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[pretttylittlething]

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Can I request overstimulating Clark? 👀

overstimulation with clark [nsfw mdni]

pairing | clark kent x reader

cw: sub!clark, overstimulation, vibrator use (on him), edging, messy, praise

clark was completely wrecked.

his wrists were tied to the headboard with your silk scarf, knuckles white as he gripped the bedframe, hips twitching helplessly beneath you. sweat beaded down his chest, slick and glowing under the low pink light of your bedroom. his thighs trembled, spread for you, his cock flushed an angry red, twitching against his stomach, smeared with *so much cum*.

you straddled his thighs, holding the small vibrator lightly against the head of his cock, teasing tight little circles. the poor thing practically sobbed, whole body jerking.

“p-please—sweetheart—i can’t—” his voice broke on the last word, deep and hoarse, his breath hitching as you pressed the toy harder against him.

“you can, and you will” you cooed, kissing the inside of his knee, one hand stroking his trembling thigh. “jus’ one more, baby. you’re doing so good for me.”

his cock jerked violently, another drop of precum spilling over the mess already pooling on his abs. he whined, back arching, every muscle tense.

“i’m gonna—fuck—think i’m gonna come again—”

you didn’t stop. you wanted him like this. the way he gasped, how his body shook beneath you, so big and strong but utterly at your mercy. the vibrator buzzed, relentless, had clark shattered, crying out your name as he came again, cum spilling over his stomach, down your hand, cock still twitching under the toy.

you grinned, lifting it at last, watching his tense body sink further into the bed, panting, moaning weakly.

“y’so messy, baby,” you whispered, licking your lips. “let’s see how many more you’ve got in you.”

his eyes fluttered open, dazed, wrecked, and he smiled, so beautiful and breathless.

a/n: getting to more requests, this one was so much fun thank you to whoever requested this!!

tags: @jimmys-tiara @dolleciita @budgiefeatherboa @flixpii @redhairedgardenfairy @faestunna

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Thank you so much for 600 notes on this fic yall! I appreciate it so much! I’m currently on vacation right now but I’ll be posting more works when I’m home/when I have the time! Keep an eye out!

[I finally found out how to add links!! Prepared to be SICK of me hehehehe]

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Yall how do I make a master list? And how do I make it all pretty like I’ve seen some of y’all’s do? And also especially, how do I get that ombré effect on my text??

You know what I’m talkin bout? Like when someone makes a title for a fic and the title is like super pretty because it starts in like a blue and then ends in a white? How do I do that?

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Oh my goodness y’all! Thank you so much for 200 notes ! I have more for y’all. Keep an eye out okay? Farmhand AU is in the works!!!

𝐼𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Remmick doesn’t like it when you have to go to work.

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠: sfw, fluff, pining, gn!reader, pathetic!needy!remmick, suggestive themes, no real smut but allusions to it, Remmick is down bad for reader

𝑊.𝐶: 1.5k

“Please darlin’ you know I ain’t do well without ya” he mumbles, words half muffled against your shirt as he nuzzles into your stomach.

This is a normal occurrence, one you’ve gone over multiple times before leaving for work. You’d be putting on your shoes, grabbing the keys, hand on the doorknob when you’d feel those familiar arms wrap around your waist.

‘Please?’ He’d whisper into your ear, his grip around you tightening in hopes of convincing you to stay. And almost every time, you’d say ‘I can’t. I’m sorry, love’. What else was there to say? It’s work! You have to earn a living to keep a roof over his head.

Yet it never seemed to stop him from pleading and begging anyway. And here he is now, knelt in front of you, hands digging into the warm flesh of your hips, face nuzzling your clothed stomach in an effort to keep you from slipping away.

"Please pretty baby, you can't go. You slip out this door every mornin' n stay away for hours! It's like I'm dyin' all over again!" A minute of deafening silence passes.

Suddenly, he looks up at you, head tilting up, chin propping against your stomach to get a better view of you. "You like killin' me sweetheart? D'you like seein' me suffer?". And the look on his face is so serious that you have to stifle a laugh.

