#First degree block

[goddesspharo]

fic: you pulled a gem out of a mess The Pitt (Abbot/Walsh; E; 15.9k words)

"So you ran—" "Strolled," Walsh corrects him. "Speed walked," Abbot counters obnoxiously, "up five flights of stairs to tell me that you don't want to have brunch?" "I'm a big believer in closed loop communication, jackass." "Well, then, in the interest of full disclosure…" Jack holds up a bottle of V8 in one hand and a plastic bottle of Smirnoff in the other. "I come bearing Bloody Marys."

[jellyfishfromthevoid]

The Angel on your shoulder and the Devil on the other

Your 20 and it's your first year at Universty (you took a gap year to vist france) and like everyone else on this plant you got your Fundmental Conscious Aid (or Judgy as everyone calls them) at 18. However instead of getting a darling little angel to balance out the devil your stuck with you got two...two devils On the left there is Shelly, a 70's housewife that definatly killed her husband...and her second...and how many others came after that. Other then that she's an complete darling. Tells you what to mix to get stains out of the carpet, how to clean the oven, even how to make small talk. She once told you the best way to kiss a girl and then get rid of the evidence...unprompted On the right there is Bradney. No he's not some frat bro from the early 2000's, instead he was a builder in medival normandy. Thanks to Bradney you actually learnt french, well Norman French swear words. Bradney's the one that tells you how to down a keg as quickly as possible, how to put down a wolf with your bare hands and how to make a castle as spacious and structurally sound as possible. He's also been around the block before, so you better get used to a mix of Norman 'slang', 80's popculture refrences and early 50's insults. He also knows how exactly to build a rocket because of the last guy he Judged for. (You'r pretty sure he's got HSAM) Whenever you face any personal problem, you better bet the advice you get is murder. Bradney often suggest you do it with bare hands and metal axe, you have to remind him that you have neither the muscle or medival weaponry for that. Shelly's always suggests calculated homiced using household appliences (she got pouty when she found out not a lot of people have gas stoves anymore). They've unanimous decide boiling sugerwater will be how you kill your first man. So yeah, your in univeristy with a Norman man who won't stop making starwars references and 70's house wife who is painfully neither in or out the closet...both of which would squel in joy if you break someone's hand. One teaches you how to cook, One helps you with your school work and none of you know how to do taxes.

[kinnbig]

never not thinking about that time that one of the big-name BL blogs on this site tried to insist to me that Tong isn’t gay and it was actually all just ‘marketing’

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

happy new year everyone!! 🌟✨ it's been almost exactly a year since i first tentatively poked my head into this little space here on tumblr, and being part of the wonderful am/miles/tlsp community here with you all has truly been one of the highlights of my 2023 💗

as i'm sure is the case for most of us, it's been a year of ups and downs for me. i've been lucky enough to experience some amazing things (living in a new city, reconnecting with my creativity, getting my dream job, discovering music that speaks to my soul, making new friends, reading some amazing books) and human enough to experience some less incredible things (chronic pain, family difficulties, discovering my dream job is not in fact my dream job, getting long covid, the ever uphill battle of healing from trauma). through it all, this space has been a continued solace and source of joy, where i've met some truly special people and felt part of a little community where i get to have fun and flail and just be me. i can't even begin to express how grateful i am to be part of a space like this, or how grateful i am to everyone here who makes it what it is ✨

i also just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who has supported me with my writing over this past year, whether that's through kudos or comments or messages or amazing cheerleading/editing help. one of the absolute gifts of discovering this fandom has been the writing fic side of it. maybe it sounds silly, but writing four walls has genuinely been one of the highlights and biggest achievements of my year. writing has always been something incredibly close to my heart, but my degree left me totally sapped of inspiration and confidence, and i'd been struggling for a while to climb out of that after graduating. something about alex and miles just instantly sparked off inspiration in me that i hadn't felt for a long time, and getting to write about them over the past year has reminded me of the sheer joy of creating and the magic of getting to share that with people ✨

it's something that's finally given me the confidence to pick up my own original writing again too, and i couldn't be more grateful to alex and his wonderful lyrics (particularly the entirety of humbug) and to everyone who's supported my fic ventures for helping me reconnect to and explore my creativity. it's the best feeling in the world to finally feel like i'm coming home to that part of myself and carving out a proper space for it in my life 💗

