#and no. thats not me enticing you to chase me. i mean i Will actually minecraft you if you get too close to me. and not in a cutesy flirty

[snekdood]

i really dont get the whole "violent thing as a metaphor for queer stuff" thing, like at all

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Deal Pt 2

Masterlist

Summary: Clark take you to august to finish the deal.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, Dub Con, BDSM, Toys

A/N: second part to @wolfieash​ ask which is here

Taglist: in reblog.

Smut below the cut.

"NO IM NOT GOING ! AND YOU CAN FUCK OFF!" You yelled chasing Clark into the living room arms cross and lips pulled into a snarl.

He rolled his eyes at you, you'd been throwing a fit all day.

"Sweetheart, you made a deal, gave him your word... you cant go back on it" he insisted once more trying to convince you.

"Yes I can it was my word! Not yours, I can do what I want!" You huffed blowing some hair out of your face it was hard trying to be serious when your hair seemed to want to stick in your mouth.

"No poppet I'm not letting you break you word , now get dressed we leave in a hour" he said quickly spinning you around pressing you to the bedroom door.

"Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere!" You grunted pulling away from him.

"Tonight love I promise, now go get ready august is expecting us..." he said grinning almost sweetly at you.

"I don't give a flying fuck! I'm not going" you stomped a foot at him finally making his brow twitch, jaw tightening in irritation.

He stood taller and let his frame seem to devour the space on the hall making you shrink, shivering as you watched your sweet fiancé become a great predator. A loin or bear?

"Sweetheart enough! Now go get dressed...I laid out your outfit" he ground out severely finally having enough. A deal was a deal... and he wanted your ass!

"Out fit? What outfit-OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" You cried entering your room seeing the shear fabric

"That? Its a little body stocking~" Clark said leaning on the door frame arms crossed wearing a huge grin.

"IM NOT WEARING A FUCKING BODYSTOCKING!"

"Well I would if I were you because if not there will be images of your naked ass being flown about on the front pages tomorrow~" he quipped with a smirk.

"Yo-you wouldn't dare!" You said voice loosing its bite as he stared at you.

"Wouldn't I? I mean come on love anal's on the line~" he teased and moved up behind you and slapped your bottom hard enough to make you yip and jerk away.

"Now hop to it... You've got 50 minuets~" he called over his shoulder as he exited the room.

In the end Clarks threat of having you mooney metropolis was too much of a threat and you'd showered and slipped into the body stocking...

But you didn't shave! If they were gonna push through with your whole sex for silence deal then they would live with the consequences! No bare pussy for either of them!

Fuck'em.... or don't? Which was preferable

It wasn't that you didn't enjoy it, it was that you did... a little more then you should have! It frightened you the way you'd enjoyed being used and fought over.

"Oh come on why the long face angel?" August hummed as he opened the glass doors on his rooftop home, the penthouse was shiny sleek and as dark as the man himself.

"Fuck off august!" you grumbled walking right passed him as soon as Clark put you down

"Oh such a foul mouth! We will have to teach you some manners~" the agent quipped as you entered the bare but masculine space, everything was harsh lines and fucked up art pieces of splotching blocky shades of black, red and deep violet.

"Yes she's very snippy today... has been all week, pouting" Clark huffed shrugging. Taking the offered crystal glass with amber liquid.

"Ah we have a brat on our hands then?" August chuckled and walked through the home quickly snagging one of your elbows and directed you to the playroom, not wasting any time.

"Yeah, she doesn't want me to fuck her ass" Clark summarized with a shrug.

"Aww Why not sweety? You loved me fucking your ass? You cried and withered moaning so beautifully~" august hummed into your ear as he pressed you over the threshold into a large windowless room, strip lighting igniting the room in a light red. The devils den so to speak.

"Sh-shut up you prick" you snarled.

Augusts reply was a tsk and he pressed you over to a padded sawhorse and looked to Clark nodding to the ankle and wrist cuffs.

Clark breezed past him quickly securing you down making you curse him, but by this point it was a formality as you had already soaked yourself through.

"Oh would you look at that? Our little brat is eager~" august said with a chuckle and a warm hand probed you lightly making you jolt and try to squirm away.