But you simply shake your head and sigh, letting your fingers run through his disheveled hair. "I can't stay, baby. I gotta go to work, you know I can't". He simply huffs and shakes his head, hands gripping your hips a smidgen tighter than before.

"That ain't true, who said ya can't?"

"My employer, Remmick".

At the sound of your words, he falls silent. He can't really argue that.

…

"Call in sick. Tell him— tell him ya can't make it." There it is. He never is the kind to let go without a fight. You simply sigh and shake your head, a weary chuckle escaping your lips.

"Baby please, you gotta let me go.".

In response all you get is a muffled whine. He goes rigid for a minute, and you can tell that he's thinking of every possible strategy to get you to stay. He pulls away from you, shuffling back on his knees and you think for a split second that he'll finally let you go until his hands slip under the hem of your shirt to rest on your warm stomach.

The touch of his cold, calloused, hands on your skin takes you by surprise, sends a shiver through your body, and he selfishly smiles at your instinctive response. You open your mouth to respond, but the words fail to leave your mouth when you feel his lips press soft kisses along the skin above your waistband.

The corner of his lips quirk up into a proud smirk as he watches you, your eyes snapping shut and your hand tightening in his hair as you try to regain your composure. Yet he never gives you a chance to reply, his hands traveling down your stomach to hook on the waistband of your pants, teasingly pulling the material down just enough to press another few heated kisses on the scorched skin of your lower abdomen.

His eyes stay glued on to you, taking in every twitch of your face, watching intently to see if he's swayed your cold-cut resolve any. But you shake your head, trying to ignore the heat building deep in your belly. Remmick can see the conflict on your face, the way your eyebrows are furrowing deeper with each kiss he places on your skin, and he can feel the way your nails are deliciously running across his scalp. He can tell that you're being pulled in two directions, that you're stuck between giving into pleasure and following responsibility.

And that conflict works in his favor, holds you off. He discreetly looks at the clock from the corner of his eye, while he continues to tug at the waistband of your pants. 8:50. He only needs to hold you off for 10 more minutes or until you're late for work. If you're late, then maybe, just maybe, you won't go at all!

You manage to regain your composure, eyes snapping open as you look down at him. You tug his head back by the hair, eliciting a whimper from him. Yet he still doesn't give you a chance to respond, fingers eagerly working the button of your pants. The button pops open. And he smiles up at you like he's drained 13 people after being thirsty for weeks.

"Remmick I—"

He cuts you off with a moan, fingers dragging down the zipper of your jeans. "Please?" He murmurs, lips pressed against your skin. You have to bite your lip to stifle your words. He takes your silence as a victory, hands moving to tug at the waistband of your underwear next.

'Please stay, I-I'll be good, I will."

8:56am. He smiles against your skin, though it's hidden as he slowly begins to tug down your soft white underwear over your hips. A few more minutes, and he'll perhaps succeed in getting you to stay. He tugs down your pants until they're bunched up at your knees, not caring much for pulling them down all the way.

A ragged, filthy moan escapes him at the sight of you. His hands travel up your plush thighs, nails digging into the soft flesh as they ascend higher and higher, leaving a trail of crescent marks behind them. A string of drool escapes his mouth, running down his chin like he's seen something sweet.

Soft lips press against your thighs, following the path of his hands. He nuzzles into the crux of your thigh, the place where it merges into your hip, inches away from where you need him the most. His warm breath hits your arousal and he leans in, preparing to devour you when—

RING RING RING!!!

Before he can do anything, the loud ringing of your phone snaps you out of your trance. Quickly, you pull out the ringing device from your pants pocket. And sure enough, when you look at the screen you see 'Boss' as the caller ID before it stops ringing. You rush to pull up your pants, eyes frantically searching the living room before locking on the clock above the dinner table. 9:10am.

