back. If you do both 🇺🇸 and 🌍, you can pick 2
Depending on what you want:
If you want, you can just introduce yourself and your interests and maybe you'll make a moot or 2.
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You dont have to bring back a fic! I can choose one if I know your interests OR we can skip that.
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Honor system. You can be anon, but please give yourself an emoji or a nickname. Here's a random word generator if it helps.
You can do one ask per day while this is active. If you do 🇺🇲 and 🌍 in the same ask, that means you can unprivate up to 2 fics per day on your own!!
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Un-private the post(s) of your choice OR, for a limited time (Feb 11-12), you can get a new ficlet (I decide the content - you prompt by telling me the blorbo OR gif/pic inspo).
If your fave character has a blog, they'll rb your ask and thank you. Ex: @nightwalksjoel
Move into the Cabin: get added to the list of special readers my characters love, with extra 💙s for extra actions.
Cabin residents are also my default tag list for tag games rn 💙
Potentially get seen by thousands of lurkers followers if you linked your work.
Eligible for a special secret bonus prize if you lmk that you use kindle.
Why am I not writing new ficlets in exchange this time?
I can't do this with any reliability right now due to IRL circumstances. Also, times have changed:
When I posted about ICE a few wks ago, 99.96% of my followers did not engage. Yes, I did the math. I felt the urge to leave, like many people have been. Instead, I started privating my fics. I had been warning everyone.
AND: This is NOT about my prior events, all of which have been a joy, full of the best kind of readers. But people who lurk on my blog, silently getting off to fics, and only ever say "more?"
I'm not a factory. This is a community. Every fic takes care and effort, and it's a two-way street.
If you want a writer around, show it when we post about something important to us. Especially something as non-controversial as innocent people murdered in the street by the government. Please?
Rest assured, if you newly start interacting or come back from a long break, I will embrace you with open arms. I won't shame you or hold it against you. Some of my best friends on here are former lurkers 🌷
. . . . .
Given the state of tumblr, I can't guarantee posts will be unprivated forever on tumblr, but it'll be more than long enough to rb on your own blog with tags so you can keep it, and you'll at least be able to reach them on ao3 again.
I will write in exchange for the action described above. It needs to be action taken THIS WEEK not prior weeks, because we need to keep up the pressure!!! Here are some OPTIONS for prompting me:
💙 Send me manspreading inspo
💙 Pick a character of mine
💙 Say a character you wish I'd write
💙 Build-a-Blorbo: Name a character + AU. I'll do HCs and anyone can write fic of them.
Hell, ASK FOR WHATEVER YOU WANT. You may get it or you may not, but I'll try to do something you'd like with at least a similar vibe.
@vampirejoel was taking me on a tour of the cabin, showing me all of the amenities and iron-rich foods he'd gotten to prepare for our arrival, when I saw something move in the woods out the window. It didn't seem like an animal and it was the middle of the night. I asked vamp if he saw it, but he just said no and went back to explaining yet another way he can prepare salmon and spinach so I decided I should talk to the madame about it.
The Woods
You did the right thing. Now gather around the campfire for a story. . .
When this property first opened, there were other men. Before the Boyd bungalow... before the slasher party house... there were other joels. Joels we don't talk about now. Joels who got kicked off of real house creeps for betraying their fellow joels.
These joels weren't fit for life outside the gates, so they were cast into the toxic compound at large, made to survive in the wilderness for the past 2.5 years. They've gotten by, but they never quite lost their carnal desires. They must have caught wind of all the new cabin residents and relocated their encampment to within peeping distance.
The madame apologizes for this invasion of privacy and will leave their fate up to the cabin residents: Let the two of them stay where they are? Banish them further? Down into the backrooms? Will the cabin residents keep them as fugitives?
🇺🇲 CALL YOUR SENATORS: 💸 Tell them to defund ICE. Tell Republicans it's their last chance to get on the right side of this. Ask Dems to call it what it is: ICE is kidnapping, assaulting, and murdering innocent people. All you need is your zip with 5calls.
🌍 SHAME COMPANIES THAT HELP ICE. Shame them on bluesky, x, insta, tikok, any NON-tumblr platform counts if you directly engage with them by @ or comment. List below the cut.
MANY of my fics are now private.
That means here and ao3. You can un-private fics by taking action. Otherwise, I can't tell you if/when they'll be back. More info below. Blorbos for Democracy fics are still public.
If you don't think I'm serious: I am very disillusioned with tumblr. Just look at how many people have left entirely. Since early December, I've warned everyone to rb the fics they want to save, and I said that meant mine, too. Idk if/when I'll unprivate some of these without participation. I may leave this event open indefinitely for action on various issues.
WHAT YOU DO:
Take the above action(s): 🇺🇸 and/or 🌍
Send an ask about what you did and which post you want to bring back. If you do both 🇺🇸 and 🌍, you can pick 2!
If you want, you can introduce yourself and link to your masterlist or one of your works (fic, art, gifs, whatever).
Honor system. You can even be anon, but please give yourself an emoji or a nickname. Here's a random word generator if it helps.
You can do one ask per day until the senate vote.
WHAT YOU GET:
Unprivate the post(s) of your choice.
Get added to the character's list of special readers who they love, with one 💙 per action.
If your fave character has a blog, they'll rb your ask and thank you. Ex: @nightwalksjoel
Get seen by thousands of lurkers followers if you introduced yourself and your work.
Why am I not writing new ficlets in exchange this time?
I can't do this with any reliability right now due to IRL circumstances. Also, I have to say this for those who need to hear it:
I'm not an orgasm factory. This is supposed to be a community. Every fic takes care and effort, and it's a two-way street.
When I posted about ICE a few wks ago, 99.96% of my followers did not engage. Yes, I did the math. I felt the urge to leave, like many people have been. Instead, I started privating my fics. I had been warning everyone.
If you want a writer around, show it when we post about something important to us. Especially something as non-controversial as innocent people murdered in the street by the government. Please?
I appreciate those of you who engage with me like a friend. The longer I'm here, the more people watch from a distance, and that's not fun. It's uncomfortable. I'm not a content creator, influencer, or celebrity. I'm here to connect with you and have fun.
Rest assured, if you newly start interacting or come back from a long break, I will embrace you with open arms. I won't hold it against you. Some of my best friends on here are former lurkers 🌷
. . . . .
Given the state of tumblr, I can't guarantee posts will be unprivated forever on tumblr, but it'll be more than long enough to rb on your own blog with tags so you can keep it, and you'll at least be able to reach them on ao3 again.
FICS
One action unlocks one 🔒
Clark Kent
🔒 In the Stars
🔒 No Return 2
🔒 Christmas Wish
🔒 Fight or flight
Adrian Chase
🔒 Sleepover
Ghostface
🔒 Every Inch
🔒 Every Inch 2
🔒 Every Inch 3
🔒 Every Inch 4
🔒 Rat in a cage
🔒 Domestication
Billy Loomis
🔒 The Leak
🔒 Murderbait
🔒 Sink
🔒 Freak Show (ft. ghostface!stu)
Thomas Hewitt from The Spread:
🔒 The Spread
🔒 The Stitch
🔒 The Night
Halloween:
🔒 Michael makes them watch
🔒 Skin Alley - Michael
🔒 Wreck - Michael
🔒 Chosen - Michael
🔒 A lift and two screws - Corey
Any other privated Halloween fics.
