links to all my works and characters/people i write for:
javier peña ( ‘narcos’ on netflix )
-> fics
trouble after a while
-> pt2. now with me
a part of you
-> mini diaries
joel miller ( ‘the last of us’ on hbo max )
-> fics
mornin’ bliss
-> mini diaries
clark kent ( ‘superman’ in theaters )
-> fics
not the usual
sweet mornings
something more
-> mini diaries
all copyrights to me! please give me credits if you use any of my ideas or creations! we’ve lost many authors in our fandoms and we all appreciate a heads up before usage of our own ideas!
[SUMMARY: Loving Javier Peña means living with fear. His job terrifies you, and though he swears he’ll stay behind the scenes, you know better than to trust promises made in the shadows. What you don’t know is that he’s neck-deep in the hunt for Escobar, a case that pulls him further away from you—and drags you straight into the danger he swore you’d never face.]
Angst, drama, no sexual assault happens just a man implying it.
The apartment was quiet, the late Bogotá sun leaking through the blinds in fractured streaks. You’d been making dinner, hummming softly to yourself, comforted by the thought that Javier was staying behind the desk for a while. For once, you could breathe. For once, the ache of worry in your chest didn’t sit so heavy.
He had promised you. Sworn to you, in that low, gravelly voice of his, that he’d stay away from the dangerous cases. That he’d keep to paperwork, interviews, the safer side of DEA work. You believed himbecause you needed to.
But Javier Peña had a dangerous habit of lying to himself just as much as to the people he loved.
And Escobar didn’t care that you had nothing to do with it.
The first sign was the soft click of your lock turning, a sound so foreign it froze you in place, wooden spoon slipping from your hand into the pot of simmering sauce. You turned just as the door swung open, and a man you’d never seen stepped inside like he owned the place. His smile was wrong. Too confident.
“Señorita,” he said, looking you up and down. His accent was thick, his presence heavy. “You must be Javier’s little girlfriend.”
Your blood ran cold.
Befo re you could reach for the phone, another man appeared, shutting the door behind him. One of them stepped closer, brushing his hand over the back of your chair, his eyes never leaving you.
“You know, Peña has been… very busy. Busy where he doesn’t belong.” His gaze swept over you like a threat. “Men like him, they should understand—there are consequences.”
Your hands trembled, but you stood your ground. “He’s not here. You need to leave.”
They laughed. A cruel, sharp sound. One of them leaned in close, close enough you could smell smoke and cheap cologne. His fingers grazed a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear like he had any right. L
“You’re pretty,” he murmured. “Too pretty for a man like Peña. Maybe he doesn’t deserve you.”
Your phone rang then, hung up against the wall beside you. The man smirked, snatched it up, and answered without hesitation.
“Javier Peña,” he greeted, mocking. Then, looking straight at you, he held the phone out so Javier’s voice carried through the line.
“Who the fuck is this? ” Javier’s tone was sharp, suspicious.
The man grinned wider. “Relax, amigo. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m standing in your apartment… with your girl.”
Your breath hitched, and you knew Javier heard it.
The man trailed his fingers along your jaw, deliberately slow. “She’s even prettier in person than the files say.” He tilted the phone toward your face. “Say hello to Javier.”
You swallowed hard, fighting the tears burning at the corners of your eyes. “Javi…”
“What do you want?” His voice was cold.
The men laughed again, their shadows stretching long in the fading light.
“I think you’ll know exactly what we want. Maybe the name itself might help .” The man then narrowed his eyes on you.
“Are you familiar with Escobar..?” Your heart sunk. By the fear that grew in your eyes the man knew just how familiar you were with his name and smiled.
In that moment, you realized the promise Javier had made wasn’t just broken. It was shattered—and now, it wasn’t just his life on the line.
Javier’s grip on the phone was so tight the plastic creaked. His other hand was braced on the desk, knuckles white, his pulse hammering so hard it made his vision blur. He could hear you breathing, quick and uneven, the muffled sounds of movement on the other end.
And then the bastard spoke.
“She has such soft skin, Peña,” the man drawled, his voice lazy, taunting. There was a rustle, a shift, and Javier’s blood ran molten. “Especially here—” He chuckled darkly. “Her neck. So delicate. I can feel her pulse racing under my thumb.”
“Javi…” Your voice cracked as the man’s thumb dragged along your cheekbone, mocking Javier with every deliberate touch.
On the other end of the line, you heard the scrape of Javier’s chair, the sharp clatter of his phone being adjusted in his hand. His voice came through ragged, furious.
“If you do anything to her, Escobar is gonna be the least of your worries” Javier responded while motioning for Stephen to give him a pen. Quickly he wrote on a paper and handed it back to him. It read “they’re in my apartment”. Stephen immediately requested back up.
The man ignored him, clearly enjoying every second. “You know what’s interesting? She shivers when I run my hand down her arm. She’s trembling right now. She doesn’t like me touching her, but God, does she react.” His words dripped with venom, every syllable designed to cut.
Javier’s chest heaved. His vision tunneled, all he could picture was you, pressed back against the counter with some piece of shit’s hands on you. His gut twisted with fury and helplessness—he was miles away, chained to this fucking phone when he should have been there tearing them apart.
“Get your fucking hands off her!” Javier roared, the sound feral enough to turn heads in the office around him. He didn’t care. His jaw clenched so hard it ached, veins straining in his temple.
The man just laughed softly, smug. “You must love her, Peña. The way you’re losing your mind… makes me want to tell you more.”
Javi slammed his fist against the desk, the sharp crack echoing. Papers scattered, a pen rolled off the edge, but he didn’t even notice. His throat burned with the sheer force of the rage tearing out of him.
Javier’s pulse was a drum in his ears, drowning out everything except your shaky breaths and the bastard’s voice.
The man pressed the phone against his chest, muffling Javi’s words. His partner chuckled from the doorway, keeping watch like this was nothing more than a game.
“Do you feel that?” the man asked, leaning closer until his breath hit your ear. “That fear in your chest? That’s because of him. Because that man of yours doesn’t know when to quit.”
Your stomach twisted, panic threatening to take over. But even through your fear, you shot him a glare. “You think he won’t find you?”
That earned another laugh. “Oh, he’ll try. But by then…” He let the implication hang, fingers trailing down your arm, making your skin crawl when he suddenly grabbed a chunk of your hair and yanked it making you squeal.