2023 was far from perfect, but it was filled with so many brilliant moments of illumination and i feel i am leaving it with a deeper sense of myself and my path moving forward. i know it's going to be a rocky one at times, but i am excited for what 2024 holds in store for me - and i can't wait to continue flailing with you all over all things milex and to enjoy all the amazing fics/gifsets/posts/art to come!

wishing all of you a year ahead full of wonderful moments and new experiences and fulfilment 💫✨ i really am more grateful than i'll ever be able to adequately express for this space here, and to all the amazing people i've been lucky enough to get to know through it. here's to an amazing 2024 for all of us 💗💞🩷💓💖💕💝

(the photos above are just a random little collection of ones over the past year that i particularly associate with the various things i've talked about in this post)

[zip-toonz]

If you see someone stealing my stuff btw lmk. Especially my ocs.

[walking-loather]

RULES AROUND DONATING BLOOD HAVE CHANGED.

In Australia, for example, men who have sex with men are soon going to be able to donate blood -- especially if they are on PrEP -- bc they have to test the blood ANYWAY and they realise how antiquated the rules around being gay are. You can also donate after two weeks if you've had tattoos or piercings -- so long as it was in a licensed studio. So if you like getting stabbed with needles recreationally, you dont have to wait a year anymore!

So please give it a look! Most donation centers have arrangements for free parking, and you get to stay and enjoy the free food for as long as you like.

[killjoy-prince]

Another cupsleeve event haul!!

[phogay]

deeply exhausting to be an enjoyer of a kind of whateverburger tv show because it has a butch in the main cast and then trying to find anything on this fucking website about anything OTHER than the young white (or white passing) men in it

[citk]

uhh so fun fact today marks the third injury in my organic chemistry lab section! it was me i was the one who grabbed the 200+ degree (fahrenheit) heating block to move it without thinking

[iamthedukeofurl]

Scott Pilgrim is, I think, the best example I can think of for establishing a setting's Nonsense Limit. The setting's Nonsense Limit isn't quite "How high-fantasy is this". It's mostly a question of presentation, to what degree does the audience feel that they know the rules the world operates by, such that they are primed to accept a random new element being introduced. A setting with a Nonsense Limit of 0 is, like, an everyday story. Something larger than life, but theoretically taking place in our world, like your standard spy thriller action movie has a limit of 1. Some sort of hidden world urban fantasy with wizards and stuff operating in secret has a nonsense limit around 3 or 4. A Superhero setting, presenting an alternate version of our world, is a 5 or 6. High fantasy comes in around a 7 or so, "Oh yeah, Wizards exist and they can do crazy stuff" is pretty commonly accepted. Scott Pilgrim comes in at a 10. If you read the Scott Pilgrim book, it starts off looking like a purely mundane slice of life. The first hint at the fantastical is Ramona appearing repeatedly in Scott's Dreams, and then later showing up in real life. When we finally get an explanation, it's this:

Apparently Subspace Highways are a thing? And they go through people's heads? And Ramona treats this like it's obscure, but not secret knowledge. Ramona doesn't think she's doing anything weird here. At this point, it's not clear if Scott is accepting Ramona's explanation or not, things kind of move on as mundane as ever until their Date, when Ramona takes Scott through subspace, and he doesn't act like his world was just blown open or anything, although I guess that could have been a metaphor. there's a couple other moments, but everything with Ramona could be a metaphor, or Scott not recognizing what's going on. Maybe Ramona is uniquely fantastical in this otherwise normal world. And then, this happens

