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running list of who i've written for / write for: draco, aemond, carmy, frank castle, peter parker, billy the kid (2022), corio, rafe, davos blackwood, aegon ii, aeron bracken, logan howlett, jj maybank, matt murdock, clark kent (2025)
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Me, forty-four minutes into season three while watching with my husband: hahahaha wouldnât it be so weird if theyâŠ.ohmygodwhatthefuckishedoingOHMYGOD
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hey yall iâm a bit rusty but i wanted to try my hand at the latest and greatest
summary: clark canât sleep and wakes you up
as always, warnings: rough and desperate clark, sub!reader, p in v penetration, rough sex, dirty talk, overstimulation to the max because iâm a dog
minors fuck off
barely edited we die like men
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clark kent couldnât sleep.
he was burning up, specifically. skin fire to the touch, moistening the back of his neck. the room felt like it was a million degrees. he glanced over at you â unsure of how you could possibly be sleeping so soundly, so comfortably. it irritated him, which was odd â clark kent was not someone to get irritated, nor was he the type to get irritated about something he had no right to be irritated about.
he just couldnât help it. he also couldnât help staring.
the heat from his own gaze seemed to be felt by you as you began to stir in your sleep. you reached out for him â a cool hand searching between the sheets for his warm skin. he found you in a moment, letting the cool skin of your fingers dance across his own.
âhow can i make you feel better, baby?â you whispered into the dark. âyouâre so warm.â
âwant you so bad, sweetheartâŠâ he whispered against your skin.
he wanted to be nice. he wanted to whisper sweet things into your ear, like he did most nights. he wanted to be the nice, sweet, farm boy that everyone loved him as â but even clark kent was selfish sometimes. clark had found his way between your thighs â holding them open with his hips. your lips immediately tried to catch his in a chaste kiss, needing to feel him. his fingers were frantic â yanking off your barely there pajama shorts. maybe he shouldâve been embarrassed for how desperate he was, but he didnât care. clark kent needed you bare.
ââm so cold, baby,â you spoke, clinging to him.
âiâll keep you warm, darlinâ,â he spoke, before sheathing himself inside you. âcâmere.â
the moment he entered you was the moment he pulled a gasp from the back of your throat. you had barely woken from exhaustion â still hazy from sleep, but now also hazy with want. with need. with desire. being so vulnerable like you were made you want to cling to clark for all he was worth, and have him ruin you in the exact way you both liked.
with his second thrust, he dipped into the crook of your neck. he spat, âfuck ââ before he could thrust once more. he radiated warmth, wrapping you in it, every grind of his hips was another way of telling you how needy he was. how desperate. it sent shivers up your spine the way you could make the strongest, most powerful man on this planet need something so intimate.
once he had hit that spot so deep inside you, it was your turn to show him how needy you were. how greedy. clark loved your little whines â he got off on hearing how dumb he could make you from just his fingers and cock. shame crept up beneath the cracks â he was supposed to be superman, he was supposed to be good â but it was so hard to care about any of that when he felt so selfish. when you loved how selfish he was. when you were so perfect and supple beneath him, begging him to ruin you.
âright there, yes ââ you whispered into the dark, for only his ears. âclark, baby â need it, needâŠâ
âthatâs it, sweetheart? hmm? right there?â he spoke, almost tauntingly, holding one of your hips in his hand as he held himself up with the other. the roll of his hips was punishing â slow enough that he could keep his wits about him, but deep enough that you couldnât keep your own wits about you. he didnât care. he couldnât even bring himself to. it was about him right now. âjust canât stop⊠itâs too good, baby. you open up so well for me. just gonna have to take it.â
âi can take it, clark,â you whispered, letting your fingertips glide over his muscles.
oh, you were so polite. so fucking perfect, pliant, and polite. he could just take a bite out of you. someone as perfect as you couldnât possibly expect him to remain well mannered. with those tiny shorts? with those perfect legs that opened just for him? with those sweet lips that told him how much you needed?