And then Javier’s voice cut back through, sharp and unrelenting: “I’m coming. You hear me?” He spoke in between breaths, ignoring the request of the team to stay behind. Who the hell were they kidding?
“Don’t you let them break you. I’m on my way.” The sound of your scream making him blindly take off.
The men exchanged a look, smug and taunting, before one whispered something in Spanish you barely caught—about teaching Peña a lesson.
Minutes felt like hours, your heart thundering in your ears. The man with the phone kept circling you, every brush of his hand deliberate, meant to get under Javi’s skin as much as yours.
Then everything changed at once.
The door crashed open, wood splintering, Javier storming in with his gun drawn, he immediately spotted you before you ducked behind the counter. His jaw was tight, his eyes wild—raw fury and terror wrapped into one. Two shots cracked through the air, controlled but merciless, sending both men scrambling before one went down. The other barely made it out, disappearing into the night.
When silence finally fell, you were frozen on the ground covering your ears, your breath shuddering. Javier lowered the gun, rushing to you, hands grabbing at your arms, standing you up, touching your face, checking you like he didn’t believe you were really there.
“Baby, look at me. Are you hurt? Did they—”
You shoved him back. Hard.
His brows knitted in confusion, voice breaking. “Hey, it’s me. You’re safe now—”
“Safe?” The word came out sharp, bitter. “You promised me, Javi. You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore.”
He flinched, guilt written all over his face. “I had to take it, I didn’t have a choice—”
“Yes, you did!” Tears blurred your vision as you pulled away from him, heading for the bedroom. “And you dragged me into this. You made me a target!” Stephen and a few others walked in.
“Give us a damn minute” he snapped without looking their way.
He followed you, helpless, as you yanked open drawers, shoving clothes into a bag with trembling hands.
“Stop—what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?!” You snapped back without looking at him.
“You can’t leave, it isn’t safe-“
“I don’t care!” you screamed , panic flooding every word. “I can’t keep living like this, Javi. Waiting for the next time someone breaks through the door. Waiting to see your name in the paper because you couldn’t keep your promise.”
His voice cracked, raw. “Please—don’t do this. Don’t walk away, not like this. You’re all I’ve got.”
“No-“ your voice cracked rushing past him but he surged forward, catching your wrists mid-motion. “You can’t just take off on your own, it’s not safe!”
The contact made you flinch, your panic boiling over. You ripped your hands free with a sharp jerk, glaring at him through a blur of tears. “Don’t! Don’t touch me, Javi. Don’t tell me what’s safe—you don’t get to decide that for me anymore.”
The words landed like blows. He stood there, chest heaving, watching you cram another handful of clothes into the bag while your whole body shook. His throat worked, but no words came out—just the crushing weight of guilt settling deeper with every second.
Because this—your fear, your trembling hands, the anger in your eyes—this was all on him.
You tried to turn, to get away, but he stepped in front of you, desperate, crowding your space. His hands caught yours, not rough this time, but trembling, pleading.
“Javi…” Your voice cracked, equal parts anger and heartbreak. “They were here. They touched me. Because of you. I’ll never feel safe again.”
His face twisted, eyes shutting tight for a moment like the words gutted him. When they opened again, they burned with desperation. He pressed your knuckles to his lips, voice hoarse.
“Cariño. I’m so fucking sorry. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right if you let me. Just—don’t leave me.”
You tried to pull back, but he held tighter, the words tumbling out now like he couldn’t stop them.
“…please.” His voice broke on that last word, raw and guttural. “Yell at me, hate me, whatever you need to do. But don’t walk out that door. You are everything to me. Todo.”
Your body shook, your breaths coming too fast, panic spilling out of you in harsh sobs. You shook your head in tears.
“This isn’t fair” you cried.
“I know-“
“No, you don’t get it-“ you panted.
“This isn’t what I wanted, this wasn’t how it was suppose to be, this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you-“ his expression changing curiously as you looked away, his eyes studying every detail.
“Tell me what” he spoke delicately.
“It’s not just about us anymore, Javi” you whispered looking down.
“What are you saying?”
“Javi, dammit….I’m pregnant” you blurt out. Had you been looking up at him, you would’ve seen the color drain from his face. He was silent, in shock, still trying to wrap his mind around what you just said.
“I was gonna tell you tonight but when you called and said you’d be late I just. I was very upset, you’ve been coming home late a lot lately with this stupid case I’m guessing”
Guilt flickered in his eyes, sharp and heavy, before his expression hardened.
“We’re leaving tomorrow.”
Your head snapped up, brows knitting in confusion.
“I can’t keep you here,” he muttered, almost tripping over the words. “You’re pregnant—” His breath hitched, and he repeated it softer, like he couldn’t quite believe it himself. “Jesús… you’re pregnant.”
He stepped back, hands braced on his hips as his gaze darted around the room, searching for a plan that wasn’t there. Panic edged his voice when he finally looked at you again.
“I have to get you out of here. That’s all that matters now.”
Escobar, the case, the endless chase—it all fell away. None of it mattered anymore.
“Perdóname,” Javier said again, voice low and rough with desperation. “Just… forgive me. I swear to you, nothing like this will ever happen again. Your safety—our safety—it’ll never be threatened, not while I’m breathing.”
He meant every word he said.
“Nunca más, you hear me? I’ll never let this happen again.”
You wanted to believe him, but hesitation sat heavy in your chest. You loved him—God, you loved him—but fear was there too, curling in the pit of your stomach. He saw it in your eyes, and the realization cut him deeper than anything ever could. The fact that he was the reason you knew this kind of fear—it was something he couldn’t forgive himself for.
Without warning, his hand moved, resting carefully, almost reverently, against your stomach. The touch made your heart stutter. His gaze locked onto yours, steady, unflinching now.
“Te lo juro,” he whispered. “From this moment on… everything changes.
-> summary: months after breaking up, new temptations rise after the two of you find yourselves together in the same workplace. despite loving him, is worth the same circle of events and feelings?
-> word count: 2.k! wanted to write some tension and angst for mr. clark kent, more specifically exes to lovers with him...