Misc Fandoms.
🔒 House of Wax (Bo Sinclair): The Wax Job
🔒 The Boy (Brahms): Fog Lake
🔒 The Pitt (Dr. Robby): The Quiet Room
🔒 Eddington (Ted Garcia): The Deal with Ted
Narcos: Javi P. & Steve Murphy
🔒 The Raid and The Raid, part 2
🔒 The Condom
🔒 The Interruption
Joel & Tommy Miller, from Brotherly Sharing:
🔒 Stuffing
🔒 Sweet little mess
🔒 The gusset
🔒 Leopard Print
🔒 Zebra Print
🔒 Spectators
Tommy Miller
🔒 Power Nap
🔒 Big Papa
JOEL MILLER
JOELKEMONS Please see masterlists for individual 🔒s
NIGHT WALKS
RAIDER
STEPDAD
SLASHER
Other Joel Miller
🔒 Night Talks
🔒 Sleeping Beauty
🔒 Locket
PACKAGE DEAL JOELS One action = whole fic, at least on ao3.
🔒 ACHES, THOUGHTS, AND NEEDS
🔒 FREE USE
🔒 THIGHS OUT
🔒 BAD DOCTOR
🔒 SPECTATORS
Misc. Joel Miller one shots are two-for-one. They aren't marked on the masterlist but most are privated.
SUMMARY: Flashbacks (starting when Tate and Yule are 18 & 19) with Ted as a father figure. Ft. Guilty/self-loathing Ted and history between his son Tate and his nephew Yule.
WARNINGS: 18+ gets darker; daddy issues; incest, grinding/dry humping, groping; cum eating; alcohol and drugs; mild violence; angst; ref to abuse
read on ao3
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700 words, standalone drabble. Social anxiety, praise. Pretty wholesome imo, maybe just ever so slightly (technically) inappropriate idk. 18+ blog ❤️
On a busy morning in the Pitt, Whitaker approaches Robby and discretely reports, “Not at the lockers.”
“Men’s?” Robby asks.
“Already checked.”
Robby winces, then gives Whitaker a short nod. “Okay. I’ll take it from here.”
Just as Robby is about to head to the roof, someone yells "hula hoop." It's a code word.
Robby looks across the Pitt, then scans his immediate surroundings and zeroes in on you. He places both hands on your shoulders, and his voice is soft while his eyes are serious. “I need you to do something for me.”
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Get Abbott: It's a simple task, but your heart races. You're still figuring Dr. Abbott out. His colleagues talk about him like a legend. They interact with him like he has a sense of humor, and you've seen a hint of it. But God, he's intense. And apparently he goes missing? It sounds like he had a bad night.
As the elevator makes its way up to the roof, you catch your vague reflection in the steel doors and fix your posture, then take a deep breath. If Abbott is up there, you'll have to bring him down. You don't know what to say, or how to speak, or what to do with your hands. No idea how he'll react.
As the doors open, you find yourself praying he's not up there on the roof. Anywhere else, at least you'd have company. Anywhere else, you wouldn't be the center of attention and could fade away as soon as he was found.
You're intimidated, mostly: It doesn't feel like you've earned the right to speak to him outside the context of patient care, much less to drag him back to the ER. Who are you to interrupt a quiet moment to himself? He could be facing some kind of personal crisis.
–
There he is, on the edge of the roof, on the wrong side of the railing, with his fingers interlocked behind his head, biceps stretching his dark scrubs. He's looking into the sunrise with a light breeze in his gray curls.
Once you've approached the rail, you're just standing there in silence when he twists around to see who's there, then lets his strong arms fall by his sides. “What now?” he asks with a laugh of disbelief and a miserable sparkle in his eye
“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I should go.” You start to back away.
“Wait,” he says.
You freeze obediently.
He asks, “Robby send you?”
Barely above a whisper, you nod, “Yeah.”
“Then you're doing the right thing,” he says. He takes a deep breath through his nose, nods to himself, then joins you on the right side of the railing.
“Hey, lemme ask you something,” he lays a hand on your shoulder as you walk toward the elevator.
“What's your name?”
You remind him your last name, and he says “Full name.”
When you say your full name, he repeats it back.
He gives the nape of your neck a gentle squeeze and says, “You're gonna be my emotional support intern. You think you can handle that?” He cocks an eyebrow at you.
“Um. Is there a job description?” You smile.
He pouts in contemplation. “Fetching me from the roof…Helping me keep my cool…having a beer with me later… telling me about your day?”
You step into the elevator together, and for the first time, you really get to see the full depth of his eye color. He raises his eyebrows, prompting you for an answer to his ‘job offer.’
“Really?” you ask.
“Fuck, I need something to look forward to,” he admits.
“Okay,” you nod. “Sure.”
“Yeah?” He breaks into half a smile. “Thanks, kiddo.”
He stretches, then looks down at your sneakers and says, “Hey, sweet kicks.”
You tell him about your shoes as the two of you exit the elevator on the ER floor, then find Dr. Robby. “There he is,” Dr. Robby's eyes light up. “Good girl,” Dr. Robby points at you. “Good work.”
“She's my handler now,” Abbott tells Robby.
Robby puts his hand on Abbott's shoulder as they walk off. “It's about time you got a handler. Go easy on her, would ya?”
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Thank you for reading!
for @professionalpromqueen @selfproclaimed-moviecritic @miraclesabound ily! ❤️
Clark told Bruce about the blackmail situation with Lex. In Clark's version, the photo with your hand in his lap was a "misunderstanding."
Sure, whatever. Clark had already denied it when confronted, so Bruce let him save face and simply commiserated about what a slimeball Lex was. "If only there were something I could do to help."
"I guess it'll blow over," Clark said. "Eventually."
Bruce was skeptical. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. If you wanna put this to bed, it might take one of you dating someone else."
Clark scoffed. "Not gonna happen."
Then, Bruce got an idea. An awful idea. Bruce Wayne had a wonderful, awful idea.
"Hear me out," Bruce said. "What if everyone thought Supergirl was dating Batman. . ."
Okay I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while now. I know it’s slightly away from the route the fic is going down rn but how does Bruce Wayne feel/ react when he finds out about superman x supergirl!reader. Really and truly, he probably already knows but since Ma and pa Kent were lowk chill abt it, as well as those fans who caught them getting freaky and lex, maybe Bruce wouldn’t be that against? Orrrrrr maybe (bear with me 😝😝😝) he pulls a lex luthor and ‘asks’ to join in. No but seriously, I’ve been imagining some sort of argument that superman and batman get into abt morals n shit n Batman jst dropping a quick ‘oh you wanna talk about morals’ 😟 Ops? Snippets?
