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romanscoming · 2 years ago

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hi! I love your stories, can you please write a Kent x Vampire reader?

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"YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME CRY.."

KENT FISHER x BLACK!VAMPIRE!READER FLUFF/LIGHT-SMUT

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"He finds her sex toys and proves that he is better" - @fezandashgirlfriend & ANONYMOUS

OCEAN EYES - BILLIE EILISH

No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Fallin' into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes

SUMMARY; Seeking out of school with kent, as he'd found your little toys you been using behind his back but almost getting caught by the cops.., he rewards you for having a plan that works but also shows you he is way better than the no good shoes you got hanging around your room.

WARNING !

Kent is a little bratty, light sex, oral (female receiving), biting, breast-play, cum eating, pussy eating, face riding, body worship to the max, pet names such as babygirl, angel and sweet girl, kent is just mostly pleasing you, ..

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YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND HAD TO BE THE MOST GOOFIEST COUPLE AT NEVERMORE, not quite popular but noticeable, not toxic but sweet and full of love, not quite rough but going through it smoothly you know.

But that must had lend to you what you guys were going tonight, you guys were quite the troublemakers, well mainly Kent, you were the one always getting him out of trouble but once you guys were dating,

It was like a game of checkers against the rest of the school.

You would play a prank so good, and play it off as if Kent did it and everyone would believe he did, but do you both have that power, a siren and a vampire who can both control another.

You controlling with just eye contact, and him luring others with his pearly, ocean blue eyes and, hypnotic singing.

The relationship was full of trust, you both maybe control one or other at least once but made a promise to only do it when it is needed, such as one not talking to the other, or needing a confession, and wanting to know what's wrong.

But nothing to personal, Leading into the moment you were in right now, panting out a breath, you'd found Kent in your dorm waiting for you, and he'd seem pretty off a little but he didn't tell you anything,

That was until you told him to wait for you outside of the build as he asked you to come with him to get something, as he left you room you noticed the shoe box unearth your bed was half way open..

You try to ignore it as you quickly got dress, not putting on any panties as you believed you would make it up to him but boy, were you wrong.

You running down the street with Kent by you side.

As you turn the corner you'd came to a dead end which left you both with a groan, Kent was babbling trying to figure out what was next, you just stared at him and just let out a puff of your breath.

Now as you were both turned around, you'd seen the flicker of the torches and flashlights coming in closer and fear filled your veins at the thought of being caught.

You swallow hard and turn towards Kent, "Do you trust me?",,

He nodded his head as you asked and looked deeply into his eyes as his hands gripped onto your waist,

Mumbling a small 'fuck it' before smashing his lips onto yours as you grip the collar of his shirt and pulled him more closer to you, closer as possible, making his back press against the wall, as he blinked into the kiss seeing how you needed this.

You pulled away just as you catch a breathe and then called out for another.

His eyes widened a little softly, but without hesitation his lips were covering yours once again.

heat instantly filled your body once again, forgetting that y'all were being followed until the sound of stuttering guards interrupted you.

"Oh! Apologies my Lord-.. I..I will leave you guys be as soon as possible." the man said as he covered his eyes and walked away, cheeks reds.

Kents eyes never left yours as he stared down at you, shocked at your little trick you played on the man,

Your cheeks warmed as you buried yourself into the boys chess and let your warm shaking breath touch the surface of it before looking up at him smiling, "That question is such a turn on for me for some reason.."

Kent hummed as he tucked a piece of you braided hair behind your ear and planting his mouth on your cheek before planting it onto your forehead leaving little kisses.

With due, you guys were in the popular cafe playing around, and running around, the lights of the small building were off, only to Kent to tap the lamp costing a small bit of light to glow in the room

You played music next to the lamp, as you guys connected with each other, attaching your body together as your head rested on his shoulders and his arms around your waist as you rocked against one and another.

As you guys were looking deeply into each others eyes, those ocean eyes.. not even a little fair as you seen all of the lust piled up inside, you notice that their was a problem,

He planted about 6 pecks around your face, and another 6 on your lips, back to back as you pulled him back for more, needing more and having to have more.

Before you knew it you were laid in on the booth table, shirtless, bra-less only with your skirt on.

Kent was caressing all over your body, squeezing your jaw making you keep eye contact with him, squeezing your thighs.

Trailing his hands up to your inner-thigh reaching for your pussy before pulling away and caressing your breast, pulling and biting at your nipples.

"I know, you know what I know." Kent told you looking deeply into your eyes.

You kissed your teeth, before he opened your mouth and spat inside of it before closing your mouth making sure you swallowed it all,

Finally letting his hand cupped your clothed pussy, he smiled to himself as he felt the wetness.

"You leaking through your draws or you decided not to wear any tonight?" He argued, "Maybe you were to busy about to play with yourself with those toy, huh-ain't that right?"

You felt yourself dripping more as he bought out your sex-toys your kept in that box under your bed,, normally you would put it away in the closet, maybe behind some boxes on the top shelf, but you just forgot to replace it back up there that evening ?

He ripped your skirt off as you whimpered at the rough touch, his hand still ghosting around your pussy as you threw your head back and moaned.

He came closer to your ear and whispered so sweetly but rough, "I could be so much better, doll..,"

"I could let you feed on me, I could touch you in the places you want to be touch, and I can pleasure you more, make you really moan and all.. all of that because you're my everything.."

"And I don't want no toys beating me at make your feel like you're my everything." He added shortly after, panting groaning in your ear as he grind on the edge of the table, needing affection.

Pulling you closer to him, he spat on his dick, palming himself a couple of times before placing himself between your pussy lips, just like a hotdog between bread,

He kissed your forehead before pushing your head into his neck whispering as you whimper and babble, "Bite me baby, you know you want to.. go ahead."

With that being side, you moaned as his mushroom tip press against your clit tapping it making your legs shake a bit.

As your vangs came out, your planted them into his shoulder.

You bit him, sucking up blood, as you eyes rolled back, and body started to go out of control, hips rocking against his cock, arms wrapped around his back, hands starching his back leaving major marks, you couldn't do anyways but shake up your body.

His blood was a addiction, like something so amazing, like sex on the beach.. just drinking gives you a orgasm and you were getting closer and closer.

Just as he felt you twitching, he pulled you off, backing you away.

He moves down your skin, cupping one of your breast and taking one into his mouth,, as your back arches and rises off of the table.

He bites down, letting a mark like you did on his neck, but pulls away looking at you deeply in your eyes.

"Want me to make you feel good, the best you haven't had.. I'll show you that you don't need them toys, only me."

He whines into the skin of your stomach as he kisses and bites down on it, his face sliding down towards your expose private.

"Gonna have to cum on my tongue,, now..?" He asks as he bites on your thighs kissing the corners of your pussy, before looking back up at you.

you whined for him to stop teasing you, telling him don't waste your time.

He slapped your clit with his hand making you whine as his got on his knees and placed your legs onto his shoulder, lowering his hand planting small kisses on your cunt over and over, staring back up at you dumbly and innocently.

He started making out with your pussy.. slurping up all of your pussy juices, all of the wetness, as it started to spill out more and more as he tried to clean it up.

"please..please please please-Kent!" you whined as your lift up getting a better look, he licked up your slit, as your back returned to the arched position, legs wrapping around his neck as one of his hands grabbed ahold of your right thigh, as the other hand squeezed at your breast,

You felt his breathe hike on your cunt just as his tongue entered your sticky hole, he kissed it as his head was buried even more into your cunt as your thighs tighten around his head.

