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welcome to my blog!
i write some fanfics for fun (and help my addiction to superman)
im obsessed with: Superman, Tomorrow x Together, and Star Wars!
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he is so pathetic.
Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader
Summary: pervert!clark who’s roommate is a camgirl, his favorite creator.
Tags: Sexual content, sex worker!reader, pathetic!clark...?, masturbation, NO y/n.
wc: 0.4k
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When you told Clark Kent that you made online content when signing the lease. He seemed more curious than anything else but didn’t seem to mind.
Afterall, the world has come a long way, and women can do whatever they want with their bodies…right?
So you carried on making your content, not thinking much about it. What you didn’t seem to know was that he was well acquainted with your content. He, in fact, paid 34.99 dollars to get to know you better.
His hand were sticky between his legs while watching you play with yourself on camera every night after work.
He would never dare admit it, won’t even stay in the same room as you for longer than necessary.
His hand was stroking his cock up and down, his sweatpants and boxers almost down his knees, damp curls sticking to his forehead, he was going insane.
Good God...
Clark knows you’ll be home soon. He should be quieter, but he couldn't help the soft whimpers slipping despite it all.
He’s seen this video more times than he could count, a favorite from his shamefully long collection.
Clark looked at the screen on top of his lap; slender fingers insisting thrusting like you needed more. Breathless sounds and soft moans spilling as you brought yourself to heaven over and over again, the satin sheets under you soaked.
It was a surprise to him hearing the same sounds he’d heard over old headphones when he stepped through the door of his room.
You were usually done with your work by the time he came back. Could you have discovered his secret? No. No, he was way too careful to be discovered.
He looks up at the ceiling of his dark room, his cock flushed red with overstimulation. “Oh fuck…” his hand tightened just imagining you on top of his riding him.
He could see it, you need something more.
Someone more.
And in that moment, Clark came hard, cum dripping down and staining his computer.
How could he look her in the eyes after tonight? His cock was still pulsing, his muscles tight and aching from the pressure of his own grip.
He groaned and with his free hand he hit play, letting the video to start from the beginning.
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an: i just watched supergirl! omg it was soo good ⚞(˶ˆᗜˆ˵)⚟ milly and david... wow!
also please comment if you want to be added to the new tag list
ohhh
he knows, he knows he’s fucking hot
Working on part 2 of “someone older”!!
Please don’t include height in x reader fics. That is not a true reader insert- I am not 5’6 nor will I ever be. It is so easy not to.
Thanks.
omg im so sorry! I didnt even notice 😭 its been a while since I wrote a x reader.
I fix it! (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
someone older.
Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader
Summary: Your thoughts about your supervisor are driving you crazy.
Tags: Sexual content, very dom!clark, sub!reader, masturbation!fingering (reader receiving), piv, size kink, age gap, NO y/n.
wc: 1.4k
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You felt stupid.
So incredibly stupid
It was the fourth time today that you asked your supervisor for help teaching you how to save the files into the Daily Planet system. You had tried to do it by yourself, but it was nothing short of a disaster.
Thoughts were racing in your head as you waited for him to come to your desk.
Was he regretting choosing you?
Was he annoyed with you?
Was he going to fire you?
You looked through the little mirror you set up at your desk and searched for none other than Clark Kent.
It was easy to find him. The 6’3 ft body covered in muscles didn’t exactly make him small.
His body easily covered yours.
You watched as he stopped talking to Jimmy. He looked at his phone, and shit, he looked over.
You quickly looked away, trying to hide your beet red face. Your leg twitched nervously, and you rolled your chair closer to the desk.
You tried not to think about the man that was walking to you with a kind smile on his face. His glasses made him look younger than his late-thirties. But his muscles contradicted everything else.
“What’s wrong?” he asked and crouched down to meet your eyes.
You forgot your words for a moment.
“I…umm. Well, I am having trouble… can we review how to save the files into the system? It led me to a different page, and well I don’t wanna make a mistake…” You started to ramble nervously, blushing.
Please let him ignore the blush.
Clark chuckled and smiled, amused. “Of course we can. Let's go to your desk so I can show you…again,” he agreed playfully. But underneath the amusement, there was something darker.
He stood back up and moved so that he could lean behind you and guide you. He placed his hands above you, soft and secure and started to guide you through the process.
You didn’t focus on his explanation. Instead, you could only focus on the veins that painted his hands. About the strong grip he had on your hands, and the warm breaths on your hair.
The things that he could do to you, and you would let him.
Fuck.
How would his hands feel inside you…?
Would he stretch you completely with only one finger?
Would he make you feel full?
Images of you leaning against the desk while he pumps his fingers slowly into you, dragging out the orgasm you would start to have. Torture you ever so slowly while you leaned and took it.
Your skirt lifted, and you felt him move closer to your ear.
His chest touched your back, and your breath hitched. “You always wear this fucking skirt like it's nothing,” he whispered in your ear. His voice was dark; demanding. He waited for something long enough, and he finally snapped.
His finger wandered slowly higher up your thighs. Every once in a while he would tighten his grip, but he took his time.
He wasn’t ready for you to have fun yet.
He would drag this out.
He would make sure you would enjoy each of his fingers one by one.
His hand travelled to your lacy panty. He slowly moved it to the side and started to rub up and down gently. You gasped quietly but let him continue.
This is so wrong, but god you needed it. You craved him.