Bruce finds out
CLARK KENT x SUPERGIRL!READER
NO RETURN | CLARK'S INTRUSIVE THOTS
Oh, man. Bruce would love this. I can definitely see him milking it, even before he confronts Clark.
Imagine he finds out like this: Superman and you are outsized in a fight. Bruce sends stealth bat drones, but when they get there, you’ve already won. You and Superman are checking up on each other.
In the Bat Cave, Bruce is watching a live feed from a drone, and the two of you hug. Awww.
Then, Clark grabs your ass. Hmm.
And you wrap your legs around him and share a deep, steamy kiss. Oh.
Bruce makes dinner plans with Clark soon. They badly need to catch up. Gotham’s dark knight gets on the topic of how he’s lonely and at this point in his life, he’d really like to meet someone he can relate to. Someone he can share his secret identity with. Someone who understands the weight of all his power. “You know, I always thought your cousin was pretty cool… what would you think if I asked her out?”
Clark raises his eyebrows, and his jaw clenches. He fails to blink for a few seconds. “My cousin, Supergirl?”
Bruce jokes, “Do you have another smoking hot cousin I’m unaware of?”
Clark’s nostrils flare and his heart races. His biceps twitch with the need to smash something.
“I was just thinking I’d take her for a ride sometime, see where things go. If you’re cool with it, of course.” Bruce squints at him.
Clark becomes uncharacteristically mean. “You think Supergirl wants to go for a ride in the Batmobile? Supergirl’s gonna drop her panties for a sports car?”
“Good point,” Bruce concedes. “Maybe not a ride, but I bet she’d like to drive it.”
“Not happening,” Clark snaps with a forehead vein bulging under his loose curls. His intrusive thots are flooding back to him. It’s too vivid. It’s too real.
“Well, who else is better for her?” Bruce asks, then his eyes become wistful. “Man… she’d look so good in black…”
Clark’s eyes glow red for a split second behind his shades as his hand flies across the table to grab his friend by the throat.
Bruce raises his hands in surrender.
Clark looks around and composes himself.
Bruce tugs at his collar and says, “Damn,” then leans in and lowers his voice. “So it’s true.”
Clark tries to act like he doesn’t know what Bruce is talking about.
“Good for you,” Bruce looks him up and down, then drops the subject for the night.
———-
One day soon, Bruce is trying to get Clark on board with a plan to blow up some criminals, and Clark isn’t having it. “It’s about right and wrong,” he insists.
“Man, just when I thought you’d grown up,” Bruce rants. “Right and wrong, right and wrong. You ever think about right and wrong during sex?”
“What??” Clark squints. “What the heck are you talking about…”
“You think about right and wrong when you’re balls deep in your little cousin?”
Clark’s eyes double in size and he snarls, pointing an angry finger at Bruce as the words fly out of his mouth: “My little cousin? She’s older than I am, by the way. And, and… I dunno what you’re talking about…” he tries to recover. “But it sounds like you’re getting at something between consenting adults, so…”
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Eric was sulking on the sofa when Ted walked in and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m bored,” Eric complained. “You should’ve let me stay home.”
“Nope,” Ted said. "Grounded doesn’t mean having the whole place to yourself…”
“Well, this is some family cabin trip,” Eric grumbled. “Why is Tate’s girlfriend always around? She practically lives with us."
“I know,” Ted commiserated. “Her roommate's getting married soon. She won't be around so much after that. Bet you’ll miss her when she’s gone.”
Eric scoffed.
Ted gave his worst son a skeptical look, then sat down facing him in an armchair, manspreading with his hands in his fleece vest pockets. “Eric, come on. You won’t miss having a hot slut walk around half naked?”
Eric’s brows knitted, and he blushed.
“You won’t miss hearing them fuck?” Ted added.
“Sounds like you will,” Eric said with a face of disgust.
Ted raised his eyebrows and tilted his head at his son. “It’s okay, son. Everybody does it.”
“Not everyone is a fucking pervert, Dad.”
Ted nodded with a contemplative frown, then announced, “That’s one more week.”
“WHAT?” Eric bolted upright. “Another week grounded? God! That’s so unfair!”
“You could always get a job and move out,” Ted reminded him.
Eric threw himself onto the sofa face down, burying his head in the cushions, then sat up again, “God, and it smells like sex in here, it’s fucking gross.”
“Read a book or something,” Ted said.
“Is Yule coming?” Eric asked.
“I doubt it,” Ted answered.
“He said maybe,” Eric reminded him.
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When you first spotted the lanky guy in a flannel jacket and backwards hat, you thought he was lost. He was standing outside a black, late 90s corolla parked on the curb. The handsome young man looked at the cabin, and as his eyes scanned the windows, you made accidental eye contact.
A warm daze spread across his eyes, and he raised his hand with a shy wave.
“Babe?” you called over to Tate across the room. “Some guy’s here!”
“Oh, shit,” Tate looked at his phone and a smile spread across his face. “No way,” he muttered. “Hold on.”
Tate went out through the back, and within moments you saw the stranger's face light up as Tate came around the side yard barrelling toward him. They embraced and Tate picked him up off the ground and swung him around until they both fell down laughing.
As the gaiety faded, Yule looked toward the window again, but you'd stepped back. “Your girlfriend's hot,” he said, still sitting in the lawn as Tate stood up.
“You already knew that,” Tate said, brushing leaves off his butt. He extended a hand and helped Yule up.
Yule brushed leaves off his own butt, then Tate's. “Good to go,” he announced and gave Tate a little spank.
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When they came inside, Tate introduced you with excitement in his dark eyes.
Yule opened his arms. “Bring it in, sweetheart.”
You went in for a polite hug hello, but he hugged you with his full body, and your breasts pressed softly into his chest. “Mmm,” Yule rocked you back and forth like you were a long lost friend he hadn't seen in ages. He murmured your name into your hair, then whispered, “nice to meet you,” before relaxing his arms. Your cheeks were warm by the time he let go.
Ted cleared his throat, and Yule turned in Ted's direction, then stuck out his hand. “Mayor Garcia.”
Ted shook Yule’s hand and said, “Good to see ya, son,” then pulled him in and patted him on the back. “ Doin’ alright?” he asked with a hint of skepticism as he looked Yule up and down.
“Yes sir,” Yule nodded.
“I’ll tell your dad you made it,” Ted said, then watched Yule’s face for his response.
After a moment of silence, Yule muttered, “Sure. Whatever.”
Yule picked up his bag and asked Tate where to put it.
“Uhh,” Tate thought out loud.
“Don't tell me I'm with Eric,” Yule begged.
“Just stick it in there for now,” Tate answered, gesturing toward y'all's room. “We'll figure it out.”
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Later, when you were reading and the boys went outside to smoke, they sat down in adirondack chairs, facing each other.
“What’s new?” Tate asked.
Yule shrugged and muttered, “Livin’ the dream.”