You pause of a second as you felt yourself wet like hell, and so close to cumming, you whimpered now noticing that you were stuffing his head in your cunt and pulled them away

Letting your legs hang off of his shoulders as your hand followed his.

One hand caress his that was holding on to your boobies, and your other hand tugging on his hand thrusting it up and down trying to move his hand in the same place.

"O-ohhh god, Kent!" your moans filling up the dark room, "Keeppp-ahh~ keep going please!"

You begged and begged, "Keep doing it.. don't stop!"

He made eye contact with you as the other half of his face was deeply inside of your cunt, his tongue pushing in and out of you and back up pressing it against your clit, as he pushed about 3 fingers into your hole,

Making that back arches even higher and high, you moans kissing the air around you guys as you looked at the window and seeing ya'lls reflection.. you moaned even more.

Legs shaking even more as you babbled for more and more, "Please.. Im begging.., Kent say it please!" feeling that puddle building up inside of your belly.. breaking slowly but quicken as the pace of Kent speeded up.

"Im going to cum!" You babbled, as he rubbed your stomach, he kissed you cunt before humming against it shaking up your body even more, "Cum, butterfly.. do it."

Just as those words came out, you panted up a moan just as your orgasm came up, Kent rides out your high as you finally got the breath you been trying to catch for the longest,

He kissed your stomach, breast, shoulders and lips twice as he moved and kissed under your neck, "I love you.. you don't need them toys okay?" you heard him muffle.. you just pulled him in for a heavenly kissed before smiling and saying,, "I love you more."

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genieofthebooks · 2 years ago

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Hi!

How are you?

Would you write a story where Kent x Reader end up having a child?

Tired Young Parents

A/n: Sorry this request took so long. In this you and Kent still go to Nevermore but share a dorm. Readers abilities are not mentioned. You have a daughter called Cordelia (Delia and Coral for short, It means daughter of the sea) The photo's are just references to what you do nothing like what the reader looks like.

Pairing: Kent x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, children, Wednesday being Wednesday

"Where is your child?" Was the first thing you heard when you slumped down on the picnic bench for lunch. Enid saw how tired you were and started to rub your back in comfort even though the soothing movement was making you more tired and you nearly fell asleep at the table. Waking up when Wednesday nudged you with the blunt end of her fork.

"With Kent, somewhere" you muttered into the table trying to keep yourself awake for later classes. Swatting away the fork Wednesday was poking into your side, contrsting with the feeling of Enid now patting your head.

"Speak of the devils" Divina spoke noticing her brother and her niece walk into the courtyard looking way more alive than you, who was falling asleep at the table.

When Kent finally reached the table Divina held her hands out in front of her and made grabby motions. "Now give me my favourite niece"

"She is your only niece" When his daughter was safely secured in his twin sister's arm he sat down next to you and gently pulled you into his arms noticing that you were asleep and your head slumped against his chest and you curled into him.

"Why is she so tired? I mean you look alive, you better be helping her dingus" Bianca asked reading to softly hit Kent on the head if he said something she did not like.

"Oh I help with Cordelia, but she has been trying to catch up on her school work, I offer to help her with that but she is stubborn as hell" The whole table nod in agreement with that statement.

"Why are you talking about me like I am not here?" You stirred and quietly muttered, finally sitting up for the first time you arrived your group of friends noticed the state of your exhaustion. Your eyes were slightly sunk into your eye sockets and had black under the eyes signifying lack of sleep. Your movements were slow as if it takes too much energy just to do that task. "Please can I have my daughter"

Divina passed Cordelia into your arms where you immediately brightened up and started to pull faces at her causing Cordelia to let out coos and a gummy smile at her parents and to grab onto Kent's hair as he was resting his chin on your shoulder and pulled on it. You thanked yourself for not being bothered to wash your hair so it was put up in a surprisingly neat bun and was out of the way from your unusually strong daughter. Kent unfortunately did not get that message.

The Table started to laugh at Kent's betrayed face at his daughter in which your small daughter started to get excited at all the laughter and started to clap her hands letging go of Kent's hair.

"Hey, Y/n, Kent, I could take Cordelia for a while and you guys could catch up on sleep" Xavier spoke up with a fond look on his face.

However, that look soon became one of shock as the whole table chourused "No"

Ajax poked Xavier's side trying to defend his other best friend and goddaughter. "Remember what happened last time?"

Sorry it is so short

#wednesday kent #wednesday tim burton #wednesday x reader #siren twins #kent x reader #kent fisher

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saeyoungchoismaid · 2 years ago

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Kent the Hottie

I LOVE THIS BAHAHAHAHAHA. I also like dilfs so-

"You're doing it again."

"Hm?" you absently hum, your eyes still trained on a certain man.

"You're staring at my dad," Sam replies, staring at the side of your head since you're still not looking at him. Finally, you do turn to look at him, blinking a few times.

"I'm not staring at him," you lie, scoffing as you look back down to your book.

"Ha! Yeah right. And slimes can fly," he responds sarcastically, rolling his eyes before looking back down at his guitar that he was tuning.

"Um, excuse you. I simply glanced over at him when you looked over at me," you defend.

"Yeah, and every time after that when I looked at you, your eyes were glued onto him, dude," he snorts, glancing at you. You huff and roll your eyes before focusing on your book again.

"Whatever you say, champ." He snorts again at the nickname. You two return to silence other than the occasional strum of his guitar.

After five minutes or so, you break the silence again. "He was in the war, right?"

Sam sighs and tips his head back a bit, giving you a bored look. "Yes," he answers simply.

You bite your lip. "He likes hazelnuts, right?" you ask next. Sam raises his brow. How did you know that?

"Yeah, roasted ones..."

"Does he-"

"For the love of everything holy, (Y/n)!" he shouts, starting to let out a crazed laugh while shaking his head. "You're going to make me go insane. If you're so curious about him, why don't you just go talk to him?"

Your face floods with a blush as you rapidly shake your head. "Nah, no, uh, I'm good. I need to, um, finish this chapter," you mumble before bringing the book up and pretending to read it.

He snorts and looks back down at the guitar in his hands. He's sure you'll ask him another question in a few minu-

"Why doesn't he like cotton candy?"

Sigh.

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crownedcritter · 5 months ago

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Send in stardew valley requests ahh I’m itching to write something 🫶🏻

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maddytheweird · 1 year ago

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Jealous siren kent x reader

just a lil imagine/one shot from my wattpad

It's last period on a Friday afternoon in Thornhills' class and everyone was put into groups of 4 to do some research. Thornhill chose the groups yet everyone was with their friends so there weren't many complaints being made, apart from a few people who have petty rivalries or those who wanted to be with their crush or significant other. Kent was put into a group with Divina, Yoko and Rowan set up at the back left hand side of the classroom while you placed at the back right of the room with Ajax, Xavier and Enid. Most of the class were just messing around or catching up on gossip rather than doing any actual research on the origins of the Cobra Lily and the Pitcher Plant, but since it was a Friday afternoon Thornhill wasn't bothered, she actually really enjoys seeing her students getting along and talking, being able to do "normal" teen stuff.

"So yeah and then apparently Bianca absaloughtly went off, I mean I get that some people don't like her but to bring up her mum and the whole 'morning song crap was just crazy!" Divina says slightly frustrated at the thought of her friend being harassed because of family. "I know D, yet she can eat garlic bread without shitting herself to another death!" Yoko responds back with fake jealousy before bursting out into a fit of laughter along with Divina, Rowan and some other student sat nearby who heard the vampires antics. Yet Kent didn't let out a chuckle or even a smirk, his focus was on you. His (gf/bf/so) laughing with your face in your elbow while your other arm is hitting Xaviers'. "DUDE WHY, HOW DO STONE YOURSELF" you pause to try and get some air into your giggling system, "Even I'M not that dumb to do that" " I don't know (Y/N) Ajax is a different breed, he's built different, lacking a few braincells" Xavier adds in while Enid is trying her best to not pass out from the excessive laughter caused by the two boys. "Xavier pa-,lease you can't talk, your talent is just being a rip-off Picasso, you draw people like one of your French girls!" You practically wheeze out and slump into his shoulders your body is slowly giving out.