A finger entered you, and it felt better than you thought. He thrust in, and you moaned.
“Shut it, sweet girl,” he murmured and continued pushing in and out. But you couldn’t repress the moans.
“Clark..” you whimpered as he pushed the third finger into you.
You pushed yourself into his finger more and more, chasing the orgasm that was starting to build.
“You know it's against HR policy. This skirt is so short, but nobody will say anything,” he whispered in your ear “Everyone wants to see your ass. So perfect and round, so mine. Imagine the disappointment they feel when they found out I got you first. ”
The more he whispered dirty things in your ear, the wetter you got. You didn’t care about anybody hearing you anymore. You just wanted to come.
The sound of your fluids could be heard as he fastened the paste of his finger. You gripped his wrist; your moaning became even more uncontrolled.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Clark, please. Please.” He kept thrusting more and more, stretching you out even more.
He took his hand off your wet pussy, now filled with your own cum. “You see how wet you are for me?”
You nodded, licking your lips.
“Good,” he praised you and pushed them in your mouth. “Taste yourself. Do you understand that you can wear it only around me?”
You nodded, and he repeated himself…
…
“You understand it now?”
…
You shook your head, and you looked at Clark's soft smile staring at you. “You understand it now?”
That’s right. He was showing you how to save the files to the system.
Your eyes went to the monitor in front of you, and you nodded “Oh… Yeah. Yeah, I think... I think I understand it now. I didn’t see this section. Thank you, Clark,” you thanked him without meeting his eyes.
Clark stepped back, giving you more space “Of course, it's a very old system, so we always have to explain it to the new hires multiple times,” he explained gently.
You nodded, putting your hands in your lap, still avoiding looking at him directly. “Thanks…again”
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Days passed, and you decided to ask anyone else for help but Clark. Your cheeks still burned whenever you thought about what you had imagined.
You shook your head aggressively and groaned, annoyed at not being able to sleep. Again.
You opened your phone and looked at the time.
12:07 am.
Damnit!
Sleeping shouldn't be this hard, yet the sleepless nights have been happening more and more frequently.
You dropped your phone to the other side of the bed and closed your eyes again, but you had opened Pandora’s box, and the only thing that you could imagine was Clark Kent above you, pushing his dick inside you and filling you with his cum.
You opened your eyes, and it was your dark room again.
Why were you imagining more and more about Clark Kent fucking you in your office? Were you ovulating? You probably were.
You grabbed your phone and went to your period tracker. It agreed.
You threw your phone, groaning, frustrated, and needy.
“I need to move Cities,” you groaned and let your hands travel to your panties. “ I wish I could call Clark so that he can take me out of my misery.”
Your fingers moved your panty aside, and you started rubbing it. Your eyes closed, and the only thing that you could imagine was Clark fucking you in his office with his hand covering your mouth.
“Yes,” you whisper in pleasure and sank deeper into the fantasy.
His cock pushed hard against your pussy from behind “My little princess. So eager to take my cock. To let me use you and fill you,” he groaned, thrusted in and out of you rapidly.
You moan against his palm.
“Yesss, fuck Clark. Use me as much as you want,” you moaned and gasped when his dick slammed into your g-spot. He continued hitting the spot until you came.
It felt so real.
So real.
So damn delicious.
“I will stretch this cunt until the only man that can give you pleasure is me. Your pussy won’t feel any man but me. You are mine,” his hand moved from your mouth to your throat, and you moaned happily. You didn’t care if anybody could hear your moan anymore.
Let them hear you.
Let them know that Clark Kent took you, and that your body belonged to him now. Nobody would give you the pleasure you have been craving since you met him.
You reached your second orgasm.
Clark's hand brushed your breasts and moved to your waist. He pulled you aggressively into his dick, and you let out a scream.
“Fuck, Clark. Deeper. Please go deeper,” you begged loudly.
“Deeper?”
A masculine voice cut you off from your dream
Your eyes snapped open, and you looked around.
Oh god no.
With terror in your eyes, you looked at your phone. The name ‘Clark (work)’ was on the screen. 10 minutes and 23 seconds was the time on the call.
Life was truly cruel to you.
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an: please like and repost! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ i may also write a pt2!
Hate him or love him? Part 2
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader
Summary: Having not listened to your boyfriend, you decided to go to interview Superman's number 1 enemy...without knowing that your lovely boyfriend would be the one affected by your harsh words towards the beloved superhero.
Word count: 2.6k ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
Tags: Sexual content, very dom!clark, sub!reader, rough sex, slapping kink, blowjob, masturbation!fingering (reader receiving),slightly public, size kink, mentions of threesome, praising, making out, piv.
Clark knew that you wouldn’t have listened to him.
He realised that you didn’t when he woke up alone in the bed he made you orgasm over and over again, not even a few hours ago.
After a night full of intimacy and ecstasy, he thought that you would take his time this one time– he should have known that you wouldn’t take his advice even if it would cause her to sit uncomfortably for weeks to come.
Your stubbornness infuriates him more than anything in his life, and he hates that it’s the thing he loved most about you.
He stands up naked, his morning wood ever present. He takes some fresh boxers and looks around the floor, seeing his clothes still scattered across the floor—his clothes, not yours. Your’s are nowhere to be found.
“Fuck,” he groans, annoyed, and takes his phone to call you. Straight to voicemail. “Alright. I told you not to go, I warned you not to go, but you never listen to me. Your ass better be prepared for when you come home.”