Tate nodded. “Right on… didn’t think you’d show.”
“Why not?” Yule asked.
“Cause I haven't seen you in months?” Tate reminded him. “I think dad's worried about you. Said you don't text him back.”
“Dude, I'm good,” Yule said. “Can you tell him I'm good?”
“Yeah,” Tate agreed with concern in his face.
“I’m good,” Yule repeated. “Damn.”
“Okay, okay,” Tate raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry, man.”
Tate changed the subject to the first thing he could think of: Ted's campaign.
Yule stopped listening.
He spaced out looking at Tate's big, vascular hands. Then, when Tate stopped talking, Yule asked, “What's she like, man? Your girl.”
“She's cool,” Tate answered.
“What's she like in bed? Is she a freak?”
“Uh,” Tate chuckled, “yeah.”
“What kinda freak?” Yule prodded.
Tate puffed his cheeks out with an exhale and scratched the back of his neck. “She, uh…”
Yule leaned forward, took a puff of his joint, and rested his forearms on his knees, dying to hear this. The look on Tate's face made heat rush to Yule's loins before he said a word.
Then, Tate looked at his own hand, spread out his fingers, and flexed his palm before making a fist. Then he looked up at Yule with a dark smirk in his eyes.
Yule’s eyes widened, and he coughed.
As Yule kept coughing, Tate laughed, “Calm down, dude.”
“No shit,” Yule said weakly. “Dude, I thought that was just in porn….”
Tate spoke with pride. “I dunno man, she has a magic pussy or something.”
Yule cupped his crotch as he sat back, then asked, “What else?”
Tate's face became more serious, and he swallowed.
“What?” Yule asked. “You know you can tell me anything, man.”
Tate lowered his voice and leaned forward. “I think my Dad fucked her.”
“Fuck off, man,” Yule laughed, then saw Tate wasn't kidding.
The heel of Yule's palm dug into his crotch. “Okay…. what do you mean you think he fucked her?”
“I dunno, man,” Tate said. “I dunno if I wanna know.”
“Come on,” Yule pried the details out of Tate.
As Tate told Yule about the night you had come back to bed all horny, wet, and loose, Yule’s mouth hung half open, and his eyelids were heavy with lust. His hand rested in his lap on a massive erection.
When Tate got to the part about your cum-filled panties on the doorknob, Yule called bullshit.
Tate swore it was true.
Yule whispered, “fuck,” and his head tilted back. He took a deep breath, trying to recirculate some of the blood that had engorged his cock.
Neither Yule nor Tate knew Ted’s cock was shoved up your ass at that very moment inside the cabin.
If Yule knew it, he would have cum in his pants. Coming untouched was still a risk without that knowledge. Yule’s balls felt ready to burst.
Clocking the sheer arousal radiating from his cousin, Tate smiled to himself.
“And you're not pissed? I mean, obviously, you didn't break up,” Yule observed.
“Not pissed at her,” Tate said.
“Right,” Yule agreed. “Your dad is sick, man.”
“Yeah,” Tate fixed his hair as he sat back.
“But…that’s alsoo… kiindaa…hot as fuck?” Yule admitted.
“I know,” Tate nodded, eyes widening. “It’s weird. Like, it should gross me out, right?”
Yule shrugged, then after a moment of silence, he asked, “And what if I’m in love with her?”
Tate laughed.
Yule smiled, then whispered, “Damn.” He looked around and cleared his throat, then asked, “Alright, where do we jerk off around here?”
“Uhh, just go to the bathroom I guess,” Tate answered.
“Alone?” Yule asked with a laugh of disbelief. Then he lowered his voice. “She fucked your dad. I'm pretty sure we're good.”
“It's a small cabin, dude,” Tate reminded him with a hand on his own inner thigh, knees spread wide. Tate let his thumb graze his own cock through his jeans.
Yule stood up and stepped toward Tate, slowly approaching until his shins hit the wood chair between Tate's knees.
Looking down at Tate, Yule slowly rubbed himself over his pants and repeated, “Alone? You sure ‘bout that?”
Tate's dick twitched as his eyes followed Yule's hand, then he looked up at his cousin’s face and their eyes met.
“Where?” Tate challenged him. “It's too fuckin’ cold out here.”
Then, twigs crunched under boots in the distance.
Yule's eyes darted up and scanned the surroundings, then his face fell, and his hand fell away from his crotch.
“Can one of you gimme a hand?” Eric yelled from afar.
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Over the course of dinner, the tension seemed fo fade between Ted and Yule.
After dinner, the guys made a campfire.
You, Tate, Eric, and Yule settled in around the fire.
Eric suggested playing truth or dare, and Yule and Tate shared amused glances.
You played along, “Ok, Eric. Truth or Dare.”
“Dare,” Eric chose.
“I dare you to borrow a cup of sugar from the nearest neighbor.”
“It’s like a mile away!” Eric complained.
Tate snickered under his breath.
“So you're out? You quit?” You asked.
“No,” Eric grumbled. “I just need my big jacket.”
Eric went into the cabin while the three of you laughed.
“Truth or dare,” Tate mocked him in a fake voice.
“That little snitch,” Tate complained as he stood up.
Almost as soon as Eric went into the cabin, Ted stuck his head out and called Tate inside.
Then, it was just you and Yule.
Yule scooted closer, taking Tate's seat on the log. He leaned in and bumped your shoulder with his. “Truth or dare.”
“Dare,” You laughed.
His pupils dilated as he admired your laugh.
“I've gotta piss,” Yule said, then leaned in. “Dare you to hold it.”
He stood up; took your hand, and said, “If you wuss out, I'll give you a truth.”
“Oh my god,” you laughed and play shoved him.
You followed him into the woods, looking back toward the cabin as you walked off. No sign of Tate or Eric. Yule held your hand the whole way, only dropping it to unzip his fly.
“I'm not gonna hold it,” you giggled.
“Suit yourself,” he said. “You can still watch if you want.
You didn't. Not really. May have stolen a glance, but not enough to really see his dick. You were looking at his face as he sighed in relief while he peed. The stream was strong.
“Ready for your truth?” he shook off his dick.
“Yeah,” you answered. “Hit me.”
When he was all zipped up, he walked toward you and didn't stop until your back was against a tree.
Inches from your face, he asked, “Have you had... sexual relations… with the mayor?”
Your cheeks heated.
He tilted his head.
“Wow,” you whispered.
“I don't hear a no,” he teased. “No judgment, I swear to God.” He searched your face. “This is between us.”
“And if I say yes?” you asked.
Yule brought his face to yours, brushed your nose with his, then whispered, “Say it and I’ll tell you a secret.”
You closed your eyes and whispered, “Yeah.”
Yule moaned, “fuck yeah,” and looked at you like he could have fucked you right there.
You were an inch from kissing when he grabbed your hand and began to lead you back out of the forest.
“Wait,” you protested. “You didn’t tell me yours.”
“Oh,” Yule paused. “I used to wanna suck his dick so bad.”
