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[wtredprch]

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[tchetcheca]

no shade (maybe just a little) to who does this, but i ask, plea, beg, scream for yall to stop using THE SMALLEST FONT EVER ON YOUR FICS

like im usually reading fics at night = no glasses on, this means I can't see shit when they are written in smurf sized letters

and bcs of that i end up not reading fics that I wanted to just because is so uncomfortable to read them

[wtredprch]

Hello A! Your Scott x Stripper fic was delicious 🤤 I picture him bringing her a plan B the next morning with a coffee and being kind of a dick in a playful way. How do you see that playing out?

oh he’d absolutely be a dick but it was just a front for barely concealed offense to the little “i don’t want babies with someone as dumb as you” comment, and he’d wanted a bit of payback.

he’d stop by with a coffee, the plan b, some breakfast, and even some condoms just in case plus he was hoping he’d get some before work

and then after breakfast you’d have a quick fuck on the couch or bent over the table or something and you’d make an offhand comment about scott not putting the condom on or something and he’d go “oh, but i thought you didn’t want babies with someone as me? am i still dumb? tell me, am i dumb now?” all while his dick was just relentlessly ramming into you to the point where you couldn’t make a coherent thought let alone speak, and he knew that

idk what it is about scott specifically bc i usually hate cocky narcissists like him but idk… he does something to me…

pls keep sending scott thots!!!! very much in my scott era

[wtredprch]

- with benefits?

pairing: strip club manager scott x fem stripper reader (fwb) tags: 18+ smut, soft dom ish scott i guess, lowk yearner Scott, doggy/prone bone in the back of his truck, blowjob, breeding kink, cream pie, uhhh idk sex i guess wc: 2.7k (went a little bonkers...) a/n: wow! look at me writing for someone that's not clark!! this isnt proofread ignore typos ig my inbox is open if anyone has horny thots to keep me going i'd love that.... also another shocker im writing dom character and not reader for once ik who am i... also i dont remember shit from this movie and idk how storms work so srry if there are any inaccuracies. anyways i die behind scott being davids hottest character cus like ugh.... look at him..... n e wayz constructive criticism is always welcome tysm for reading !

scott hadn't meant to get this attached, especially not to a stripper of all people, someone who is a professional flirt.

it was supposed to be a seasonal job. storm season was over, he wasn’t needed at stormpar, but he still needed money. so, he stupidly took a job at a strip club, managerial stuff. setting up the schedules, paying the girls, making sure everything was up to code.

but then, there was you. from the first night he saw you, you’d inadvertently planted yourself like a little leech into his brain. scott said he liked all the girls the same, but everyone knew you were his favorite. he’d be more lenient if you were late or wanted to leave early, gave you advances on your pay with no complaint, let you take as much time off as you wanted. 

and that was before you even got involved. he remembers the night so well. you were in need of a ride home after the girl you always went home with couldn’t take you, so scott, like the gentleman he was, offered himself up. the night ended with you leaned over the center console of the car, sucking his cock as you sat parked outside of your apartment building.

since then, it was a casual hookup thing. nothing too serious. at least, that’s what he’d tell you. but inside, the little leech had attached itself to his heart and not his dick anymore. he found himself craving exclusivity, affection, anything and everything that would shift your relationship from a simple fuck twice a week to actual boyfriend-girlfriend. but he would never tell you that. he wanted to keep his cool guy, not a single fuck to give facade up for as long as he could.

for now, he was satisfied with your… partnership. 

one night, he found himself hunched over his desk office at the club. it was late, 4am, with some straggling partiers and perverts left in the bar, only a few girls left up doing dances. 

scott’s eyes were glued to the computer screen, sluggishly making the schedule for next week. he was also going purposefully slow, because he knew you’d already finished your shift and you were getting ready to leave, and he wanted to still be there when you left.

and sure enough, he heard those telltale knocks at the door before he saw your head peeking through. you were ready to go—makeup off, dressed into a baggy t-shirt, a big hoodie, baggy sweats, slides, just ready for the night to be over. “hey, scotty. i need a favor,” you say in an artificially sweet coo.

“nope.”

“oh, come on, i haven’t even said what it is!”

“i learned my lesson from last time, your favors always end in disaster.”

“just listen!” you exasperatedly exclaim. “i need you to put me on schedule for wednesday. night shift, morning shift, i don’t care, i just need an extra shift.”

his brows immediately furrowed at that. scott knew your schedule like the back of his hand. you always had wednesday off, you’d told him you needed the day to rest and reset. plus, there was always this one creep that rolled in on wednesdays that always tried some pervy shit with you that you wanted to avoid at all costs.

“you always take wednesday off,” scott tentatively reminds.

“i know… but i need money, scotty, so might as well pick up an extra shift. that doesn’t hurt anybody,” you shrug.

“you need money for what?” scott, a bit defensively, asks. he hated the idea of you needing to work and dance for that creep just to make ends meet, and if he could help it, you wouldn’t need to.

“jesus, scott, what’s with the interrogation? we live in a capitalist world! you sorta need money to live!” you, partly sarcastically, exclaim, dramatically waving your hands around.

“you know that’s not what i meant,” scott huffs. “what’s got you money tight?”

“what, are you my accountant all of a sudden?”

“baby… come on,” scott sighs, his voice lowering into the soft and sultry tone that only you got to hear.

“whatever, my cat’s been sick and her medication is being paid for out of pocket and it’s totally wiping me out, and now i’m short on cash for rent. no big deal, i’ll be fine by next month, i just need a little extra for now.”

“how much?”

“what?”

“how much do you need for rent?” scott asks, his hand already snaking to his back pocket to reach for his wallet.

“scott.”

“babe.”

“scott, i'm not taking that. i’m a big girl, i can handle working an extra night with a sorta creepy customer who tips big,” you shrug.

“how. much?” 

you sigh, rubbing your temples in frustration before answering: “600 dollars.”

scott didn’t even react. he didn’t huff, he didn’t groan, he didn’t complain. he simply opened his wallet, pulled out 6 crisp hundred dollar bills, and slapped them onto your palm. “you know i don’t like seeing you with that client. big tipper or not. as manager… my priority is the safety of my girls,” he softly said, peeking out from behind your back to make sure no one was around before wrapping one big hand around your hip and tugging you closer.

“oh? that so?” you chuckle, your own hands coming up to comb over his hair. 

“you know i always take care of my girls,” he whispers, ducking his head to press his lips against your forearm.

“girls, plural? i thought what we had was special,” you softly, sarcastically, chuckle, nudging his head up with your knuckle under his chin.

he didn’t bother responding to that. despite the jest, you both knew what you had was different. even without having conversations about potential exclusivity, you already were. ever since you started seeing each other, even if it was a fuck or two a week, you both stopped fucking other people. you didn’t even do lap dances anymore, strictly pole work. you didn’t even consciously register the change, it just felt natural.

scott also cut off all the loose ends on his part. every random ex he’d fuck once in a blue moon? over. that one hot waitress he banged every now and again? cut off. it felt wrong. the former ladies man changed for you. and you weren’t even really dating, but it felt right.

“well, thank you. i actually need another favor. mandy was supposed to drive me home tonight but she left early, remember? so, now i’m stuck without a ride home… and i’m hungry…” you softly said, running a long, sharply manicured nail down the side of scott’s neck, eyes fixated on his throat as he swallowed thickly and his adam’s apple bobbed.

without a word, scott reached into his back pocket once again, pulling out the keys to his truck and handing it over to you. “wait for me outside, turn the truck on and warm it up. let me just finalize the schedule, make sure terry’s closing, and i’ll be right out,” he says, tugging you down by the shirt for a quick peck on the lips before sending you out with a smack on the ass.

a good 15 minutes passed before scott joined you in the truck. he felt all domestic like around you, even with the lack of labels—holding your hand as he drove, sneaking in kisses at red lights. maybe it was time to put a label on it.

scott made sure to pass by the local 24 hour burger place before dropping you off. he knew how strenuous the work was—pole dancing was truly harder than it looked. once you were all fed—and he paid for the food, duh—you soon found yourselves sitting in his parked truck, outside of your apartment building, without wanting to leave.

all you had to share a look and a simple “should we,” before you both slid into the backseat together. 

in an instant, scott was sat up against the backseats of the truck, with you perched comfortably on his lap, making out. his big hands were confident on your ass, squeezing and groping like it owned it. you had your hand down between his legs, rubbing him to get him hard, with the other very loosely wrapped around his throat.

“you always take such good care of me,” you whisper in between kisses, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth, before letting it go and kissing him even harder. “i wanna take care of you back.”

“you don’t need to do that,” scott counters as you lean down to kiss his neck. his hands trail up to your waist, back down to your hips, around your back, then right back to your ass, just shamelessly feeling you up. “it’s my pleasure to take care of you. it’s what you deserve. besides, you’ve been working so hard tonight. let me help you relax.”

with that, he swiftly shifted positions so that you were under him. he laid you down on the leather seats of his truck, before his hands went to your sweatpants, tugging them down and off, before he leaned back down to kiss you. your arms immediately wrapped themselves around his back, pulling him closer to you, your fingers tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck.

he slowly kissed down your body with that. his lips found your jaw, your neck, your stomach, your thighs, until finding your pussy. “come on, scotty, i wanna get right to it,” you chuckle as he tugs your panties off and gives a tentative lick to your slit.