-> tags and warnings: mentions of y/n, mild cursing, mild violence, jealous clark, reader knows about his secret, some talks about insecurities with both characters. lmk if i missed any, please reblog and comment, us authors appreciate it! mwuh! ❤️💙
if clark knew coming out here tonight, would lead him to see his current scene. he would’ve never stepped foot outside. to make matters worse, he couldn’t get drunk to avoid the pang in his chest. the hurt and knot building in his throat, just watching you with him.
maybe it was serious, maybe it wasn’t. but it didn’t change the fact that despite it all, his feelings for you hadn’t changed, they grew and grew more, more intense. for months, he continuously thought of you. it wasn’t anything specific, just you as a whole. and yet despite knowing how he felt, it didn’t get better, and the sun wouldn’t be able to heal the ache in his heart.
“is this a new thing?” he yelled over, pushing his glasses up with his finger while holding the glass. “i guess it is? this is the first time we’ve seen her like this. gotta say that guy doesn’t give me good vibes,” jimmy shrugged, dancing along to the house music that played in the background.
clark knew you were watching him. with his crazed eyes, not being able to tear away from you the moment he walked in. he had to push away the urge to slit the throat of every man who laid eyes on you. he could only just push away the jealousy and pretend. pretend it didn’t hurt him. pretend you didn’t know each other. pretend you were strangers.
but you were far from strangers.
“when did she start with you guys?” clark asked, leaning against the bar. “two months ago, she came all the way from texas,” jimmy yelled loudly. “she’s a amazing journalist and she has so much potential, but it seems like something or someone from her past haunts her,” he continued.
clark stood quiet, knowing he was the reason for that being.
that night still haunted him. in his wake and sleep. how he left you thinking he didn't love you. watching tears run down your cheek as you found the correct words to yell at him. maybe a part of you knew clark was lying, but it didn't help the ache and burn inside you when you heard him say it.
you felt naive and in a daze, believing a man like clark, would be capable to love you. to cherish you. it felt like everything surrounding you was crashing apart, and it hurt so much you couldn't control the fury and despair you discerned. not only did it feel like clark lied to you, you felt used.
when you saw him again two weeks ago, you laughed so hard at how fate and the universe worked. you ignored him. the glances. his attempts to talk. his stupid coffee and notes he left for you. his attempts to get you alone to try and talk. how he whispered to jimmy and asking small details. you wanted nothing to do with him, just like he didn't with you.
perhaps you were an evil person, but you wanted to feel the exact pain he felt, watching his world come apart.
nevertheless, the temptation was so excruciating. it was pure and raw. and it would quickly break at any given moment.
“maybe that’s enough?” clark leaned down to whisper coming back up to see your the outraged look on you. “you don’t decide when is enough for me, i’ll say when it's enough,” you ignore him, pecking the guys cheek before walking away to the bar. you felt tipsy but not drunk to where you would blackout.
“what games are you trying to play here huh? getting drunk and fuck the first guy you meet at the club tonight?” clark said pissed off, his voice and tone laced with pure rage and jealousy. “i don't remember asking if it was any of your business. last time i remembered, i'm single and i can kiss, fuck, marry whoever i want. you won't be able to stop or control that,” you replied with the same tone.
why the hell did he have to look so good like this. his curly hair in the perfect mess. his skin glowing and glistening with a small layer of sweat. his cheeks are slightly flushed. his black button-up fitting correctly in all the right places. the stupid sluttly glasses on his eyes. those damn blue eyes that made you feel like you were under a spell.
“i promise i'm only trying to look out and protect you,” you laugh at his words. “protect me? i don't need your protection, you tried to do it once, and look where that got us. you can't pretend to actually care when you did what you did? feel the need to look out for me, when you're the person who hurt me the most. take that bullshit far away from me, because i'm done with your games.”
clark grows quiet. he was thinking carefully about what to say. his chest heaved, nose slightly flared, trying to bite back the jealousy that still ran through him. he knew you were right, that he had once promised the world but did the opposite and hurt you. but that was far from the truth. clark would never stop loving you, and he wouldn’t move on from what you had.
if he lied, it was to protect you. he just wished it wouldn't hurt this bad, in his being and his soul. being superman came with a price, he loved being able to protect and help, but it also had its downfalls to where he had to make decisions like life or death to fend those he loved.
you scoffed and turned away, playing with the straw in your cup, swirling around the ice before hearing an unrecognizable voice behind you speak. “still up for that dance gorgeous?” you offered a small smile, ready to decline because you were getting tired, but were cut off by the 6’4 man behind you, “she's not interested bud, fuck off.”
“who are you talking to?” the man quickly tried to make himself look stronger and taller.
“you. now turn around and go back to wherever you were at. leave us alone,” clark replied back, feeling your small hands in attempts to push him back to avoid further conflict. clark could hold his temper, but when he was tested and compelled, he would show his true colors. especially when it came to something that was his, and his only.
“maybe not tonight, but i have your number on standby, and i can call you for a next time offer?” you attempted to calm the situation, clark laughed in disbelief, scratching his temple not believing what he was hearing. “sounds good darling, i'll be waiting,” he winked before walking off.
“give me your phone,” clark said dismissively.
“what? no.”
you didn't know how you ended up tripping, but all you saw was clark’s face inches away from yours, and before you knew it, the temptation broke, closing the gap by kissing him with urgency. tasting the mint and whiskey on his lips, hearing the heavy breaths and groans he let out, feeling the soft licks of his tongue on yours, and the tight grip on your waist from his hands.
you needed and wanted more. you were a madwoman, and the least of your worries right now was the past. the sole focus right now was how big his hands felt as he kneaded your ass walking into his apartment, kissing every crevice and inch of your skin as he slowly took your clothes off, hearing how bad he needed you. just one good night, and you could go back to pretending like he never happened or existed.
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your muscles ached, your hair was probably a mess, and don't get started on your makeup. you rose up, checking the time in the unknown room, a little after seven. you turned around to see a familiar back facing you, drawing the dots, and realizing you were in his apartment. clark’s apartment.
a hand went to your forehead, feeling the pain and shivers of a hangover, covering yourself with his blanket as you muttered a quick ‘shit’. you quietly got up, checking your back every other second to make sure he wouldn't wake up as you found and changed into one of his loungewear sets.
you didn't think twice before grabbing your dead phone and black purse, walking out, and back to your apartment. ignoring how your heart twinged, and the regret creeping up on you.
you kept yourself busy the entire weekend, ignoring everyone's calls and texts after telling them you were safe and alive, including the random number you figured was clark, who called and called the whole weekend. you deep-cleaned your entire apartment, finished up research deadlines, including getting started on your rough draft, and did some retail shopping.
you walked in monday morning to the daily planet as if nothing had happened. you played off with jokes and smiles to everyone who came up to you. clark watched as you fell back to the same person you were before friday. it was like it had no effect on you whatsoever. that what happened between you and him was just a casual hookup, nothing meaningful.
the more clark began to think, the more his urgency grew and grew to get you alone. to finally tell you the truth.
clark felt on a mile high, feeling your lips once again on his, not being able to resist your soft touches and whimpers, your pleas to fuck you, and the neediness. when clark woke up that saturday, he expected you to still be there, but was met with a cold and empty bed. just traces of your sweet scent and your shoes you left behind. no note, no other belonging, just the quiet air and space for what had happened.