Suddenly, a fantastical element (A shitty local indie band finishing their set with a song that knocks out most of the audience) is introduced unrelated to Ramona, and undeniably literal. We see the crowd knocked out by Crash and The Boys. but the story doesn't linger on the implications of that, the whole point of that sequence is to raise the Nonsense Level, such that you accept it when This happens

Matthew Patel comes flying down onto the stage, Scott, who until this point is presented as a terrible person and a loser, but otherwise is extremely ordinary, proceeds to flawlessly block and counter him before doing a 64-hit air juggle combo. Scott's friends treat this like Scott is showing off a mildly interesting party trick, like being really good at darts. The establish that Scott is the "Best Fighter in the Province", not only are street-fighter battles a thing, Scott is Very Good at it, but they're so unimportant that being the best fighter in the province doesn't make Scott NOT a loser. So when Matthew Patel shows off his magic powers and then explodes into a pile of coins, we've established "Oh, this is how silly the setting gets". It's not about establishing the RULES of the setting so much as it is about establishing a lack of rules. Scott's skill at street-fighter battles doesn't translate to any sort of social prestige. Ramona can access Subspace Highways and she uses it to do a basic delivery job. It doesn't make sense and it's clear that it's not supposed to. So later on, when Todd Ingram starts throwing around telekinesis, and the explanation we're given is "He's a Vegan" , you're already so primed by the mixture of weirdness and mundanity that rather than trying to incorporate this new knowledge into any sort of coherent setting ruleset, you just go "Ah, yeah, Vegans".

[ozzgin]

Android partner who finds your fanfiction and reader insert stories and uses them as a guidebook for his own behavior. He's seen the faces you make when you read your favorite content and wondered what could earn such a genuine smile from you. Is this is what you're seeking in a partner? He scans the lines with curious interest, adding everything to his network of response patterns.

"Why are you blocking the door," you inquire, mildly confused.

"You should be spending time with me instead," the synthetic assistant explains flatly. Literary dialogue and its tones don't translate very well to machines, unfortunately. "Failure to comply will result in punishment," he continues in the same artificial monotony.

"Oh my. Have you been going through my bookmarks?"

"Yes."

Aha, so that's what it was. Hearing some fictional lover's cheesy lines come out in customer service speech is quite...something. You don't want to imagine how the actual smut part would look like, so you gently pat the robot's shoulders.

"Listen, some things might sound good in fiction, but they don't...do as well in real life, you know?"

"So you don't want to be held captive and handled roughly?"

"Mostly, no." you consider his last words. "...To a certain degree. But we'll need to do some adjustments first."

[gaylor-moon]

Andrea Velez, a US citizen, was arrested in the time it took her mother to drive less than a block. She was on her way to work. She’s Latina. It appears that was enough. Tuesday morning, Andrea Velez’s mom and sister dropped her off near her workplace. She’s a production coordinator at Top Pick Global. Andrea graduated with a degree in fashion from Cal Poly Pomona. Near Andrea’s work, an ICE raid was taking place. In fact, someone had called the LAPD to say a “kidnapping” was taking place. The LAPD showed up, saw it was an immigration raid — LAPD is not permitted to assist ICE in immigration raids — and immediately switched to crowd control, making sure people weren’t in the street and so on. As Andrea walked toward her place of employment, she says she looked up and saw an ICE agent barreling toward her. In the flash of thoughts that went through her mind, she thought maybe she was being targeted for the color of her skin, that maybe he thought she was not a US citizen. She instinctively held up her bag and the agent bowled into her. Her mother — they hadn’t even made it a block away yet — looked in the rear view mirror and saw the plainclothes ICE agents standing over her daughter and putting her in cuffs. “They’re kidnapping your sister,” she said. Andrea tried to get the LAPD to help, and so did her mother and sister. According to her mother and other witnesses, no one ever asked Andrea for ID or asked about her status. The police didn’t help, even when Andrea’s mother was screaming she was a US citizen. In fact, according to some witnesses, they moved to stand around Andrea to make it more difficult to film what was happening. For the first 24 hours, her family couldn’t find Andrea. They didn’t know where she had been taken or what was happening. They hired lawyers who managed to find her, but no one would tell them what she was being charged with, only that she would likely face federal charges. DHS publicly said she would be charged with “assaulting an officer.” When they got to court yesterday, ICE lawyers downgraded that to “obstructing” an officer. An ICE officer claimed that Andrea purposely stepped in his way and raised both of her arms to stop him from going after someone he was trying to arrest. Witnesses tell the story the way Andrea does: an ICE agent approached her, knocked her down, then arrested her without asking any questions about her status or identity. Andrea, her lawyer, her mother and sister all have the same theory: during an ICE raid an ICE agent saw a Latina and scooped her up because of the color of her skin, and had to invent another reason once it was discovered she was a US citizen, born and raised in Los Angeles. Andrea was released on a 5k bond yesterday.