“Tate’s?” you asked.
“No–well, yeah–but I meant Ted’s. He was like, my first crush on a man."
“That's kinda cute,” you said.
Tate got back just after the two of you did, and you hung out around the fire until you were tired.
“You're kinda cute,” Yule bumped your shoulder with his again.
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Yule stayed in the same room with you and Tate, and Tate slept in the middle.
Tate was spooning you, with Yule behind him. You heard rustling and breathing from behind Tate and couldn't be sure what was going on back there, but Tate's dick was swelling and stiffening against you.
You pushed back on Tate, and he moaned into your hair, sounding at least half asleep. Then, he pulled long johns down and nestled his hard-on between your thighs. Met by your hot and ample slick, Tate moaned into your hair and cupped your breast as he slid his forward and back a few times, getting harder. Your pussy clenched and your walls swelled with the urge to be filled, but you remained calm. You tilted your hips and let his cock nudge your clit.
Tate had smoked too much, and managed to drift off like that. He fell into a deep sleep, holding you tight with his stiff cock between your warm, slippery thighs. When he began to snore, the quiet, familiar rhythm of it lulled you to sleep as well.
In the middle of the night, Tate's hand had fallen limp onto your ribcage, but you were still in his arms with his cock between your thighs when you were awoken by a cool draft as the comforter lifted. The mattress sank in front of you under the weight of a thin, masculine silhouette with long hair that still carried the smell of weed and campfire.
“What are you doing,” you whispered to Yule.
“Didn't have any room,” his intimate whisper tickled your senses.
Yule settled in under the covers, facing you. Then, the outline of his slender hand approached your face. His fingers settled warmly on your cheek, then he trailed them down your jaw. “God, you’re hot,” he whispered, scooting closer.
A flock of butterflies in your chest made you bristle.
Careful not to touch Tate’s hand on your abdomen, Yule laid his palm ever so lightly over your breast.
When your nipples hardened under your pajama shirt, Yule let out a short, “mm,” and his fingers went straight to your shirt's button.
He sucked in a deep breath as he slid his hand in to cup your bare, warm breast, then exhaled audibly.“Should I leave you alone?”
When you didn't answer, he offered, “I can sleep on the couch….”
“Eric's on the couch,” you replied.
“Oh,” Yule acknowledged, and slowly moved your breast, with your nipple poking his palm. “well… I could sleep on the floor…”
“Shut up,” you whispered.
“Okay” his minty breath found your nostrils.
His nose brushed yours, then his lips pressed gently against your mouth. He kissed you tenderly
You never cared about the idea of Tate catching you and Ted; Ted was such an authority figure that it felt self-explanatory, like you wouldn't have to say anything. But making out with his cousin, while Tate's dick was softening between your thighs felt less excusable.
Your body couldn't tell if it was more excited or nervous.
As Yule kissed you, he reached down. Pressing his warm, slender fingers into your thigh, he moaned into your mouth. When you resisted his gentle attempt to hike up your leg, Yule’s lips broke away to ask, “Is he inside you?”
“Why?” You replied.
“Maybe that's where I wanna be,” Yule whispered, making you throb.
“What makes you think I'd go for it?” you asked.
Yule took your hand and placed it on a warm, thick shape in his boxer briefs. He guided you down to feel his balls, then cupped your hand around his hardening shaft and slid your palm over the cotton to feel his entire length. Your lips parted.
You were salivating
Jesus Christ, you did not expect the schlong on him.
You were salivating.
It was probably Tate's size, maybe not quite as big, but massive proportional to Yule's body. Like the girth covered so much real estate of his pelvic area.
Your clit twitched, and you gushed on Tate's cock.
Yule's lips connected with yours again, and his tongue slipped inside, hungrier than before. He kissed you like it was the key to fucking you, and maybe it was. It felt like being a teenager again.n
You rubbed Yule over his underwear as he kissed you, and soon, your hand found a mind of its own, pressing firmer against his shaft, feeling it swell and twitch through the cotton, feeling the inner hardness of his cock glide to and fro as his hips rutted into your hand.
Then, your hand slid down his drawers, into the tropical climate of his manhood, where the smooth skin of his naked shaft gave you a full-body shiver.
Yule backed up enough to take his underwear off with care. Then, when he got close again, he pressed his body up against yours. His hips pulled back with a sudden “fffuck.” Yule slid his hand down your abdomen, over your mound, until his hand rested on the tip of Tate’s cock, and he let out a soft moan.
“He’s a big boy, huh?” Yule whispered with his palm smushing his cousin's cockhead.
Butterflies swarmed in your chest.
Yule cupped your breast again, and his body pressed against yours. He grinded against you, breathing heavily.
Tate moaned into your hair, still asleep but aroused by the massage of his cousin's shaft, hot and hard, gliding against the fat head of his cock.
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Yule grinded on you, with his minty breath hot and heavy on your face. With each upward rut of his hips, Yule's cock nudged Tate's and made the shaft press a little harder against your cunt. Then, with the downward stroke of Yule's shaft, Tate's would come back down your thighs a smidge.
Each moment Yule rutted against you made you throb a little harder, pleasure swelling in your belly. He kissed you for a second or two at a time between moans and heavy breaths, rutting against you, and against Tate’s tip until it leaked, and Yule needed more.
And then, keeping his face close to yours, Yule pulled his hips back and reached down to hold his dick. He tapped your clit with his tip, making your walls clench. After gathering pre-cum from Tate’s tip, Yule wedged his own cock between your slippery seam and Tate’s manhood.
Yule’s breath hitched, then his mouth fell open with a nearly silent moan as he pushed his stiff manhood between the two of you. Yule’s dick slid right into the little sleeve formed by his cousin’s veiny shaft and your wet heat.
Your clit twitched, and your insides throbbed with need to be filled.
Yule's lips captured yours for a long, passionate kiss with his tongue in your mouth and his cock snug between yours and Tate’s intimate parts.
Then, his mouth broke way and he panted as he fucked the wet, warm space between your pussy and Tate’s hardening shaft.
Yule breathed heavier as he fucked the snug sleeve formed by you and your boyfriend, and then he kissed you again, with his hips moving slowly. He moaned into your mouth and palmed your breast. As his hips rutted, the friction against your clit, and his palm on your breast, made your blood hot and tense with arousal.
You whined, “mmm,” into Yule’s mouth.
His lips broke away to ask, “You gonna cum for me?.. ugh…” He grinded his hips upward, massaging your clit with his base and grinding his cock harder against your dripping cunt, focused more on you than Tate's cock under his own. “Yeah, come for me,” Yule breathed. "Come on."
Your thighs clenched, and the pressure burst behind your clit. Pleasure radiated out from your center, and your hips moved rhythmically with the pleasure.
“God, I wanna be inside you,” Yule panted.
You wanted that, too. You needed it, bad.
In a reflex, your hips tilted as his cock kept massaging your twitching loins.
When the crown of his tip caught at your entrance, you were ready for it, so ready, your walls could have grabbed him, sucked him right up.