Kent's eyes narrow as he glares daggers at Xavier who is very visibly flustered by your touch. " Oi Kent you good, EARTH TO KENT!" Yoko calls to her Siren friend while slamming her hand onto the desk in front of him. Divina shoots her twin a concerned look "I don't know what's gotten him all-oohhh I think I know what the issue is" Divina cuts herself off as Rowan follows her gaze over to where your group is sat, with You, Ajax and Enid in a laughing fit as Xavier is redder than Weems lipstick sat the result of your touch. Many people know that you and Kent are together as most Sirens tend to be pretty popular and well liked or some cases feared. But Kent still doesn't acknowledge his surroundings, only focussing on you and one if his best mates as if he had a severe case of tunnel vision.

Class flew past for everyone else though, making jokes playing games on the chalk boards with Thornhill. Yet it had been so painfully slow for Kent. Wondering if he's truly good enough for, whether he's too loud or out there for you. His thoughts are interrupted by a pair of familiar arms around his shoulders from behind followed by an all too comforting scent of a specific perfume. "Hey there scaley boy" you exclaim from behind leaving a small kiss across his scales above his cheek. "Hi weird (girl/boy)" he sighs flatly with a forced smile as you two continue to head up to your dorm (that's shared with Divina) hand in hand. You can sense the difference in his demeanour but brush it off as tiredness since it was a pretty hectic class to finish the week. Once you two get inside your dorm he flops onto your bed and hold your pillow which he usually only ever does if he's sick, really pissed of or just feeling a bit blue. You quickly dump your bag down at your desk and lay down next to him lifting up his hair to reveal a pained siren, the siren that had your heart in the palm of his hand.

"keeeeeeeennntt" you say dragging out the e, "speeeaaak too meeeeeee, because youve never been this quiet and its unsettling" you coo into his ear while gently rubbing his back. "I was watching you in class before" he finally croaks out breaking the short silence as he looks up at you, you respond with a nod urging him to continue. "the way you all were laughing and messing around, how happy you looked, the way Xavier," he paused to take a deep breathe trying to calm himself down "Seeing Xavier getting all hot and flustered anytime you looked at him or he made you laugh. When you fell into his side and he practically stopped breathing on the spot. I couldn't help but get jealous, i mean he is THE Xavier Thorpe, he's rich, he's funny, he's nice and he has half the school at his feet I just, I just felt like he had gotten to you, that you had realised that you like him instead of me." Your heart broke at the sight of your beautiful siren boyfriend with tears brimming his eyes as he ranted about the fear of losing you to Xavier, one of, if not his Best Friend.

"C'mon Kent" his anxiousness soaring through the roof as he waits for you to feel betrayed and untrusted. "you really think I would date THAT, the ripoff Picasso, Nevermores local Slenderman?" You say while holding back a giggle. He sighs and wraps you into one of his famous bear hugs and pulls you to straddle his lap as he hides his face into the crook of your neck. Letting out another sigh, yet this time not saddens, angered or anxious, but a content and relieved sigh as he gives your torso a slight squeeze. "I'm sorry my (girl/boy/so), I didn't mean to depress you, I just couldn't shake the thought. Even it us is pretty stupid" you send him a quizzical look "Kent," you say staring into his breathtakingly crystal like eyes while holding his face in your hands "that thought wasn't stupid. It was bat-shit crazy! I mean, Xavier!" You call out letting another laughing fit take over. He rolls his eyes and pushes you off of him and onto your bed causing another giggling fit to erupt from you. He settles himself over you and gives you a kiss full of passion which you gladly return, he slowly depend the kiss and lowers himself down a tad more to get more comfortable. This time putting YOU into a flustered state. Before anything could go anywhere else Yoko bursts into the dorm followed by Bianca Divina. "Ew Kent could get off of my friend please, feral fish" His twin says while throwing a pillow at him as Bianca takes a picture and yoko makes mocking kissing noises. "Alright alright behave yourselves ladies, and Divina" he says throwing the pillow back at her only 10 times the force. He quickly gives you another peck and sprints out of the room leafing his bag as his twin sets after him with murder on her mind. You and the other two girls just ignore the crazy twins anticts and catch up and share the new found gossip discovered during the lesson.

i might start taking requests to write on here but idk

#wednesday #kent x reader #nevermore #fanfic #oliver watson #sirens #netflix

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crispinablr · 2 years ago

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My hero

I see everything happen while my body slowly falls into the depths of the lake, it feels so warm, so calm that I don't want to break this moment. My body feels cradled by the water as if invisible hands were directing me to my destination, the bottom, with the little energy I have I try to keep my eyes open. I only see the sky and in the distance I think I hear a small voice calling me, I frown as I accidentally let out a sigh which turns into a small group of bubbles. I start to see blurry and I feel how my oxygen is running out little by little and without being able to do anything I let myself go, after a few moments I feel an impact in the water and how someone or something swims towards me in a hurry, a hand with claws hold me by the head while another puts a mask on my face which begins to fill my lungs with oxygen.

Before fainting from exhaustion I hear a few soft words:

-Please, stay with me, I need you…

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I feel like I'm gradually recovering my senses, the soft brush of the wind against my face, but I felt like I was being held by some protective arms hold my weak body which was covered by a huge towel, those arms held me as if it were the most precious thing in the world. I open my eyes slowly and hear some weak voices talking animatedly while my rescuer squeezes me closer to his body resting his head on top of mine. I slowly tilt my head up to see the person who had rescued me, and finally I saw him, Kent, his wavy hair stuck to his face due to the water, his eyes closed with a face of relief. The rest of our friends were surrounding us, but far enough away to not harass me, they were hugging each other or just making relieved faces.

-We feared the worst, Bianca, Divina and Yoko told us that you had gone to get some fresh air because you were feeling bad but when we saw that you weren't coming back we were worried a lot, what happened? Enid asks super worried while she was hugged by Ajax.

-I felt dizzy, maybe it gave me a downturn or having gone so much from one to the other must have left me somewhat dazed, I went to the lake to get some fresh air and when I realized I was falling into the lake, my body without any energy. - I get up a little until I sit while leaning on Kent's chest. - I'm sorry I worried you so much, I should have asked to be taken back to Nevermore, sure this wouldn't have happened.

-The important thing is that you're okay now, there's no use regretting the past - says Bianca with a small smile.

-That's right! What do you think if we order hot chocolate to take away and enjoy it in the bedrooms? - Divina proposed hugging Yoko from the side

Everyone agreed even Wednesday, because of Enid and her begging him to come over, we bought our cups of chocolate and headed back to Nevermore.

Kent and I sneaked off to my room while the rest of the group was busy chatting among themselves animatedly. I almost feared we'd get caught as both Kent and I were holding back our laughter, looking like two kids about to pull a trick on their parents without them knowing. We run to my room, luckily my roommate was with his parents on a trip due to the family business with whom I almost always had the room to myself, we quickly entered before any supervisor could see us and quickly sat down on my bed holding our warm glasses full of chocolate close to us, we nearly fell on our backs, so we gaped at each other in shock and burst out laughing. The rest of the night we spent cuddling, drinking chocolate and telling stories from when we were little, maybe our group outing was not idyllic, but I'm glad it ended on the right foot together with the person I like.