He can’t wait for you to come home. He throws the phone on the bed and brushes his dark hair back. Why did he trust her to stay put when he knew she never listened?
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You’re so happy that you finally had the chance to interview Lex Luthor. The Lex Luther, one of the few men who rule the city of Metropolis, one of Superman’s main enemies. He can give you information, why not? He already agreed to an interview.
Your smile is huge, so huge that one could see it from a mile away. You can barely contain your excitement as you walk into Clark’s apartment building. (Yours is, of course, taken ages to rebuild.)
You open the door and hang the navy jacket next to the door, and call out to your boyfriend, excitedly.
“Clark? Clark, you will not believe what information I got from that bald-”
“So, you finally showed your pretty face,” you see him in his usual white shirt and his black long dress pants– his usual work attire. He apparently just finished washing the dishes. “You weren’t at work today. What did you do today?”
You walk into the kitchen, slow and steady, and smile at him innocently. “Well, Clark. As you know, I had an interview planned today.” You take a deep breath and don’t look him in his eyes. “And I did go to interview him. Lex Luthor, I mean,” you add hesitantly.
“I know who you are talking about, love.” His voice is deeper, angrier, as he cleans his hands with the kitchen cloth, “I got you a meeting with Superman for tomorrow, you couldn't wait?
You quickly walk towards your work bag and grab your voice tape and computer. “Let me show you what I got! It’s worth it, Clark. It really was, and I don’t regret it.” You try to ignore the angry tone in his voice, which is hard since you don't typically get angry at each other and mostly at something so stupid like an interview with someone so important.
He should be proud of you… right?
Clark steps closer until you notice him sitting beside you “Let me see then,” he dryly agrees, his tone suggesting that he did not actually want to see what is going to play on the computer.
You open the computer and look for the file with the voice recording, “Look and listen to me just this once. He talks about how he noticed a pattern in all the areas that are affected whenever Superman is fighting. Most of the areas are lower-income areas that are affected whenever Superman damages the buildings there. He always fights the villains over there, did you notice that?” You’re starting to pant in excitement.
“Always the lower-income areas and never the areas where most high-income families live. Mansions, luxury buildings, and all those owned by buildings barely ever get a scratch on them. Don’t you see that is going to be news-breaking?”
Clark snaps the pen he has been holding in two. He’s always angry when it comes to Lex because he has a habit of spreading misinformation to a reporter, especially when it’s one of the biggest outlets in the entire city.
“You know that's not true, he sends the villains that way to-” Clark defends (himself), agitated.
You snort, “Oh, cmon, Clark, be real here. Lex Luthor is a busy CEO who inherited his multimillion-dollar company from his father. You think he has the time to send villains to fight in a low-income area so that Superman can come and 'help'? That doesn’t make sense, Clark. Stop trying to defend your, best friend Superman, and get your head straight,” you mock him angrily and glare at him.
Is his support really that hard to ask for?
“He is not my friend! I am-” He shuts his mouth before something stupid comes out– like he truth.
He hates that he can’t tell you the truth, but how could he tell you when you absolutely hated Superman, more than you hate the rats? How can he tell you, when you hate him?
“You are what?” You scoff as you pass him the computer with half an article written “Read it, I try to make Superman less problematic. See if it’s up to your standards,” you tell him.
His fingers grab your computer, and his eyes scan your words. He loves how passionate you are when you write, every emotion clear in every word that you write, and he loves how transparent you are. He loves to feel what you write; if only it wasn’t about how much you hate Superman.
Times like these make him wonder how his life would differ if he weren’t Superman. “It’s great,” he mutters, unenthusiastic.
‘Everyone will hate me’
He closes the computer and sighs, “Will you publish the article before or after interviewing Superman?” After having agreed to an interview with you, he couldn’t wait. Happy and nervous, but excited. Now, however? He wants to do the interview right this second if he could. Just to fucking clear this stupid misunderstanding. Fucking Lex Luther and his manipulations. He grimaces angrily.
“I think I will publish the article before the interview with Superman. It’ll be good for the public to take it all in before hearing Superman’s side of things,” you thought aloud. “It will also give me more to write about.”
His expression darkens further, his eyes seemingly glowing with uncontrollable anger when the light hits. He starts to put the computer away before you can protest. Clark holds your throat gently and presses a kiss– furious and so good– on your lips. “You will wait one more day,” Clark orders, leaving no room for arguments.
“Clark, I could have put my computer away,” you argue and reach out to reclaim the computer that is still in Clark’s hands. But instead of grabbing the computer, you fall on his chest.
He didn’t say anything, only put your computer on the table. “Do you truly hate him that much that you want to destroy his entire reputation?”
His hand goes up to your chin and holds it with more force than usual. After he dominated and fucked so hard yesterday, it seems like he doesn’t want to go slower again. Not that you are complaining when you love having his strong member buried inside of you.
Your eyes shine, forgetting everything about everything you did today. You could only think about Clark.
Clark, Clark, Clark, Clark, Clark, Clark.
“I got very angry at you this morning, love. You didn’t listen to me like a good girl should,” he growls darkly and pushes your head down to his member.
You lick your lips and start to unbutton his pants. Slowly, teasing you, pushes his pants further down and seductively traces your fingers around his covered cock.
You can feel how hard he is for you.