âi should be nicer to you, pretty girl ââ he spat, snapping his hips. âjust canât help it right now. not when youâre like this â you love when i use you?â
âyes, clark ââ you cried in his ear, clinging onto him. taking everything he gave you like the sweet little thing you were. âuse me, please. want you mean. please, clark â be mean.â
âfuck ââ he growled into your ear, making you shiver.
your pretty thighs were spread just for him, allowing his wet cock to slip in between your folds. your walls clamped down onto him as you stole a kiss from his swollen red lips. his hand found its way to that pretty bud that rested at the top of your folds, drawing messy circles on it â just how you liked it.
you cried into his shoulder, loving how he took complete control of you. letting clark use you felt so fulfilling â him needing something from you and being so desperate for it that it drove him insane. he forgot all manners. forgot all niceties. forgot every responsibility that weighed on his strong shoulders just so you could bite down on them when he made you feel oh so good. the only thing that remained on his mind was you. how much he loved you. how much he needed you. how much he needed you to ruin him as much as you needed him to ruin you. who could blame clark? who could blame you?
not you, thatâs for sure. your hips were stirring against his and his hand. with his cock slipping in and out of you and his fingers playing against you, you couldnât help but bite down on your lip to suppress your moans. you wouldâve sounded so pathetic beneath clark, crying out of pleasure. you couldnât embarrass yourself just yet, wanting to hold it together.
âcome on, baby,â he grit. âwhine for me â please. can you do that? love those sounds you make.â
âclark ââ you cried, immediately giving in. âitâs too much â iâm â iâm gonna ââ
âi know you can take it, doll,â he spoke against your lips. âplease show me? yeah? for me?â
you were nodding through your tears, mind going numb. âyou make me so sensitive, clark ââ you cried. âdrive me crazy.â
he could feel the warmth in his lower abdomen start to build. it was tightening, tightening, and tightening â letting him know he was close and how the darkest parts of him wanted to fill you up and keep you full. youâd let him, he knew you would. youâd look up at him with glossy eyes, and oh so satisfied. he shouldnât, he wouldnât â but he wanted to.
clark could also feel how close you were. he watched as his cock slipped in and out of you, hitting that spot only he could see. the spot that drove you crazy.
âi know you can feel that, baby, how deep i am,â he whispered, staring at where his cock entered. âjust hurts so good, huh?â
all at once, it felt like something in your lower abdomen snapped. every single muscle of yours tightened as you threw your head back against the pillow as clark held you firm and down, never letting you run away from being able to ride out your orgasm.
âthere she is,â heâd grit. âthatâs right â thatâs my girl, keep going.â
tears couldnât help but leak from your closed eyes. your skin began to feel hot to the touch, not unlike how clarkâs had felt earlier. and still, his fingers that drew shapes on you wouldnât relent. you began to shake from the comedown and how clark tried to bring you right back up with him.
âfeels good, doesnât it?â he rasped. âwhen youâre already so sensitive?â
âc-clark ââ you weeped.
âi know, baby,â he cooed. âi know â just one more ââ
he brought you to another earth shattering orgasm moments later. he left you breathless against the bed, eyes rolling back into your head. stars were the only thing that occupied your consciousness as your body began to twitch and shake from the pleasure, all while trying to catch your breath.
but clark wasnât finished.
selfish as he was, he couldnât help but want to make you finish twice before he filled you.
and he felt so guilty for being so selfish â he so, so did⊠sweet thing like you deserved love and care and gentle movements, he thought. he could be better â should be better. he just couldnât help himself. he would be so mean to deny you something you begged and cried for.
he let your upper back fall to the bed as he grabbed both of your hips in both of his hands, slamming your hips into his. his cock thrust in and out of you as the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and chest bulged. veins were on display, firm and prominent. clark could feel his blood pumping harder than ever before, trying to chase the same release that every other muscle in his body was trying to get to. his eyes were screwed shut as he clenched his jaw, the tiniest bit of sweat collecting around his hairline. clark kent finally felt that pull in his abdomen, and knew he was close. so close, so fucking close. you could hear small pants from above where you lay â desperate breaths that let you know that the strongest man ever was about to crumble above you and fill you with everything he had.
he came with a growl, still slamming his hips into yours as he rode out as his orgasm. his cock felt so good â so deep inside you as your walls clung to him, not wanting to let him go. you couldnât help but stare at his face â the way it flushed with exertion and then relief. the look of release caused his mouth to hang open slightly, and for a dazed and glossed over look to take over his beautiful eyes.
you smiled up at clark as he pulled out, leaving you dripping.
you loved making him feel better.
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does this suck :/ love yall ty for reading <3 -L xoxo
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excuse me for stating the obvious but like. james gunn outright calling superman an immigrant and doubling down on it when he got backlash (because he IS an immigrant, that's the point of superman) + the in-movie dialogue of "aren't you going to read me my rights?" "you're an extraterrestrial, son. you haven't got any rights to read." + the violence of his arrest and how they torture and mistreat him unapologetically, all under the guise of "protecting america", in a film releasing during the onslaught of violent ICE kidnappings and abuse... yeah it's really no wonder right-wing knobheads are crying about this being woke. they're being forced to look directly at the reasons one of the most well-known and beloved heroes of all time would not be on their side. and that's only ONE of the reasons this movie covers