“miss y/n can i talk to you about your article, it seems like there is a small confusion,” clark interrupted the small conversation you were having with lois and rachel. you refused to look at him, giving him your back as you spoke, “i’m sure the article is fine, we’re currently discussing that-”
“miss y/n, those weren't my orders. they’re perry’s, and he insisted on helping you out… so shall we?” he waved one hand, directing the way you would walk. you forced a fake chuckle, whispering a small ‘i’ll be back’, twisting clark suit and dragging him. “what the hell are you doing? you can’t meddle with my work clark,” you declared.
“you gave me no other choice! we need to talk about what happened and what changed. you can’t continue to ignore and pretend, i’m done with those games,” clark expressed, closing the door with a smal thud and locking it. he wasn’t going to leave until he finally heard answers.
“nothing changed clark! we’re still broken up. newsflash, exes can still have sex and it can mean nothing-”
“you and i know that’s pure bluff, you’re the only one telling yourself that. i have been trying to talk to you. like a mature and normal adult, but you keep running away,” clark distressed, removing his glasses. you almost forgot how much of a difference it made. small but very much distinct. “clark, you did this to us. you told me you no longer loved me. what could’ve possibly changed that you need to tell me,” you reminded him.
“i’m done hurting you and me. i can’t take it anymore. i can't stand how you can’t even look at me, direct a word, or just be in the same room. i know i fucked up. I was stupid and said stuff i regret and don’t mean. If only you know how much i’ve also suffered, how much i miss you. you deserve the right to know the truth, and i’m going to tell you,” clark exposed, his voice full with sincerity and seriousness.
“what truth, clark? i can’t take any more heartbreaks, my heart can’t handle one more, especially from you…” clark takes a step closer, cupping your face with his hands. His pupil widened staring at your gaze, at your teary eyes blinking away. noting the small hesitation on you.
“do you trust me?” he asks once. and for some reason, that temptation breaks again. if he was being honest as he claimed, you were intrigued to find out the truth. it would finally put some peace in your head, no matter how brutal or nice it was.
Hey guys, these are just some Clark Kent/Superman fics I really enjoyed and wanted to share with all of you, if you love the character as much as I do, hopefully you’ll find something here to add to your reading list!!! xxx
mastermind by @auroralwriting
guilt of the quiet one by @sillyswriting
the less i know the better by @writingmeraki
everyone adores you (at least i do) by @rosesaints
you are in love by @auroralwriting
till i lose it by @fawnindawn
love, meteors, and clark kent's accidental flight by @stevebabey
immune by @ggclarissa
foolish hearts by @tw1sters
mysteries of our disguise revolve by @supershithits
you didn't kiss me goodbye. by @bodhiscurls
super-headaches at the daily planet by @luveline
chewing gum by @indouloureux
to whom it may concern by @cursedheartsclub
'til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours by @alwritey-aphrodite
the other man by @honeypiehotchner
the one with the ring by @ifyouweremine
kryptonite kisses by @a-romantics-guide-to-life
it's so hard being a pretty gal by @vitoriadior
free fall by @starksweasley
i like when you're jealous by @toxicflowergirl
not the usual by @amorwrld
told you so by @hearts4hughes
kiss me by @sunshine-lux
Please show these amazing writers some love! These are just the ones I’ve read recently, but I’m sure there are plenty more well-written fics out there, so don’t be shy, send them my way! xxx
text messages between you and clark kent part two!
summary: second part to the first one linked here! these are so much fun to do! a varies of concepts and sneak peeks into you and clark’s messages, mwah! ❤️💙💛
tags and warnings: mentions of y/n, mild cursing, jealous clark, and flirty talks
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my superman 🦸🏻♂️
Guess what I was just told by Jimmy
⤷ you: oh gosh, what did he say now????
Apparently on social media there’s a trending name for me
⤷ you: i think i might know 😅😅
#Supershit
Makes me feel like #shit
⤷ you: clark you and i both know you’ve made such a difference and keep the world safe, they’re #shit for making posts like that.
I’m not even upset, It’s quite funny 🙂🙂
⤷ you: ok #supershit ❤️
Don’t start
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my superman 🦸🏻♂️
Where are you?
⤷ you: me and lois went to brunch :))
⤷ you: why??
Because your house key is finally not under the mat and I wanted to visit you
⤷ you: did you check under my plant??
⤷ you: i got a new key design ☺️☺️
I can’t even lie, I look so good
⤷ you: you always do 😉😉
⤷ you: especially when you’re in your suit and saving the world
⤷ you: my #supershit ❤️
Woman 😐
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my superman 🦸🏻♂️
⤷ you: remember that exclusive interview you did last week? where they attached the go-pro on you?
Yes?
The one that broke mid mission? 😅
⤷ you: this is about to become my favorite picture of you :))
Delete that right now.
WHERE DID YOU EVEN FIND THAT?
HOW ARE PEOPLE GETTING THIS?
⤷ you: it’s trending on social media 😂😂
⤷ you: you’re quite literally a meme now, i fear
⤷ you: i wonder what clark kent will write about in his next article 🤔🤔
He’s speechless and won’t be writing one
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my superman 🦸🏻♂️
Just got asked if I was single at this interview I am at
⤷ you: ???
⤷ you: and what did you say???
Nothing.
I just showed them my lockscreen and she walked off 😊
⤷ you: this is giving #supermanaura 🤭🤭
⤷ you: what’s your lockscreen??
Well it’s like a slideshow
These are a few that are included
⤷ you: 😏😏😏
⤷ you: what would have you done if that didn’t work?
Show them my wallet where I have a bunch of our polaroids
Or yell “I HAVE A HOT AND BADASS GIRLFRIEND”
⤷ you: you’re getting the best head ever tonight
Say less 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻
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my superman 🦸🏻♂️
Tell him to step away from you
⤷ you: what are you talking about?