Immigration officers have recently taken to arresting Latino and Hispanic US citizens on raids and claiming obstruction or assault, only to release them a few days later, sometimes without charges. On June 12th, for instance, Brian Gavidia walked outside his work and saw immigration officers. He told them he was a US citizen and showed them his Real ID. They pushed him up against a fence and started asking him questions like “What hospital were you born in.” DHS later said he had “assaulted an officer” -- video evidence does not back this up -- but they didn’t charge him. Or return his ID. (A common pattern: DHS will say something like this on social media, but not in court. It appears to be a PR stunt, not any attempt at communicating something true or legally actionable.) When CNN reached out to DHS on this one they added that Brian “attempted to flee” as well, which is remarkable given that he’s a US citizen who literally just stepped outside his place of work. Adrian Martinez, 20, had a run-in with Border Patrol on his break at WalMart. It sounds like — this is unclear — he tried to obstruct a BP vehicle that held one of his friends from work. Border Patrol agents grabbed him and claim that he punched one of them. Of course, a nearby bystander was recording and there is no evidence of a punch. And Border Patrol went on to say that Adrian was a “hostile group” of men, which is weird because he’s one guy… unless they are counting Oscar Preciado, the delivery driver who stood nearby and videoed the whole thing. Neither Oscar’s video nor surveillance cameras that caught the entire event show a punch. Border Patrol says that the complete videos “are missing critical moments and don’t tell the whole story.” But after holding Adrian for THREE DAYS they also dropped the assault charge. Because, as Adrian’s lawyer said, “He didn’t assault anyone.” They’re now charging him with “conspiracy to impede or injure an officer” which his lawyer calls “trumped up” charges. ICE has claimed that upwards of 70% of those they arrest are “serious criminals” but their own statistics tell a different story. In the most recent ICE stats publicly released:

75% of people in ICE private prisons have nothing more than an immigration related issue or a traffic violation

47% of those being held by ICE have no criminal conviction at all… no criminal immigration violation, traffic violation, or criminal charge of any kind.

Would you like to guess the percentage of “serious criminals” who are being held by ICE? We’ve been told over and over that we’re after the “worst of the worst” so I suspect it must be an impressive number. And that number is: NINE PERCENT. It certainly appears that the enormous daily quota for arrests is encouraging quantity arrests rather than quality arrests. Arresting a US citizen, even if you have to release them a few days later, counts toward the arrest. Arresting a tourist at the border rather than refusing them entry counts toward the quota. Arresting people at their green card interviews, tricking immigrants without lawyers into giving up their asylum claims and immediately arresting them once they agree, these all count toward the quota. Some key takeaways:

Don’t call the police expecting help during an immigration raid. Even in states like California, where they are not legally allow to assist federal immigration forces, they also are unlikely to step in and help US citizens or others being abused. Best case scenario: they do some crowd control.

ICE and other immigration forces are not afraid to arrest US citizens (and others) on trumped up charges, hold people, and release them later. There’s literally no consequences for them as individuals or corporately.