“baby, it’s gonna hurt if i don’t.”

“oh, please, you think i can’t take it? you think that lowly of me?”

scott really had planned on going nice and slow tonight. eating you out, making you cum a few times on his tongue before fucking you nice and slow—but how could he resist when you were pretty much begging for him to be rough?

“fine.”

“fine, what?” you tease, trying to provoke him.

“fine, this,” he huffs as he firmly grabs your hips and flips you over so you are flat on your front against the seats. he kept one hand on your lower back to keep you still, the other hand working on his belt and tugging it off. with the sound of his zipper then came the sound of him spitting, a few wet schlicks, and then the nice, warm feeling of the thick head of his cock pressing at your pussy.

“shit, scotty,” you moaned out, your hand flying back to smack his abs, fingers digging into his skin as he slowly pushed in. 

“i know, i know, baby, i’ve got you,” scott grunts, his fingers flexing around your hips as he settles in, before he begins to slowly push in, pull out, warming you up just a bit. he spits on his cock, watching, enamored, as he sees his thick head push the spit in and out, lubricating you.

once you were all warmed up, he was relentless. the truck shook as he pounded into you deep, the tip of his cock nudging and prodding at your cervix with each thrust. you couldn’t even speak. you felt like his dick punched your lungs with each thrust, forcing the breath out of you.

his thick, heavy balls only added to the sensation. every thrust, his balls swung and smacked against your pussy, making your thighs give little pathetic twitches.

“see, you’re a fucking natural, baby,” scott grunts, leaning down to press his chest flat against your back, his hand coming to roughly hold your jaw and tug your head up. his thumb circled over your lips, smearing your drool all over them before he pushed his tongue into your mouth. all the while, his hips never ceased their relentless pounding against your ass.

“scotty,” you whine again, his name seemingly being the only thing you could manage saying.

“shh, i’ve got you,” he huffs into your ear, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. his free hand slid beneath you, his thumb slowly rubbing at your clit. that, combined with scott's insistent pace, flipped you over the edge. with a cry muffled by scott’s hand over your mouth, your body jerked and you squirted all over his dick, his stomach, his thighs, and he just rubbed your clit through it, coaxing it all out.

“alright, there you go.. gimme just one more, okay?” scott whispered softly as the last of it came out of you, before he slowly pushed back in. “there you go, big stretch for me, that’s it,” he grunts, feeling your pussy spasming and twitching around him from the slight overstimulation.

“i’m almost there, baby, you’re doing such a good job for me, fuck,” scott grunted as both of his hands went to hold your waist, keeping you down as he shallowly thrust in and out, just enough to get him going. 

“yeah, i want it in me, give it to me, scotty,” you whimper softly, letting out a little hiss at the delicious drag of his cock. 

“oh, yeah?”

“yeah, i want your cum in me, give me your fucking babies,” you moan out, your confidence picking back up as you grind your hips back against his. since that was coming from you of all people, it was just enough to send him over the edge. he came for what felt like hours, entirely draining himself in you, and you ground your hips back against his, coaxing it all out like he did to you.

“sit back, lemme clean you up,” you whisper softly as you feel the last of it drip into you. scott simply grunts and nods at that, pulling out before moving to sit back against the car door. you pulled your panties back up at that, letting out a quiet moan at the feeling of his cum plugging you up, before turning around and leaning down, taking hold of his dick and effortlessly taking it down your throat.

scott let out a hefty grunt at that, his fingers tangling in your hair as your tongue poked out from between your lips and lapped up at the underside of his cock, tasting both you and him on it.

scott couldn’t even speak, his eyes slightly rolled back and his head tipped against the window as you expertly sucked him off. no obnoxious gagging or coughing, just a smooth slide. he violently twitched in your mouth, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm, and soon enough he just let out a little “babe, i’m sorry” and busted deep down your throat, this load being thicker than the last.

you held your head all the way down, letting scott empty himself before you finally pulled off his dick with a pop, swallowing down his cum. “you could warn me next time, you know how much i hate the taste of cum. makes my mouth all gross and itchy,” you chuckle as you sit up and lean over to peck scott’s lips.

“well, conversely, you could warn me before squirting all over me and getting my skin and truck all sticky. you owe me for my car wash,” scott chuckles in that deep, post-o voice of his that always sent a tingle down your spine.

you both just slowly and lazily kissed before you pulled back first, forehead resting against his. “you better be at my doorstep with a plan b in the morning. i know i talk a lot during sex, but i refuse to have a baby with someone as dumb as you,” you chuckle, teasingly, riling him up with a barely hidden smirk on your face.

“that so? i might be dumb as rocks to you but you’re the one that just let me put you through the car seat and cum in you, you’re not all that smarter,” he chuckled, kissing you again, not helping himself.

casual, he told himself. that’s what this was. or at least, that’s what it was supposed to be. but now, he wasn’t so sure, but he wasn’t going to rush things either. you were both happy, who cares?

labels were complicated anyways, why bother with them? where you were standing right now, fucking basically every night, favoritism at work, cute intimate giggles after sex, that was enough for scott. more than enough.

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[wtredprch]

I DIDNT THINK YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE THIS THIS MUCH LMAO PLEASE SEND ME SCOTT REQS I LOVED WRITING HIM

[wtredprch]

- with benefits?

pairing: strip club manager scott x fem stripper reader (fwb) tags: 18+ smut, soft dom ish scott i guess, lowk yearner Scott, doggy/prone bone in the back of his truck, blowjob, breeding kink, cream pie, uhhh idk sex i guess wc: 2.7k (went a little bonkers...) a/n: wow! look at me writing for someone that's not clark!! this isnt proofread ignore typos ig my inbox is open if anyone has horny thots to keep me going i'd love that.... also another shocker im writing dom character and not reader for once ik who am i... also i dont remember shit from this movie and idk how storms work so srry if there are any inaccuracies. anyways i die behind scott being davids hottest character cus like ugh.... look at him..... n e wayz constructive criticism is always welcome tysm for reading !

scott hadn't meant to get this attached, especially not to a stripper of all people, someone who is a professional flirt.

it was supposed to be a seasonal job. storm season was over, he wasn’t needed at stormpar, but he still needed money. so, he stupidly took a job at a strip club, managerial stuff. setting up the schedules, paying the girls, making sure everything was up to code.

but then, there was you. from the first night he saw you, you’d inadvertently planted yourself like a little leech into his brain. scott said he liked all the girls the same, but everyone knew you were his favorite. he’d be more lenient if you were late or wanted to leave early, gave you advances on your pay with no complaint, let you take as much time off as you wanted. 

and that was before you even got involved. he remembers the night so well. you were in need of a ride home after the girl you always went home with couldn’t take you, so scott, like the gentleman he was, offered himself up. the night ended with you leaned over the center console of the car, sucking his cock as you sat parked outside of your apartment building.

since then, it was a casual hookup thing. nothing too serious. at least, that’s what he’d tell you. but inside, the little leech had attached itself to his heart and not his dick anymore. he found himself craving exclusivity, affection, anything and everything that would shift your relationship from a simple fuck twice a week to actual boyfriend-girlfriend. but he would never tell you that. he wanted to keep his cool guy, not a single fuck to give facade up for as long as he could.

for now, he was satisfied with your… partnership. 

one night, he found himself hunched over his desk office at the club. it was late, 4am, with some straggling partiers and perverts left in the bar, only a few girls left up doing dances. 

scott’s eyes were glued to the computer screen, sluggishly making the schedule for next week. he was also going purposefully slow, because he knew you’d already finished your shift and you were getting ready to leave, and he wanted to still be there when you left.

and sure enough, he heard those telltale knocks at the door before he saw your head peeking through. you were ready to go—makeup off, dressed into a baggy t-shirt, a big hoodie, baggy sweats, slides, just ready for the night to be over. “hey, scotty. i need a favor,” you say in an artificially sweet coo.

“nope.”

“oh, come on, i haven’t even said what it is!”

“i learned my lesson from last time, your favors always end in disaster.”

“just listen!” you exasperatedly exclaim. “i need you to put me on schedule for wednesday. night shift, morning shift, i don’t care, i just need an extra shift.”

his brows immediately furrowed at that. scott knew your schedule like the back of his hand. you always had wednesday off, you’d told him you needed the day to rest and reset. plus, there was always this one creep that rolled in on wednesdays that always tried some pervy shit with you that you wanted to avoid at all costs.

“you always take wednesday off,” scott tentatively reminds.

“i know… but i need money, scotty, so might as well pick up an extra shift. that doesn’t hurt anybody,” you shrug.

“you need money for what?” scott, a bit defensively, asks. he hated the idea of you needing to work and dance for that creep just to make ends meet, and if he could help it, you wouldn’t need to.

“jesus, scott, what’s with the interrogation? we live in a capitalist world! you sorta need money to live!” you, partly sarcastically, exclaim, dramatically waving your hands around.

“you know that’s not what i meant,” scott huffs. “what’s got you money tight?”

“what, are you my accountant all of a sudden?”

“baby… come on,” scott sighs, his voice lowering into the soft and sultry tone that only you got to hear.

“whatever, my cat’s been sick and her medication is being paid for out of pocket and it’s totally wiping me out, and now i’m short on cash for rent. no big deal, i’ll be fine by next month, i just need a little extra for now.”

“how much?”