"Yes I know, she likes denying herself, its strange she knows we will win but Continues to fight?" He said coming around your side ghosting his fingers over your ribs making you shudder.

"Well lets not waste time shall we? I have a few things out ready but first lets get this fitted shall we?" August said menacingly walking around you brandishing a very large O ring gag.

"After all if she's going to throw a tantrum I don't trust her not to bite" he uttered moving towards you.

"I've never thought of using one of those before... it wont hurt her will it?"

"Only her pride Clark trust me even she needs a... dressing down every once in a while" august reassured him.

Your eyes grew wide as the agent approached with the large gag that looked both threatening and enticing, things had been kinky with august but you hadn't ever gone this far into bdsm before. You were scared and still fighting but not as hard? You were curious and being dominated by them last week had... changed you. It had been thrilling to be so out of control.

"Should we... give her a signal or something? Incase it gets to much?" Clark quizzed, he was still all for it but wanted to be mindful of you. He didn't want to hurt you.

"Trust me she's going to love it, but in the case of something going wrong" august directed his attention to you befo4e continuing.

"There is a small desk bell one the inside of the left leg on the saw horse... if thing get too much hit it three times fast and we will get you down" he said seriously.

You frowned as his gaze bored into you, for a second you believed you saw actual concern in his eyes.

It unsettled you, August couldn't really have any feelings towards you could he? I mean this was blackmail!

You nodded quickly to him letting him know you understood.

Then just like that August was haughty again and quickly fixed the gag in your mouth, setting your teeth in the small grooves that was semi comfortable.

"Shes ready when you are~" the agent hummed and stood back.

Clark darted behind you and helped himself to you and august disappeared from sight.

You moaned into the room as your fiancé roamed your folds as if exploring them for the first time.

He was rougher then usual prodding and impaling you fast and hard before slowing and drawing your own arousal over your presented ass.

You withered as Clark used you body, pressing you higher and higher making you teeter on then edge then back away letting you calm down only to work you up again.

"I thought we could... try something... a little bonus for all of us tonight~" you heard august but couldn't see him.

"I'm listening" Clark said as he plunged his fingers back into you harder throwing off your concentration making you cry out.

"I have this" you tried seeing what August had but was too preoccupied with the maddening strokes of clark's fingers as he pounded away at your g-spot forcing you to try and rock on him chasing a high he had already cruely denied you twice.

"What even is that thing?" Cark said not paying attention to you as your body twisted and pulled trying to cum like a desperate whore.

"Here ill show you~" august said and Clarks fingers disappeared from you making you cry out and moan, your pussy tried holding him but it was to drenched to actually grip him.

Then something was pressed into you, large wide and very short.

"Oh-oh fuck?!AH!" You yelped  awkwardly around the gag as the toy settled, curved forward and down pressing on your gspot without being held. There was a large flat expanse resting outside of you to, the toy curved in a large C shape.

"Does that go up her?"

"No no, we just pop her little clit in here~ and press the button!" You jerked as august moved you, thick fingers prodding your clit and sat the engorged nub into a small round dip and pressed a button.

You squealed tensing all at once as you felt a suction on your clit and roared.

"Holy shit?" Clark said in awe watching as you keened and tried throwing you weight around on the toy that was held in place by your muscles clenching to it so tightly... It was bittersweet in a way, your own body holding the sweet torturous device on your clit.

"And it gets better, press that one" you hear a small click and arched moaning out as the egg like shape inside of you came to life vibrating against your insides.

Clark watched entranced as you withered this is what he'd been missing out on? Fuck!

August darted around you and strokes you hair watching as Clark stripped behind you unable to wait any longer as you thrashed about trying to rock into the toy.

"Shh shh thats a girl, now deep breath your wonderboy may be a little too enthusiastic if your doing all that squirming~"

You froze feeling Clark poise himself at your well lubed ass then grunted as he thrust forward splitting you open.

Clark hissed and moaned loudly as the vibrating egg not only made you quiver and tense around him already threatening to flood the place but it also rubbed his cock as he rutted you.

"Oh fuck- thats amazing! I cant- I shit babe!?" Clark didn't wait he immediately began pounding in to the tight quivering body before him.

August chuckled once more before releasing his own belt buckle. Not wanting to let your wails and monas go to waste.

