I’m literally so obsessed with your subby mommy room mate and Clark I have reread them several times. I would give anything to see how cry baby love dovey Clark acts jealous. Maybe he sees the room mate being gentle with someone else and he’s not used to being jealous but just he just comes to her pathetically for help, maybe even in front of the other person and someone else sees how subby he is for the room mate, idk I just need more of them I’m obsessed
warning(s): explicit 18+, mommy kink, oral fixation, sub!clark, whiny baby clark, another installment to roommates au
clark wishes he could wipe his slate clean. go a week without crying, go a week without overthinking every minor glance and word spoken to him. everything felt deeply, devastatingly personal. of course he’s been told his sensitivity is his strength, that he’s able to feel things on a level many people couldn’t even begin to reach, and he shouldn’t try burying any of it or stifling what’s really on his mind, in his heart. his very own roommate (who is so much more than that now) has told him so herself.
so he tries to do it. to be as raw and forthcoming about what’s haunting him. confess what’s actually got his every insecurity running wild.
it’s nine o’clock. they’re in her room, of course. clark’s room collects dust and remains empty, cold. she doesn’t allow him to sulk alone in his room for long before she’s beckoning him right back to hers, massaging his big arms, telling him about her most recent favorite movie. clark actively listens but something still felt off, like he was wearing his smile with too much effort behind it, like his eyes didn’t match what he was trying to display. after his third very obviously fake laugh, she asks him if something got to him that he’s been trying to run away from.
clark sighs and knows he wore his heart on his sleeve. it was useless trying to hide anything from her. “I…. I love you momma,” clark kisses her thigh. digs his head further in her lap, hands clasping over her thighs while he nuzzles himself deeper. he couldn’t ever seem to get deep enough, close enough. “I love you so much. and you… you love me too? I’m your baby boy?”
she plays with his hair and then turns his head to get a view of his facial expression, seeing it slapped all over his face when he was trying to hide an emotion or when he needed the validation. she looks into his eyes and finds both. observes the pout, the glint in his eye that told her that her answer will determine everything.
“of course. you’ll always be my baby boy. you know I never get tired reminding you how loved you really are. especially by me,” she answers. plays with a curl while clark takes it in, tries to swallow more of his dreaded thoughts down that keep wanting to burst.
“yeah, yeah but you only want… me? you don’t ever look at other guys and think they could… I don’t know, kiss you better than I do? I’m a lot. I just feel like I’m too much sometimes.”
she squints and tries to ponder how to answer such a foolish, nonsense question. but she nevertheless was still proud of him for always spelling out his worries so clear.
“clark. clark look at me.”
his lip wiggles just at the commanding tone, ripping his head up and hoping he can outrun his impending tears.
“I will never,” she grabs his face and smooths her thumb right under his eye, “have never thought of anyone else that could somehow measure up to who I have laying down on me right now. not ever. baby what would make you think that? you can tell me.”
the moment is still fresh in his mind. clark has hit pause and play and has replayed it so many times he gets sick at just the mere thought of it.
watching one of her coworkers laugh too loud at one of her jokes. compliment her for her homemade brownies she brought in and left for everybody in the breakroom. brushed off a stray piece of her hair that landed on the back of her shirt. clark feels steam coming out of his ears knowing he’s around her for eight hours a day, five days a week. when clark comes to her work to drop off some lunch for her, that same bald head is leaning in, completely hovering into her space with the help of some piss poor work excuse for why he’s invading her space. it disgusted clark. it made him want to lash out, get territorial, punch the man through the wall and then cry and suckle on his mommy’s tit until she forgave him for acting so out of line.
she couldn’t help how sweet she naturally was. it was what made him fall for her, open up to her about all of his struggles so easily. she was a magnetic force that could unfortunately attract more guys than just clark.
“I just get scared that you’ll see the best in someone else. you’re the most beautiful woman, and other men have eyes that—that frankly I want to gouge out for even trying to get a good look at you,” he rolls his own eyes, pressing his lips together to hold more back. “I want to protect you as much as you always protect me.”
“baby, baby is this about—“
“I saw him,” clark uncontrollably interjects. “that co-worker. you know the one. I saw him looking at your chest. and he uses any excuse to—to touch you, and I just want to know that you’re all mine and I’m all yours, and that no one like him’s gonna get between us,” his voice cracks. a tear escapes from his eye and she wipes it off and keeps petting his hair, nodding her head in understanding.