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h4arts · 2 years ago

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Could you do one where the reader is wicth ( powers like scarlet witch) her bff is enid and evetually Wednesday and she dates kent ( the siren they been dateing for 2yrs before Wednesday camw to nevermore

the rave'n, kent -synopsis: you and your boyfriend let enid and wednesday tag along to the rave'n with you -warnings: none, but this is really bad, i'm so sorry

"enid, honey, i'm sure he's just nervous. he really does like you, i'm sure of it!" currently, you, enid, and wednesday were sitting around their room. wednesday was typing away, working on her novel while trying desperately not to lash out at the loud atmosphere. you and enid both sat on the latter's bed talking about the rave'n and your dates.

"well he hasn't asked me and he doesn't appear to be making any effort to soon." enid pouts at the thought of ajax not asking her. she thought she had been obvious in her liking towards the boy, but he just hasn't seemed to pick up on it. "can't you like, mind read him or something? please?"

"enid." you sigh, giving your friend a pointed look. "that's an invasion of privacy."

"but it's an emergency!" enid begs, grabbing your hands with a little squeeze. "please? i'll love you forever."

"you know i don't like doing that to my friends. plus you'll already love me forever." enid sighs at your response, her head falling onto your shoulder as she moves to hug you. you hug back, resting your chin on top of the girl's head as you look across the room at wednesday.

"what about you, wednesday?" you ask, trying to ease enid's disappointment for the moment by redirecting the conversation's focus.

"i'm not going." the girl responds simply, her fingers still rapidly tapping the letters of her typewriter.

"you should though! it'll be fun." enid tries, moving out of your hold to face wednesday also.

"i would rather not bleed out from my ear amongst a crowd of yelling teenagers and horrid music blasting at a volume too loud to be legal." with a small grimace at the response, you turn to face enid who wore a matching expression.

"well, what about you and kent? you're still going together?"

"i would hope so. that would be like, what, two years gone to waste if he went with someone else?" you grin as enid flops backwards onto her bed in exasperation. "oh, come on. you can come with us. or we can find you another date."

"really?" she looks up at you hopefully, excited that she can still go.

"'course. c'mon."

that interaction had happened last week, and it was now the day before the rave'n. you still hadn't gotten yourself anything to wear and enid was a livid, pouting mess. you had dragged the poor girl with you to jericho to help you find something, all while she lectured your ear off about procrastinating something as big and important as this.

"it's not that big of a deal, enid. i could probably show up in normal clothes and no one would care." you huff, swinging the doors to the next shop on your list open.

"well you're not doing that, and now you're stuck with the leftovers of whatever wasn't already picked over." enid scrunches her nose at the lack of clothing in the shop before turning away to browse the racks. with a sigh, you turn in the opposite direction of the blonde, searching through the bare isles.

"what about this?" you ask holding up an obnoxiously bright, poofy, yellow dress. it was a joke, obviously, but enid didn't seem to find humor in the action. with a small glare, she shakes her head and goes around the rack to stand beside you, her arms full of various options, all white to go with the theme. "thanks, e."

"why couldn't you have brought kent instead of me?" enid questions as the two of you walk to the dressing rooms. it wasn't rude, she was simply curious.

"because as much as i love him, he would get distracted too easily. plus, you have a better fashion sense than he does." you shrug. "also, you were the only one available."

"i wonder why that could be." enid frowns as you duck behind the curtain of the changing room to try on the outfits. after multiple changes and re-tries, you settled on the cheapest option. enid frowned at your reasoning, but it did look the best out of all options anyway.

thankfully, enid was much more lighthearted on the trek back to nevermore, eagerly talking you ear off about how she wouldn't sleep that night because she was so excited.

"oh, by the way, i finally convinced wednesday to go!" was the last thing the blonde girl said to you before shutting the door of her dorm, leaving you to walk back down the hallway to your own.

thirty minutes before the dance began, you had rushed to enid and wednesday's room to help them with last minute additions to their looks. you would have gone earlier, but you had been texting kent, devising a plan that would soon be put into action, hence, why you were rushing to your best friends' dorm so quickly.

"you guys about done?" you eyed the two's dresses with a smile as you shut the door behind you.

"unfortunately." wednesday glares down at the dress circling her feet.

"come on, don't be like that. it's only a few hours of your life." enid glances back through the mirror at her friend before continuing to apply her lipstick.

"a few tortuous hours." much to both yours and enid's delight, a knock at the door cut of the brewing argument wednesday was about to spew.

"why don't you get that enid." you say, sitting on the edge of said girl's bed as she sets down her lipstick and goes to open the door.

"ajax?"

"surprise!" kent smiles widely, standing behind ajax who holds out a bouquet of pink, purple, and yellow flowers. both were dressed for the dance and enid looks back to you, wearing a wide grin that put little lines in her freshly applied lipstick.

"i know this is kinda- i mean really late, but, do you wanna maybe go to the dance with me?" ajax shifts nervously on his feet, eyes angled down and his grip firm on the stems of the flowers he held.

"yes!" enid squeals excitedly, gently taking the flowers from the other boy's grasp and turning to set them on her dresser. while you went to greet your boyfriend, wednesday, who had been watching the entire interaction weaved her way between the crown outside the door, muttering to you that she'd meet you at the end of the hall.

the dance went smoothly from there, enid and ajax finally getting to go together. you danced with all your friends and kent until the end of the dance, adrenaline from the night slowly leaving the sweaty bodies of the teens swarming the courtyard to go back to their dorms. enid had gone for a walk with ajax and wednesday had left early, leaving you and kent to walk back to your dorms.

"i'm glad we finally got ajax and enid together." kent tells you, eyes looking up at the sky rather than where he was going, causing him to have almost ran into a pillar, had you not pulled him back in time.

"me too." you laugh as he straightens himself up again and you both continue to walk. "i guess enid was right about reading someone's mind for once. it certainly saved us all the sight of seeing ajax go with who he was planning to since he though enid would've said no to him."

"oh yeah, that would've been the end of the world for sure."

#kent x reader #wednesday x reader #enid sinclair x platonic!reader #wednesday

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frickingnerd · 1 year ago

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exes to lovers with kent

pairing: kent x gn!reader

tags: light angst, kent still loves reader, break up

kent's position as a knight had always been important to him

and as it turns out, it was even more important to him than you were…

you had tried to ignore for quite a while, until you eventually couldn't stay in a relationship like this anymore

knowing you weren't as important to kent as he was to you really hurt a lot…

though after the two of you broke you up, you managed to slowly move on, while kent stayed hung up on you

he really had loved you a lot and cared for you more than any other person

no, he still cared for and loved you!

when you broke up with him it had hurt him like nothing else before, but he tried to disguise how much it had hurt him when you left

though even after months and even years, he still couldn't get over you

whenever he saw you again, his heart was aching for you

yet he didn't dare bring up how much he still loved you

you seemed happy now, perhaps you had even found someone that loved you the way you had always dreamed of

and kent didn't want to make you question your decision, so he pretended like he had moved on as well

though he know that no matter what he said or did, he could never truly get over you…

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itsmehemma · 2 years ago

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I have a request for a Kent Fisher headcanon:

Kent x trans reader!

The reader feeling heavy dysphoria and hating their body to the point they cant look at themselves in the mirror. And Kent comforting them.

I hope you consider my request , thank you!

of course! I haven’t come across much content with a trans! reader, so this is exciting to write!

⋄°∙✧ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

• I’ll try to keep this as gender neutral as possible !! :)

• Okay, so you’re trans. You’re passing, so people don’t necessarily question your gender. Only close friends and family know.