Pleasure runs through your body, and you smile wantonly. “You wanted so bad, take it” He hands your hair and pushes you toward his now uncovered cock.
You kiss the head, never taking his cock in your mouth. You like to tease; you enjoy the teasing. You love how work up he gets. You listen to his amused groans.
“What? You disobeyed once, and now you want to disobey again? Darling, what a precious slut you are,” he chuckles darkly and without earning pushes his erect cock in your mouth. “There. Now suck and at least try to pretend to be good for me.”
You gag, surprised, but will your throat to relax to take him easier. His cock feels thicker in your mouth, with every millimeter you take. Your nose touches the V on his six pack. You moan, tears rising in your pretty eyes. Pleasure is all that you are feeling. Sweet pleasure, you moan.
“Move,” he demands softly and your mouth moves. Slow and deliberate, your mouth moves back and forth, savouring the taste of Clark’s precum.
You whine and moan, and move faster. His cock hits the back of your throat, and you gag, eyes wide with pleasure as you sit still and take it.
His cock fell from your mouth, and you whined pathetically and desperately. Your mouth is still wide open, and you start begging.
“Please, Clark. Please, let me suck your cock. I need it. I need it, I need it. I need it, I need it—” yet again, he shoves himself in your mouth.
“Shut the fuck up and take my cock. Swallow everything. Don’t you dare let anything drop from your pretty little mouth, or your ass gets it?” He aggressively threatens and pumps faster and faster. His groaning and moaning get louder, and after a minute, you can feel him cumming down your throat.
You moan louder and try to swallow everything; the cum is salty, but you enjoy it.
You want more.
More, more, more.
When you finish swallowing every drop, he looks at you dangerously before pulling your hair towards him. It forced you to stand up, which you whine about.
You’re comfortable kneeling in front of him and taking his big cock all day, every day if he so wishes.
He takes off your grey cardigan as you help him take his white shirt off. After he strips you naked, he presses you to the window, with you looking toward the scenery.
Your nipples are hard and pink due to the sudden coldness, and you are desperate for Clark to touch you. Touch you so hard and so soft as if it were the first time.
It turns you on; him pressing you to the window without fear that anybody could see you having sex.
(No one could actually see you because the window is tainted from the outside).
“You like that?” He groans in your ears.“The whole city being able to see your tits and your dripping wet pussy?” His hand moves up your inner thighs and touches you ever so gently.
Ironic, really, when the monster inside him was begging to make you cum over and over again. When you feel his fingers caressing your pussy, your legs almost give up.
You thank every god on this earth that his arms are strong enough to hold you even when you are so damn close to cumming all because of his touch and his dick gracing your clenching folds.
Torture. Pure torture.
“Please, Clark. Please just put it in. I can’t live without it. Please let me feel you inside of me. Please, I need your cum, I feel so empty. Please, please,” you beg without caring about the fact that you sounded so fucking pathetic. You felt pathetic, and you loved it. “Please, fill me.”
You crave his fingers and his dick. The way his 3 fingers enter you at the same time makes you gasp. One finger is already enough to stretch you, 3 at the same time, however? That sedates you for a little while. His fingers are as talented as his cock.
You see stars.
You’re hips move quicker, more desperately than ever. “You asked for this the moment you decided not to listen to me, you disobedient little thing.” You squeal, putting your cheek on the window as he fucks you harshly with just his fingers.
You feel your orgasm coming.
“Why are you so against-” you moan, confused. You are stuck between focusing on the pleasure Clark is giving you or pressing for more answers.
He slapped your ass so hard to shut you up. It works because the only thing out of your mouth is whorish moans and begs for more. You feel your brain turn off.
Why were you thinking, again?
You’re body starts to vibrate as you feel you start to orgasm, but it abruptly stops, and you feel your tears starting to fall as you whine in protest, your hips moving back for more friction. He chuckles darkly and turns you towards him.
“You are so desperate for me that you are coming on my fingers alone,” he muses. “Come on, ride me. Earn your pleasure,” he commands, and his fingers are back inside you.
You stop counting the seconds you are in this position. Nothing matters anymore, only the sweet relief that only he can bring you. You move faster, taking no break. You ride him up and down until you come hard on his fingers.
He licks them, tasting them “Have you been drinking pineapple juice?” he asks, amused, before commanding, “Taste yourself.”
Your mouth opens and takes his fingers, you’re juices taste sweeter than before, and you moan and nod.
“Huh, you really did? You really are that desperate.” He states and watches you clean his fingers until there is nothing to clean.
It was so dirty- humiliating, but you love it.
Clark puts his dick near your opening and pushes the tip in; he knows it would annoy you.
“Isn’t it funny how every time we talk about Superman and how much you hate him we end up having sex?” He growls and pushes deeper. “Are you truly this cock hungry that you can’t imagine why?”
You moan, closing your eyes not to look at the view in front of you. Clark is a dangerous sin. “I don’t know,” you whine desperately, whorishly, and arch your back to the window to feel him deeper inside of you. “I really don’t know.”
“You do know. You have known and you hate it. It’s okay, though,” he counters smugly and pushes in deeper.
Deeper, and deeper until his cock almost touches your womb. You couldn’t think about anything else but Clark. Your mind goes blank as he rams into you with no mercy.
“Say it?” he demands while you pant. “Tell me the truth. Do you still hate him? Or have you connected the dots finally?”
