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i wanna write sooo bad but its like how tf do i even do that

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he was looking at me btw

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clark kent and his glasses fogging up when he eats you out…

he’s frustrated. you can tell. his mouth is moving more rapidly than usual and his groans turn into hungry growls, as if he’s angry at something.

“ahh-shit..c-clark, baby? what’s wrong? hm?” you ask, your fingers still entangled into his dark locks. he grunts, bringing a calloused hand down to swiftly replace his skilled tongue with his index and middle fingers. “‘m sorry, darling…can’t see..” he apologizes, his face squished against your thigh as he looks up at you longingly. “stupid glasses..” he mumbles to himself, moving to take them off — his fingers still steadily pumping in and out of you. your moans and whines turn into a gasp, your thighs closing as your high approaches. “don’ take ‘em offf!” you whine. clark grins and pushes his glasses up, his fingers speeding up in your cunt.

“clarkkkk!” you whine your toes curling. “sweetheart, hold it f’me until my glasses clear? please? i jus’ wanna see my pretty baby let go.” he smiles, his glasses slowly clearing up. “‘m trying!” you mewl out, your back arching. his glasses finally clear up, and he goes back to devouring your cunt. you cry out, your fingers gripping your boyfriend’s hair. “wait, doll-“ he interrupts — but he’s too late. your cunt gushes out clear liquid, a moan ripping out of your throat as you thrash around, your toes still curled.

“‘m glasses fogged up again…one more time f’me?” he asks, a sheepish smile on his face, a white cast on his glasses.

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too many ideas. do i write about matt (daredevil) or rick and daryl (twd) or frank (punisher) or ghost (cod) or remmick (sinners) or clark (spm) or or or or

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𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 – 𝐜. 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭; +𝟏𝟖) | it's nearly 3am and here i am. thinking of this guy. ugh. somehow this is still @ovaryacted's fault.

warning(s) include smut, f!reader, drugs (weed), smoking, high oral sex (m receiving), needy!clark, subby!clark, not-dating-but-not-just-friends type shit, big dick!clark, clark shirtless and in pajama pants, edging (mentioned)... word count is 0.8k! enjoy loves <3

Smoking with Clark Kent, who gets touchy and sappy and horny whenever he's high.

He doesn't do it that often, and only with you, 'cause you don't care that he's already half way hard as soon as the buzz starts to hit. A meaty swell showing off between his legs as he stretches his long limbs on your couch, Clark melts into the plush behind him with loosening muscles and lowering inhibitions. Eyes dragging to look at you through his glasses as he thinks.

"You're really pretty, y'know that?" Clark slurs out, passing the blunt back to you and sighing out a mouthful of smoke. "Prettiest girl I know..."

His words drip with almost as much adoration as his stare–hooded and lingering on you. It trails down to your lips, his manners somewhere far away as he waits for your reaction, and Clark groans to himself when he spots your lazy smile.

With long but slow-hauling limbs, Clark reaches. Tugging you until you're laying nice and close, just like he likes, and your cheek rests against the cloth of his pajama pants. Slipping the joint from your fingers, he holds it to you lips, letting you take a long drag while his other hand slides under the hem of your t-shirt to rub your back.

Shifting his hips, Clark gulps. His cock is solid as a rock and aching. Looking as if it's trying to tear the seams of his bottoms with every other pulse.

"Can I–" he pauses, the words getting stuck when he places the blunt on a nearby ashtray. "Can I stick it in your mouth? Like last time… just feels so good when 'm like this, petal."

"Kiss first?"

Clark's face splits into a crooked smile and scrunched nose.

Golly, you're cute, he thinks to himself as you turn and poke out your lips. He meets your mouth with a small groan, pouring his entire self into you through the wet snog, tongue lathering yours with his spit until you finally pull away.

He doesn't get a chance to think as you scrunch closer to him and pull at his pants, the both of you gasping when his cock slaps free; dense with a slick shine and pink, dribbling head.

"That's it…" Clark groans, body turning into mush all over again at the feeling of your tongue guiding his tip into your mouth. You wet him with drooling saliva, hands reaching to stroke the rest of him. He can barely fit into your mouth, and it's still incredible. You make him feel like he's soaring somewhere up in space as you lap and move your head with a languid bob, your hands matching the slow movements with sweet jerks.

Lips stretched wide, you suckle him with soft slurps and closed eyes, Clark growing more restless by the second, unable to control the whines that slip out whenever your tongue does that swirl. The entire time, he pets your head and rubs your back, leaning until he can gather a cheek of your ass and squeeze.

"Oh, my gosh," Clark arches a little when you pull back for air, licking into his slit while breathing through your nose. Your flick your tongue until he's trying to pull away from you. Whimpering out a pitiful, "wait, wait… don't wanna–ngh–don't wanna come yet. Please."

A thick breath leaves him when you decide to listen, switching back to gentle sucks.

Yes. Just like that, that's what he wants. For you to edge him. Draw it out, and then milk him while he wails and trembles in your grip.

"Look at me for a sec, please," Clark begs with a hint of desperation, needing to see you, your eyes. "Look at me."

Spinning your head, you meet his gaze, and it's just as red and glassy-eyed, and hazed over as his.

There's just... something about you. Something that make his insides squeeze and mind cloud over ten times worse that he just barely catches the feeling of his skin warning all over.

"'m coming," Clark whines, disappointment frowning his brow, but not because of you. It's him. He wants it to last forever, wants to stay tucked between your lips until the end of time.

The man whines into a strong arch, scrunching your shirt up as he grips it with a tight fist, glasses fogging as he puffs out hot pants of your name. "No, no. not yet."

Despite his words, his cock spurts a healthy load. It drips all along his shaft, gatering along the sides of your fingers as you wring him empty.

Clark finishes with a loud huff, body flinching every so often as you drag your tounge to lick him clean. Swallowing thickly, he watches you. A little annoyed with himself but also mesmerized.

"…I'll do better next time, okay? I promise."

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

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Omggggg I am so fuckin late but happy birthday love youuu

YOU NOT LATE GIRL IM STILL CELEBRATING LMAO

i love you more nonnie baeee

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"forearms.." i whisper.

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AGGHHH I WANNA WRITE SB BUT MY NAILS ARE TOO FUCKING LONG BUT I JUST SAW SUPERMANNN UGH CRIES

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KISSES FOR YOU 4EVER 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

THANK YOU NONNIE BABY DID YOU KNOW ILY

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AAAHHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY GORGEOUS 💜💜💜💜 LOVE YOU TO PIECES I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST BIRTHDAY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD AAAHHH

THANK YOU MY LOVEEE

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say happy birthday pls </3

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No bro you dont get it you'll be married in a year in the suburbs

With kids on the way in three

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Hi

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i was NOT expecting you to rb jschlatt smut tbvh it never even occurred to me that may exist and damn now i’m down bad like i liked his voice an all but now i’m obsesseddd holyshit fuckkkk obligatory hearts f your aesthetic 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

LMAO YES GIRL IT EXISTS AND THERE'S A LOTTTT OF IT 😵‍💫😵‍💫 hes so fine hes so fine

OBLIGATORY HEARTS RIGHT BACK 💞💞💞

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Im so upset daryl dixon isnt here to slob on my ckat crazy style rn ik he gives the sloppiest head

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up in the watch tower late at night... daryl turns the lantern down, so it just barely illuminates the ground around the both of you..

fucking s3!daryl while being "on watch" .. thoughts are stirring

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