• You met Kent through a mutual friend, and you both ended up hitting it off, talking, joking, and hanging out.

• You we’re the first one to catch feelings. Kent just made you feel like you could be yourself, and he wouldn’t judge you for it. He made you feel appreciated and loved. Divina picked up on this, and urged you to tell him how you felt. It took a lot of convincing from Divina until you caved in.

• Telling Kent was nerve wrecking, to say the least. He didn’t that you were trans, and you had to explain that before you asked him. Nervously, you met up behind the greenhouse to have a little talk. Kent took it better than what you expected. He was a bit surprised, but didn’t necessarily care. In his eyes you were just you, and he was content with that.

• When you finally asked, Kent said yes with no hesitation. Why wouldn’t he date you? You were an amazing person, always kind and ready to help others. You were incredibly charming and talkative.

• At the start of your relationship, both of you still acted the same as before to one another, with the occasional hand holding or kiss on the back of the hand. You wanted to take it slow, and Kent respected that. Waiting was worth it if he got to be with you.

• As you began to open up to him more, Kent began to notice subtle things about you. You would often wear baggy clothes, and cringed whenever you passed by a mirror. You covered your face with your hands whenever you took a picture, and you often had puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. He knew something was up, and he was going to find out one way or another.

• Kent set up a small operation, where he would bring you small gifts and compliment you every time he saw you. (you were his “beautiful pearl,” as he nicknamed you) He didn’t want to intrude and make you feel pressured to tell him anything, and you didn’t mind the extra attention from your loving boyfriend.

• Kent would eventually find out, having walked in on you crying, your face in your hands, and your mirror covered hastily by a towel. He was taken aback by this, but shut the door and rushed over to comfort you.

• He would gently ask what was wrong, and if he had to go deal with someone for you. When you told him that you felt disgusted with yourself, he refused to believe it. To Kent, you were by far the most attractive and amazing person he had ever met. He literally worshiped the ground you walked on.

• Kent would reassure you that no matter what, you were absolutely, one hundred percent, perfect, no matter what. He would pull you into a warm embrace, and let you cry it out as he gently stroked your hair.

• After that encounter, Kent began to take notice whenever you began to feel uncomfortable. He’d quickly excuse both of you, lead you ti your dorm, shut the door, and put on a movie, allowing you to change into whatever makes you feel comfortable, while getting you your favorite snacks.

• Kent would remind you that you’re amazing, and that he’s willing to take care of you no matter what.

• Honestly, this guy just gives me the feels :,))

• authors note: no matter what, you’re perfect, and no matter what they say, don’t you ever forget it. you are loved, even if you don’t know it or doubt it for whatever reason. you are a wonderful being with a beautiful aura, and you deserve anything good that comes your way. it can take a while for you to realize it, as it did to me. even if no one says it, you are cared for, and you are appreciated in whatever you do. never forget that.🤍

#wednesday #kent fisher #kent wednesday #nevermore #headcanons #i am so tired #kent x reader #siren song #trans reader #gender neutral y/n

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hanasnx · 1 month ago

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ᯓ★ “ I WANNA FUCK WITH THE LIGHTS ON ” — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: this movie isn’t out yet but i can’t wait that long to take advantage of my superman kick and fuck this man. unfortunately i don’t know much about his characterization other than the trailer content. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ explicit sexual content ノ size difference ノ dick riding ノ objectification ノ p in v ノ praise ノ clark has huge dick syndrome.

“Just… take it slow.” CLARK KENT encourages, but it’s said more so for himself than you. A large, flattened palm emphasizes his instruction, gesturing for you to relax without grabbing you to take over your actions. You stop, his eyes flickering to meet yours questioningly, until he takes a shot in the dark. “Please.” It’s delightfully endearing, and it loosens you up a little.

“It’s not that, Clark, I’m just—you’re just so… you know,” Big. You try to hint at it without blurting it out. Hovering over his lap too long, a tremor builds in your thighs, and you bite down onto your lip as you let it pass through you in a shudder.

His expression adjusts as the realization dawns on him, “Ah,” he exclaims thoughtfully, and he tests the waters, bringing his hands to your body to rest in comfortable places. Your waist seems appropriate, and your fingers fiddle with the muscle in his shoulders as you keep chewing your lip. “Do you want me to take over?” the question is punctuated with a shift of his hips, arranging himself in a better position to begin, but even the marginal movement has you whining with need. It alerts him, tensing up instantly as he freezes while your pretty face twists in pleasured agony. You’re still wrapped around his reddened tip, and it’s a burning kind of stretch that makes you wish you could just shove him in all the way—at the cost of ripping you in half.

Through your heavy lids and thick eyelashes, you manage to meet his gaze with darkened pupils that don’t want to cooperate. You hum a pitiful “uh-huh” while you nod your head, signaling to him that he’s right. His thumbs on your torso stroke at your skin comfortingly, big hands clamped around you as he raises you. The lip of his head catches on the rim of your pussy, and you suck in a breath as an emptiness replaces what used to be filled.

“We’re gonna take it nice and easy,” Clark talks you through it, but even his exhale hitches when cold air hits his slit. Carefully, he lowers you back on, feeding his dick back into your silken walls before taking it away again—all to introduce your hole to his size little by little. The method chips away at your tightness, and you try to follow his movements with yours even if you’re weak in the knees. “Wanna look at me, duchess? Let me see your eyes?” He tilts his head, his curls falling over his forehead as he chases your gaze. You do your best to peel your eyes open one-by-one, granting him his wish as you pant through your open mouth taking his cock one agonizing inch at a time. The sight of you barely holding on when he’s not even halfway in, stretches a smile onto his face, and if you were more coherent, you’d say it’s one of pride as well as endearment.

One hand cautiously releases your side, while the other takes your weight entirely, bobbing you up and down as if you were no heavier than a fleshlight. His other slides between you two to seek out your pretty bud, resting his thick fingers on your thigh while his thumb comes to stroke at that clit. The new sensation slicks you up as quickly as it occurred, and you gasp at how elevated it all feels from a simple action like that. “That’s what you were missing. Right, baby? It’s hard to loosen up without it. You’re so tight…” You know he didn’t say it like it’s a compliment, but it makes your insides jump anyway. Your muscle contracts and suddenly he can fit a lot more in. “Does that feel good?” he asks, his thumb leisurely circling your bud as your pussy drools around him.

Desperately, you nod your head with a couple of “mm-hmm’s!” that lead him to speed up—introducing you to more of his length as he picks up the pace on petting your clit. Your hands abandon gripping his shoulders for stability and instead overlay his. Yours are dwarfed by him, but he takes your guidance, absorbing how you’re putting pressure on his knuckles and replicating it against your poor pearl, getting puffy from the stimulation and the lack of getting railed. It all lights a fire under your ass, and your body moves for you, bouncing in place to try and force more of his cock into you. You can’t overpower the Superman, but he does let you take it all down to the hilt—his strength making a sex toy out of you.