“Oh shit,” Yuld panted, “Wait–” then his dick twitched, “Fuck, fuck,” he whispered, “ughh,” he unraveled with his cum spilling all over your cunt and Tate’s cock.
You pushed him by the lower abs, and he reluctantly pulled out from between your bodies. The rest of his load hit your mound, then your stomach.
“Shit,” you cursed at the mess of Yule’s cum between you and Tate, with Ted’s load still in your ass.
“It’s okay,” Yule breathed as his orgasm faded. “It’s okay. Hang on.”
He went under the covers, and scooched down, starting at your tummy, licking his own cum off you and tonguing it out of your belly button, then wiping your tummy with your open flannel sleep shirt. He continued down, licking and sucking at your mound.
He grunted as he slid two fingers into the space, curling them to drag his cum out, then planted his mouth. He sucked your clit, then flicked his tongue, perhaps a force of habit, before sliding his tongue between your folds and Tate’s cock.
Yule's nose nudged your sensitive clit as the sucking sounds began, and Tate’s shaft swelled and stiffened against you. Tate’s hips began to rock.
Yule was sucking and tonguing the head of Tate’s cock. Goosebumps prickled up your body.
“Jesus,” you whispered and tugged at Yule’s hair to pry him off of your boyfriend’s cock. Yule looked up with a shiny face as he emerged from the covers.
Then, you reached between your legs and nudged Tate’s tip into your desperate, dripping hole. Tate growled into your hair as he slid into you, still asleep.
Yule groaned quietly as he made his way back up the bed and rested his head in his hand. He watched the way your mouth fell open as Tate bottomed out in your cunt.
“You’re gorgeous,” Yule whispered, and kissed you again, with Tate’s cock rutting short strokes deep inside you.
Yule broke the kiss with a yawn, spent by his premature spend. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, then rested his head on his bicep.
Tate moaned quietly into your hair, and you fell asleep cockwarming him.
Ted Garcia x f!reader, ft. Tate (OC) and Yule (OC)
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You're still at the Garcia family cabin, and your boyfriend Tate Garcia's cousin Yule joins.
WARNINGS: 18+ casual incest (don't get too excited), heavy degradation, weed, infidelity, spitting, exhibitionism, anal, creampie, everyone's a freak.
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"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were enjoying this,” Clark grumbled. You persisted, “You really want it in the paper? Not worried about Superman's image?" He pulled you closer by your ankles, then snatched your phone and pointed in your face. "Don't you go there with me." He tossed the phone aside. You said, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you want the world to know... All we had to do was let him watch."
The two of you were lounging in the living room in pajamas. You had your legs up, and Clark was still wearing his glasses. His big, strong hands were dwarfing your feet as he massaged them. His thumbs traced the raised hearts of your textured socks and pressed gently into your arches.
The news was on in the background, and an interview came on with Lex Luthor. At the sound of his voice, Clark pushed his lips up as his grip on your foot strengthened.
You pressed your lips together to suppress a smile.
“Enjoying the interview?” he asked, looking up from behind his glasses with a stray curl on his forehead.
“I'm not even listening,” you smiled.
“Yeah,” Clark said with skepticism, then ranted to himself, “He's so full of it. Don't even get me started on Luthor Corps' new technology. Good grief.”
“Have you told him how you feel?” You asked.
Clark scoffed. “You think he gives a hoot how I feel? Gah, he’s everywhere. He has a whole newspaper in his pocket and still goes on these stupid shows.”
Clark’s nostrils flared as he focused on your feet for a moment. Then he said, “We still haven't talked about that thing.”
“What thing?” you asked with a coy glint in your eye.
Clark let out an exasperated sigh. “Don't be like this.”
He was talking about Lex Luthor trying to blackmail the two of you into sex. Lex was threatening to run a front page story on SUPERCEST, with a picture of Supergirl groping Superman in public.
He knew it wasn't even your fault that time. He was the one who'd physically taken your hand and put it on his crotch. He was the one so out of control with desire ever since he finally fucked you.
You were smug about it, too: Finally, the choir boy had messed up. You felt like an angel, for once.
“Okay, I'll bite. How'd you get him to drop the story?” You asked.
Clark paused, scratched his cheek, then looked down at your feet and muttered, “I didn't.”
“You what??” You asked.
“I didn't,” he admitted, looking you in the face that time. Then, he got defensive: “You were right there! I said let him run it.”
And then he’d stormed out of Luthor’s office, taking you with him. But you’d heard Clark on the phone that night, reasoning with Lex, telling him to wait until after Christmas, at least. If Lex wanted his new paper to be family friendly, SUPERCEST couldn't be one of his first stories.
“But he didn't run it,” you said.
“He didn’t run it *yet*,” Clark clarified. “He's gonna run it Saturday. No one reads the weekend edition anyway.”
“Then we've still got time!” You sat up straight.
“No,” Clark shook his head.
“We have to stop this,” you insisted.
Clark glanced at the TV, did a double take, and your gaze followed his eyes as they narrowed on the chyron: “LUTHOR TEASES WEEKEND NEWS DROP.”
You grabbed the remote control and turned up the volume.
The news anchor said, “This has got to be some pretty big news in the world of superheros…. I mean, earth shattering. Am I right?”
“Oh, it's gonna knock your socks off,” Lex confirmed. He took a sip of water from his mug, then looked directly at the camera and said, “you know, unless someone knocks mine off first.”
Your mouth fell open with a scoff, and your eyes betrayed you with the way they lit up.
“There's still time,” You repeated and pulled your feet back, ready to spring into action.
Clark held both your ankles in the firm grip of one massive hand.
You picked up your phone, and your thumbs raced across the keyboard in a blur.
“You're not texting him,” Clark glared, close to losing his patience. A vein was surfacing on his neck.
“I'm texting Lena,” you muttered, furiously typing.
“Texting Lena.” Clark scoffed. “Is she coordinating her brother's blackmail now? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were enjoying this,” he accused you.
“You really want it in the paper?” You challenged. “You're not worried about Superman's image?"
“Oh, don't even try that." Clark pulled you toward him by your ankles, then snatched your phone and pointed an indignant finger in your face. "Don't you go there with me." He tossed your phone into the nearby armchair.
You retorted, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you want the world to know.”
“Oh, please.”
“All we had to do was let him watch, but you'd rather the whole world find out than do it in front of Lex ONE time? Stop being such a baby.”
“We're not doing this.” Clark pinned you to the sofa, eyes searing, nearly glowing behind his glasses.
“Don't make me overpower you,” you complained, “It's such a turn-off.”
“Maybe you need one,” Clark snapped.
He shoved a hand down into your soft pants. His wide hand forced your thighs apart as his fingers slid wetly between your legs.
“Oh, come on!” he shouted. “For LEX???”
“What? Not for Lex!” You objected, cheeks heating.
“Bull-oney,” Clark snapped, then pushed his middle finger into you. “You wanna do it in front of him. It turns you on.”