“Fuck no. I still hate him,” you scream when your orgasm runs through your body.
His hand moves to your throat and squeezes before leaning his head on your neck.
He smiles.
“You love him. You want him so bad, but you can’t because you want him. You crave him,” his whispers and fucks you through your orgasm harder than he ever did.
You shake your head quickly, but wish that Superman continues to fuck you in any of your other holes.
He chuckles darkly, “I am Superman…I am fucking superman”.
Author note: sorry for the delay! and thanks for the 100 followers!!!
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The hair clips????
THE ARMS!?!??
i watched superman yesterday and all i can think about is that awkward beefy man with glasses
Omg this was soo gooodd!!! Now I really want one where superman hater Clark Kent dating reader interviews Lex Luther!!!! Clark and Superman find out!! AAAAAAAHHH I NEED IT LIKE OXYGEN!!! Doesn’t have to be smut lolll
Working on it!👩💻
Like Father, Like Daughter
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader
Summary: You discover that your little girl has her daddy's powers!
Word count: 0.8k ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
Tags: fluff, and dilf!superman
thank you so much for all the support this past days! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜
Clark is flying faster than ever after receiving that call from you.
He called everyone in to control the situation with a new villain, the Green Lantern Hawk girl, and Mister Terrific– even those that he truly doesn’t know much about. He doesn’t care if they are available or not. Not when his daughter is more important to him than everything else in this world.
Let’s backtrack a little bit.
He was fighting with another of Lex Luthor's creations, as he does once every week, when he received a message through his watch from his wife:
‘Clark, help. I can’t find Gracie anywhere. I have been looking for her all around the house, and she is nowhere to be found. Come home.’
So now, he is rushing to their brownstone house in the middle of Metropolis. He lands in the doorway and enters the house, still with his suit on, knowing that you had a no-suit rule in the house. However, there are more important matters to attend to, such as finding his child.
The house is quiet, with the only sound being the AC. It’s a very cosy house with photos around the house of your family, and of course, toys scattered on the floor, courtesy of the newest member of the family.
“Love?” He rushes to the living room as you hurriedly look for your 2-year-old beside the couches.
You look up as you hear his voice, “I– I just went to put the clothes in the drying machine and I– I thought that she was focused on playing with her toys, but when I came back she was nowhere to be found,” you stutter anxiously.
Clark could see that you are in a state of panic and tries to calm your nerves down. “Hey, hey, love, hey. It’s okay now. She is nearby. I can hear her heartbeat and her little laugh,” he says and pulls you in his arms, giving you a forehead kiss.
He closes his eyes for a second before opening them with his heat vision. He focuses on the little heartbeat and starts moving upstairs. You follow behind him, his steps stopping in front of the hallway closet. A small giggle is heard, but when Clark opens the closet door, nobody is inside.
“Gracie?” He says a bit loudly, not mad, just worried.
No response from anywhere until he hears a little giggle from above you. You both raise your heads and see your toddler floating just above you. “Oh my…” Your eyes widen, and you start to feel your legs starting to get wobbly.
She has her dad’s power.
There is a short silence in the room; the only sounds are from your little girl, “Clark.” You speak softly, enchanted by your happy daughter. “You can see the same thing as me, right? I’m not imagining it?” You whisper while looking at her.
“Umm… yeah”
Gracie moves her hands to you. “Mommy!” she yells happily, not knowing that what she is doing isn’t normal for a toddler to do– anybody should be able to do.
“She really does take after you,” you state, amused.
He sighs and jumps to grab her since the ceiling is taller than the others. “Sweetie, you scared us.” His voice was soft while scolding her. He looks at the blue eyes that she inherited from him. “How did you end up there?”
Of course, Gracie wouldn’t answer us; instead, she just giggles and stares at you with a mischievous smile on her face
“She has your powers, Clark. You told me that-”
“I didn't know. She is our first kid. Anything could have happened.”
He loves his daughter. Adores her more than anything (not counting his wife). Every day, with no fail, he would go and wake Gracie up with little kisses. He adores her. “She is perfect! She always has been perfect, but oh god, how I love you!” he says breathlessly before kissing you.
And before you know it, he hugs you with Gracie in between you, proud and over the moon that his first daughter is exactly like him.
Clark doesn’t know what he is feeling. Of course, he is excited about being able to teach your daughter everything about his powers, and being there for her in ways his parents couldn’t, but he’s also afraid. Afraid of messing everything up.
“I can teach her how to fly and how to carry stuff! She is a mini me,” he steps back and presses Gracie’s cheeks against his. “You and your mommy are the best thing that happened to me.”
You chuckle. “I can already see her causing chaos around the house.”
He is about to say something when Gracie's little hand grips his suit with force, almost ripping it with the amount of force.
“I think you should teach her now, don't you think?” You smile slightly before kissing his rosy cheeks.
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ok im sorry but i justCANNOt get over the way he looks at lois here🧎♀️🧎♀️
AAAAAAAA hes such a slut for her good LORDDD
Hate him or love him?
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Summary: You are not a very big fan of Superman like the other people in Metropolis, but who could guess that the man you dislike that much was your lovely boyfriend?
Word count: ~ 1.9k ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
Tags: Sexual content, very dom!clark, sub!reader, rough sex, slapping kink, masturbation!fingering (reader receiving),size kink, mentions of threesome, praising, making out, piv.