#6k #indy: drabbles #ch: clark #clark kent drabble #clark kent smut #clark kent x reader #clark kent x fem reader #clark kent x you #clark kent x y/n #clark kent imagine #clark kent fanfiction #superman smut #superman x reader #superman 2025 smut #david corenswet smut #superman 2025 #david corenswet #reader insert #smut

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dollfacefantasy · 1 month ago

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clark kent x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, car sex, mating press a/n: ummm yeah i need him so bad it makes me ill <3

for as long as you'd known clark, you'd never known him to lose his temper. he was forever-patient, your boyfriend. understanding to almost a frustrating degree. especially with you, his little love.

he was already pretty easy to get along with, but on the rare occasion you did have issues, clark seemed to have a natural instinct for deescalating you. he never raised his voice, never spoke an unkind word about you, never gave you a look harsher than what could be described as stern.

all it took to calm you down was a glimpse of his natural puppy-dog eyes and pretty plush lips. his thick arms would circle around you and hold you to his chest. he'd sway back and forth with you a little, a small smile on his face as you melted into the embrace. whatever semblance of tension or irritation that had been bubbling up easily dissolved into a puddle between the two of your bodies.

so, all that to say, you didn't really believe clark possessed any kind of rough edge or combative instinct. despite his large stature, you couldn't really picture him ever being rough.

that was until tonight.

you and clark had planned to drop by some event at the talon, but your sweet boyfriend had warned you earlier that he found out there'd probably be some trouble there later. some potentially dangerous situation that he wanted you avoiding at all costs. it was for your safety. he just wanted you to stay home where he wouldn't be worried while him and chloe investigated.

but did you listen to him? of course not. you went anyways, not in the mood to listen to his vague explanations as to how he even discovered this information in the first place. you put on a cute little dress with some new shoes you bought specifically for the night and took off.

unfortunately for you, clark had turned out to be right. not even thirty minutes after you arrived, chaos broke out. people flew through walls and glass shattered everywhere, all because of some guy who looked like his body could stretch and bend like a rubberband. it totally sucked. but none of that was even the worst part. you survived the craziness of whatever that person's problem was. the real danger came when the dust settled and you saw clark across the room staring at you.

he looked pissed.

he was at your side in an instant, but closing the distance didn't soften him any. it kind of did the opposite since up close he could see a bloody scrape stretching across your cheekbone.

you could see he was worried first and foremost, but behind that concerned top coat a fire burned. as soon as your small wound had been tended to, his long fingers clasped around your bicep. he pulled you to your feet and all but dragged you out of the coffee shop.

"clark i-" you started in an attempt to explain yourself.

"save it," he said, voice as cold as you'd ever heard it, "i asked you for one thing. that's it. stay home for your own good. don't come out here and pointlessly risk your life."

"it wasn't that bad," you defend weakly.

"but why even take the chance?" he asked with true exasperation, "i shouldn't need to convince you that your safety is more important than whatever they had going on tonight."

he didn't continue the lecture beyond that. just walked with a clenched jaw and motivated stare in the direction of his truck. like always, he opened the door for you when you got there. though this time, he practically scooped you up and dumped you into the car.

he was silent as he drove, fingers tight around the steering wheel. you could practically feel the frustration rolling off of him. the urge to lash out for once was near spilling over. he pulled the car over, and you figured you were really in for it. in a way you were right, just not how you thought.

clark didn't bother yelling, didn't try to start a fight. he glared at you for a few silent seconds before leaning across the seats and crashing his lips against yours. he kissed you like he wanted to steal the breath from your lungs.

after a blur of clothing being shifted around and positioning body parts awkwardly in the confined space, you found yourself in the meanest mating press of your life.

you were folded in half beneath all of clark's weight. the points of your new heels scraped up the truck's ceiling while your knees squished against your chest. little squeaks and whines slipped their way out of you as his tip battered against your cervix. he was so deep you swore you could feel your insides rearranging to make room for him.

"clarkkkk," you mewled before biting your lip, desperately searching for some way to ground yourself. one set of your fingers gripped strands of his dark hair while the other held a fist of his flannel.

"what, baby?" he panted. for once, clark wasn't fawning over you between thrusts. he wasn't cooing or praising you for taking him so well. instead, he had his face against your neck and his hands wrapped around your waist, bucking into your dripping heat with enough force to rock the car.

you tried to force out words to convey what you were thinking. too big. too much. so deep. harder. faster. none of those made it though. only choked moans and then a sharp squeal when he rolled his hips and struck that extra-sensitive sweet spot inside you.

"someone's gonna see if they drive by," you whimpered, squirming underneath him.

"maybe you should hold still then and let me finish, huh?" he grunted, "no one's gonna see. everyone's in town dealing with the mess from tonight. the one i told you was gonna happen."

"i didn't think-"

"i know you didn't," he interrupted, "didn't use that pretty little head at all, did you?"

words of defense eluded you right now, his nonstop thrusts keeping your mind cloudy. instead you chose to whine, your lip quivering he rolled his hips deeper yet again.

"oh yeah?" he asked, as if you'd said something coherent.

you opened your mouth again to speak, to really argue back this time, but you were cut off by your own desperate cry when his hands tugged you closer and speared you even further on his cock. you could feel him grinning against your neck at the noise.

"i know, baby. i know you're sorry. you don't have to explain. thinking's too hard for you right now, yeah?" he cooed, his tone bordering on mocking.

your pout got more severe but so did the needy sounds escaping your mouth. you felt those long fangs of his scrape against your throat. his tongue then glided across the area, making you shudder.

"clark-" you tried to say something else, but he cut you off. he raised his head up and kissed you deep again, swallowing the words right from your mouth. when he pulled back for air, he rested his sweaty forehead against yours.

"you can be such a brat," he breathed, "so much whining even though i know you love this."

the truck creaked as his movements continued to jostle it. you felt his breath fanning across your face and watched as his eyes fluttered shut. you knew he was getting close, but so were you. your cunt squeezed around him rhythmically, coaxing him too the edge along with you.

"you gonna cum, baby?" he finally muttered against your lips.

you nodded eagerly, more than ready to release. it only took a few more hard thrusts to get you there, and clark followed along no problem. in the afterglow, he laid on top of you for a minute or so, trapping you in a cage of searing body heat.

when he finally did sit up, the two of you fixed your clothes and stretched your limbs. he looked over at you with more tenderness. your boyfriend's gentle temperament had seemingly returned with the relief his peak brought.

he cupped your jaw with his fingers, looking over that cut on your face. leaning in, he gave it a small kiss before starting up the car again.

"i'm just trying to look out for you, you know? just... please listen next time. i don't know what i'd do if you got hurt. you had me worried sick."

"i will. i'm sorry i scared you," you replied softly. your eyes studied the loving look in his eyes and the way his features seemed so at peace now that all his adrenaline was out of his system.

you grabbed his hand across the seats and traced little patterns on his knuckles for the drive home. he let you play with his fingers but shot you a glance.

"i'm serious. next time you get involved with something like that i won't let you off so easy," he teased.

you smiled and nodded, wanting to put his mind at ease. though in the back of your mind, a small part of you considered trying again some time, just to see what "not so easy" looked like to him.

#clark kent x reader #clark kent smut #clark kent x you #clark kent imagine #superman x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc smut #smallville x reader #ch: clark kent 💌

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cowboybeepboop · 5 months ago

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Late Night

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut, gentle and romantic

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Your friendly neighbor Clark Kent comes to your door one evening, allowing for the two of you to finally grow your relationship.

Warnings: This is not proofread what so ever, gentle/sort of shy Clark, unprotected sex, oral fem receiving, p in v sex.

a/n: Idk rn but I genuinely can't wait for David Corenswet to be Superman (Henry Cavill is so hot tho...). I’m already imagining how perfect he's gonna be as Clark Kent. As always, send me any requests you have and I hope you enjoy!

For months now, you had been quietly pining for the man who lived across the hall from me in our unassuming apartment building. His name was Clark Kent, and there was something about him that was utterly endearing. It wasn't just his chiseled jawline or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, but the kindness he exuded, the way he always had a helping hand ready for anyone in need.