“I’m telling you right here and right now, he is gross. to me, to a lot of the women around the office. I’m pretty sure he’s invited most of them to his boat on weekends and it creeps me out. he has tried to ask about my personal life before,” she goes on. clark’s grip on her thigh gets tightened unconsciously. “I’ve told him that I’m in love. I have someone at home that I’m never letting go. no one could kiss me better than you. no one could fall asleep between my legs and look as cute as you do.”
“mommy…” clark smiles, embarrassed as he sniffles and wipes another tear out from his eyes. “I just have to be your… your good boy, and I wanna please you. wanna be the best I can be for you so you don’t start looking anywhere else. I know you’d get a lot of options, takers.”
“no one that could ever replace or compare to what’s right in front of me.”
she swallows up a sob that threatens to leak from clark’s throat as he helplessly kisses her back, moaning in her mouth as she ducks her head and lets her hair fall down around his face.
clark rubs her extended knees and quiets down more into the kiss the wetter it gets, tongues enmeshed in a brawl as he smoothly licks into her and tangles the tip of his with hers.
“I love you mommy.”
“I need you so much mommy.”
“can’t let anyone else have you.”
“I’m gonna be the only one.”
clark whimpers out strings of promises while he tugs at her shirt and latches right onto a nipple and suckles, humming like he’d been thirsty all this time. he gently laps at the bud and bites down just as gently too, going back in for a lick and a suck.
“maybe he can look at your chest and dream about it but what he can’t do is this.”
he eyes her, flicks his tongue and slips more of the fat of her breast in his mouth, leaving spit all over her as she vehemently nods in agreement.
clark keeps nursing like her tit is medicine for an everlasting fever. the animosity and the rage and the envy gets spat out and replaced with gut wrenching tenderness, a new wave of appreciation and even more love than was already there before.
“he wishes he could suck on them. he wishes he could suck your clit too. but I do.”
clark’s voice rasps and shakes, like he’s still convincing himself it’s real for him. he already has her. he doesn’t have anything more to prove.
once his mouth goes back in he has quiet tears running freely from his closed eyes, humming with bittersweet enjoyment as he drunkenly sucks and trades off on each tit. feels his cock angrily flip upwards and roll up to his belly.
“only you. only you baby boy. never gonna be anyone else.”
clark’s eyes are still shiny and wet. the blue hue looks a lot darker. he still catches up to his runny nose with little sniffles.
“mommy only wants me?”
“mommy only loves you.”
clark leans up to gasp through a hiccuped sob, crying against her neck while he still layers kisses upon kisses and moves up and down her throat and then lands right back onto her lips.
“don’t let any creeps think they can just up and take me away from you. and so we’re clear, to be frank with you too, I’ve also thought about gouging those ugly fucking eyes out of his whenever he tries to stare at me.”
hearing that makes clark smile, chuckle. “I can make that happen.”
“mhmm. you’ll arrange that for me?”
“oh yeah. you won’t even have to look at him on monday.”
she snorts out a long laugh at him, the laughter stretching her out and having her lie all the way back on her pillow. clark eagerly crawls up to the head of the bed to kiss her again, eat up the rest of her giggles as he maneuvers himself on top of her.
“do you feel any better, baby? be honest,” she asks. trails kisses down his stunning jawline, even going in and licking along his throat.
“I feel amazing,” clark breathes. “knowing I’m for you and you’re for me. and we can let them know. I can let them know.” clark murmurs like it’s a matter-of-fact.
“yeah? how are you gonna let them know, baby boy?”
clark just keeps his eyes on her the whole scoot back down, palming her knees and spreading them apart to accommodate his frame. kisses her clit through her panties after pulling down her sweatpants’ waistband so they were below her ass.
“you’ll see.”
after clark spends a good hour with her clit riding on his face and getting suckled by his mouth, she cums a few times and they both get so riled up and ultimately sated that they each pass out while clark remains in position. face first in her pussy, one arm outstretched over her belly. he let a few more tears go after her first orgasm, feeling more blessed to be chosen and to be validated and cared for. it pained him so much to see a stranger trying to talk to her like he knew her, touch her with no sense of boundaries or manners. hates that he’s seen the bald man even pretend he doesn’t know how to work a printer just so he could get her to bend over and ‘help’ him.
the next week comes around and clark shows up with a foot long sandwhich, a cookie, and a mini bundle of flowers to her work. meets her at her desk across from the touchy feely bald guy’s desk.
“hey baby,” clark greets. coming in for a loving kiss that he purposefully drags out, lets the smacking of their lips get a little loud to mark his claim. “I brought you lunch. these flowers were looking at me too. reminded me of you.”