“what?”

“how much do you need for rent?” scott asks, his hand already snaking to his back pocket to reach for his wallet.

“scott.”

“babe.”

“scott, i'm not taking that. i’m a big girl, i can handle working an extra night with a sorta creepy customer who tips big,” you shrug.

“how. much?” 

you sigh, rubbing your temples in frustration before answering: “600 dollars.”

scott didn’t even react. he didn’t huff, he didn’t groan, he didn’t complain. he simply opened his wallet, pulled out 6 crisp hundred dollar bills, and slapped them onto your palm. “you know i don’t like seeing you with that client. big tipper or not. as manager… my priority is the safety of my girls,” he softly said, peeking out from behind your back to make sure no one was around before wrapping one big hand around your hip and tugging you closer.

“oh? that so?” you chuckle, your own hands coming up to comb over his hair. 

“you know i always take care of my girls,” he whispers, ducking his head to press his lips against your forearm.

“girls, plural? i thought what we had was special,” you softly, sarcastically, chuckle, nudging his head up with your knuckle under his chin.

he didn’t bother responding to that. despite the jest, you both knew what you had was different. even without having conversations about potential exclusivity, you already were. ever since you started seeing each other, even if it was a fuck or two a week, you both stopped fucking other people. you didn’t even do lap dances anymore, strictly pole work. you didn’t even consciously register the change, it just felt natural.

scott also cut off all the loose ends on his part. every random ex he’d fuck once in a blue moon? over. that one hot waitress he banged every now and again? cut off. it felt wrong. the former ladies man changed for you. and you weren’t even really dating, but it felt right.

“well, thank you. i actually need another favor. mandy was supposed to drive me home tonight but she left early, remember? so, now i’m stuck without a ride home… and i’m hungry…” you softly said, running a long, sharply manicured nail down the side of scott’s neck, eyes fixated on his throat as he swallowed thickly and his adam’s apple bobbed.

without a word, scott reached into his back pocket once again, pulling out the keys to his truck and handing it over to you. “wait for me outside, turn the truck on and warm it up. let me just finalize the schedule, make sure terry’s closing, and i’ll be right out,” he says, tugging you down by the shirt for a quick peck on the lips before sending you out with a smack on the ass.

a good 15 minutes passed before scott joined you in the truck. he felt all domestic like around you, even with the lack of labels—holding your hand as he drove, sneaking in kisses at red lights. maybe it was time to put a label on it.

scott made sure to pass by the local 24 hour burger place before dropping you off. he knew how strenuous the work was—pole dancing was truly harder than it looked. once you were all fed—and he paid for the food, duh—you soon found yourselves sitting in his parked truck, outside of your apartment building, without wanting to leave.

all you had to share a look and a simple “should we,” before you both slid into the backseat together. 

in an instant, scott was sat up against the backseats of the truck, with you perched comfortably on his lap, making out. his big hands were confident on your ass, squeezing and groping like it owned it. you had your hand down between his legs, rubbing him to get him hard, with the other very loosely wrapped around his throat.

“you always take such good care of me,” you whisper in between kisses, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth, before letting it go and kissing him even harder. “i wanna take care of you back.”

“you don’t need to do that,” scott counters as you lean down to kiss his neck. his hands trail up to your waist, back down to your hips, around your back, then right back to your ass, just shamelessly feeling you up. “it’s my pleasure to take care of you. it’s what you deserve. besides, you’ve been working so hard tonight. let me help you relax.”

with that, he swiftly shifted positions so that you were under him. he laid you down on the leather seats of his truck, before his hands went to your sweatpants, tugging them down and off, before he leaned back down to kiss you. your arms immediately wrapped themselves around his back, pulling him closer to you, your fingers tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck.

he slowly kissed down your body with that. his lips found your jaw, your neck, your stomach, your thighs, until finding your pussy. “come on, scotty, i wanna get right to it,” you chuckle as he tugs your panties off and gives a tentative lick to your slit.

“baby, it’s gonna hurt if i don’t.”

“oh, please, you think i can’t take it? you think that lowly of me?”

scott really had planned on going nice and slow tonight. eating you out, making you cum a few times on his tongue before fucking you nice and slow—but how could he resist when you were pretty much begging for him to be rough?

“fine.”

“fine, what?” you tease, trying to provoke him.

“fine, this,” he huffs as he firmly grabs your hips and flips you over so you are flat on your front against the seats. he kept one hand on your lower back to keep you still, the other hand working on his belt and tugging it off. with the sound of his zipper then came the sound of him spitting, a few wet schlicks, and then the nice, warm feeling of the thick head of his cock pressing at your pussy.

“shit, scotty,” you moaned out, your hand flying back to smack his abs, fingers digging into his skin as he slowly pushed in. 

“i know, i know, baby, i’ve got you,” scott grunts, his fingers flexing around your hips as he settles in, before he begins to slowly push in, pull out, warming you up just a bit. he spits on his cock, watching, enamored, as he sees his thick head push the spit in and out, lubricating you.

once you were all warmed up, he was relentless. the truck shook as he pounded into you deep, the tip of his cock nudging and prodding at your cervix with each thrust. you couldn’t even speak. you felt like his dick punched your lungs with each thrust, forcing the breath out of you.

his thick, heavy balls only added to the sensation. every thrust, his balls swung and smacked against your pussy, making your thighs give little pathetic twitches.

“see, you’re a fucking natural, baby,” scott grunts, leaning down to press his chest flat against your back, his hand coming to roughly hold your jaw and tug your head up. his thumb circled over your lips, smearing your drool all over them before he pushed his tongue into your mouth. all the while, his hips never ceased their relentless pounding against your ass.

“scotty,” you whine again, his name seemingly being the only thing you could manage saying.

“shh, i’ve got you,” he huffs into your ear, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. his free hand slid beneath you, his thumb slowly rubbing at your clit. that, combined with scott's insistent pace, flipped you over the edge. with a cry muffled by scott’s hand over your mouth, your body jerked and you squirted all over his dick, his stomach, his thighs, and he just rubbed your clit through it, coaxing it all out.

“alright, there you go.. gimme just one more, okay?” scott whispered softly as the last of it came out of you, before he slowly pushed back in. “there you go, big stretch for me, that’s it,” he grunts, feeling your pussy spasming and twitching around him from the slight overstimulation.

“i’m almost there, baby, you’re doing such a good job for me, fuck,” scott grunted as both of his hands went to hold your waist, keeping you down as he shallowly thrust in and out, just enough to get him going. 

“yeah, i want it in me, give it to me, scotty,” you whimper softly, letting out a little hiss at the delicious drag of his cock. 

“oh, yeah?”

“yeah, i want your cum in me, give me your fucking babies,” you moan out, your confidence picking back up as you grind your hips back against his. since that was coming from you of all people, it was just enough to send him over the edge. he came for what felt like hours, entirely draining himself in you, and you ground your hips back against his, coaxing it all out like he did to you.

“sit back, lemme clean you up,” you whisper softly as you feel the last of it drip into you. scott simply grunts and nods at that, pulling out before moving to sit back against the car door. you pulled your panties back up at that, letting out a quiet moan at the feeling of his cum plugging you up, before turning around and leaning down, taking hold of his dick and effortlessly taking it down your throat.

scott let out a hefty grunt at that, his fingers tangling in your hair as your tongue poked out from between your lips and lapped up at the underside of his cock, tasting both you and him on it.

scott couldn’t even speak, his eyes slightly rolled back and his head tipped against the window as you expertly sucked him off. no obnoxious gagging or coughing, just a smooth slide. he violently twitched in your mouth, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm, and soon enough he just let out a little “babe, i’m sorry” and busted deep down your throat, this load being thicker than the last.

you held your head all the way down, letting scott empty himself before you finally pulled off his dick with a pop, swallowing down his cum. “you could warn me next time, you know how much i hate the taste of cum. makes my mouth all gross and itchy,” you chuckle as you sit up and lean over to peck scott’s lips.

“well, conversely, you could warn me before squirting all over me and getting my skin and truck all sticky. you owe me for my car wash,” scott chuckles in that deep, post-o voice of his that always sent a tingle down your spine.

you both just slowly and lazily kissed before you pulled back first, forehead resting against his. “you better be at my doorstep with a plan b in the morning. i know i talk a lot during sex, but i refuse to have a baby with someone as dumb as you,” you chuckle, teasingly, riling him up with a barely hidden smirk on your face.

“that so? i might be dumb as rocks to you but you’re the one that just let me put you through the car seat and cum in you, you’re not all that smarter,” he chuckled, kissing you again, not helping himself.

casual, he told himself. that’s what this was. or at least, that’s what it was supposed to be. but now, he wasn’t so sure, but he wasn’t going to rush things either. you were both happy, who cares?

labels were complicated anyways, why bother with them? where you were standing right now, fucking basically every night, favoritism at work, cute intimate giggles after sex, that was enough for scott. more than enough.