You had become something like friends, sharing the occasional awkward small talk as we passed by with our shopping bags or recyclables. You had seen him in various stages of undress, coming back from his midnight runs, his superhero-like physique hidden under loose-fitting t-shirts and sweatpants.

Something that had fueled your evening pleasure sessions, everytime your eyes fell closed you could remember the image of his hardened abs, his huge and muscular arms.

On a warm summer evening, there was a knock at your door. It was Clark, the guy from across the hall. He stood there sheepishly, his hand running through his black hair.

He wore a white shirt that was unbuttoned and messy. He held a bottle of wine in one hand. "Hey", he said. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I was wondering if I could get a favor?"

“Sure what’s up?” you give him a small smile, your eyes fall on his exposed chest before quickly flicking back to his face. His heart rate increased as he realized that you could see through the thin fabric of his shirt the toned muscles of his chest covered in a light layer of hair.

He cleared his throat, composing himself, holding up the bottle of wine. "I, umm, I was wondering if I could borrow your corkscrew. I lost mine."

“Yeah, of course. Come on in.” you move to the side, allowing him to come in. Your mind clouding with desire as he towers over you, his cologne filling your senses.

He steps into your apartment, the tight space meaning his body brushes against yours slightly as he passes. The contact between you both is brief, but it's enough to send a shiver down his spine as he enters.

Your cheeks flush slightly as you realize your own appearance, wearing just a button down top that is unbuttoned enough for him to see your cleavage and your underwear. You awkwardly lead him to the kitchen, arm subconsciously moving to cover your breasts as you turn around, handing him the corkscrew.

"Uh, thanks." He says as he takes the corkscrew from you. Even with your arm draped over yourself, he can't help but notice the glimpse of exposed skin, his eyes lingering before he catches himself and averts his gaze, forcing himself to stay focused on the task at hand.

He starts to open up the bottle, the action allowing him to look away from your figure for a moment and compose himself, his hands shaking slightly as he tries to concentrate.

Your hand reaches out, fingers brushing over his. “Oh yeah this thing is weird, you kinda have to do it a particular way.” you murmur, taking the bottle from him as you fumble with the screw.

He bites his lip as your fingers brush over his, his stomach swirling at the touch of your hand. He watches as you take the bottle from him, his eyes fixated on your every movement as you try to open the bottle.

"Thanks," he mutters, his voice low and a bit shaky. His eyes wander down, his gaze drawn to the way your top fits, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of your cleavage.

“Mhm,” you reply as you pull the cork out, a small splash of wine staining your collar. You bite down on your lip while setting the bottle down, fingers rubbing the fabric. His eyes widen slightly as he watches the droplet of wine slide down your collar, the stains on the fabric making it even more translucent.

Clark swallows hard, his mind wandering to inappropriate and ungentlemanly thoughts. He clears his throat, trying to look away, but he can't help but notice the way your fingers are now rubbing at the fabric, the motion only drawing his attention further to your chest.

You glance over him, hand falling from your shirt as you give him a soft grin, noticing the way his gaze lingers.

His gaze flicks up to meet yours, his cheeks flushed. He realizes he's been caught staring, his eyes having been fixated on the way your hand moves over the fabric of your shirt, the motion stirring something deep within him.

"I, umm..." he stutters, his words failing him as he feels his throat dry up. He swallows slowly, forcing himself to focus on something else. "Thanks, for helping me open the bottle," he manages to say. He shifts on his feet, trying to discreetly adjust himself as he feels his jeans becoming a bit tighter.

“Of course, do you want to share the bottle? Or do you have someone waiting for you?” you move slightly closer to him.

His heart quickens as you come closer, his mouth going dry as your proximity makes it all that much more difficult to concentrate. He glances down at the bottle sitting on the counter, his mind racing with desire and indecision.

"No," he says, his voice low and a bit huskier than usual. "There's no one waiting for me." He looks back up at you, his eyes locking with yours, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of nervousness and something more forbidden. "I'd like to share the bottle with you."

“Perfect.” You smile, stepping closer as you reach for the cabinet behind him, your chest pressing into his ever so slightly. You open the door, reaching for two glasses his breath hitches as he feels your body press against him, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through him.

Your chest rubs against his, and he can feel the weight and softness of you against his body. The proximity is driving him mad, his mind clouded by primal desires he's trying to keep in check.

He bites his lip, his knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the counter, trying to maintain his composure. His eyes flutter shut for a moment before he opens them again, his gaze fixed on your every move.

You step back, with the glasses in hand. “We could watch a movie?” you prompt as you pour some wine into the cups, silently enjoying the way he reacted to your touch.

He nods, his mind still racing as he tries to calm his racing thoughts and the growing hardness in his pants. "Yeah, a movie sounds good," he mutters, his voice coming out a bit more hoarse than he'd liked.

As you pour the wine, his eyes follow your every move, the way your fingers grip the bottle, the way the liquid flows into the glasses. It's all too tantalizing for him. "What do you feel like watching?" He asks, trying to keep his voice level and casual.

“How about you choose?” you hand him a glass, taking yours in hand along with the bottle as you walk into the living room. Taking a seat down on the couch you sip on the wine, your eyes follow his every move, drinking in his muscular form.

He tries to stay composed, forcing himself to look away and focus on the task at hand. Clark walks over to the DVD collection and scans the titles, his mind unfocused and his thoughts still lingering on you. After a moment of browsing, he picks a movie at random, inserting it into the player.

"All set." He says, returning to the couch and taking a seat beside you. You pull at the hem of your shirt, trying to prevent it from riding up too much while taking another sip of your drink.

“Great.” you smile, sucking your lip between your teeth as you admire his side profile. He can't help but notice the way you fidget with your shirt, the action drawing his mind to places he shouldn't be going at the moment.

He struggles to keep his eyes focused on the screen, his gaze keeping wandering over to you, admiring your features and the way the fabric clings to your body. Clark takes a long sip from his glass, the alcohol doing little to calm his racing thoughts and desires. He shifts in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself as his jeans grow even tighter.

“Is everything alright?” you notice his movements and set your cup on the coffee table, scooting slightly closer to him. His eyes widen slightly as you move closer, the proximity sending a fresh wave of desire through him. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry.

"Yeah," he responds, his voice a little hoarse. "Everything's fine, just...adjusting." He glances over at you, his gaze lingering on your figure, his eyes tracing over the curves where your shirt clings to you, the way your position inadvertently exposes more skin.

“Clark?” your knee brushes against his thigh as you scoot closer. He stiffens as your knee brushes against him, the casual touch sending a jolt through him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as he tries to maintain his composure.

When he hears his name, the way you say it, so soft and gentle, almost a whisper, it sends a shiver down his spine. He looks over at you, his eyes locking with yours, his gaze intense and filled with desire. "Yeah?" He manages to respond, his voice a bit shaky.

“Are you.. seeing anyone?” you chew on your cheek as you search his eyes. At your question, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty crosses his face. He holds your gaze, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity.

"No," he says finally, his voice steady and sincere. "I'm not seeing anyone." He swallows, his nerves getting the better of him as he wonders where this conversation is going. He can't help but feel a flicker of hope and anxiety at the same time.

Your eyes light up as you press a hand to his thigh, “Then… well I hope i’m not misreading the situation,” you murmur, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. It's unexpected, but oh so welcome.

His eyes widen for a brief moment, before closing as he melts into the kiss. Every cell in his body seems to come alive, the taste of your lips on his sending him into a dizzying spiral of emotions.

His hand comes up to cup your jaw, his touch gentle as he leans into the kiss, deepening it as he loses himself in the moment. His tongue brushes over your bottom lip as he presses his chest against yours, pushing your back into the plush fabric of your couch.