“you’re so cute, clark. thank you,” she eagerly accepts his handful of gifts, setting the flowers down and taking the food to put next to her empty lunchbox. “I have a vase that’s gonna go perfect with these.”
clark can see the other man side eyeing them in his periphery. sitting in his envy, pretending he’s getting worked up about something on his computer, but clark knows it’s because it’s blatantly right in front of him that she’s fucking taken.
“I can fill that up with water for you. don’t get up, baby you’re already working too hard.”
clark dismisses any of her giggling and attempts at letting her set the flowers up, grabbing the vase and heading off to the hallway’s water fountain to fill it up. he comes back and takes the flowers out of the plastic wrapping, setting them down while they sit and start to bloom so pretty.
clark looks down and even sees one of her shoes untied and doesn’t think twice to get on a knee and grabbing her laces to tie them back up for her.
“can’t walk around with your shoes like that, you could trip,” he murmurs. doesn’t try to even hide his sneaky kiss on her knee while he gets back up and then kisses her face a few more times. showing off to the guy six feet away who’s been awkwardly clearing his throat, glancing over at them, likely wishing he could touch her in all the ways he is. clark even pulls up a chair to her cubicle, has her rest a leg in his lap while he gently squeezed and massaged the muscles above her ankle. takes the sandwich he prepared for her and holds the napkin in one palm as he fed every bite directly to her, ensuring she never had to so much as lift a finger to wipe her mouth. he does it all for her.
“I hope you like it,” clark says, sheepishly smiling as he watches her moan into another indulgent bite.
“like it? baby, I love it.”
clark laughs and wipes her mouth again, grabbing her drink and handing it to her so she can wash some food down. “you’re happy? getting full? I don’t want you to have to work hungry.”
the PDA could have disgusted or charmed anyone, how clark dotes on her and ducks his head into her. how she plays with his hair and even calls him a good boy. the coworker sits in silence, watches it all happen in front of him, never getting up to leave the scene and never making a move to speak. all’s he does is stare, fold his arms, clear his throat and scratch his bald head, pretending any anguish stems only from work. certainly not from seeing clark come in and be all over her, to be the submissive, loving caring boyfriend that had all of her preferences memorized and got to kiss her as loud and long as he wants.
clark even plays dumb and pretends his watch is broken, putting on some puppy dog eyes to plead for her to try and fix it for him.
“you’re better at this stuff than me, baby. I need help.”
he acts helpless and moans on purpose, ducking his head into her shoulder while she rolls her eyes and laughs, taking his wrist and finding he just needed to turn the gears so it was back on the correct hour.
“thank you so much, thank you. thank you,” he emphasizes again, a pointed look at her under his glasses before he leans in and kisses her temple, then her forehead, then her lips. it puts a bigger grin on clark’s face when he hears a scoff, the screech of a chair before the bald man gets up and storms to the men’s restroom.
“you did all of this on purpose, didn’t you,” she laughs, scratching his scalp and running her fingers through his mop of floppy hair while clark just shrugs and plays dumb. says it might’ve been planned, might’ve not, but he’s more than happy with the outcome regardless of his intent.
later that night clark yells and cries while he pounds her, kisses her, cums inside her. she shushes all his whimpering and lets him plant his face back into her breasts so he can soothe himself with nursing. he calms down and eventually pulls out, leaving her pussy a wet, shiny mess that he hears before he even sees.
“I need to clean you up, momma,” he murmurs. doesn’t wait for any response before he’s getting down to shove his face back between her legs and eats the cum right out of her, humming and slurping while she combs his hair and calls out his name while he licks her sensitive clit.
“all mine. all mine. and I’m all yours,” clark breathes out to her pussy. gives kitten licks between each and every word. his tongue is all wet with his own cum and all her fluids mixed and combined together as one.
“that’s right, baby boy. no one between us. no one to ever tear us apart.”
“never,” clark whimpers, sliding himself back up to the head of the bed and kissing her, long and deep, possessive and sloppy. “my mommy. mine.”
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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OH MY GOD. also thank you thank you anon!! I appreciate your support so much and everyone’s too omg im super grateful and happy people enjoy these subby crybaby clark fics
hi 🪲:) im sooooo sleepy tired lately but my apartment is slowly coming together and im really excited about that, work is ugh but im so happy to hear from you again and hope you’re doing well!!