They would work wonders on his cock, offering the sweetest of releases as you screamed onto his cock as he lodged it into your throat.

August was never into men, but he could develop a thing for corrupting this huge perfect man.

For now August would let you and Clark think you were in control of the deal. Let this one final night play out.

But the seed was sewn and before long he knew Superman would return wanting to explore more and more of this little sex dungeon. And then he will strike another deal.

Because August wasn't opposed to making a little compromise to get decent pussy. If he had to share with Supes so be it, it looked like he could teach the kid a thing or two and he would gladly, because he had many more toys to tease you both with~

If things went to plan he'd have not one but two desperate little subs. And he couldn't wait!

[somuchanemoia]

Of Ugly Sweaters and Hoodie Thiefs

For @delta-roseblr

I’m finally finished with this! It took me a bit after my test to write this because I was trying not to nod off, but I am happy to present to you another little delix ficlet. After the day I've had, I needed to write some humorous fluff so please enjoy some horrible flirting, some gentle angsty teasing, and one hoodie thief. 

“Damnit,” He mumbled as he continued to toss clothes out of his hamper. He couldn’t find it. He could have sworn he had worn it yesterday morning when he had gone to school. He could’ve sworn he had it. 

But where was it? 

Dean didn’t have many hoodies, to begin with, but he still couldn’t believe he was completely out of jackets to wear entirely, including the hoodie that Will had lent to him a few weeks ago. He had already dug through his closet, pushing shirts and flannels and the occasional pair of jeans to the side as he tried to find at least one jacket to wear out into the nippy February air. It wasn’t snowing, thankfully, but he still didn’t feel like walking out into the 35-degree air in nothing but a t-shirt and jeans either. But, the was starting to look like it was going to happen as his eyes landed on the only jacket he could find in the back of his closet, which just so happened to be the bulky, below zero snow jacket he had gotten the year he and some friends had traveled to Gatlinburg to go skiing.  

Plus, he knew Will would throw a total bitch fit if Dean managed to lose another hoodie, his hoodie, to the list of lost outdoor wear. Especially if Will knew where all Dean’s clothes were disappearing to.

Long story short, Felix was a hoodie thief and wasn’t too inclined of giving them back. 

He sighed and tried to straighten up his mess, shoving clothes back into the basket that he would face this evening. He had promised to meet Felix at his place in 20 minutes and he was running out of time. He shuffled back over to his closet and began searching again. He had to at least have something to make him a bit warmer on the drive over, an old sweatshirt or something at the least.

He finally managed to find a long sleeve something or other from the depths of his closet that would just have to work for now, at least until he could swipe back a couple hoodies from his imp of a boyfriend. He yanked the material off the hanger and looked it over before sighing slightly. He had forgotten he owned this -- he could’ve sworn he had somehow lost it or had binned it years ago, actually -- but yet here it was in all its glory. 

He had remembered the Christmas when his aunt had shoved the lumpy package into his hands and had giddy waited for him to open it. Out had tumbled the forest green sweater, with the words “Merry Christmas, you Filthy Hobbitses” stamped across a knit background of swords and Celtic looking designs. His Aunt had found it somewhere for him and while he probably would only wear it during Christmas, he couldn’t help but smile and hug her in thanks before yanking the sweater of his Christmas pajamas that year. 

Even to this day, the warmth of the memory of that Christmas, but yet here was the sweater, in all its ugly glory here to dress him on this bitterly cold February morning. He pulled the sweater over his t-shirt, his arms a little to long for the material and his shoulders a little too broad, but it’d work for now. 

When Felix had opened the door and caught sight of him, a smirk jumped onto his face as his eyes landed on the sweater that clung to Dean’s frame, “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you got a long way to go before the next ugly sweater party.”

Dean rolled his eyes as he stepped into the warm house, “Ha. Ha.”

Felix kicked the door closed and leaned against as Dean toed off his shoes by the front door, “I dunno, Dean. I’m sure there's some knitting circle down here that wouldn’t mind me joining their ugly sweaterness for the afternoon.” 

“Could finally live my dream of being the most handsome man in the knitting circle.” Dean leaned over then and pressed a kiss to Felix’s lips, “Besides its all your fault.”