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- with benefits?

pairing: strip club manager scott x fem stripper reader (fwb) tags: 18+ smut, soft dom ish scott i guess, lowk yearner Scott, doggy/prone bone in the back of his truck, blowjob, breeding kink, cream pie, uhhh idk sex i guess wc: 2.7k (went a little bonkers...) a/n: wow! look at me writing for someone that's not clark!! this isnt proofread ignore typos ig my inbox is open if anyone has horny thots to keep me going i'd love that.... also another shocker im writing dom character and not reader for once ik who am i... also i dont remember shit from this movie and idk how storms work so srry if there are any inaccuracies. anyways i die behind scott being davids hottest character cus like ugh.... look at him..... n e wayz constructive criticism is always welcome tysm for reading !

scott hadn't meant to get this attached, especially not to a stripper of all people, someone who is a professional flirt.

it was supposed to be a seasonal job. storm season was over, he wasn’t needed at stormpar, but he still needed money. so, he stupidly took a job at a strip club, managerial stuff. setting up the schedules, paying the girls, making sure everything was up to code.

but then, there was you. from the first night he saw you, you’d inadvertently planted yourself like a little leech into his brain. scott said he liked all the girls the same, but everyone knew you were his favorite. he’d be more lenient if you were late or wanted to leave early, gave you advances on your pay with no complaint, let you take as much time off as you wanted. 

and that was before you even got involved. he remembers the night so well. you were in need of a ride home after the girl you always went home with couldn’t take you, so scott, like the gentleman he was, offered himself up. the night ended with you leaned over the center console of the car, sucking his cock as you sat parked outside of your apartment building.

since then, it was a casual hookup thing. nothing too serious. at least, that’s what he’d tell you. but inside, the little leech had attached itself to his heart and not his dick anymore. he found himself craving exclusivity, affection, anything and everything that would shift your relationship from a simple fuck twice a week to actual boyfriend-girlfriend. but he would never tell you that. he wanted to keep his cool guy, not a single fuck to give facade up for as long as he could.

for now, he was satisfied with your… partnership. 

one night, he found himself hunched over his desk office at the club. it was late, 4am, with some straggling partiers and perverts left in the bar, only a few girls left up doing dances. 

scott’s eyes were glued to the computer screen, sluggishly making the schedule for next week. he was also going purposefully slow, because he knew you’d already finished your shift and you were getting ready to leave, and he wanted to still be there when you left.

and sure enough, he heard those telltale knocks at the door before he saw your head peeking through. you were ready to go—makeup off, dressed into a baggy t-shirt, a big hoodie, baggy sweats, slides, just ready for the night to be over. “hey, scotty. i need a favor,” you say in an artificially sweet coo.

“nope.”

“oh, come on, i haven’t even said what it is!”

“i learned my lesson from last time, your favors always end in disaster.”

“just listen!” you exasperatedly exclaim. “i need you to put me on schedule for wednesday. night shift, morning shift, i don’t care, i just need an extra shift.”

his brows immediately furrowed at that. scott knew your schedule like the back of his hand. you always had wednesday off, you’d told him you needed the day to rest and reset. plus, there was always this one creep that rolled in on wednesdays that always tried some pervy shit with you that you wanted to avoid at all costs.

“you always take wednesday off,” scott tentatively reminds.

“i know… but i need money, scotty, so might as well pick up an extra shift. that doesn’t hurt anybody,” you shrug.

“you need money for what?” scott, a bit defensively, asks. he hated the idea of you needing to work and dance for that creep just to make ends meet, and if he could help it, you wouldn’t need to.

“jesus, scott, what’s with the interrogation? we live in a capitalist world! you sorta need money to live!” you, partly sarcastically, exclaim, dramatically waving your hands around.

“you know that’s not what i meant,” scott huffs. “what’s got you money tight?”

“what, are you my accountant all of a sudden?”

“baby… come on,” scott sighs, his voice lowering into the soft and sultry tone that only you got to hear.

“whatever, my cat’s been sick and her medication is being paid for out of pocket and it’s totally wiping me out, and now i’m short on cash for rent. no big deal, i’ll be fine by next month, i just need a little extra for now.”

“how much?”

“what?”

“how much do you need for rent?” scott asks, his hand already snaking to his back pocket to reach for his wallet.

“scott.”

“babe.”

“scott, i'm not taking that. i’m a big girl, i can handle working an extra night with a sorta creepy customer who tips big,” you shrug.

“how. much?” 

you sigh, rubbing your temples in frustration before answering: “600 dollars.”

scott didn’t even react. he didn’t huff, he didn’t groan, he didn’t complain. he simply opened his wallet, pulled out 6 crisp hundred dollar bills, and slapped them onto your palm. “you know i don’t like seeing you with that client. big tipper or not. as manager… my priority is the safety of my girls,” he softly said, peeking out from behind your back to make sure no one was around before wrapping one big hand around your hip and tugging you closer.

“oh? that so?” you chuckle, your own hands coming up to comb over his hair. 

“you know i always take care of my girls,” he whispers, ducking his head to press his lips against your forearm.

“girls, plural? i thought what we had was special,” you softly, sarcastically, chuckle, nudging his head up with your knuckle under his chin.

he didn’t bother responding to that. despite the jest, you both knew what you had was different. even without having conversations about potential exclusivity, you already were. ever since you started seeing each other, even if it was a fuck or two a week, you both stopped fucking other people. you didn’t even do lap dances anymore, strictly pole work. you didn’t even consciously register the change, it just felt natural.

scott also cut off all the loose ends on his part. every random ex he’d fuck once in a blue moon? over. that one hot waitress he banged every now and again? cut off. it felt wrong. the former ladies man changed for you. and you weren’t even really dating, but it felt right.

“well, thank you. i actually need another favor. mandy was supposed to drive me home tonight but she left early, remember? so, now i’m stuck without a ride home… and i’m hungry…” you softly said, running a long, sharply manicured nail down the side of scott’s neck, eyes fixated on his throat as he swallowed thickly and his adam’s apple bobbed.

without a word, scott reached into his back pocket once again, pulling out the keys to his truck and handing it over to you. “wait for me outside, turn the truck on and warm it up. let me just finalize the schedule, make sure terry’s closing, and i’ll be right out,” he says, tugging you down by the shirt for a quick peck on the lips before sending you out with a smack on the ass.

a good 15 minutes passed before scott joined you in the truck. he felt all domestic like around you, even with the lack of labels—holding your hand as he drove, sneaking in kisses at red lights. maybe it was time to put a label on it.

scott made sure to pass by the local 24 hour burger place before dropping you off. he knew how strenuous the work was—pole dancing was truly harder than it looked. once you were all fed—and he paid for the food, duh—you soon found yourselves sitting in his parked truck, outside of your apartment building, without wanting to leave.

all you had to share a look and a simple “should we,” before you both slid into the backseat together. 

in an instant, scott was sat up against the backseats of the truck, with you perched comfortably on his lap, making out. his big hands were confident on your ass, squeezing and groping like it owned it. you had your hand down between his legs, rubbing him to get him hard, with the other very loosely wrapped around his throat.

“you always take such good care of me,” you whisper in between kisses, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth, before letting it go and kissing him even harder. “i wanna take care of you back.”

“you don’t need to do that,” scott counters as you lean down to kiss his neck. his hands trail up to your waist, back down to your hips, around your back, then right back to your ass, just shamelessly feeling you up. “it’s my pleasure to take care of you. it’s what you deserve. besides, you’ve been working so hard tonight. let me help you relax.”

with that, he swiftly shifted positions so that you were under him. he laid you down on the leather seats of his truck, before his hands went to your sweatpants, tugging them down and off, before he leaned back down to kiss you. your arms immediately wrapped themselves around his back, pulling him closer to you, your fingers tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck.

he slowly kissed down your body with that. his lips found your jaw, your neck, your stomach, your thighs, until finding your pussy. “come on, scotty, i wanna get right to it,” you chuckle as he tugs your panties off and gives a tentative lick to your slit.

“baby, it’s gonna hurt if i don’t.”

“oh, please, you think i can’t take it? you think that lowly of me?”

scott really had planned on going nice and slow tonight. eating you out, making you cum a few times on his tongue before fucking you nice and slow—but how could he resist when you were pretty much begging for him to be rough?

“fine.”

“fine, what?” you tease, trying to provoke him.

“fine, this,” he huffs as he firmly grabs your hips and flips you over so you are flat on your front against the seats. he kept one hand on your lower back to keep you still, the other hand working on his belt and tugging it off. with the sound of his zipper then came the sound of him spitting, a few wet schlicks, and then the nice, warm feeling of the thick head of his cock pressing at your pussy.

“shit, scotty,” you moaned out, your hand flying back to smack his abs, fingers digging into his skin as he slowly pushed in. 

“i know, i know, baby, i’ve got you,” scott grunts, his fingers flexing around your hips as he settles in, before he begins to slowly push in, pull out, warming you up just a bit. he spits on his cock, watching, enamored, as he sees his thick head push the spit in and out, lubricating you.

once you were all warmed up, he was relentless. the truck shook as he pounded into you deep, the tip of his cock nudging and prodding at your cervix with each thrust. you couldn’t even speak. you felt like his dick punched your lungs with each thrust, forcing the breath out of you.

his thick, heavy balls only added to the sensation. every thrust, his balls swung and smacked against your pussy, making your thighs give little pathetic twitches.

“see, you’re a fucking natural, baby,” scott grunts, leaning down to press his chest flat against your back, his hand coming to roughly hold your jaw and tug your head up. his thumb circled over your lips, smearing your drool all over them before he pushed his tongue into your mouth. all the while, his hips never ceased their relentless pounding against your ass.

“scotty,” you whine again, his name seemingly being the only thing you could manage saying.