He’s standing wayyyyyy to close to you
Way to close for my liking
Why is he smiling at you??
Y/n
If he shakes your hand 😐😐
⤷ you: you can’t be serious??
⤷ you: i barely met him today
I am so serious
Fuck this, i’m coming over to you
Gonna show him you’re mine and mine only.
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my superman 🦸🏻♂️
⤷ you: took these pictures of you last night
⤷ you: love your eyes and dimples sooo much
Be honest you like it when I wear a suit
⤷ you: like?
⤷ you: like is an insult.
⤷ you: i love it when you wear one.
With my glasses or without?
⤷ you: both.
⤷ you: this is turning you on right…
Yes
Very much so
⤷ you: and my intentions were pure sweet and innocent
There’s nothing innocent about you sweetheart 😘
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my superman 🦸🏻♂️
one missed call from my superman 🦸🏻♂️
two missed calls from my superman 🦸🏻♂️
three missed calls from my superman 🦸🏻♂️
Call me.
Krypto escaped
⤷ you: AGAIN?
⤷ you: this dog never listens to you 😂
Nevermind.
I just found him hidden under your pile of clothes
⤷ you: awww
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my superman 🦸🏻♂️
Just remembered how you kept ignoring me my first month at The Daily Planet and got so sad
Why would you do that to me?
⤷ you: because i felt intimidated by you
⤷ you: because i loved you from the first glance
⤷ you: and because i knew you were superman and didn’t want to endanger you or me
⤷ you: and because of jimmy’s loudy mouth
Let’s just blame it on Jimmy
Can’t believe he made us suffer so much 💔💔
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my superman 🦸🏻♂️
⤷ you: clark, come back home
What? Why?
⤷ you: because you forgot to give me a goodbye kiss
I literally gave you five
⤷ you: exactly my point.
⤷ you: you always give me ten
Open your door
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my superman 🦸🏻♂️
I think you should just move in with me now
⤷ you: huh??
⤷ you: what do you mean??
You’re here everyday, wear my clothes, krypto loves you, you have your own desk to work, your scent is on my bed, and most importantly your books are lying around.
⤷ you: but what if i get annoying or you hate it after a week :((
Could never get annoyed or even mad at you sweetheart
I want you here.
I want you next to me for the rest of my life.
⤷ you: i love you so much ❤️❤️
⤷ you: we can talk more about it later tonight
⤷ you: i’ll pick some of my stuff up on my way to your place
-> can’t stop geeking over this man! here’s a small headcannon for mr. superman! 🦸🏻♂️❤️
grabs your hand and holds it the entire way no matter where you’re going. gives you a small squeeze and looks to see if you’re okay and comfortable, before whispering a small ‘i love you’.
clark who arrives late every morning because he insists on bringing you coffee with your favorite muffin, placing it on your desk with a cheesy note that you will keep.
loves gripping your waist, whether you’re at work and all conversing with the team, when you’re cooking together at each others flat, when someone takes pictures of you, and most definitely when he kisses you.
clark who watches with jealousy, at you getting ready to go out with your friends, he never says anything, and it doesn’t bother him that you’re going out. what triggers him is that people, especially men, with no self respect will approach you and expect more. that’s why he offers to go drop you off and pick you up. keeping his phone on standby incase anything happens.
clark who flys to wherever you are to make sure you’re okay. has to hug you tight because he won’t know until after he defeats the opposers if you’re okay and safe. he wouldn’t know how to handle or what to do if something happened to you, and he couldn’t protect you from it.
clark who secretly takes photos of you when you’re not looking. sometimes with the antique polaroid camera his mom gave him, jotting down the date and keeping it on his desk. or on his cellphone, where he keeps an album of the two of you, sending one randomly to catch your reaction.
clark who insists on having late night saturday dates where you guys eat breakfast for dinner, or go to those 70’ diners where you share milkshakes and waffles. after go to a rock show in metropolis where you both sing along.
clark who is shy and reserved with everyone else but with you he’s a yapper and won’t stop talking about anything and everything. where’s it’s about smallvile, the infamous punk rock bands, his missions as superman, and his parents.
easily gets frustrated and annoyed when he is taking care of crypto, knowing damn well that dog is so well behaved with you, refuses to part from your side, and never letting clark get near you to hug or kiss you.
always begging you to stay the night when you work late night shifts so he can treat you to some well deserved self-care. makes you tea, massages your back and feet, listens to your interview rants or offers opinions on the future questions you’ll ask, never wakes you up when you fall asleep on him, just tucks you next to him and lift covers your bodies with the cover.
clark would rather save the bug that creeps into your flat instead of killing it. he knows he would feel extremely guilty if he smashes it, even if it’s a fly or ant. he laughs as you panic in the corner, begging for him to take it out and away.
clark who sends messages or calls you in the middle of night to hear your voice cause he misses you, especially when he’s out of town. your voice brings a sense of peace and comfort, soothing him from his own worries and nerves.
clark is the type of boyfriend to play with your jewelry while you cuddle, he knows how easily you get nervous especially in public, so he twists your rings or plays with the charms on your bracelet.
loves being a big spoon but he secretly loves being small spoon more. loves laying his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around you like if you were his personal teddy bear, the feeling of you running his fingers through his hair and against his back, loves to hear your heartbeat.
clark is the type to be needy and clingy when you’re not giving him enough attention. begs for a kiss or hug, especially after you both have a small disagreement, hating the cold feeling in his chest when you’re ignoring him.
clark is the type of boyfriend to spoil you for anything. for food, he’s quick to make it. for anything materialistic, he’s quick to swipe his card. for a late night adventure, he’s quick to fly you away to your destination. loves to see that big grin on your lips, knowing you’re happy because of him.
when he’s back in smallvile, he insists on taking you to places he grew up around. the infamous barn on the ranch, the creek where he watched sunsets with friends, buying souvenirs for the two of you, taking selfies after he says “superman doesn’t take selfies” shows you the library you know would fall in love with immediately.
the type of man to refer you as his girlfriend or wife any given chance. kiss your ring finger where you both know one day will have a ring to tie your happiness and love together.
-> summary: an unusual morning, waking up next to your hunk of a man superhero boyfriend, where he makes you yummy pancakes and show you just how much he loves you...
-> word count: 2.1k, tysm for my first clark fic?????? i wasn’t expecting that many notes, ily guys sm!!!!!!!! here’s my second for my superman girlies, hope you enjoy, mwah!