It is ICE policy to lie. This is not an exaggeration. They call it a “ruse.” ICE agents aren’t just allowed to lie, they are encouraged to do so and trained to do so. ICE agents are trained to trick and confuse people. Andrea Velez, a US citizen, was arrested in the time it took her mother to drive less than a block. She was on her way to work. She’s Latina. It appears that was enough. (x)

[transmaverique]

you're assuming a lot about binary trans people, and if anything it makes me think that our understandings of our genders aren't actually that different? Not every binary trans person wants to pass as a cis person. I don't want to pass as a cis woman, I want people to understand me for what I am, a collection of internal beliefs and thoughts that I've constructed an identity with. It sounds like we both have created identities for ourselves! If you think that non binary people are the only people capable of creating their own identities and striving to be seen as them, that's on you

im gonna try one more time. i cant really tell if youre being sarcastic or not so im gonna assume youre being genuine when you say you think we have similar understandings of gender. but to me it sounds like you are deliberately ignoring the Actual Words i am saying.

we need words to describe our experiences, both different and common ones. those words may be in themselves faulty or somewhat inaccurate, but they are what we have to discuss important concepts, and they function well enough if they have a generally agreed-upon meaning. right?

so. the dominant culture of the imperial core is one of strictly binary sex. anything that breaks this, is deviant of the "rules of nature", to this dominant culture. right?

so then we call people who are NOT of this binary system multiple different things depending on cultural context and personal identity and personal circumstance. right?

'nonbinary' is only one of those words. to each individual it may mean any one of hundreds upon thousands of different things. everyone has their own personal identity, and while we may use the same word to describe said identity, no two people will have the same definition.

this is true of 'manhood' and 'womanhood' as well. every individual, cis trans both neither intersex perisex and so on and so forth, every single one of them has different PERSONAL interpretations of these words and the concepts they are meant to describe.

but 'woman' has to mean something in order to function as a real concept. it has to have some semblance of shared meaning, shared experience, shared conceptual feeling and vibe, for it to work within the imperial core as a means of systemic control and oppression, for it to work as a communicable identity, and for it to function as a word in a language.

in the same vein of thought, 'binary' is a word we are using to describe someone whose gender, in some way, shape, or form, fits into the schema of 'man and woman'. your internal definition of your own gender does not actually matter very much to other people who do not know it exists.

for me, it matters that i am percieved as a binary gender no matter what i do. it matters, and hurts, a lot. and for some people, it matters and hurts less. for some people, it matters and hurts not at all.

whether you consider yourself binary or not is entirely up to you and how you interpret your own navigation of the world. its very strange to act as if im saying anything otherwise. YOU defined YOURSELF as binary in your responding to me. you said you were also agender, so, like i said in my prev tags, i dont think youre the target audience. but the way youre reacting, it seems you think you are. i am also going to reiterate that 'binary' is not a bad thing to be - binary trans people and for that matter, binary cis people, are not my enemies. but i deserve to have the language to talk about my experiences as they compare to binary people. that's all it is.

[youhaveyourfits]

i love that finally since ive managed to find some kind of interest in life and things in the world rather than just existing out of obligation im finally catching up to where my peers were like 6 years ago. like i want to go to uni and learn things, i have shit to say and curiousity, i have the capacity to socialise and be open to shit. alas

[hellokittyish]

part one here.

★ thinking about mutual masturbation on facetime with ex!satoru which starts off with you just staring at him in some sort of daze, wondering what on earth possessed you to pick up the call in the first place. this is a mistake, you know that... so why aren't you hanging up already?

but before you can dwell too long on the answer to that question, your train of thought is rudely interrupted by a particularly loud moan echoing through the speaker.

“mmh… you actually didn’t decline for once," the white-haired menace gasps out, the slick sounds of his hand gliding up and down his cock only picking up in volume as he lays eyes on you. “shit— you don't know how much i've missed seein’ that pretty face of yours, baby.”