Clark hates every article that you write and publish. And it wasn’t because your writing is terrible, but because he hated the fact that you– his girlfriend – were writing an article that destroyed Superman's reputation.
(How ironic is it that you both love and hate your boyfriend?)
You never pass up an opportunity when something involving Superman happens, and even less if there’s a bonus opportunity on your deadline. ‘Thank you, Jimmy, for giving me the opportunity of the month– if not year,’ you think as your fingers move rapidly on the keyboard of your laptop that rests on your lap.
Recently, Superman has been facing a lot of backlash about the way he saves people. He can save all the people he wants, but never thinks about the thousands of people affected by all the destruction that he causes– a prime example being that he accidentally cracked the walls of the already old apartment building after you tried to interview him. Your apartment building.
It’s why you are cuddled on his couch, typing furiously on your article that’s set to be published in the next week or so.
“What are you writing about this time? How are the new factories affecting the air quality in the Metropolis ?” Clark asks teasingly as he sits down with two glasses of red wine in his hands before putting them aside to peek at the bright screen.
You grab the glass of wine and take a small sip before putting it down again. “I wrote that yesterday. It’s done and being reviewed. I'm currently writing about how Superman is just ruining the city instead of actually helping the city.”
He stays quiet for a few moments, his hand tightening around his wine glass, and before he can reply, you keep talking. “I am not against the fact that he saves people. He does. The only thing that I downright hate is the fact that while he knows how to save people, he does so by destroying everything else around him.” You rant.
“Buildings are ruined, and now people have to find a place to stay, and they might not have the possibility to afford to go somewhere else. Public Transportation gets destroyed almost every time he fights someone. Not to mention that ever since he came to Metropolis, we have been in constant danger thanks to him.”
Clark flinches a little, not that you would have noticed. Your words are poison that sickened his fragile heart and pierced through his soul.
“I know you are very good friends with him,” you soothe and smile at him. “Maybe you can talk to him and tell him to be more careful. We aren’t all rich like Bruce Wayne.”
“I…He is not… We are not friends.” Clark stares at your laptop before looking at you with his blue eyes. He decides to close your laptop gently. “You should rest. You will damage your vision if you keep going at it.”
Your head shakes quickly. “Let me just finish this paragraph, and I am all yours.”
You see his hand move away, trembling slightly, but it’s barely noticeable.
“And is he not your friend?” You snort, trying not to lose the focus that you kept. “He only accepts interviews from you; it’s easier to acquire an interview with Lex Luther than to have a quick interview with Superman. Which I did. Receive an interview with Lex Luther.”
“What?” Clark whispers, “You- You are going to interview Lex Luthor?” his voice deepens.
You nod as you close your laptop. “Well, yeah. Superman doesn't let anyone interview him, so I will go for the guy who has time for an interview. Besides, he agrees with most of my article.” You smile slightly at your boyfriends.
Clark finishes his glass of wine, trying to see if the alcohol could calm him down– it’s useless, of course, seeing as he is immune to alcohol. “It's a very bad idea. Horrible Idea”
“I know”
“Then why-”
You cut him off as you put your laptop away. “Unless you give me an interview with Superman, I will interview Lex, especially since I already have the appointment for tomorrow.”
Clark stays quiet; the hand out of your vision is in a fist. He is feeling a lot of emotions, but mostly jealousy; hot, angry jealousy.
He knew it would be a horrible idea to put you in the same room as Superman, with him being Superman and all.
He cups your face all of a sudden “I will talk with Superman and try to make an appointment for an interview, okay? Just cancel the interview with Lex.” His voice trembles with anger and jealousy.
“Are you jealous?” You tease him, trying not to laugh “Maybe the alcohol is dumbing your brain down, but let me make it very clear. Lex Luther is not my type. You are.”
“That not- ugh Im not jealous.” His hand moves to your hips. “I know I’m your type.”
You smile and get closer to him, kissing his neck. “Then why are you getting all of a sudden angry? It's just work.”
“Oh, well, maybe because you hate Superman.”
The words got out of his mouth before he knew it, fuck, he isn’t even thinking about what he’s saying.
Your chuckle calms him down a little bit. “And you say that Superman and you arents friends? Yeah, right.”
Your lips find his lips, and you kiss him deeply.
Clark grips your hips and pulls you closer to him, leaning in closer, kissing you passionately and possessively. “We’re not,” he disagrees without breaking away from you.
“Whatever you say, big boy.”
His hand grabs your hair and pulls you away harshly, so your head is in front of him. You love that he treats you harshly before and during sex. You need it. You grave it.
His lips make their way to your neck, trying to find the sweet spot to mark you as his. His and his alone, just as he is yours. He marks you possessively,
With his right hand, he rips your shirt open while the left one still holds a tight grip on your hair. “Don't get close to Lex Luthor.” His voice husky and demanding; hungry to feel your tightness again. Hungry to remind you that only his cock satisfies you.
“What if I do-” He spanks your full ass hard. It stings just the way that you love. His lips never leave your neck, his sucking becomes even harsher as he colors your neck that beautiful red that will turn blue and purple as the week goes on. An unmistakable claim on you.
His patience snaps suddenly. He pulls up and, quicker than you can blink, rips your bra off– he will be replacing it, of course.
“If you want to keep your jeans functional, take them off. " His voice was full of authority that you didn’t bother arguing against him.