Can we ride Clark until he’s begging you to stop and peeing in you
explicit 18+ p!ss kink Y U M beg, beg, beg
clark loves when she swings one of her legs over his lap to get on top early in the morning. hair everywhere in her face, chest hovering over him while he stares up in complete wonder and awe. he suckles on a nipple each, gently tugging and humming on them (not entirely unlike a helpless infant). his breathing picks up and he forgets to swallow the built up drool in his mouth while she yanks her red colored panties to the side to line him up to center at her slit. sinking down with a low appreciative sound, whipping her hair all to one side before leaning down to steal a warm kiss. he outright whines when he feels her pull back to tug his lip in between her teeth, his bottom lip stuck out and stretching.
it feels so good when she’s sinking down at the same time, giving him the most electric mixtures of pain and pleasure while when she pulls his hair, bites his lip, scratches and digs her nails directly into his biceps and shoulders. he’ll whither in pain but still can’t help but egg her on to keep going, to go harder, to have at him as much as she wanted. she takes the challenge beautifully. pinching his nipples, swiveling her hips back and forth in jagged motions while he whines and cries out her name.
after around the twenty minute mark of her having all her fun torturing him and teasing him, clark feels just how full his bladder had gotten deep down in his lower stomach while she’s bouncing. he remembers chugging some water late in the night before rolling over to fall back asleep, and it passed him by that he hadn’t had a chance to relieve himself at all of everything he drank and the thought was catching up with him. a cruel reminder of neglecting his bodily needs stays knotted up in his stomach, the pleasure loosening him up and making it that much harder to keep holding all of it in.
so he grabs onto her hips and squeezes a couple times to signal it to her.
“baby, baby get up a second. hold on.”
“we just started,” she pouts with a hard roll on top of every inch of him, feeling the bristle of hair of his happy trail. clark wants to laugh at that, that she claims they just started when it had been a full twenty minutes of her on top of his dick taking everything she wanted. but the laughter doesn’t really come, not when the irritable feeling bubbles in his gut of being so full after not even getting out of bed all morning to relieve himself.
“I know, I know, I promise I won’t be long. please? I can’t keep holding it, not when you’re bouncing like that,” he pleads, parting her hair to the other side and holding her face to pull her in for a kiss.
she eyes him up and down. “you’re gonna cum already?”
he snorts at the judgement in her tone, shaking his head. “no. no, I just have to pee.”
her eyes start to mischievously smile at him before her smirk even starts to form. he knows what that look means.
“you’re not going anywhere. I’m not letting you.”
clark sighs and trails nibbles and kisses up her collarbone, pleading. “what if I keep saying please? please, please, please…..” he suckles a little purple mark down her neck, trying to win his way. “please can I get up to go pee? thirty seconds and then I’m all yours again.”
“you’re already all mine,” she taunts, slowly inching her hips up before jolting him with a rough slam back down. clark’s moan is strangled, punched right out of him while she does it again, eyeing him with a sadistic stare. “so that’s not gonna work. you’re gonna stay right here, beneath me. where you belong. don’t you agree? don’t you belong right here, in me, underneath me?”
clark winces and rushed to nod, almost bumping his head and gulping the nerves that spun in his throat. “yes, yes. yeah I do. I know I do… I just can’t hold it if you—“
“I don’t mind.”
he watches with glassy eyes while she shrugs that it’s no big deal to her, resuming her pace like there wasn’t any interruption at all. clark is struck with a tight wave in his gut, the urge to let it all loose threatening him off the edge closer.
“oh gosh, oh gosh please… please I can’t — I can’t hold it for long, it’s gonna be such a mess….” he warns with a helpless plea for mercy. tugging her up by her hips to no avail, no giving in.
her nose brushes the tip of his nose when she leans in to get closer, face to face, eye to eye. with a stern grasp of his chin in one of her hands, she’s telling him with every ounce of her body language that she is not going to lose this fight.
“and I said no.”
now it’s his turn to claw at her shoulders, at her back. whimpering while she continues bouncing up and down without a care in the world for his full bladder and constant warnings.
“baby, baby it’s…. it’s close…. it’s gonna start coming out, you’re making it worse—just please let me—“
she doesn’t stop. she only goes faster. harsh slaps echo the more she moves, closing her eyes with her devilish smile while she feels his stomach jump beneath her palms. clark begs her to get off, begs her to allow him relief. she reminds him again if he gets up and leaves their bed to the toilets then she isn’t letting him back inside her.
clark is wide eyed and pitiful, little whines let out with each pump she throws down on his weight. “that’s… this isn’t fair, it isn’t fair, I need to—babe seriously—“
her hand is harsh as it snatches a grip over his mouth to muffle any more talking, telling him to shush while she swirls her pussy over him again, and again, and again.