Felix arched an eyebrow and looked at him with those perfect dark hazel eyes, a smile still quirked on his lips, “I don’t see how this is my fucking fault at all.” He leaned in closer to Dean, “Care to enlighten me, Smeagol?”

Dean snorted before pitching his voice deeper in his throat and making his best Gollum impression, “You stole it from us, sneaky little hobbitses. You stole all my hoddies.”

Felix let out a chuckle and moved closer to the stairs, beginning to go up to his room, “Dude, you just have fucking awesome taste in hoodies,” Felix turned back to look at him, his smile still contagious, “Besides, I only have a few of them.”

“Four of them exactly,” Dean hummed as he followed Felix up the slightly less than grand staircase up to the second floor, “I’m gonna need at least one of them back, dude. Or I’m gonna be forced to wear this around all the time.”

Felix snorted again as he reached back and took Dean’s hand, pulling him down the hall and into his bedroom, “I mean, you just look adorable in your nerd getup.” He teased, sprawling across his bed, “But if you’re that desperate to get out of it, I wouldn’t mind.”

Dean bit his lip and gazed at Felix. He was just dressed in a t-shirt, one of Dean’s favorite shirts of Felix’s, a faded red Coke t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants and he looked as if he hadn’t bothered cleaning up after getting out of bed. His dark hair was still slightly sleep mused, sticking up in odd little places and his eyes warm and inviting. Damn, Felix seemed to get more and more attractive every second he looked at him.

He came to kneel onto Felix’s bed, looking down at his boyfriend for another second before leaning down and smashing their lips together. Felix’s content hum vibrated against his mouth and long fingers came to curl gently around the back of Dean’s neck. His own hands couldn’t help but come to rest on the gentle curve of Felix’s hip as their kiss deepened. 

God, Felix was incredibly perfect. 

He managed to pull himself back enough to look down at Felix, his eyes lust filled under Dean in the most enticing way, and his smile soft and gentle. It was so opposite of Felix generally, that it was incredibly breathtaking to be allowed to see this side of his boyfriend. 

“Fuck...” Felix breathed softly as he leaned his head up to chase after him. Dean pulled back more, keeping himself just out of reach, making Felix’s eyes fill with some anxiety, “Dean...?”

“’lix” Dean hummed as he brushed his forehead against the top of Felix’s dark hair, “Need you...”

Felix went to chase after his lips again, the lust in his eyes increased by tenfold, “Okay~”

“Felix,” Dean hummed and let a smirk slide over his lips, “Need you to give me my hoodies back.”

Felix’s hand shot out and smacked against Dean’s shoulder half in frustration and half playfully, “Damnit!” He sat up, his eyes glaring into Dean’s own blue ones, “God fucking damn you, Solace!” But nonetheless, he stood up and stalked over to his closet that looked more like a random pile of closes and odds and ends, “Here’s your fucking hoodies back.” He said as he chucked a dark Metallica hoodie at Dean’s face.

Dean laughed as he fell back onto Felix’s bed as he caught the lumps of material being thrown at him, “Oh come on, Felix. You don’t have to give them all back.” He teased.

“I’m not,” Felix said as he shook a light grey sweatshirt at Dean, “This one, I’m keeping, dude.”

Dean tried to keep his smile steady, but he couldn’t help the rush of hilarity going through him as he eyed the jacket in Felix’s hand, “Uhm, thats okay, I guess. Just don’t let Will see you wearing that.”

Felix snorted and pulled the sweatshirt on over his shirt, the grey material falling baggily around his body and bunching at the neck and arms, “Your cousin needs to get the fuck over it. It’s just a hoodie.”

Dean grinned and pointed at the sweatshirt that Felix was practically drowning in, “Yeah, but that’s Will’s hoodie.”

Dean had never seen Felix take off his clothes as fast as he had after that.

[tryandmakeitdaily]

1/23/19

Ya ya ya ya ya. This is where we’re at now. About to move to LA at the ripe old age of 26. I think at this point in my life I’m thinking about what it means to be my age and all of the work I feel like I should be doing in preparation. 

Theres that word again - should. For a while I really erased that word from my vocabulary but currently the feeling of “should” still exists. Everyday, I find myself thinking of things I should be doing - especially for the move. I’m going to do these things. Or I can. Should and the expectations it brings are useless.