You slowly unbutton the jeans and take them off, showing off the lacey black thong. You enjoy it, the dark gaze that roams over your body.
It warms you, makes you excited. You need him. You need his body on yours, his strong arms caging yours so that you wouldn’t be able to escape him– not that you want to.
He grabs your body and moves you in a way that your ass is facing him while you hold yourself up in all fours. “Don’t you look pretty for me,” he groans and softly moves the thong to the side. “Look at you being all wet for me when I haven’t even touched you yet. Just like you should.”
You lick your lips and moan. His hand roams on your ass, and he starts hitting and spanking you, enjoying the redness that starts colouring your ass. At one point, he got naked. You didn’t know when, and you didn’t care either. Your mind is focused on the sting that Clark’s hand gave up.
You whimpered, arching your back further to him, “Baby, please.” You don’t know what you are begging for. Did you want him to go slower, have mercy on you? No, you surprisingly didn’t want him to slow down his already furious spanks.
Clark’s rough with you, both of you know it, but he never slapped your ass this hard before; maybe it was the alcohol. It needs to be the alcohol.
Another slap, harder this time. Merciless. “I need you to focus, my pretty little thing. Answer me, don’t you think me and Superman look alike?”
You bite your lip so hard, blood might have started to drip out. You didn’t care. You stop caring and only focus on the pleasure he gives you. You didn’t answer him. You don’t want to answer him. His hands stop the spanking, and you whimper.
His fingers went to your dripping pussy. “You’re this wet huh? Thinking about how he and I have the same features,” He pushes you closer to the couch as he continues to finger you hard. It’s not foreplay. He fingers you like a madman. He’s reminding you that you belong to him. All. Of. Him.
Your whole body shakes when he finds your G-spot, and the orgasm presents itself suddenly and intensely.
“Push that ass out… just like that.” He slaps it again, and you scream, not caring if his neighbours can hear your ecstasy.
He continues to open you with his fingers while he moves closer to your ear. His hardened member is touching your heated skin.
“Imagine me being Superman. Imagine that is him fingering you while you take it so obediently.” Your pussy clenches once again with every word that spills from his mouth. Clark chuckles, “You’re pussy tightened. I wonder why that is? Didn’t you say you hated Superman?”
“Clark,” your voice came in a whimpering mess, another orgasm starting to present itself again. “I need you,” you look back as he takes his finger off you.
His long fingers are covered in your juices, and instead of licking them, he puts them closer to your mouth. You lick them, tasting yourself.
You focus on licking his fingers clean and don’t notice when he aligns his cock to your entrance. He grabs your arms, never once moving your position, and pulls you to him, hard and ruthless. His erect cock splits you in half, and you have no choice but to let the orgasm take over your body. Oh, you love him using your body.
“Do you think Superman's dick is as big as mine? Imagine being fuck by the two men you obsess over.” Clark groans as he fucks you deeper, his hand moving to your hips.
Both of your hips started to move. This is heaven.
“Both of our dicks inside of this tight little pussy”, he groans as he drives deeper inside of you.
Your eyes roll back as he finds the spot again and hits it over and over and over again.
“Oh, please,” you moan. “Please, Clark, I want that. I want to feel both cocks inside of me.” The words spill out of your mouth without you knowing what you were moaning about. You didn’t care. Not while being cock-drunk.
Mid trust Clark groans darkly. He looks at your face, which is a canvas of naked pleasure. He felt a dark, twisted, vindictive feeling inside of him as he thrust in and out of your body.
“How do you like Superman dick inside of you right now?”
You’re vision goes white as you cum.
Part 2!
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Awkward Confession
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader
Summary: After Clark suddenly confesses his feelings, tension is awkward and high.
Word count: 1.5k ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
Tags: fluff, angst, sligthly drunk!reader
You and Clark lie in your bed. There is no need to talk. No reason to disturb the comfortable silence that surrounds you like a warm embrace. You’re breathing slows, and you enjoy the soft, featherlight kisses Clark leaves on your skin.
Drifting to sleep, you don’t hear the soft whispers of him declaring his favourite parts about. You don't pay it any mind.
That was until you heard him say the three forbidden words.
“I love you,” he whispers, and you tense.
Oh.
Oh no.
You tense up, not knowing how to respond. The exhaustion wiped away in an instant, and you turned to him. “What?” you whispered and looked at his deep, blue, loving eyes.
“I love you,” he repeated louder. He looks so hopeful, but you couldn’t say anything. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t react. It’s like you turned to stone, and with every minute that passed, you could feel his mood shift. The longer you stared, the more he started to distance himself.
After he told you that he loves you 2 days ago, your relationship hit a break. You felt like, instead of going in a steady line, it’s going downhill faster than you can control. All because you weren’t ready to say those words. Your reaction might have shaken him up a little bit.
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It started with a little hand brush in the office. Then notes would randomly appear on your desk and your coffee cups.
Eight months ago, you and Clark Kent started dating in secret. Although not by choice. There were two reasons why you had to keep it hidden:
The company didn't allow employees to date in the office, so there would be no power dynamic between coworkers.
You weren't ready to express all your feelings out loud to him
So when you saw your desk empty of his notes this morning, you knew you fucked up.
You’re currently sitting in front of him as your team chatted amongst themselves about a report Cat wants to publish– oblivious to the tension rising between the two brooding people in the room.
It’s a horrible, horrible misunderstanding. One that could be solved if either of them dared to start that very awkward conversation.