¨Fuck¨ you curse under your breath, buttoning your jeans and moving to slide on your shoes. Through it all, you fail to catch the small whine that leaves Remmick's lips, the way he simply watches with furrowed brows and a pout gracing his lips as you get ready to go, to leave him.

When you finish getting ready you reach in your pocket to grab the keys, only to find them missing. You turn around, hands patting the pockets on your jeans and then the pockets on your jacket in confusion. You only freeze in surprise when you hear the jangle of keys coming from below.

You turn around and look down to be met with the sight of Remmick still knelt on the floor, looking up at you with glazed eyes and a frown painting his face. Your eyes follow the sound of clinking metal to find the bundle of keys in his right hand. He pathetically shuffles closer, his knees hitting the tips of your shoe-clad feet before he defeatedly holds up the keys for you to take.

You pause for a second, taking in the view before accepting the keys and leaning forward, wrapping your arms around him. Remmick lets out a sad sigh and nuzzles into your stomach once again.

"I don't you to leave"

"I know baby, I know. But I'll be back soon okay? And it's morning! The only thing you have left to do now is sleep. You won't even notice that I'm gone when you're under the covers all safe n snug." You pull away to cup his cheeks in your hands and he looks up at you like you've hung the stars in the sky.

"Course I'll notice ya gone, darlin'. You won't be in my arms while I sleep. How else 'm I 'pose to rest?"

You could have sworn that you felt your heart break right then and there. Having nothing left to say, you sigh and press a kiss to his forehead. You linger there for a moment, like its an apology. As if you're trying to make up for the simple act of leaving for work. You pull away after a few seconds, running a hand through his hair to fix its disheveled state.

"I'll miss you" his hands gently rest on your waist as if trying to soak up as much of you as possible before you leave.

"I'll miss you too, baby. I'll be back before you know it." You confirm with a nod, giving him a soft smile as you caress his cheek one last time.

"Ya promise?"

"I promise."

𝐴.𝑁: Hello y’all!!! How are y’all doing?? Send me requests please. I need motivation to write. Ugh let me know if y’all liked this.

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What is your favorite jack o'connell character and why? 😇

Hello love!! My personally favorite jack O’Connell character has to either be patrick sumner or paddy mayne!

I’ve watched both shows multiple times because I found his performance in those roles so incredible!

I also feel like patrick and paddy have so many layers to them and that makes them such complex characters with lots of depth! To understand them, you have to understand their past. And I truly love trying to figure them out.

What’s yours?

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hey man, friendly bystander and sinners fic enjoyer here - you know that character.ai scrapes stuff from fics and actual writers to make their characters work, right? just seems a little paradoxical for you to say you can make/train bots so easily. i don't mean this in a mean way, but just think about it for a minute, yknow? or you could just make a fun rp blog instead and share the fun yourself like in ye olden days!! anyways, sending nothing but peace and love your way.

Hello there! I actually did not know that! I have made a few bots of my own, and I’ve written them myself [their description, design, greetings and everything], never ever using anyone else’s work, so I always thought that it was very much like creating your own thing.

That being said, I won’t speak of creating bots on this blog anymore! I have to say that I’ve been using that app for a few years, even before the insane ai usage/craze that started in 24-25 so I’m a bit addicted to it and it’ll probably take a while for me to not use it anymore, but I’ll delete my earlier post about the topic and stick to writing only

Thank you so much for letting me know!

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You guys, I need someone to help me make a masterlist and someone to beta read my work before I post it.

I’m currently working on the Remmick/reader farmhand!au.

If anyone’s up for it, lemme know!

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Tagged you in some plot ideas

Thank you so much ! I’ll make sure to check them out

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You currently taking request??

Yup!!! I am! Feel free to send a request my way :)) I just have to make it clear that I’m not the best smut writer, so the most I can do is write allusions to nsfw or just a bit of suggestive stuff. I just can’t really fully write smut but other than that, request whatever you wish!