“No, I just think–I think we should handle it.”
“Uh-huh,” Clark nodded, adding his ring finger.
“It’s not about me—gross!--You could just let him suck your cock,” you suggested.
“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Clark asked, curling his fingers with contempt. “You heard him: he wants us *both*... bet you've got all kinds of scenes in that sick little head of yours.”
“You wanna see it in the paper so bad,” you said. “I bet you jerk off about it.”
“Ohhh my gosh,” Clark muttered under his breath as he withdrew his fingers. “Un…believable.” He tugged at your waistband, and with your help, your pants were on the floor in a flash.
Your pussy throbbed at the sight of the massive protrusion in his soft pants. The veins on the backs of his hands swelled as he held his drawstring.
“Admit it, that's what you want,” you taunted him. “For everyone to know I'm yours.”
There he was: Angry Clark, still in his glasses, muscles bursting out of a tight, white tee as his chest heaved. Finally, he shoved his waistband down.
You spread your legs around him and used your socked feet to help push the pants down over his butt.
Clark nodded toward the television. “You like this? Feel like he's watching right now?”
“It's not about HIM, oh my God, you're so childish.”
"I'm childish?" Clark repeated. “Ohhh, wow.” He paused with his big, veiny cock in his big, veiny hand.
“You sure you wanna do this? You could fuck his throat instead," you offered.
Clark ignored the comment and sucked in a chest full of air as he considered what he was about to do. He was about to ruin a decent streak of not fucking you. He was about to throw away all the self control he'd rebuilt after detoxing from the delirium of soaking his dick in your cunt.
Each time he weaned himself off you, he tried to remember just how tortuous it was…how his balls ached.
His eyes darkened. He was done for.
You wrapped your legs around him, pulling his hips closer, making the leaking head of his cock bob against your dripping heat.
He shoved his length into you, punching a moan from your depths as his eyes rolled back and his face tilted toward the ceiling. His neck vein throbbed and his Adam's apple jutted into the air with a slow groan of relief.
"Bet you'd like this on the front page," you taunted, "X-rated edition."
"Good Gosh," Clark breathed.
He pulled his hips back, then let his weight carry him forward again, slamming into you with a scowl.
His face relaxed as he began to thrust into you at a steady pace.
After pounding you in silence for a minute, he began to tense again, then groaned in frustration. "He's never gonna leave us alone,” Clark complained.
“There might be one other option,” you said.
Clark slowed his pace, slid his thick manhood fully in, and asked, “What option?”
“Deny, deny, deny,” you answered. “Say it’s a deepfake.”
“So…. lie?” Clark asked, grinding his hips deeper. It was against his code, but his code was suffering lately.
“For a good cause,” you confirmed. “To protect Superman’s image…which stands for hope…”
“Ugh,” Clark gritted his teeth, and you admired his muscular neck as he looked above you, deep in thought, hips moving again.
You peeled off your shirt and watched his curls fall as he hung his head and admired the way your body took him. “Of course, in that case we’d have to stop,” you pointed out.
“STOP?” Clark asked. He squinted with a slow thrust, then tried to control the volume of his voice as he asked, “Stop what?”
“Stop this,” you gestured between your bodies. “Stop… fucking your cousin.”
“You think I can STOP?” he shouted with a sharp thrust.
“Yeah,” you answered, then wrapped your legs around his massive trunk. “But I don’t want you to.”
Clark sighed, then pummeled you with heavy breaths and grunts.
He didn't need to come in you, he thought to himself.
He didn't need to.
He didn't need to.
As he approached climax, he said, “Don’t let me.”
“I won’t,” you assured him, “I won’t let–ahh,” you cut yourself off with a moan.
“Don’t let me cum in you,” he begged.
“I won’t–won’t let you cum in me,” you panted, words broken by the force of his thrusts.
“Come on my tits,” you offered.
The struggle was evident on his face, and in the tension of his neck.
“It’s for your own good,” you reminded him in a soothing voice.
If Clark came inside you, his body would shift into hyperdrive semen production–even more than usual. His balls would be aching around the clock to be emptied. You’d never get a break.
He pulled his hips back, but couldn’t bring himself to pull out. He looked down, curls bouncing with shallow thrusts, desperation plastering his face.
“I ca–I dunno if I–Ugh,” his face strained with the mental effort of this nearly impossible task.
“God damnit, Clark,” you pushed your palms into his chest and shoved him off, making him fly backwards as your pussy clenched and your spine arched.
The force of your push would have set a normal man crashing through the wall, but he counteracted the momentum and paused, suspended in the air, admiring your pretty face all screwed up as you writhed below him.
“Fuck,” you breathed, “Ughhh.”
Clark floated forward and pumped himself furiously, biting his lip. Then, he pointed his cock at your tits and erupted. It felt like a hot supersoaker on your chest. It kept coming, and coming, glazing your breasts. You could practically feel it–your walls fluttered, wanting it inside so bad, you could have cried. The pressure was hot behind your eyes.
“Jesus Christ,” you breathed, looking down at your shiny skin as the last of his seed dribbled onto you.
Clark looked over your face and chest as he caught his breath, then asked, “you okay?”
“I… I dunno,” you admitted.
Clark squinted in concern, then lowered himself onto you, and rested his cheek on your sticky breast.
“You’re getting it all over yourself.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered. He wiped his face all over the mess, then began to kiss your breasts. For the moment, you’d forgotten about Lex and his stupid newspaper.
You swallowed the tiniest knot in your throat and asked, “Do you ever wonder why it’s like this?”
“Why it’s so much?” Clark looked up with his cheeks and chin, even his nose, all shiny.
“No, why it wants inside me so bad,” you clarified and slotted your fingers into his hair.
Clark took a deep breath, then exhaled sharply.
“It’s just me, right?” you asked.
Did it want to be inside you that bad, or did it just want to be inside someone? Would it settle for Lex Luthor’s throat?
When Clark didn’t answer, you tightened your fingers in his curls and gently tugged, making him look at you.
“Clark.. It’s just me, right?” You pleaded.
His eyes were as wide as ever as they looked back and forth between yours. “Yeah,” he whispered, “of course,” then planted a soft, salty kiss on your lips.
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tysm for reading!
ty anon for your interest, and special thanks to @aurorawritestoescape and @just-consume-it for your support ❤️❤️❤️
I feel like an addict 😭 every time you give us some Clark Kent x supergirl, I just want more and more, pls give us more 🙏 we need like Clark Kent x super freaked out!supergirl (your previous post inspired me fr, she def likes being blackmailed 🫡)
Lmao OK here's a snippet 🫣 18+ cousin incest. No Return universe, Negotiations storyline
“He's got a whole newspaper in his pocket and still goes on all these stupid shows,” Clark complained, but neither of you changed the channel. Clark got quiet, and his nostrils flared as he looked down at your feet in his lap. “We haven't talked about that thing," he said.
“What thing?” you asked with a coy glint in your eye, knowing full well what he was referring to.