“shh. you’re gonna lose your privilege to talk.”
clark stayed obediently silent for another few moments, squeezing her hip in an ever growing agony as she clenched down onto his dick while he was lodged in at the hilt. his eyes roll back and he swears he leaked a little bit of piss by accident.
“baby girl…. I’m sorry I didn’t go before we started…. if you’re really not gonna let me—“
“I said you’re not allowed to get up, and that if you do I won’t sit back down on this cock. I didn’t say you weren’t allowed to pee,” she corrects, leaning in to capture his lips again while he hums in her mouth and furrows his brows.
“what?”
“you say you have to pee, then pee.”
clark looks helpless and confused and in pain. he holds her stare with his timid look back, almost pouting while she tightens down on him again, speeding back up to her quick, hard pace. the way their skin wetly slaps together adds a loud echo, making clark unable to resist anymore when the gears in his body start to flush out anything he’s been trying hard to keep holding in.
he gasps on a particularly long, slow, deep thrust, accidentally squirting out another short spurt after his bladder threatens to let go.
“you’re, you’re really—you gotta be kidding— wait, stop, stop, stop.”
she doesn’t even react, still carefree taking everything she wants from him, unchanged from feeling the warm gush start to flow out of him and straight into her. clark hissed and apologizes profusely, stumbling over his words and his moans while piss splashes between them as she moves. it bursts through the floodgates of her walls and lands all over his groin on the way as it’s coming out, gushing in a clear, hot puddle. clark’s head is floating from finally having relief, but his cheeks and his neck turn so red from embarrassment it appeared like he’d been slapped.
“awww. does that feel better? you’re going so much. don’t hold it in, that’s it. let it all go.”
clark whimpers and bites onto her shoulder. “ah, ahhh I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby I’ll clean us up…. mmm I’m sorry, it feels so good… I can enjoy you now. I had to stay inside you, I couldn’t leave,” he pants, letting the last remnants spurt out until he’s fully empty and ready for his turn to fuck her like he’s wanted to all over these now piss soaked sheets.
“all better?” she breathes, still sliding herself up and down ever so gently on his piss covered cock. she ruffles his hair around and laughs at his dazed half-lidded look, like he’s blissed out from adrenaline.
“all better, so much better,” he gulps. kisses her shoulder where he’d left little bite marks, slowly easing his hips upwards off the bed to thrust into her, not paying the mess he made any mind. and she didn’t seem to either.
“you still wanna stop?” she teases, wiping some sweat off his forehead with the back of her hand. he sniffles and quickly shook his head in an adamant no, hugging her closer to his chest with his arms tangled up behind her back, pressing. “you were really begging me.”
“I know, I know,” clark rushed. he feels the warm, pleasant feeling of the wet sheet beneath their bodies, still felt the drops that lingered down both his and hers inner thighs. the grotesque, humiliating nature of the act itself of making him piss himself inside her somehow riled him up beyond belief. he wasn’t sure whether to run away and hide or to try to get himself to piss inside her again. “please keep going, can we? I’m better, I’m all better now. I swear.”
“so what have we learned?”
clark’s nervous blue eyes anxiously trail up and down her body and below right between where they are joined together, their sticky skin still damp from his mess. he takes a deep breath.
“I won’t ask to get up and leave you if I have to go again, I’ll stay right here. where I belong,” he shakily finished. hugs her tighter while she’s seated on top of him all the way, bowing his head down and shoving his moppy head of hair at her chest. “I’m sorry.”
“you did so well. don’t be embarrassed. we all have to sometimes. keep being my good boy like this. that’s perfect.”
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I love begging pleading pissing clark so bad this request is perfection it’s been in my drafts way too long
never in my life have I been a late person - on time even felt late and early was always my safest option. now on meds I’m strolling into work 20mins late after my lunch break and nobody gaf. Freeing
Your fics are so nasty and cunty sometimes I open tumblr just to check if you posted one, its like reading the morning newspaper for me <3 I would love to read some fluff from you if you ever decide to, I think you would do so great!! anyways thank you for posting and sharing and I hope you are doing well diva xoxo
awww I adore this - im the daily newspaper 🥰 I would absolutely LOVE exploring fluff pieces and angst pieces I especially feel for the angsty smutty ones, but absolutely agree that I wanna go towards that bubble too!! my inbox is always open and flooded with fun ideas, I love hearing people’s ideas! people can always give me an angsty prompt or fluff one I’d be happy to deliver my best🤑 +I hope you’re doing well too, its my pleasure to post and play around with fun ideas and thoughts (:
and clark being an anxiety ridden angsty boy is also my complete fav as of recent oh my godd