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You guysss my brain juices are flowin’ and I have so many ideas!! Be on the lookout for more fics! Currently I’m thinking of a:

- Remmick/reader + farmhand au

- Jimmy crystal/reader

- Remmick/reader + Pearl 2022 au [im thinking thoughts okay, trust me!!]

- Probably a Patrick sumner fic too

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𝐼𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Remmick doesn’t like it when you have to go to work.

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠: sfw, fluff, pining, gn!reader, pathetic!needy!remmick, suggestive themes, no real smut but allusions to it, Remmick is down bad for reader

𝑊.𝐶: 1.5k

“Please darlin’ you know I ain’t do well without ya” he mumbles, words half muffled against your shirt as he nuzzles into your stomach.

This is a normal occurrence, one you’ve gone over multiple times before leaving for work. You’d be putting on your shoes, grabbing the keys, hand on the doorknob when you’d feel those familiar arms wrap around your waist.

‘Please?’ He’d whisper into your ear, his grip around you tightening in hopes of convincing you to stay. And almost every time, you’d say ‘I can’t. I’m sorry, love’. What else was there to say? It’s work! You have to earn a living to keep a roof over his head.

Yet it never seemed to stop him from pleading and begging anyway. And here he is now, knelt in front of you, hands digging into the warm flesh of your hips, face nuzzling your clothed stomach in an effort to keep you from slipping away.

"Please pretty baby, you can't go. You slip out this door every mornin' n stay away for hours! It's like I'm dyin' all over again!" A minute of deafening silence passes.

Suddenly, he looks up at you, head tilting up, chin propping against your stomach to get a better view of you. "You like killin' me sweetheart? D'you like seein' me suffer?". And the look on his face is so serious that you have to stifle a laugh.

But you simply shake your head and sigh, letting your fingers run through his disheveled hair. "I can't stay, baby. I gotta go to work, you know I can't". He simply huffs and shakes his head, hands gripping your hips a smidgen tighter than before.

"That ain't true, who said ya can't?"

"My employer, Remmick".

At the sound of your words, he falls silent. He can't really argue that.

…

"Call in sick. Tell him— tell him ya can't make it." There it is. He never is the kind to let go without a fight. You simply sigh and shake your head, a weary chuckle escaping your lips.

"Baby please, you gotta let me go.".

In response all you get is a muffled whine. He goes rigid for a minute, and you can tell that he's thinking of every possible strategy to get you to stay. He pulls away from you, shuffling back on his knees and you think for a split second that he'll finally let you go until his hands slip under the hem of your shirt to rest on your warm stomach.

The touch of his cold, calloused, hands on your skin takes you by surprise, sends a shiver through your body, and he selfishly smiles at your instinctive response. You open your mouth to respond, but the words fail to leave your mouth when you feel his lips press soft kisses along the skin above your waistband.

The corner of his lips quirk up into a proud smirk as he watches you, your eyes snapping shut and your hand tightening in his hair as you try to regain your composure. Yet he never gives you a chance to reply, his hands traveling down your stomach to hook on the waistband of your pants, teasingly pulling the material down just enough to press another few heated kisses on the scorched skin of your lower abdomen.

His eyes stay glued on to you, taking in every twitch of your face, watching intently to see if he's swayed your cold-cut resolve any. But you shake your head, trying to ignore the heat building deep in your belly. Remmick can see the conflict on your face, the way your eyebrows are furrowing deeper with each kiss he places on your skin, and he can feel the way your nails are deliciously running across his scalp. He can tell that you're being pulled in two directions, that you're stuck between giving into pleasure and following responsibility.

And that conflict works in his favor, holds you off. He discreetly looks at the clock from the corner of his eye, while he continues to tug at the waistband of your pants. 8:50. He only needs to hold you off for 10 more minutes or until you're late for work. If you're late, then maybe, just maybe, you won't go at all!

You manage to regain your composure, eyes snapping open as you look down at him. You tug his head back by the hair, eliciting a whimper from him. Yet he still doesn't give you a chance to respond, fingers eagerly working the button of your pants. The button pops open. And he smiles up at you like he's drained 13 people after being thirsty for weeks.