-> (tags and warnings): flashbaks will be in bold and italics, mentions of y/n, reader knows about his secret, minor violence, some mature language, messy makeout, small sexual innuendos, if i missed any let me know! pls reblog, and give us author’s feedback! ❤︎
-> (credits): all pictures from pinterest!
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you couldn’t understand why your body felt so warm and snug. then you remembered the night before, where your boyfriend begged and begged for you to stay the night. so here you were, your back against his bare and warm chest, his huge arm wrapped around you, and a thin sheet coating your bodies. you had attempted to pull away, but it's like he knew, and just pulled you closer to him. not a single complaint from you.
you turned swiftly and gently, wanting your boyfriend, who, the night before, saved the metropolis from a small, alien-like creature that ran around and destroyed dog parks, sleep peacefully. clark’s face was drawn in with a tiny frown, the stubble on his cheeks more prominent, his long lashes touching the upper parts of his blushed cheeks, and that damn curl coating his forehead.
you love to stare at him. he was so damn beautiful and deserved to be admired. just like he did with you. a few people in his life knew about his secret, trusted and loyal people who he could count on, and you were one of those. you remember the night so clearly when you saw him transform. it was all so sudden and unexpected, one second you were walking home, then you saw from a dark alley clark remove his glasses and switch into his supersuit.
by that time, you had barely started to get to know each other, had some coffee dates, went on interviews together, and worked after hours to finish researching or articles. you didn’t say a single thing after the revelation. you a matter of fact, distanced yourself, and almost put a transfer form to another article company to avoid seeing him. you didn't want to risk yourself with danger, and especially clark, who needed protection from his enemies.
yet clark wasn’t having it. his heart broke a little each time you declined his offers to go out, rejected working after hours, and even the small notes he would write and place on your laptop. he couldn't comprehend why you had placed this barrier, why you were so distant and far, why you couldn’t even look him in the eyes without running away. he was so close to blaming jimmy, but he realized it wasn’t him. it was something you had seen or heard.
like most people when they saw him as superman, they ran up to him, thanked him, offering him hospitality, hugs and affection. though with you, that night of a confession, you just stared and ran off after he saved you from a car hitting you. clark followed close behind, still in his suit, watching as you sped walk close to your flat.
“miss? miss are you okay?” he called out, your head turning back to watch him land behind you. “i’m okay! just want to get home, it’s freezing out,” you smiled, fakely walking past him, trying to avoid any conversation with clark. “i can walk you home? you must be startled still after what happened,” he offered, but you declined.
“you can get on going, superman, i can manage.”
“miss y/n, i promise my only intentions are to keep you safe and ensure you get home without any complications,” he spoke with a deep frown in his face. clark towered over you, his 6’4 frame making you look tiny against him. “it’s funny how you know my name, when we’ve never met before, not like this…” you said curious.
his blue eyes widen, clearing his throat, now nervous and shifting his weight from a foot to another. “what are you referring to ‘not like this’ miss y/n?” he asked carefully, taking a step closer to where you stepped back, fixing the strap of your work purse, “i believe we both know.” you smiled and continued walking, clark reaching you again in a matter of seconds, quickly bluttering out “do you know who i am?”
“and if i did? what would it change?”
“it would change everything miss y/n.”
clark persuaded you, and that's how you ended up at a burger diner near your flat, where he explained everything. about how he came here, his parents, smallvile, the accomplishments, the iconic black rimmed glasses, and his duty. he had his theories that you could’ve possibly known about him, but he never thought much of it until then and that approach. You knew clark and superman didn’t mean harm, just wanting to make the world a betterplace, so you trusted, just like he did with you.
a year later, those coffee dates turned into a regular daily routine. you both were so careful to never expose his identity, changing the everyday routes to where you couldn't be exposed, having secret meetings in cleaning supply closets, and even far as to put on a show for your coworkers, who sensed the relationship, just didn't say anything.
clark stirred after a couple of minutes, the sunlight flashing his skin in a glowy manner, his eyes piercing blue, and eyelids softly swollen after being asleep for so long. he looked down at you immediately, a small smirk creeping onto his pink lips, “how long have you been awake?” you put on a playful thinking face, “not too long, just watched you snore away.”
“i don’t snore,” clark defended, brushing your hair back softly, his other hand drawing small shapes on your bare thigh. “good morning, miss y/n, how’d you sleep?” clark whispered, your eyes glazing with his. “i slept wonderfully, had this huge hunk of a man hold me all night, and you?” you say softly, your nose pressing against his where he smiled. “you know i always sleep better with you here, in my bed, in my arms…”
“so cheesy,” you tease.
“but it’s the truth, this being here with you, waking up next to you, beats anything,” clark kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds. “let’s get up, i have a spare toothbrush in my bathroom drawers, and you can use some of my clothes,” clark gets up, stretching his body, his abs, back muscles, his biceps in full show, making you feel flustered.
true to his word, he hands you a red and blue toothbrush, you brush your teeth together, clark quickly doing it since he insisted on making fresh-brewed coffee. his walk-in closet was full, full of his work suits, a couple workout sets, some jerseys, and lots of lots of shoes. you grab a white button-up, seeing how the other shirts fit too loosely, along with a pair of his socks.
you fix your hair into a messy half-up half-down, pulling some pieces of hair into the front, you walk out to the kitchen, where clark had already begun preparing pancakes. he pulls you close to him, pressing a kiss onto your lips, his head twisting ot the side. clark’s hands ride along your sides, one hand dragging from your spine down to your ass, where he gives it a small squeeze. “haven’t kissed you properly, missed your lips on mine, good morning sweetheart,” he said with a big grin, continuing to make pancakes as if the kiss had no affect on either of you. “good morning handsome, where can i help?”
“bacon is cooking, coffee is brewing, i got the pancakes. you can help with the eggs and fruit?” clark suggested seeing how you quickly nodded and washed your hands. “do you want the eggs prepared any certain way?” you asked him, “i have no preference, do them the way you like, i’ll eat it,” clark spoke, placing a kiss on your neck, his hand creeping up around your waist.
“easy superman, you have pancakes that cannot burn on the stove.”