“shh, i’ve got you,” he huffs into your ear, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. his free hand slid beneath you, his thumb slowly rubbing at your clit. that, combined with scott's insistent pace, flipped you over the edge. with a cry muffled by scott’s hand over your mouth, your body jerked and you squirted all over his dick, his stomach, his thighs, and he just rubbed your clit through it, coaxing it all out.

“alright, there you go.. gimme just one more, okay?” scott whispered softly as the last of it came out of you, before he slowly pushed back in. “there you go, big stretch for me, that’s it,” he grunts, feeling your pussy spasming and twitching around him from the slight overstimulation.

“i’m almost there, baby, you’re doing such a good job for me, fuck,” scott grunted as both of his hands went to hold your waist, keeping you down as he shallowly thrust in and out, just enough to get him going. 

“yeah, i want it in me, give it to me, scotty,” you whimper softly, letting out a little hiss at the delicious drag of his cock. 

“oh, yeah?”

“yeah, i want your cum in me, give me your fucking babies,” you moan out, your confidence picking back up as you grind your hips back against his. since that was coming from you of all people, it was just enough to send him over the edge. he came for what felt like hours, entirely draining himself in you, and you ground your hips back against his, coaxing it all out like he did to you.

“sit back, lemme clean you up,” you whisper softly as you feel the last of it drip into you. scott simply grunts and nods at that, pulling out before moving to sit back against the car door. you pulled your panties back up at that, letting out a quiet moan at the feeling of his cum plugging you up, before turning around and leaning down, taking hold of his dick and effortlessly taking it down your throat.

scott let out a hefty grunt at that, his fingers tangling in your hair as your tongue poked out from between your lips and lapped up at the underside of his cock, tasting both you and him on it.

scott couldn’t even speak, his eyes slightly rolled back and his head tipped against the window as you expertly sucked him off. no obnoxious gagging or coughing, just a smooth slide. he violently twitched in your mouth, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm, and soon enough he just let out a little “babe, i’m sorry” and busted deep down your throat, this load being thicker than the last.

you held your head all the way down, letting scott empty himself before you finally pulled off his dick with a pop, swallowing down his cum. “you could warn me next time, you know how much i hate the taste of cum. makes my mouth all gross and itchy,” you chuckle as you sit up and lean over to peck scott’s lips.

“well, conversely, you could warn me before squirting all over me and getting my skin and truck all sticky. you owe me for my car wash,” scott chuckles in that deep, post-o voice of his that always sent a tingle down your spine.

you both just slowly and lazily kissed before you pulled back first, forehead resting against his. “you better be at my doorstep with a plan b in the morning. i know i talk a lot during sex, but i refuse to have a baby with someone as dumb as you,” you chuckle, teasingly, riling him up with a barely hidden smirk on your face.

“that so? i might be dumb as rocks to you but you’re the one that just let me put you through the car seat and cum in you, you’re not all that smarter,” he chuckled, kissing you again, not helping himself.

casual, he told himself. that’s what this was. or at least, that’s what it was supposed to be. but now, he wasn’t so sure, but he wasn’t going to rush things either. you were both happy, who cares?

labels were complicated anyways, why bother with them? where you were standing right now, fucking basically every night, favoritism at work, cute intimate giggles after sex, that was enough for scott. more than enough.

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so i started that stripper reader x manager scott miller fic and im 1.3k words in and just now getting to the smut… lets hope i actually finish this

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- stress relief

pairing: ftm!clark kent x girlfriend reader tags: 18+ smut, eating him out, fingering him, squirting, pegging, mommy kink, bit of overstim wc: 1.7k a/n: first fic in a whileeeee sorry for ghosting u guys :( now that finals are wrapping up, im hoping to be more active! as always, inbox is open for any reqs/thots/ideas! this isn't proofread if u see any typos no u didnt... thank u!:)

it was simple stress relief. you felt bad for your poor boyfriend, running around town, trying to gather intel on a case he was reporting on, his boss up his ass all day. he deserved to relax, to let you take care of him for once, instead of the usual other way around.

it’d started nice and slow, making out together in bed, clark’s hands instinctively trailing down your body, in between your legs to start working you up. “not now,” you murmured against his lips, grabbing his wrist and prying it away.

“why not?” clark whined, ducking his head to pepper kisses along your neck, his nose nudging at your jaw to keep your head tilted up.

“because,” you sigh, rolling over so that clark was pinned under you and you straddled his lap. “i think you deserve to relax every once in a while, let me take care of you.”

“i can relax totally fine with you sitting on my face,” clark said, albeit shyly, his hands going to rest over the upper curve of your ass. that earned him a swift smack to the chest, a hearty laugh escaping him.

“seriously! i think you deserve it! come on, lay back,” you chuckle, pushing him down with your hands on his chest, before moving to unbutton his annoyingly slutty tight white shirt, sliding off his big muscular shoulders and tossing it aside.

you started with slowly massaging his pecs, squeezing and groping, your fingers circling over his nipples until they were nice and hard. he let out little soft breaths and whines as you moved, his chest stuttering every now and again with every movement.

“yeah, you like that?” you softly murmur, and clark simply nods, his head falling back against the pillows and his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows thickly.

you kissed down his chest, occasionally swirling your tongue over his nipples to get a whine out of him, before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off, tossing them aside as well. in his boxers, you could see the wet patch forming, and his cute bottom growth tented and straining against the fabric.

“so pretty,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss his bottom growth over his boxers, making clark’s hips stutter.

“babe, come on,” he whined, his bottom lip tucking between his teeth as he looked down at you, his hands resting on top of your head.

“you’re so impatient, i’ve barely even started,” you giggle, before sliding off his boxers, placing them to the side, and spreading him wide. your fingers dug into the firm meat of his inner thighs as you kept him open wide. 

“you’re so wet, baby, would you look at that,” you softly whisper, running your finger down his slick slit, catching some of him on your fingertip and lifting your hand to his lips. he immediately took your finger in his mouth, sucking on it feverishly.

your other hand moved in between his legs, two fingertips rubbing over his t-dick, making his thighs twitch and his hips squirm. he let out a soft hiss around your lips, bucking up into your touch.

“so reactive. that feel good? hm?” you coo, before sliding your finger out of his mouth and laying on your stomach between his legs. 

“momma—”

“i know, honey, i know. just sit back for me,” you coo, before leaning in and wrapping your lips around his bottom growth. you sucked on it, swirling your tongue around it. at the same time, your middle finger found his hole, rubbing circles on it to warm him up. the entire time, clark whined and twitched, sitting on his hands so that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“that’s it, good boy, takin’ it so well for momma,” you cooed, leaning back to spit on his pussy, watching as your spit trailed down and got sucked into his hole. with that, you leaned in, starting to fully eat him out. he let out a guttural whine at that, his thighs threatening to snap shut, but you impressively held them open.

your jaw moved up and down, your tongue sliding all over his pussy, slobbering on it and getting it nice and wet, all while you had a finger pumping in and out of him.

“momma, please—”

“oh, you're gonna cum already? so soon?” you giggle against him, spitting on his pussy again before diving back in at full force. it was downright sinful. the noises of lips smacking, squelching, and slobbering fills the room, paired with clark’s melodic whines and moans.

his abs flexed with each breath, every muscle strained to keep himself from cumming on the spot. your finger perfectly rubbing against his sweet spot didn’t do much to help, only making the pressure in his gut heavier.

“it’s okay, baby, you can cum if you want, but that doesn’t mean i'm gonna stop,” you giggle, but clark totally disregarded the second half of your statement and solely focused on the first. it took just a few more sucks and the inserting of another finger in him for him to let go—and he squirted. it usually took a lot to get clark to squirt, especially that much, but you had that effect on him.

“g-golly—thank you, momma, thank you—” clark grunted out, his entire body jerking as it all rushed out of him.

it got all on your chin, some on your neck, even on your tits. “oh, babe, someone’s messy today,” you giggle, rubbing your thumb over his bottom growth, keeping him wet and stimulated. with your other hand, you kept pushing two fingers in and out of him.

you watched, enthralled, as a frothy, creamy ring formed around your fingers. “look at that, baby, you’re so creamy for momma. this all for me?” you coo, making clark finally open his eyes and look down at your fingers. he let out a pathetic moan at the sight, another weak spurt of squirt escaping him. your thumb was insistent on his bottom growth, rubbing nice circles over it.

“momma—t-too much,” clark whined, getting a little squirmy as your fingers kept pressing on that one spot.

“oh, don’t run from me, baby. i told you i wanna help you relax. trust me, this’ll help,” you coo, leaning in to lick up his slit again, testing the waters. his hips twitched at that, a soft sob leaving his lips.

“i just want one more, pretty boy, can you give me one more? hm?” you coo, moving your thumb away and replacing it with your tongue, swirling it nice and slow over his bottom growth. clark couldn’t really resist with those tactics at play, so he mindlessly nodded.

“good boy. you’re gonna stay right here, okay? i’ll be right back,” you whisper, pressing one last kiss to his pussy before pulling your fingers back and sliding off the bed. moments later, you returned with a harness secured around your hips and a dildo in hand—an easy one for clark to take, a simple 7 inch one, not too thick. you secured the strap-on before coming back to the bed, maneuvering clark into position.

he laid on his stomach, one leg hiked up, and he instinctively reached back to pull his cheeks apart for you, an adorable hazy look on his face. he looked his best like this—his curls messed up, his cheeks an adorable pink, his tongue slightly lolled out of his mouth.

your hands steadied themselves on his hips, slowly pushing in the dildo. clark let out a little hiss at that, his toes curled and his eyes crossed as you bottomed out and immediately hit a sweet spot, dead on.