“you’re so shameless, satoru.” you mutter, lacing your tone with as much disdain as you can muster; but the way your own hand somehow snakes its way beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and into your panties tells an entirely different tale of how this whole situation is really making you feel.

“yeah,” he muses in an unapologetic hum, making a show of tilting the camera down to give you a better view of where he's currently thumbing his leaky, blushing tip. “but… ah— so are you, otherwise you would’ve blocked my new number the second i sent you that dick pic.”

“w-well how do you know i wasn't about to press the block button right when you called me and i accidentally clicked accept instead?” you shoot back through teeth which are clenched partly in annoyance and partly in an effort to hold back letting your own pleasure show on your face.

“nah, don’t give me that bullshit,” satoru snorts amusedly, leaning in closer to the screen and tilting his head to the side, snowy lashes fluttering seductively as his bright eyes stare knowingly into yours. “if you’re not enjoying this, then i want you to show me that your hands aren’t in your pants right now rubbing that pretty little pussy.”

shit. of course he'd be able to see through you that easily — he is your ex, after all. but no... you can’t let him win just yet. so, as subtly as possible, you pull your hand from your panties and hold it up to the phone screen, hoping against hope that the darkness of your room hides the wetness of your palm.

“hah. nice try, baby,” he drawls smugly, smiling so wide now that both of his annoyingly cute dimples are on full display; and it’s deliberate, too. he knows full well they were always your weakness. “...but i can see your sweet juices coating those cute fingers from here.”

and he knows he has you right where he wants you when you still don't hang up the call like you both know you should, instead just shoving your hand right back into your panties and rubbing messy circles over your clit while keeping direct eye-contact with him — trying to beat him at his own game, are you? oh, how he's missed you.

so he picks up the pace of his jostling fist around his cock, candy-pink lower lip caught between his pearly teeth as he tries to catch even a small glimpse of your bare skin through the screen; and god, only you could make him act this pathetic, this desperate. "fuck... please, pretty, y'gotta give me something to work with here. h-how about you pull your top up just a little for toru, hm?"

and you've already let this escalate too far to back out now, so you decide to throw caution to the wind and tug at the edge of your oversized tee just enough so that your bare tits spring free, courtesy to your preference for not wearing a bra around your apartment.

"o-oh, just look at those. i missed my girls s'much. bet you wish they were in my mouth right now, huh?" satoru rasps out, balls tightening to an almost painful degree as he reaches down to pay the heavy, neglected sacs some attention by gently fondling them.

and you, having finally caved and slid a finger into your fluttering hole, can only respond with a soft whine as you reach up to knead a breast with your free hand, the image of his skilled mouth suckling on them like he always used to making your much-too-empty cunt clench around your digit with need.

and that singular sweet, sweet sound from your lips that he's been deprived of hearing for months is all it takes for him to finally bust a load all over his chest and hand, goopy white streaks tainting his previously unmarred pale skin as his entire body trembles with a pleasure only you can give him.

and when he eventually manages to compose himself enough to glance back down at the facetime and realize that you're still trying to reach your own climax, your meek little fingers clearly not enough to finish the job, satoru has the absolute audacity to lean right in close to the screen and mutter out a cheeky…

“hey, if y'want me to come over and help you with that then all you gotta do is agree to get back together with me, baby.”

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[innorality]

Can you write a smut of Clark just breeding you in doggy style, and he's so messy to the point where he's pressing your face into the bed, his HUGE sha-boing boing rapidly fucking you?

I need this man to do nasty things to me so bad its actually dangerous

first clark req, how did I do guys 😽

you couldn't blame anybody but yourself.

you asked for this. you asked for clark to go harder on you, to fuck instead of make love. and clark kent being clark kent, he was happy to oblige!

and that's how you ended up with your right cheek sticking onto the bed sheets thanks to the saliva that had been endlessly drooling out of your mouth. you couldn't even bring yourself to think about dragging your jaw back up because of the way his thick cock pounding into you resonated throughout your entire body.

the speed at which he was battering your insides made you go limp, body succumbing to the pleasure that was brought to you thanks to his pace. the friction made your lips heat up which had you bucking away from time to time—unsuccessfully so, because of clark's big hands gripping your hips like he couldn't bear the idea of you getting away.