“would rather eat you for breakfast,” clark says nonchalantly, biting his lip as he flips two of them, as you show him a side eye. you cut enough strawberries and kiwis, picking a few blueberries and place them into small bowls with a splash of honey and granola. you decide to make sunny-side-up style eggs for you and clark, placing them neatly next to the fresh pancakes.
clark set up the table near the window that looked out to metropolis, kissing your head twice as he helped you carry everything to the table. having the day off together was so convenient and smart, and mornings like this with him were usual or common. despite working in the same establishment, you both had difficult schedules, especially with clark since he was also a literal superhero.
clark watched you finish your breakfast, as he had finished way before you, talking about how he defeated the creature from yesterday. he invariably got so excited speaking on these small missions, no matter how big or small; they always made an impact to him and the world. he would forever do it till he no longer could.
“you got a little something here sweetheart,” clark leaned over, removing a tiny spot of chocolate from the inner corner of your lips, licking his thumb afterward. you picked up the dishes, setting them in the sink and walked back to where clark was. he was manspreading, a hand resting on his thigh just observing you.
he looked so huge, he always did, but him like this, bare chest, and just a pair of plaid pants covering him? you could die a happy woman. clark had a shy demeaner, but he was compassionate, a huge nerd, super romantic, very much old school, and overall the best person you could ever ask for to be by your side.
you grip his shoulder as you sit on his lap, his hand graze your thighs, running them up softly, gently squeezing tiem from time, just staring at you in a lovey daze. you would've never imagined you would date a superhero, you never imagined that clark would be yours and you be his. but you would do it all over and over again.
one of his hands came up, his thumb undo the top three button of his shirt that was on you, gently pulling your face down to his. his lips meet in a soft but eager kiss, a hand holding the back of your head, your breathing more rapid and heavier as he presses himself against you. he could taste the sweetness of the strawberries on your lips, growing more and more obsessed by the minute. he had to hold himself back once you began to slowly grind yourself on him, without even noticing, he just kissed you harder and more passionately.
clark's hand came under his shirt, gently groping your boob with his hand, squeezing your nipple in a pleasurable manner with his index and middle fingers, hearing you whimper while tugging his curls. “you’re so beautiful, just like this, with my shirt on, in my home, kissing me,” he said breathless feeling the tiny smirk playing on your lips. “i’m so madly obsessed and in love with you darlin’…” clark discloses, his blue eyes wild.
he slowly undoes the rest of the shirt's buttons with one hand, his other hand keeping you steady as he places wet kisses along your neck and down to the valley of your breasts. he wasted no time, effortlessly picking you up and placing both your legs around his torso, leading you into his bedroom, where his lips never stopped moving against yours. “could never get tired of you, i want all of you, forever.”
your hips bucked against him, as he continued to fondle with your bum, it was so amusing to him, watching you get aroused by the second, made the game, the chase, more exciting. he set you down, you watch as he got down slowly, removing your underwear, kissing the flesh of your thighs. “always so soft and sweet,” clark rehearsed, he dragged his tongue near your pelvis to your hip bone, feeling you quiver as clark placed a single kiss on your hip bone.
if there was one thing clark loved to do, it was appreciating the beautiful body you had. kiss over every stretchmark, scar, mole, any imperfection. his lips find yours once more, dragging your bodies to his bed, you obliged to his tongue entry, tasting the chocolate taste, desperate to feel him against you. you could feel his cock grow heavier and harder by the second, not resisting the urge to palm him as he kissed your neck, your eyes rolling back when he softly ran his fingers against your slit.
it hadn't been long, but with your busy schedules, you hadn't had sex with him in two weeks. you were a starving woman, and all you wanted was to feel him inside you. clark kissed all the way down, teasing you, edging you, marking you. he watched you, eyed as your chest rose up and down, clark slowly removed his plaid pj’s, his cock springing out and hitting his lower belly.
thinking about how huge he looked with the suit on? you can see everything? desperately need him to save me, curls are also curling? finest superman yet 💙❤️🦸🏻♂️
thinking about bodyguard!clark kent whose size intimidates everyone that comes within a ten meter radius of him. his big, strong hands gently guiding you into your awaiting car. usually, bodyguards don’t sit directly next to the person whose safety they’ve been tasked with ensuring, but how else would you ride his thick, fat cock in-between your busy schedule? the dark partition that separates the driver and passenger only shields the view, it does nothing to minimize the sounds of squelching, whispers of encouragement, and the straight up filth that was ensuing within the back of the vehicle.
i think about this ask a lot. like an unhealthy amount.
“we shouldn’t,” clark says as you tug at his collar.
honestly, it’s too late; whatever it is, it’s already started. his hair is mussed, his lips and neck stained by your lip gloss, and his eyes traveling all over your body.
“we should,” you murmur into his mouth, “we already are.”
you nip and bite at eachother like you’re starved, like this car is the only place you two can afford to be honest in your affections.
before you know it, he’s yanking up your dress, intent on making the most of the next 15 minutes it takes to get back to your estate.
-> summary: when the usual and always shy clark, finds himself jealous at the new intern who recently joined the daily planet…
-> word count: 1.6k! needed to write for the latest superman, because i mean look at him? hope you enjoy, mwah!
-> (tags and warnings): mentions of y/n, shy!clark, jealous!clark, possessive!clark, size kink, minor violence, some mature language, messy makeout, if i missed any let me know! pls reblog, and give us author’s feedback! ❤︎
-> (credits): all pictures from pinterest!
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“meeting in 5 clark,” you remind him, brushing your hand across his broad and prominent shoulder. such a simple touch that had clark’s cheeks immediately red and blushing. “i’ll be there,” he said quietly, only where him and you could hear. “don’t forget to bring the rough draft you have so far, from your latest superman interview,” he watched you turn on your heel, your eyes connecting with his icy blue ones.
“y-y-yeah i-i won’t forget, it’s r-right here,” clark stumbled with his words, his hands shaking as he tried to find the newly printed paper on his desk. superman would’ve never acted this way, but he was such a nervous mess around you, to where he couldn’t form a coherent sentence or thought. you smile and walk off, meeting max, the new intern by a corner.
his smile drops immediately, his hands stop shaking and turn into a fist, the familiar rage and anger flaring in his chest. the bile in his throat growing and growing just staring at the him, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear or having the audacity to making you laugh with whatever he said. he hates it, he hates that he can’t do a single thing because of his emotions stopping him.
he hated that he had to hide under a shadow and you potentially meet the man of your life. he hated any man that got even 4 feet near. hated the scent of their perfume on you. hated that he had to hear the mention of another guy that wasn’t him. but most of all he hated that he wasn’t yours and you weren’t his.