“come on, you can take it, baby. don’t run,” you whispered softly, pressing down into his lower back to keep him pinned beneath you, before you started up the thrusts. immediately, clark started moaning and whining, his hands tight on the sheets as your hips relentlessly pounded him, the balls of the dildo smacking his bottom growth with every thrust.

he couldn’t even speak. all he could manage were guttural grunts and moans, a little puddle of drool forming beside his mouth on the sheets. his thighs twitched every now and again, his fingers flexing and clenching with effort, trying to hold back.

“i know, baby, i know, you’re doing so good for mommy,” you grunted, your eyes stuck on how the dildo effortlessly slid in and out of him, how his pretty pink pussy clung to it, to the cream that gathered at the base. “you gonna cum, baby? you gonna cum on mommy’s dick?” you coo, moving one hand to tightly grip his ass cheek, making him keep his attention on you.

“uh-huh, gonna make a mess,” he softly murmured out, barely audible, but of course you caught it. you then gave him permission to touch himself, and immediately, his fingers went to rub circles over his t-dick, making his hips and thighs twitch and spasm uncontrollably. that, paired with your hips incessantly pounding into him, pushed him over the edge.

you quickly pulled out, smacking the dildo against his t-dick as he came, making him squirt for the second time in a row. he whined and twitched, absolutely soaking the sheets beneath him, but you didn’t mind. that’s what washers were for.

“that’s it, push it all out for me.. there you go, good boy,” you whisper softly as the last weak spurts leave him, and he falls limp and boneless on the bed. you slowly rub his hips, helping him calm down, before stepping out of the harness and tossing it aside, making a mental note to clean it later before going back to clark.

“honey, you gotta move. i need to put the sheets to wash,” you softly chuckle, handing clark a bottle of water before gently nudging him off the bed. he reluctantly rolled out, slumping in the nearby desk chair, still catching his breath as you moved to bare the bed of its sheets and head to the laundry room.

after putting the sheets to wash, you returned to the sight of clark wiping himself down with a towel, and sliding into some clean boxers. “you feeling better?” you softly ask, walking up to him. he bends down to meet you at that, pecking your lips with a nod.

“way. i’m gonna need a few business days to recover feeling in my lower half, but i'm feeling good,” he chuckled, smushing a kiss to your cheek. “you know what this tells me?”

“what?” you ask.

“i need to have shittier days at work more often if this is the treatment it’s gonna be me,” clark answers, that stupid, sexy smirk on his face.

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juicy ftm Clark... girl im begging pleaseeee

🛐🛐🛐

i got u sis :)

[wtredprch]

the idea of ftm clark’s bottom growth has me drooling on the bus tyvm

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[wtredprch]

ftm clark would not only have the fattest & juiciest pum - pum, but i gen believe he’d be a squirter too. gen would die happy if that man sits on my face and humps it.

get between his thick thighs, sucking & swirling your tongue on his t-dick would leave him such a whiney & whimpering mess. but his big hands keep pushing your head further in so he could feel your pretty, heavenly mouth everywhere on him. all while he helplessly ruts against your tongue. clarkie’s already teetering on the edge until you start teasing his creamy hole with your fingers, slowly pushing them in to rub against that nice lil’ spot ‘n gradually increasing speed as you suck harder—

“w—wait, sl—slow down. i—i’m gonna-!!”

his moans are so deep, pathetic & loud as he gushes all over you. his face is incredibly red when he looks down at your blissed out, soaked face as you happily lick your lips and dive in again to help clean him up <3

you think that clarkie would let you peg him afterward?

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[wtredprch]

- stress relief

pairing: ftm!clark kent x girlfriend reader tags: 18+ smut, eating him out, fingering him, squirting, pegging, mommy kink, bit of overstim wc: 1.7k a/n: first fic in a whileeeee sorry for ghosting u guys :( now that finals are wrapping up, im hoping to be more active! as always, inbox is open for any reqs/thots/ideas! this isn't proofread if u see any typos no u didnt... thank u!:)

it was simple stress relief. you felt bad for your poor boyfriend, running around town, trying to gather intel on a case he was reporting on, his boss up his ass all day. he deserved to relax, to let you take care of him for once, instead of the usual other way around.

it’d started nice and slow, making out together in bed, clark’s hands instinctively trailing down your body, in between your legs to start working you up. “not now,” you murmured against his lips, grabbing his wrist and prying it away.

“why not?” clark whined, ducking his head to pepper kisses along your neck, his nose nudging at your jaw to keep your head tilted up.

“because,” you sigh, rolling over so that clark was pinned under you and you straddled his lap. “i think you deserve to relax every once in a while, let me take care of you.”

“i can relax totally fine with you sitting on my face,” clark said, albeit shyly, his hands going to rest over the upper curve of your ass. that earned him a swift smack to the chest, a hearty laugh escaping him.

“seriously! i think you deserve it! come on, lay back,” you chuckle, pushing him down with your hands on his chest, before moving to unbutton his annoyingly slutty tight white shirt, sliding off his big muscular shoulders and tossing it aside.

you started with slowly massaging his pecs, squeezing and groping, your fingers circling over his nipples until they were nice and hard. he let out little soft breaths and whines as you moved, his chest stuttering every now and again with every movement.

“yeah, you like that?” you softly murmur, and clark simply nods, his head falling back against the pillows and his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows thickly.

you kissed down his chest, occasionally swirling your tongue over his nipples to get a whine out of him, before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off, tossing them aside as well. in his boxers, you could see the wet patch forming, and his cute bottom growth tented and straining against the fabric.

“so pretty,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss his bottom growth over his boxers, making clark’s hips stutter.

“babe, come on,” he whined, his bottom lip tucking between his teeth as he looked down at you, his hands resting on top of your head.

“you’re so impatient, i’ve barely even started,” you giggle, before sliding off his boxers, placing them to the side, and spreading him wide. your fingers dug into the firm meat of his inner thighs as you kept him open wide. 

“you’re so wet, baby, would you look at that,” you softly whisper, running your finger down his slick slit, catching some of him on your fingertip and lifting your hand to his lips. he immediately took your finger in his mouth, sucking on it feverishly.

your other hand moved in between his legs, two fingertips rubbing over his t-dick, making his thighs twitch and his hips squirm. he let out a soft hiss around your lips, bucking up into your touch.

“so reactive. that feel good? hm?” you coo, before sliding your finger out of his mouth and laying on your stomach between his legs. 

“momma—”

“i know, honey, i know. just sit back for me,” you coo, before leaning in and wrapping your lips around his bottom growth. you sucked on it, swirling your tongue around it. at the same time, your middle finger found his hole, rubbing circles on it to warm him up. the entire time, clark whined and twitched, sitting on his hands so that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“that’s it, good boy, takin’ it so well for momma,” you cooed, leaning back to spit on his pussy, watching as your spit trailed down and got sucked into his hole. with that, you leaned in, starting to fully eat him out. he let out a guttural whine at that, his thighs threatening to snap shut, but you impressively held them open.

your jaw moved up and down, your tongue sliding all over his pussy, slobbering on it and getting it nice and wet, all while you had a finger pumping in and out of him.

“momma, please—”

“oh, you're gonna cum already? so soon?” you giggle against him, spitting on his pussy again before diving back in at full force. it was downright sinful. the noises of lips smacking, squelching, and slobbering fills the room, paired with clark’s melodic whines and moans.

his abs flexed with each breath, every muscle strained to keep himself from cumming on the spot. your finger perfectly rubbing against his sweet spot didn’t do much to help, only making the pressure in his gut heavier.

“it’s okay, baby, you can cum if you want, but that doesn’t mean i'm gonna stop,” you giggle, but clark totally disregarded the second half of your statement and solely focused on the first. it took just a few more sucks and the inserting of another finger in him for him to let go—and he squirted. it usually took a lot to get clark to squirt, especially that much, but you had that effect on him.

“g-golly—thank you, momma, thank you—” clark grunted out, his entire body jerking as it all rushed out of him.

it got all on your chin, some on your neck, even on your tits. “oh, babe, someone’s messy today,” you giggle, rubbing your thumb over his bottom growth, keeping him wet and stimulated. with your other hand, you kept pushing two fingers in and out of him.

you watched, enthralled, as a frothy, creamy ring formed around your fingers. “look at that, baby, you’re so creamy for momma. this all for me?” you coo, making clark finally open his eyes and look down at your fingers. he let out a pathetic moan at the sight, another weak spurt of squirt escaping him. your thumb was insistent on his bottom growth, rubbing nice circles over it.

“momma—t-too much,” clark whined, getting a little squirmy as your fingers kept pressing on that one spot.

“oh, don’t run from me, baby. i told you i wanna help you relax. trust me, this’ll help,” you coo, leaning in to lick up his slit again, testing the waters. his hips twitched at that, a soft sob leaving his lips.

“i just want one more, pretty boy, can you give me one more? hm?” you coo, moving your thumb away and replacing it with your tongue, swirling it nice and slow over his bottom growth. clark couldn’t really resist with those tactics at play, so he mindlessly nodded.