"Remmick I—"

He cuts you off with a moan, fingers dragging down the zipper of your jeans. "Please?" He murmurs, lips pressed against your skin. You have to bite your lip to stifle your words. He takes your silence as a victory, hands moving to tug at the waistband of your underwear next.

'Please stay, I-I'll be good, I will."

8:56am. He smiles against your skin, though it's hidden as he slowly begins to tug down your soft white underwear over your hips. A few more minutes, and he'll perhaps succeed in getting you to stay. He tugs down your pants until they're bunched up at your knees, not caring much for pulling them down all the way.

A ragged, filthy moan escapes him at the sight of you. His hands travel up your plush thighs, nails digging into the soft flesh as they ascend higher and higher, leaving a trail of crescent marks behind them. A string of drool escapes his mouth, running down his chin like he's seen something sweet.

Soft lips press against your thighs, following the path of his hands. He nuzzles into the crux of your thigh, the place where it merges into your hip, inches away from where you need him the most. His warm breath hits your arousal and he leans in, preparing to devour you when—

RING RING RING!!!

Before he can do anything, the loud ringing of your phone snaps you out of your trance. Quickly, you pull out the ringing device from your pants pocket. And sure enough, when you look at the screen you see 'Boss' as the caller ID before it stops ringing. You rush to pull up your pants, eyes frantically searching the living room before locking on the clock above the dinner table. 9:10am.

¨Fuck¨ you curse under your breath, buttoning your jeans and moving to slide on your shoes. Through it all, you fail to catch the small whine that leaves Remmick's lips, the way he simply watches with furrowed brows and a pout gracing his lips as you get ready to go, to leave him.

When you finish getting ready you reach in your pocket to grab the keys, only to find them missing. You turn around, hands patting the pockets on your jeans and then the pockets on your jacket in confusion. You only freeze in surprise when you hear the jangle of keys coming from below.

You turn around and look down to be met with the sight of Remmick still knelt on the floor, looking up at you with glazed eyes and a frown painting his face. Your eyes follow the sound of clinking metal to find the bundle of keys in his right hand. He pathetically shuffles closer, his knees hitting the tips of your shoe-clad feet before he defeatedly holds up the keys for you to take.

You pause for a second, taking in the view before accepting the keys and leaning forward, wrapping your arms around him. Remmick lets out a sad sigh and nuzzles into your stomach once again.

"I don't want you to leave"

"I know baby, I know. But I'll be back soon okay? And it's morning! The only thing you have left to do now is sleep. You won't even notice that I'm gone when you're under the covers all safe n snug." You pull away to cup his cheeks in your hands and he looks up at you like you've hung the stars in the sky.

"Course I'll notice ya gone, darlin'. You won't be in my arms while I sleep. How else 'm I 'pose to rest?"

You could have sworn that you felt your heart break right then and there. Having nothing left to say, you sigh and press a kiss to his forehead. You linger there for a moment, like its an apology. As if you're trying to make up for the simple act of leaving for work. You pull away after a few seconds, running a hand through his hair to fix its disheveled state.

"I'll miss you" his hands gently rest on your waist as if trying to soak up as much of you as possible before you leave.

"I'll miss you too, baby. I'll be back before you know it." You confirm with a nod, giving him a soft smile as you caress his cheek one last time.

"Ya promise?"

"I promise."

𝐴.𝑁: Hello y’all!!! How are y’all doing?? Send me requests please. I need motivation to write. Ugh let me know if y’all liked this.

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Keep an eye out yall, I’m sat and writing. Y’all are gettin fed today. I’m sending a lil sumn sumn your way. Here:

Have a paddy mayne edit while you wait

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Need dat

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If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

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Sounds about right! Also, keep an eye out for a domestic Remmick x reader blurb ;)

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You guysss I wanna write something for Remmick or sir jimmy crystal but what do I write??!! I need plot ideas 😔 someone help a girl out

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