I feel lonely as I move, I know I have support from those that I love, but I can sense that I’m trying to cover up my loneliness by talking to multiple girls at once. Every night I send the “Hi” text out, expectation something worthwhile to come of it. But that never comes, I’m not developing a relationship with anyone and no one around really has the time or the ignorance to be involved with someone who is going to be moving in a week.

Now, my focus WILL (not should) be on packing, selling and getting that money before that move out. The drive will be cleansing, a baptizing 3 days of enlightening and patient travel across the United States. I’ll be able to stop in a couple places along the way, we’ll see what fits in my life and what does not.

I must go. I will go. I will conquer. Its strange - the actual fear I have isn’t necessarily that I won’t be able to do that which is required of me musically - its that I won’t enjoy it. I chase happiness like this in my mind. Maybe this is actually problematic because to chase happiness is to chase nothingness. Its to chase north on the compass, you will never catch it, it is just a rough guide for your decisions. In fact, maybe its easier upon reflection than it is anything else.

I’m grateful for so many people in my life right now. Garret. Ashlynn. Siena. Shack. Brian. My family. All of these people have spouted such support for me, they have given me the courage to go forth into that deep end. Take the plunge. Leap of faith. I’m also thankful I have all the means to get this stuff done. Its so important. I have a place to stay. I’m doing it on easy mode. And I love that. Thats how I wanted it to be. Thats the smart way to do it.

I worked out with Seth and Thibault yesterday. I’m not sore - it was interesting being at assemble briefly for that. Seeing all of those people. I think I’ll only really miss Seth. Everyone else is to self-focused to have any concern of me, truly. Which I don’t even blame them for really, I can totally relate, I’m the same way.

I’m excited for today, I’m excited to get my acne in control with this new stuff the doctor gave me. Some antibiotics - which at first I was extremely hesitant about - but now I understand in order to move forward to Accutane, I can’t possibly handle accutane if I can’t handle this antibiotic stuff. And I can totally handle it. Its a light stomach ache if I eat it at an improper time.

Right now I’m focused on sleep. Getting money and sleep. That’s all I care about right now besides maybe seeing some people before I leave. So many things I have to schedule - its weird how my brain works. It wants to transition so much, wants to get going once I get pumped up, unwilling to finish the task at hand but I control my brain. I control my body. I can sit here and type more until I’m done despite all of those fleeting feelings of fleeing.

Yesterday I masturbated for the first time in a little bit - maybe a week. I was so disproportionately horny for some reason. I mean I got laid a little while ago, but I think separate of porn I actually have a fairly large sexual appetite. I bought nudes which I always thought I’d never do but this girl is enticing to me, something about the transaction is alluring as well as the guiltlessness about it. I mean I’m literally funding someone else. And something about going on Pornhub is disgusting, it seems like a dopamine fest and further feeds into the addiction of porn. I mean its definitely more costly. What if, right? What if I had to always pay to jerk off. Thats crazy to think about. And what if all that money went to a person. Honestly thats not bad.

So much of my sexual nature is built on the idea of shame, on the idea of being better or that sex is something bad or inherently wrong. I’m not sure about my relationship to masturbation separate of porn. But porn is definitely its own things and I am shameful of that. Although I don’t want to be - but I think it kind of takes over my life if I let it. Just like reddit. And reddit seems to be a gateway to porn. Endlessly - there will always be some attractive looking person or some alluring story on there that I will thoughtlessly click on and indulge in. Which, I mean, I think is a good thing.

I can tell I’m stressed out when I’m obsessively texting people to avoid my thoughts or my stress. I don’t have an outlet I can just do from home for this stress, but I recognize it as something thats very potent and very powerful if I’m not mindful of it. Thats important to recognize and I’m proud of myself for doing so. I can do better and I will do better. So I suppose, in relation to paying for nudes or asking for them endlessly, I’m at odds with what I think is right. Actually no, I know what I want. I don’t want to want nudes. And nudes become the replacement for porn when I disallow myself to look at it. What if I masturbated separate of the porn. Trying to recognize or be aware of what I want - a dopamine hit from porn or a masturbation. Separating those two things seem to be the key to this. Sexuality in this case has more to do with my impulsive nature than it has to do with my desire for human connection, or even my animalistic humpy biology.