“So what do you think?” Lois looked at you with a warm smile, handing you a copy of Cat’s reports.
“About what?” You asked, confused, before looking at the report Lois handed to you. “Oh, yeah.”
You clear your throat, a little bit nervous, trying to ignore Clark's gaze on you, “Umm…It looks good, we can review it-”
“Yes!” Cat exclaims excitedly, grabbing her article and starting to leave while still smiling, “I knew it was good!”
You nod, distracted and nervous by the never-ending gaze.
Clark sighs, adjusting his glasses, “I need to go and check some papers…” He was about to stand up when Jimmy stopped him.
“Are you free tonight? We are planning to hang out in the new pizza place across the street; the whole team is coming.”
He looks at you briefly before looking at Jimmy again, already planning the typical excuse of having to be Superman.
Everyone left, leaving you both to clean up all their mess. When you hear the door closing behind Jimmy, you look at your boyfriend, “Are you going to the hangout?”
He grabs the empty coffee cups, sighing before throwing them away in the trash can. “Yeah, why not?” his voice came cold.
“Clark, are you still-”
“I'm fine, don't worry…” he interrupts, his eyes looking down at you, and he stays quiet for some seconds just looking at you before he resumes cleaning.
It’s awkward…so awkward.
You sigh tiredly. This couldn’t go on like this. You were tired of this awkwardness between you two. You look through the office window, counting how many people are still cleaning up their desks. Most of them are closer to the entrance door, so there is a low chance of them overhearing. You close your eyes, determined, and look back at Clark. “Clark, would you let me explain, please?”
“It’s fine,” he says coldly. “You don’t have to explain anything.” He grabs his work bag and leaves his office without looking back at you.
You groan, annoyed, and hit your head with the papers still in your hands. What a stubborn man.
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That evening, you are sitting at the bar near the office. Most of the team is sitting and chatting loudly, drinking the beer that Lois offered them. Clark- as always - is late. You can guess why. It’s clear to you, the second he officially became the only one left to arrive, that he isn’t late due to superhero work. No, he’s late because he’s avoiding you. How ironic. He loves you so much that he avoids the second things that get uncomfortable.
While you are brooding and zoning out, Clark has finally made his way to your table.
“You finally came!” Jimmy patted Clark's back as he sat down beside you.
You are going to need a very strong drink.
“Sorry, guys. I had to finish the article on Superman’s last appearance,” he apologizes.
Your eyes drift to his face; he was trying to act as normally as he could. It makes you feel even worse.
Lois' eyes widen as you take one shot after the other.
“I think that’s enough, “ she claims and reaches for the drink in your hand.
“I'm… I'm still okay, I don't get drunk…very easily, right, Clark?” You put your hand on his arm, and since most of the people weren't paying attention to you, no one said anything, not even him.
His navy suit was hugging his muscles. You love his muscles. His hair is still messy from constantly running his fingers through it.
Clark stares at you.
“I don't think it's a good idea either.” His worry is evident in his voice
You shake your head and grab another shot. “I'm fine, Clark! Leave me alone. It’s not like you’re my boyfriend.”
The Waitress puts down another round of shots on the table. You reach it, but Clark pushes your hand away and starts drinking your shots.
The whole table got quiet.
He never drinks, not on Jimmy's birthday, not when the two of you watch a movie, or on any date you have been on.
He cleared his throat, “That's enough for you…”
Your vision starts to blur. The only thing that you could see was the blue of his eyes staring at you.
“I'm going to walk her home, see you guys tomorrow!” Clark said sheepishly, not even 5 minutes after he sat down. He put his jacket around your shoulder and started leading you to the exit door. “Come on, love. Let’s get you home.” He quickly waves goodbye.
As the cool air hit you, you tried to look at him. “Are you still mad at me?”
Clark stays quiet for a few seconds before he shakes his head. “Let’s get you home first. We can talk when you are more sober.”
He leads you to the dark alleyway and grabs your waist gently and securely. He started floating up to the sky before he quickly flashed to the open balcony door at your apartment.
Once your feet touch the floor of the balcony, you push him away, your hands shaking as the alcohol flows around your body. You are hot and cold at the same time, and there is nothing that you can do to control your body now. You try to push him away angrily, but he grabs your hand and softly kisses your cold hands.
“I'm not angry,” he suddenly whispers.
“Yes, you are, Clark,” you claim and try to push him away. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have ignored me the entire morning. You wouldn’t have ignored my suggestions during the meeting, and you wouldn’t have ‘forgotten’ the notes you always leave on my desk. That’s being mad, Clark.” By now, little tear drops are falling down your cheeks.
Clark only stares at you with soft, loving eyes.
“No, my love. I was never mad at you. Never was I mad at you. I was mad at myself for saying it so early when I knew you weren’t ready to say the words yet. I’m so sorry that I made you feel like you did something wrong. You can never do anything wrong in my eyes. I promise you, love, I can wait. I will be patient and happy as long as you are by my side,” he vows to you in the night.
You and Clark lie in your bed. There is no need to talk. No reason to disturb the comfortable silence that surrounds you like a warm embrace. You’re breathing slows, and you enjoy the soft, featherlight kisses Clark leaves on your skin.
“I love you too, Clark.”
In the warmth of Clark’s arms, you finally fall asleep.
Author note: some fluff because why not >u<
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