"baby, you're so good– you- gosh, you're perfect... so, so perfect f'me..." as for clark, he wasn't much better—if not worse. at first, he was hesitant about this, but when he shot his first load inside you, something primal in him blocked out any thoughts of stopping.

when you looked back at him, you saw it—his eyes were focused on a single spot on your ass, and you knew he wasn't looking at you. he was looking inside.

he was looking at his dick pushing his cum out of your cunt to make space for it, he was looking at your walls pressing up against him in a desperate attempt to slow him down, he was looking at the droplets of cum that snuck into your womb—he was seeing it all.

"y-you see that? see?" no, i cant, is what you want to answer, but what comes out is an incomprehensible mix of words he doesnt even bother trying to understand. "t's all me baby– me, it's me in there... fuh- hm– d'ya feel me, baby?" and how could you not? clark was everywhere. you felt him rearranging your insides, you smelled his sweat and semen mixed together, you heard his moans and whimpers everytime you clenched... how could you not feel him?

"c'mon, sweetie, feel me..." and with that, he grabbed your hand that was previously gripping your pillow for dear life and forced it down, pressing it against the overwhelming large bulge on your stomach, which elicited a loud "holy shit–" from you and a long, breathy whimper from him.

he went back to normal vision to enjoy the sight of you disheveled and utterly ruined for him, and god help him—because he almost came right then and there.

his abs clenched when he witnessed the sight of your ass rippling and sticking to his pelvis with each deep thrust of his, the sight of your back arched to an almost impossible degree, and fuck, the way your eye muscles lost tension and allowed your eyes to roll back deep into your skull? that almost got him.

his grip tightened around the hand he was pressing against your bulge and he pulled it to your back, using it for leverage as he fucked even deeper into you (you didn't even know that could be possible), his own head throwing itself back as he started to lose himself completely in the action.

what really made him let go? your praises.

oh, your praises.

"holy fuck– clark, you're perfect, sooo, fuckin' perrfect and- shit! feels so good... so big and so good and so– ah! m'close, baby!" and he knew you were probably just rambling. he knew your brain was melted to the point where it would allow you to just let everything you were thinking spill out of your mouth. but you were thinking of him. speaking of him. to him.

him.

the fact that you gave him so much importance, so much value...

how did he not notice he was already cumming?

your eyes widened when you felt it—ropes and ropes of cum spilling endlessly into you, filling you up to a borderline dangerous extent. it was so warm, so overwhelming, so satisfying... you had to let go too.

"fffuck! please, baby, please! cum for me, I'm begging- please! wanna feel you, wanna feel- hmmm– shit," you're not sure if it's the fact that he swore, the fact that he begged, or the warmth of his seed inside you, but you do know that it was intense.

your entire body shook, muscles clenching and body curling up on itself as if attempting to flee from that feeling. your loud moans and whines echoed off the walls at the intensity of your orgasm, your cunt basically chocking his dick to the point where he had stopped moving all together.

"oh, yes, yesyesyes- please, yes!" clark cried out, pulling on your arm hard enough to drag you up before he wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your neck while you rode out your high.

when you finally came down from the euphoria of it all, you were panting, chest heaving while you were granted your vision back. "oh my... jesus..." you sighed out as he set you back down on the bed gently, your skin sticking to his slightly.

you twitched when he pulled out, his big hands massaging the globes of your ass softly. "you okay, honey?" he questioned and you weakly nodded, swallowing your spit and smirking before speaking up. "never been better..."

he stayed quiet for a moment before you turned around, lying down on your back.

he looked at you with big puppy doe eyes and you already knew what he wanted.

"can we go again...?"

"clark, you just wore me out!"

"okay... can I atleast eat you out..?"

"clark!"