“good boy. you’re gonna stay right here, okay? i’ll be right back,” you whisper, pressing one last kiss to his pussy before pulling your fingers back and sliding off the bed. moments later, you returned with a harness secured around your hips and a dildo in hand—an easy one for clark to take, a simple 7 inch one, not too thick. you secured the strap-on before coming back to the bed, maneuvering clark into position.

he laid on his stomach, one leg hiked up, and he instinctively reached back to pull his cheeks apart for you, an adorable hazy look on his face. he looked his best like this—his curls messed up, his cheeks an adorable pink, his tongue slightly lolled out of his mouth.

your hands steadied themselves on his hips, slowly pushing in the dildo. clark let out a little hiss at that, his toes curled and his eyes crossed as you bottomed out and immediately hit a sweet spot, dead on.

“come on, you can take it, baby. don’t run,” you whispered softly, pressing down into his lower back to keep him pinned beneath you, before you started up the thrusts. immediately, clark started moaning and whining, his hands tight on the sheets as your hips relentlessly pounded him, the balls of the dildo smacking his bottom growth with every thrust.

he couldn’t even speak. all he could manage were guttural grunts and moans, a little puddle of drool forming beside his mouth on the sheets. his thighs twitched every now and again, his fingers flexing and clenching with effort, trying to hold back.

“i know, baby, i know, you’re doing so good for mommy,” you grunted, your eyes stuck on how the dildo effortlessly slid in and out of him, how his pretty pink pussy clung to it, to the cream that gathered at the base. “you gonna cum, baby? you gonna cum on mommy’s dick?” you coo, moving one hand to tightly grip his ass cheek, making him keep his attention on you.

“uh-huh, gonna make a mess,” he softly murmured out, barely audible, but of course you caught it. you then gave him permission to touch himself, and immediately, his fingers went to rub circles over his t-dick, making his hips and thighs twitch and spasm uncontrollably. that, paired with your hips incessantly pounding into him, pushed him over the edge.

you quickly pulled out, smacking the dildo against his t-dick as he came, making him squirt for the second time in a row. he whined and twitched, absolutely soaking the sheets beneath him, but you didn’t mind. that’s what washers were for.

“that’s it, push it all out for me.. there you go, good boy,” you whisper softly as the last weak spurts leave him, and he falls limp and boneless on the bed. you slowly rub his hips, helping him calm down, before stepping out of the harness and tossing it aside, making a mental note to clean it later before going back to clark.

“honey, you gotta move. i need to put the sheets to wash,” you softly chuckle, handing clark a bottle of water before gently nudging him off the bed. he reluctantly rolled out, slumping in the nearby desk chair, still catching his breath as you moved to bare the bed of its sheets and head to the laundry room.

after putting the sheets to wash, you returned to the sight of clark wiping himself down with a towel, and sliding into some clean boxers. “you feeling better?” you softly ask, walking up to him. he bends down to meet you at that, pecking your lips with a nod.

“way. i’m gonna need a few business days to recover feeling in my lower half, but i'm feeling good,” he chuckled, smushing a kiss to your cheek. “you know what this tells me?”

“what?” you ask.

“i need to have shittier days at work more often if this is the treatment it’s gonna be me,” clark answers, that stupid, sexy smirk on his face.

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(i started writing an ftm clark fic i promise) BUTTTT i’m randomly thinking about manager scott miller x stripper reader where they’re like fucking on the low but he has feelings and he’s so protective over her and stuff ugh… who wants it (also im so sorry i keep throwing out fic ideas and never writing them BUT finals are over this week and then im free SO if anyone has any reqs or wants to remind me of anything i might’ve said i’d write in the past plssss inbox me i luv reading them) :)))))

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randomly thinking about ftm clark today and ugh i just know he’d have the fattest juiciest pussy i need to eat it…… inbox open if anyone has thots…..

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Guess Who?

You’ve mercilessly teased Clark and Scott for how identical they are. Now they’ve turned it around on you and you need to learn to tell who's who.

▸ PAIRING & WC: Scott Miller x F!Reader x Clark Kent — 2.8K ▸ WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, filthy filthy filthy pwp, edging?, mean!scott but that's nothing new, double creampie, oral (m!receiving), taking turns fucking you basically ▸ A/N: brainrot started two weeks ago (half written in the home depot parking lot) and finally completed. this is for @theworstwolvie for always encouraging my messed up ideas, @thceseus for being on the same wavelength of cock guessing, and @kryptidfiles for always triggering me with your david corenswet reblogs <3

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You never intended for it to go this far. You’ve always teased the two of them for being practically twins — best friends separated at birth. Clark is all broad shoulders, thick arms with veins running along his biceps like winding rivers, and sweet, shy smiles. Scott is marginally leaner, but you’ve seen the taut muscles of his forearms when he’s at the gym, and he’s got the sharp tongue and mean mouth to make up for it.

Somehow, the two of them have made their friendship work — and you were lucky enough to be brought into the loop.

It started with a comment about how they looked so much alike. Scott adamantly denies this and Clark only gets flustered when you insist that they’re both equally handsome. For some reason, it ends up with your face pressed against the bed and your hips raised to meet them.

Scott pushes you down into the sheets, your face mushed into his mattress, where you’re suddenly breathing in his scent. It’s a heady, masculine cologne that engulfs your senses, intoxicating in a way that only Scott could be. Your heart nearly beats out of your ribcage because you can’t see them. The only way you know that it’s Scott’s hands on your hips, positioning you in front of him, is because Clark is whispering in mild irritation, “This isn’t right, Scott. This is so disrespectful to her.”

“You gonna stop me, Kent? You’re telling me you haven’t been imagining what this pretty pussy looks like all this time?” Scott chuckles, tracing a finger up your bare thighs beneath your skirt. He flips the flimsy fabric up over your ass. “And a thong too — Christ, you’re such a slut, sweetheart.”

“Scott,” Clark chides again and you can imagine the disappointed frown marring his face.

Scott chooses to ignore him, instead focusing on how your pussy’s started leaking already. You can feel your slick folds, even more so when Scott digs his thumb in, pushing the thin string into your moist cunt. “She’s so wet already,” he groans, “you’ve been waiting for this, you little minx. Always fucking pushing our buttons when all you wanted was our cocks, is that it?”

Your denial is muffled even as you turn your face to catch a glimpse of them, a peek at Clark’s guilty face tainted with the greedy way he drinks in your pussy, a look at Scott licking his lips as he pushes his thumb just slightly deeper.

“Why don’t we play a little game?” Scott hums, hooking his finger on your panties as he drags it down your thighs. He doesn’t even bother removing it completely, lets it hang off your right ankle as if to say, you asked for this by wearing this.

“W-what game?” You manage to rasp.

“We’re going to have you figure out who’s who.” Scott murmurs, brushing your hair away from your shoulder as he presses his palm between your shoulder blades again. “We’re both going to fuck you, take turns sinking our cocks into this pretty pussy of yours, and you have to guess whose cock it is.”

Your heart lurches into your throat.

“And if you can get it right five times in a row, you’ll get to cum. How does that sound?”

Like heaven, you traitorous pussy says. Your brain and heart are in a losing battle when you can feel the warm pulse between your legs.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Scott chuckles. “You ready?”

You quickly learn that their similarities extend to the length between their legs. The first time one of them pushes their cock inside, all you can focus on is the burn. They’re big, bigger than anyone else you’ve ever had. This person doesn’t do shallow thrusts, they bury themselves completely inside you until you can feel their hips against your ass. 

“I don’t—” you choke when they pull out and thrust back in, hard. “How am I supposed to know? I’ve never been with either of you,” you whine pathetically, words crumbling into moans as your pussy stretches around the girth. 

“You know us, should know our cocks too.” Scott’s voice is a little breathless.

“Fuck, this is Scott. You’re fucking me,” you whimper. 

“Good girl, but I made it too easy for you. That one doesn’t count.”

“But I guessed correctly!” 

The cock slips out of you with a lewd pop, your own juices leaking down the back of your thighs as you shakily prop yourself up on all fours. You try to turn but the squeezing hand on your hip stops you. 

Then you feel them — two fingers tentatively dragging up the slick down your legs, a subtle little moan, as they spread the sticky mess back up to your pussy. The fingers trace your pussy lips, the carefulness in the movements signal awe, as if you’re being observed like a specimen. 

The fingers ease into you, thick, wiggling until you feel their knuckles against your folds.

“Now whose fingers are these, sweetheart?”

Long, long fingers. They brush up against that spongy part deep inside you that has you twitching. A shudder wracks through your body as they spread said fingers, stretching you out to see inside of your pussy.

“Scott…?” You guess meekly. This has to be a trick question. 

Smack! You jolt forward, more so from the shock of the slap on your ass. The area where the hand landed throbs dully with the sting. “Wrong.”

God, fuck. Tears prick your eyes. Whether it’s from the intensity of the situation or the fact that the people pleaser in you has failed, you can’t tell. 

“Clark,” you moan as he slowly pushes his fingers in and out of you. 

“Good girl,” Clark coos sweetly, “doing so good for me, honey. You’re dripping all over my fingers. Making such a mess, it’s going down to my wrist.”

Your heart beats against your ribs, guilt gnawing at your bones. “‘M sorry, didn’t mean to.”