Your bodies meld together, your back sinking into the cushion as he bears down on you. His tongue teases your lip, requesting entry which you give him without hesitation.

His heart races as he feels the soft give of your body against his chest, the heat and pressure of your bodies mingling together.

His hand runs over your side, his touch gentle but firm as it moves over the curves of your body, his hand sneaking under the fabric of your shirt, needing to feel your skin against his. You lean back, gasping for air as his fingers explore your body.

He takes your gasp as an opportunity to trail his lips along your jaw, his breath hot against your skin as he nips and kisses his way down your neck.

His hand moves under your shirt, slowly, his fingertips dancing across your bare skin, mapping out each contour and dip of your body. He groans softly against your throat as he feels your warm, supple flesh under his fingers. You feel so good against him, it's almost overwhelming.

“Clark..” you gasp his name as he unbuttons your shirt swiftly. He loves the way you say his name, the sound of it coming from your lips making his own name sound like a prayer.

He unfastens the buttons of your shirt, revealing more and more of your body to his hungry eyes. He peels back the fabric, his hands roaming over your now-exposed skin, his fingers tracing over your stomach and up to your chest.

He presses his mouth to your collarbone, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin, tasting your scent, committing it to memory. “Clark..” you moan his name again, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he kisses down your chest, hands landing on your breasts.

His name slips from your lips again, the sound like a sweet melody in his ears. He can feel the pressure of your fingers on his shoulders, the touch driving his desire even higher.

His mouth travels down your chest, his kisses feather light and seductive as he moves over your breasts. His hands follow his mouth, palms cupping your breasts as he starts to massage the soft flesh.

He moans against your skin, his touch almost reverent. His body thrums with an aching need, the desire to be closer to you nearly overwhelming as he captures your lips in another hungry kiss. He cups your breasts in his hands, his fingers kneading the supple flesh as they press into your skin. His touch is soft but firm, his hands large enough to cover them completely

Clark pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss but keeping his eyes locked with yours. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving with anticipation. He can feel your heart racing beneath his palms as he gently caresses your breasts. "Are you sure about this?" He whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I don't want to rush you." His eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

You smile up at him, placing a soft hand on his cheek. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you reply, your voice barely above a murmur. The sincerity in your tone sends a thrill through him, confirming that this is what you both want.

He nods, his expression serious as he leans back down to kiss you again. This time, the kiss is slower, more deliberate. He savors the taste of you, the feel of your body pressed against his. His hand slides up to the back of your neck, cradling it as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue.

As the kiss lingers, he slowly starts to unbutton the rest of your shirt, taking his time to reveal each new inch of your skin. His eyes never leave yours, watching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. You melt into him, your own hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as the fabric of your shirt falls away.

The moment your skin is fully exposed, the air in the room seems to crackle with tension. He leans down to press a line of soft, wet kisses along your collarbone, feeling your body shiver beneath his touch. He takes a moment to just look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

Your cheeks flush with pleasure as he says the words, his eyes devouring your exposed flesh. He takes his time, kissing and caressing every inch of your body, his hands moving in a slow, tantalizing dance that leaves you trembling with need. Each touch is a promise of what's to come, each kiss a declaration of his desire for you.

The room is filled with the sound of your mingled breaths and the soft whispers of your names on each other's lips. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but you both know that the slow burn of this moment is only making the fire between you grow hotter.

Clark finally takes one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling gently as he rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger. You arch your back, gasping at the sensation, your hands tightening in his hair. He teases and worships each peak, his tongue swirling and flicking, drawing out your moans of pleasure.

As you lay there, the warmth of his mouth on your skin, the softness of the couch beneath you, and the gentle pressure of his body above, you can't help but feel that this is exactly where you're meant to be. With each tender kiss and caress, he's claiming you, and you're willingly giving yourself to him.

The movie on the TV becomes background noise as the only thing that matters is the connection growing stronger between you both. His kisses trail down your stomach, his hands skimming over your hips to the waistband of your underwear.

He kisses the skin just above the waistband, the heat of his breath making you squirm. "I want to make this perfect for you," he murmurs, his eyes looking up at you for approval. You nod, unable to form words as your breath catches in your throat.

He takes his time, pulling down your underwear in one smooth motion, exposing your most intimate parts to his gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he looks at you, but he keeps his touches feather-light, his mouth hovering just above your skin without making contact.

Clark takes a deep breath, savoring the moment as he gazes down at your exposed body. He gently kisses the soft skin of your inner thighs, moving closer to the apex of your legs. His eyes are filled with a fiery hunger that makes your heart race even faster. He presses a soft kiss to your mound, feeling you tense up at the contact.

Then, with a gentle caress, he parts your legs wider, his gaze never leaving yours. You can see the desire in his eyes, and it only fuels the fire burning within you. With a soft sigh, he lowers his mouth to you, his tongue tracing the seam of your folds with the lightest touch. You moan, your body trembling as he starts to explore you, taking his time to learn every curve and sensitive spot.

Each touch is a declaration of his intention to worship you, to take things slow and savor every second of this shared intimacy. His fingers join his mouth, gently teasing and exploring, bringing you closer to the edge with every stroke. The room is filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths and soft whimpers, the only soundtrack to this passionate symphony of desire.

Clark continues his gentle exploration, his tongue circling your clit with a patience that borders on agonizing. He's not in a hurry; he wants to savor every moment of this, to make sure you feel loved and desired. His fingers slide into your wetness, curling gently as he begins to stroke you internally, matching the rhythm of his tongue.

You can't help but whimper, your eyes squeezed shut as the sensations build within you. He's so attentive, so in tune with your body's responses that you feel like you're floating on a cloud of pure pleasure. Each kiss, each caress is a testament to the connection growing between you, and you know that this is just the beginning of a night that will change everything.

Clark's eyes never leave yours as he shifts his position, aligning his body with yours. His hand moves to guide himself, and with a gentle nod from you, he begins to press into you. His movements are slow and deliberate, his expression one of intense concentration as he tries to read your every reaction. You can feel the tip of him pushing against your entrance, the anticipation of what's to come making you squirm.

As he enters you, he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his voice a soothing balm to the building passion. He's so big, so thick, but he's so gentle that it's almost a surprise when he's fully sheathed inside you. You gasp, your eyes flying open, and he stills, giving you a moment to adjust to the sensation of being filled by him.

He waits, his eyes searching yours for any sign of pain or discomfort. When he sees none, he starts to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm that makes your toes curl. Each thrust is met with a soft moan from your lips, his name slipping from your mouth like a prayer as he fills you completely.

The feeling of him inside you is unlike anything you've ever experienced. It's as if your bodies are made for this, as if every inch of him is meant to be connected to every inch of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, your hands sliding down to grip his firm ass as he moves within you.

The room seems to spin around you, the only constant is the feeling of him, the sound of your hearts beating in sync. He kisses you again, his movements becoming more urgent as the passion takes over. You can feel him thickening, growing even more inside you, and you know that he's getting closer to the edge.

You whisper for him to go faster, to give you more, and he responds eagerly, his strokes deepening and quickening. Your body responds in kind, your hips rising to meet his, the friction between you building until it's almost unbearable. You're both so close, the tension coiled tight in your stomachs, ready to snap.

And then, with one final, deep thrust, it does. You cry out, your body arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. He follows shortly after, his own release shaking his body as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

For a moment, you just lay there, your bodies entwined, your hearts racing. Then, with a soft sigh, he pulls back, his eyes searching yours for any signs of regret. But all he sees is pure satisfaction, a mirror to what's reflected in his own gaze. He leans down to kiss you gently, a soft promise of more to come.

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