He was talking about the time Lex Luthor tried to blackmail the two of you into sex, threatening to run a front page story on SUPERCEST, with a shot of Supergirl groping Superman in public.
Clark sighed. “Don't be like this.” He was the one who'd physically taken your hand and put it there, and you were smug about it not being your fault.
“Okay, I'll bite. How'd you get him to drop the story?” You asked.
Clark paused, scratched his cheek, then looked down at your feet and muttered, “I didn't.”
“You what??” You asked.
"I didn't,” he repeated, looking you in the face that time. Then, he got defensive: “You were right there! I said let him run it.”
But you’d heard Clark on the phone that night, reasoning with Lex, telling him to wait until after Christmas, at least. If Lex wanted his new paper to be family friendly, SUPERCEST couldn't be one of his first stories.
“He's gonna run it Saturday. No one reads the weekend edition anyway.”
“Then we've still got time!” You sat up straight.
“No,” Clark shook his head.
“We have to stop this,” you insisted.
Clark glanced at the TV, did a double take, and your eyes followed his gaze as it narrowed.
The chyron read, “LUTHOR TEASES WEEKEND NEWS DROP.”
You grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.
The news anchor said, “This has got to be some pretty big news. I mean, earth shattering. Am I right?”
“Oh, it's gonna knock your socks off,” Lex confirmed. He took a sip of water from his mug, then looked directly at the camera and said, “you know, unless someone knocks mine off first.”
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this turns into bickering and sex lol so you have that to look forward to
Begging for a crumb (a bit more than a crumb) of Clark Kent x supergirl 🙏🙏 do you have any WIPs you can give us a sneak peak of?
Intrusive Thoughts
same trip as Christmas Wish in the No Return universe.
18+ cousin incest, explicit thots ft Bruce & Lex
“Everything good between you and Bruce?" Pa asked like he was just making conversation.
"Yeah," Clark answered, annoyed at himself for his prior outburst. He couldn't help but snap at the idea of Bruce dating you.
"Can't beat yourself up too much, son."
"About what?" Clark asked.
"Not takin’ her in when she was younger--I mean, when she first got here.”
Clark's stomach dropped, and he stared at the dirt.
"Guess I'm sayin'... if ya wanna make up for lost time, that's swell... But she ain't a little girl, son. Heck, she's old as you... can't protect her from everything."
Clark's jaw flexed. His father assumed the best of him, assumed he just wanted to shield you from all the men who could hurt you. He felt sick with guilt.
"You’ve gotta share,” Pa said.
Having zoned out, Clark squinted at his Pa.
His father answered the silent question: "With the world, son… With anyone she wants."
Share you.
Clark's mind came alive with intrusive thoughts:
You and Bruce on the Bat Pod: You, horizontal under the bat man as he weaved through the streets of Gotham with his cock straining his uniform, and your hips lifting to feel his big, stiff dick, feel every vein, feel it throb against you until you plunged your hand into his trunks and helped his leaking tip find your dripping hole... you, stuffed with bat cock for a high-octane version of the tractor ride. You, chained to a wall in the Bat Cave's sex dungeon, tits overflowing a black, leather tube dress, inner thighs glazed with cum. Gosh darn it, you'd look good in chains... you'd look so good...
Share you.
With anyone you wanted.
"Right," Clark said through gritted teeth, willing away thoughts of you and...Lex, God forbid. But not without him. Absolutely not without Clark. No, Lex would have to start in the cuck chair, watching Clark pound you from behind. Lex Luthor, mesmerized by your bouncing tits as you took every inch of super cock. Lex Luthor stroking himself with LutherCorp lube, rising to his feet with his eyes glued on Clark as he approached the bed. Lex Luthor, making eye contact with Clark while shooting a load all over your tits. Was that what you wanted? Did you like being blackmailed? Did you like it?
Clark took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart rate. He tried to relax his neck. “You’re right, Pa. She can handle herself.”
“Attaboy,” Jonathan said, then stood up with a sigh and left Clark on the bench, doubled over with a throbbing erection.
A handyman buys you a drink on Christmas. As you become woozy, he insists on getting you home safe, and coming in to look at a plumbing issue you mentioned.
Hi love, I hope you're having a great Christmas💕 I was wondering if you could possibly do a drabble of krampus (red one) where he hates you but there's only one bed and you've got to share with him. Maybe hate fucking? Or somnophilia? Thank you love 💕💕
Shared jail cell
KRAMPUS x READER, 500 words
⚠️ 18+ Noncon somnophilia, size dif, cockwarming, cum inflation, no plot.
"As much as I'd like to see you suffer for getting us captured.... I can't let you freeze, little one." Krampus joined you on the mattress on the floor of your shared jail cell. He'd been stripped of his chains during processing, and you'd been sedated.
He much preferred you like this: quiet and pliant. If you hadn't been injected, he was sure you'd be crying on your knees, but this was just as well. He could take his time deciding what to do with you. He could play with you just like a toy while you slept, then taste your tears a different day.
The mattress was too short, but his fuzzy, muscular trunk radiated heat. His hand covered your abdomen to pull your shivering body against him and hold you like a little spoon. His nipples hardened, and his belly swelled against you.
Krampus retracted his claws and slid his large hand under your dress to explore your body with the smooth pads of his fingers. You were so beautifully made. Feeling your pretty little features ignited a fire in his depths, drawing warmth from his every limb, making heat pool in his gut. His cock grew engorged with his hot, beastly blood, stiffening more with every moment he lay against you. It demanded to be sheathed in your pretty little insides.
You'd stopped shivering, and a soft moan escaped your lips with his stiff desire hot against your back. Krampus pulled your panties off, then wedged a thick finger between your thighs, sliding it against your slippery cunt. "You have just the place for me," he muttered to you in your sleep and lifted your thigh. "I keep you warm, and you return the favor."
A monstrous erection prodded at your cunt, then a massive hand held you by the waist. Krampus pulled you down on his cock as he thrust into your snug little pussy, forcing your insides apart with his superhuman girth. He could only sheath half his length in you. "That's a nice hug, little one," he cooed and began to wield you on his cock, breathing rough and hot into your hair as he fucked himself with your body until he drained his monster balls in you. He fell asleep safisfied with his hand on your belly, round with his cum.
You woke up whimpering at the overwhelming fullness of his unforgiving cock plugging you. The swelling of the organ had gone down after he came, but it was still larger than a normal man's. Larger than you should he able to take. Krampus hummed, "Mmmm," in his slumber as you slid yourself off his cock with great effort.
When you were off and the pressure released, you felt different. Krampus adjusted his position around you and stroked the curve of your belly. Your clit throbbed at the realization of your new shape: so bloated with the load of this beast that you felt pregnant. He was planning to keep you like this.
SUMMARY: You join the Garcia family on their Christmas trip to a small cabin.
WARNINGS: 18+, heavy degradation, unsafe sex, masturbation, creampies, voyeurism, exhibitionism, incest-adjacent thoughts, infidelity, ref to fisting, dirty talk, surveillance
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