Clark shushes you with another deep push of his fingers into your quivering cunt. “It’s okay, no need to be sorry. You’re so pretty for us, leaking all over like this. Just means you like us too much.”

“I do, I do,” you agree numbly. 

“We’re going to, um, put—”

“We’re going to fuck you again now,” Scott interrupts, you imagine the roll of his eyes at Clark who would just press his lips together. “Try and focus.”

The cock that slides into you next… feels exactly the same. Same length, same girth, same fucking burn. Your frustration builds in your chest into a vexed whine that slips past your lips. 

Another slap on your ass that catches you off guard. “Focus,” Scott barks, but you can hear the smirk in his voice. 

You do, you’re trying. The cock fucks deep inside you moved in a slow, steady rhythm to the beat of your heart. All you can think about is the delicious stretch that fuels the spark that’s been lit between your legs. 

It feels damn good. Whoever this is knows how to find those little spots inside of you, your trigger points that hurtle you forward into a delirium of pleasure. Every thrust feels intentional. Every thrust is specially made for you.

“C-Clark,” you breathlessly whimper.

The cock stutters inside you, an interruption to the tempo. Your heart drops to your gut with fear.

“There you go,” Scott grunts, “see, you’re getting the good hang of it. Now we’re really ready to play.”

Ready to play— “Haven’t you been counting?” You snap, a little more irritated than you intended. 

“You have to get it right five times in a row. If you mess up, we’re restarting the count.”

We. Scott’s twisted little game and he’s dragging poor, sweet Clark into this.

They take turns soaking their cocks with your cunt. Every time one of them enters you, the burn starts all over again. You’re stretching around their cocks, pussy molding to the shape of them, loosening slowly until you’re moaning with each dip into your little hole. You have bruises in the size of their fingertips on your hips, rough grips on you every time they fuck deep inside of you. 

But Scott doesn’t relent on his game, no matter how close you get. They drive into you like men starved, moans bouncing off the walls like a symphony. The pleasure builds and nearly crests, each time you even come close to guessing five, you always somehow manage to get the last one wrong.

“A-are you doing this on purpose?” You pant, hair a tangled sweaty mess on your face. 

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Scott says coolly.

A gasp wrenches out of your throat. “Have you just been telling me I’ve been getting it wrong to keep going?”

“You calling us liars, sweetheart?” Scott slaps your ass again, his handprint tingling in the spots he’s been hitting you. “You cum when we want you to cum.”

“M-maybe we should let her, Scott,” Clark groans and you know it’s his cock pushing deep inside you again. He’s gentler between the two of them, but you can feel his self-control faltering when he fucks you a little deeper, a little harder each time. “This isn’t right. She doesn’t want this.”

“Your mouth’s been saying no, Clark, but god, sweetheart, you should see him right now. He’s enjoying this premium pussy if yours. Trying so hard not to moan. Doesn’t she feel so nice and tight? Perfect little toy.” 

A moan climbs out of Clark’s chest, deep and guttural. “Perfect. Perfect toy,” he echoes dumbly. Your cunt clenches around him and he whimpers. “You’re squeezing me so tight, honey. Feels so good. You’re so good to me.” 

“And you—” Scott starts with a pinch of your ass, “you want this as much as we do. Pussy’s gaping now, ready for our cocks. We stretched you out so good, didn’t we? Tighten up that cunt for us. I want to feel it squeeze around my cock when I fuck you next.”

You’re nothing if not obedient, ready to please him — them — because Clark’s fingers sink deeper into your waist as he feels you clamp down around him. 

“You’re so tight,” Clark rasps, “she feels so good.”

“‘Course she feels good,” Scott huffs as he circles you and lifts you to prop up on all fours. He taps the head of his cock, leaking with both his and your arousal, against your lips. “She was made for us.”

Your jaw instinctively drops open and Scott slides him along your tongue. 

“Just like that,” he hisses, “you taste us, sweetheart?” You can only groan in response. 

Scott uses your throat for a while, fucking your mouth by grabbing your head. Your tongue drags along the underside of his cock, eliciting a shudder out of him before he yanks you off again.

“Too close,” he gasps, “I want to cum inside your cunt instead.”

You don’t know how long you stay there, game nearly long forgotten if it weren’t for Scott taunting you over again, laughing when you get it “wrong.” At this point you don’t know the difference, answers tumbling from your lips in a garbled mess.

Every time you get close, whoever it is drags their cock out of you. They bring you to the edge, so close to the peak, only to drag you under again. You’re crying and babbling, begging them to put you out of this misery. 

It’s like being trapped in a maze with no exit, each dead end another point of pleasure that you can’t seem to reach. 

Scott shows no mercy, only coos, “Come on, sweetheart, whose cock is in you right now? Why don’t you use that pretty little head of yours to guess?”

You sputter incoherently, thighs shaking with the weight of your desire. You’re so close, the burning between your legs intensifying to a point where you can practically taste your orgasm. But it may just be delirium — it’s like your climax now feels unfamiliar on your tongue. 

“Let me finish her, Scott, she's crying. I can finish her,” Clark tries to plea on your behalf. 

The cock that’s driving hard and fast abusing your pussy abruptly disappears as Clark stumbles backward, Scott pushing him out of the way. “No, pretty baby can't use her head to figure out who's fucking her, she needs to learn her lesson. We’re gonna keep testing her until she gets it right.”

“Scott, please.” 

“Use your head, you can do it.” 

Through your cockdrunk haze, you only begin to decipher the difference.

It’s not the shape, nor the size, because they’re too close. Too similar. But the way they move, how hard they’re holding you.

Scott is quick and dirty, chasing quick satisfaction for himself in a way that bullies your cunt into submission. Each thrust of his hips is about pace and a test of self-control for him. 

But Clark listens to how you whine and moan, drives himself deep in a slow burn that drags out the pleasure in your core. His hands on your body are firm, but not enough to harm. 

Scott guides the game and gets you close, but it’s Clark who delivers the final blow.

“Clark. It’s Clark!”

“Fuck, she got it right, Kent. She can finally cum now, do you want her to cum?” 

Clark’s face is flushed a deep red, veins on his neck pulsing with his resistance. His jaw is clenched tight, teeth kissing as he hisses when you squeeze around him to Scott’s words. 

“Yes, please, gosh — feels so good. Wanna cum. Wanna see her cum.”

“Flip her over.” 

He doesn’t miss a beat, pulling out of you for barely a second only to turn you on your back and plunge his cock back inside you. He folds your knees into your body as he fucks into you with another needy moan. 

“Feels even better like this,” Clark rasps, “I can see everything. You look so pretty, honey.”

“Clark’s so sweet on you, isn’t he?” Scott chuckles, his fist finding his cock. “Pretty girl deserves some pretty treats. Why don’t you give it to her, Clark? Cream inside her. Look at her, she wants it.”

Clark’s eyes find yours but you can barely keep them open. Not with how good Clark’s giving it to you, his fat cock stretching out every inch of your pussy as he leans down and presses you in deeper into the mattress. You can see the vein on his forehead pulse, control fighting against his need to devour. 

“Can I, honey? Can I cum inside you?” He asks you. So soft, so sweet. So desperate to give you what you need that it makes you whine as you arch off the bed. 

All you can manage is a nod before Clark is shooting his cum inside you, landing warm and sticky, clinging onto your walls. Your pussy squeezes around him, pulsing like a second heartbeat as you tumble down your own pleasure. 

His breaths are hot against your neck as his hips jerk with the last spills into your pussy. You can feel it beginning to leak out from where the two of you are joined, dribbling down your ass and onto the sheets. 

“Alright, Kent, gonna need you to move,” Scott mutters, using his own body to shoulder Clark out of the way. 

Clark’s legs can barely hold himself up, the weight of his climax still hanging off his shoulders. His chest heaves with labored breaths as he watches Scott position himself in front of you, sandwiching himself between your parted legs. 

His thumb pries your pussy open from the lips to see Clark’s cum seeping out. With a hiss, he uses the head of his own cock to nudge that cum back into your cunt and fucks it back into you. “Shit, you feel so good, sweetheart. Clark’s cum is so warm inside you, the perfect lube to fuck you.”

“S-so sore, Scott,” you whimper, the ache between your legs throbbing. 

“I know, baby, but I need to cum too. I won’t take long.”

And he delivers — it only takes him a few more thrusts, every time he enters, he punctuates it with a praise. Fucking beautiful. Look at you. Gorgeous tits. Then he’s finishing inside you and you feel as if you’re about to burst with how much the two have filled you up. Your entire body feels like jell-o, not a single bone or muscle to move you. 

Clark swipes the sweaty strands of hair from your face and presses a kiss to your forehead. Scott drags his cock out of you with a heavy groan. 

The two of them watch in sick, rapt fascination as both their cums leak onto the bed. By this time, Scott’s mattress is a mess of stains — your arousal drenching the sheets and the cum that’s slowly pooling at the edge. 

Even so, Scott only grins, “Think you can tell which cum is whose?” 

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just had the craziest fic idea of like beating the shit out of clark and his dick and he cums like a fountain every time… who want it… my inbox is open for masochistic clark recs….

[wtredprch]

I’LL START THIS SOON!!! Finals are soon so once those are done I’ll be more active promise ❤️ until then my inbox is open tho if anyone has masochistic Clark reqs/ideas