“clark, are you coming?” he cleared his throat swallowing the jealousy away, hearing you approach him. “yes, lead the way miss y/l/n,” clark stood up his eyes never leaving yours as he looked down at you. you were so tiny, yet you were the missing puzzle in his arms. “so you and max?” he asked quiet and nervously, afraid maybe it wasn’t professional or appropriate, “just training him, good guy but not my type,” you shrugged making clark feel better.
“and what is your type exactly?” he pushed his glasses up with his index finger, irritated that he was using his old glasses because his new ones had broken during a metahuman fight. his body goes rigid when he sees your tiny hand move up, placing the smallest curl he had right on his forehead.
“a man like superman.”
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your words made him feel something more then just butterflies. an ego booster, more cockier and confident. no more of a shy demeanor. he stood his head up higher than that morning, his eyes drawing to you anytime you walked into the room or left it. he was paying more closer attention. not caring the consequences it could bring.
max was like a sick puppy clinging onto you, asking random and unnecessary questions, smiling and smirking like a douchebag and more so making you do his work. the audacity he had to ask when he was fairly recent. clark hated that you were taken advantage of, everyone coming to you because they couldn’t do it properly. “you’re a lifesaver y/n! i owe you one! how about-” max couldn’t utter another word after clark cut him off.
clark scooted and leaned back from his chair, the small chair that was far to big for him and his muscled self. “you know you’re really a dick, a sick man for taking advantage of her knowing damn well you could do it yourself,” he fake smiled, crossing his arms against his chest. “this whole week you’ve been stuck to her hip asking for favors, the job you’re required and refusing to do, and for what?” clark didn’t stop there, if he could destroy him, he would’ve.
“i think it’s none of your business, kent. what’s so wrong to ask for help?” max poured his lips downward, shrugging his shoulders as he walked straight to him. “i am new after all and she’s the best of the best.”
“never said ms. y/l/n wasn’t, in fact she’s better then you’ll ever be, but she’ll never get there with distractions like you in the way,” clark wasn’t scared anymore, him too was tired of always swallowing back what he had to say. the room was silent, the shocked looks on everyone’s face including yours. but clark could tell it wasn’t just shock, he also felt the tension you had. “your job is easy but you’re making it harder for yourself, you’re playing with fire…” clark threatens, he stands up, almost a foot taller then max.
“whatever man, stick to your stupid superman interviews, maybe one of these days you’ll tell him just how miserable your life is,” max tried to insult but instead was sent with a deep laughter escaping clark’s throat. “that’s enough guys, we don’t need chaos after all this war,” you tried to ease the tension, “everyone get back to work, this happens everywhere and anywhere…”
“can i talk to you?” you asked with a brow raised, looking straight at the blue eyed man, who just nodded. his hand came to your lower back, his eyes never leaving max as he guided you to the private room by the lunch lounge. “what’s you’re problem clark? is everything okay?” you said with full concern, but quickly getting distracted by his manspread. he looked so huge, like a huge teddy bear you didn’t want to let go off.
“he just infuriates me so much,” clark sat up straight pushing his glasses up and running a hand through his curls. “no man has ever bothered me this much, but he just knows how to tick of that nerve in me,” his knuckle taps and knocks on the hand rest, feeling the familiar jealousy build in him. “i don’t understand why would it-”
you’ve known clark for a while. he was the nerdy type to keep to himself and avoid conflict, instead the one who would try to ease them. he never spoke or showed that much of emotion, so this was a huge surprise to you. you were intrigued and so drawn to this side, that you wanted to see how far he would go. was he just shy, or did he also have a fearless side…
“it makes me a sick to see or even think of a man next to you. i hate that they will get the chance to make you smile or laugh, or hold your hand. gift you pretty stuff, send you notes and flowers, do it all for you, it messes with my head, with my heart… it feels like my guts are being ripped apart,” clark confesses. the feelings he’s hidden for far to long. feelings that he will only ever feel for you. “i can do that too y/n, i can give you the world, if you ask me, if you let me…”
“clark…”
“ask me what you want…” clark stands up, your back hitting the wall as you look him up in down. “ask me what you need, what you desire… i’m more then just a shy and simple man…” clark tests the waters, leaning down to kiss your cheek and the inner corner of your mouth. “just say it, let me hear you…”
“i want you to kiss me clark… or should i say superman…” his blue eyes go wide, lashes touching his upper eyelid. “what did you say?” clark asked carefully, suddenly not being able to breathe clearly. “i said show me what you got, superman…” his thumb brushed your jaw, before pulling your chin down slowly to release your bottom lip that you were bitting.
“with pleasure…”
his two strong hands grip your hips, pulling you toward him as his mouth collides with yours. he swallows the small whimper you let out, only being able to taste the cherry on you and feel the tremor of your body. how the kiss makes your knees weak, the goosebumps spreading like wildfire across your skin, the chilling sensation running down his spine feeling tasting you. “is this what you pictured?” he asked, kissing your smile. “even better…”
without effort he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his torso as he led you to one of the countertops, kissing your jaw and your pulse point, licking the spot before bitting softly. “clark… we need to be quiet…” you warn, your hand runs up his back to grip his curls. clark sets you down, kissing you harshly and passionate, his body on fire and wanting to show you how deeply and madly he felt about you.
“i can’t help it… you’re so beautiful,” he lets out, his prominent bulge pressed against you. he kisses your bottom lip, watching it pull back, he takes advantage of the small gasp you let out to brush his tongue against yours, “wanna make you mine” his hand brushed and squeezed your ass. “wanna show you just how good i can treat you…” clark placed small but wet kisses on your lips, seeing how you easily melt away in his hold.
“no one’s stopping you,” you remark, taking off his glasses to see the real him. “you just needed to get this jealous in order to tell me,” you tease. “don’t bring him up, or i am capable of doing something you and i will regret,” he warns, getting ticked off thinking about max or any man’s face. “easy superman, we wouldn’t want the world to hate their favorite hero…” you scoot close to him, seeing the infamous smirk creep onto his lips.
“i don’t play around about my girl, she’s mine and mine only… and if someone intervenes, im capable of making them regret they ever lived…” his voiced dropped, making your clench your thighs around him. “what’s it gonna be miss y/l/n?” he whispered along your lips, feeling your lips curve into a smile.
“anything i want?”
“anything and everything you want y/n. i’m giving you my heart and world…”
