hi, welcome!
first things first, i'm not someone who's experienced in writing — i'm learning as i go! i started writing because mutuals inspired me to :>
i have manyyy of hyperfixations. including but not limited to : mcu, superman, hotd, and i just started watching the pitt...🤭
english isn't my first language so it may take a while to write stories.all mdni banners come from the lovely @cafekitsune <3
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it is infuriating, devastating and heartbreaking how the real nikki breaks through the possession during that particular moment her body is sleeping and asks bear to kill her because she is so drained and exhausted from how the wish has possessed her but he doesn’t end her suffering and in the end kills himself instead while leaving nikki to deal with the horrific trauma and consequences that are all because of him
can't stop thinking about starlight from the boys and her eyes glowing when she orgasms, so…hehe.
tags: pwp, KINKY!!, readers eyes glow when she cums, mutant!reader, p-in-v, post-coital conversations, teasing, sexual tension, pussy whipped!clark (1.1k wc)
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you could count the amount of times you'd orgasmed in your entire life on a single hand.
it wasn't that every man you met was devastatingly bad, there were good times. but it was a much bigger, brighter problem when you could cum. you'd gotten tired of explaining they why of the light-show that came when…you came. so you'd decided, the next person you fucked, would be someone entirely capable of handling you in the oddities of your quirk.
that man…happened to be none other than clark kent.
you'd met him in the justice league, hit it off instantly. mainly because you really adored how fascinated he got whenever you'd use your powers in his presence. so he should've been fine if you beamed as you orgasmed.
…that's what you told yourself anyway. the theory was yet to be tested.
when you forewarned him, he was more embarrassed than weirded out. "the idea that i could even get a gorgeous girl like you to…you know…it's not weird at all. it'll be rewarding. c'mon…don't be silly."
despite his casual deference to your forewarning, his ears were red, all the way down to your neck. so you figured, what's the worst that could happen.
the words tumble out of you breathless, hasty & jumbled. too overwhelmed to even form coherent sentences with how much clark's cock was stretching you out. fucking you so hard and deep.
your body arches right into him. hot, sweaty chest, soft and pressed up against his own. clark's muscle tenses, his hip thrusting relentlessly into your squelching cunt. the sharp burn you once felt had manifested into something so dangerous and potent — the aching pleasure of your belly burning wildly and intensely.
clark's arm curls around your hips, his forearms flexing, holding you securely in place as he drives up into you. he'd barely begun fucking you and he already knew you were going to cum, with your pussy fluttering so warm and tight around him. the combined sweat makes your skin slick where you're pressed together.
he thinks he might've imagined it when he sees a flicker of an amber glow casting form your eyes. it pulses in your pupils, threatening to take over. clark keeps at his pace — the room then lights up, in the direction your head was tilted.
his eyes widens. an awed gasp caught in his throat as the amber coats your irises, illuminating his face for a brief second before you tip your head. column of your through visible as you come hard, coating the space in an otherworldly glow.
"jesus…look at you."
the glow pulses from within your skin. forcing clark to slow in the presence of the eerie hue. he stares, completely captivated. it quickly churns in him — a quiet, heady want that fills him. before you even begin to feel judged beneath his scrutiny, his hand comes to cradle your cheeks, thumbing gently at your cheekbone.
you lean into his touch, shy. "i-is it weird?" his gaze only makes you pulse around him harder.
clark lets out a low, shuddered groan at the flutter, hips jerking up into you.
"g-gosh no. not weird. it's…you."
his thrusts resume much slower, careful not to overwhelm you after your orgasm. but he's mesmerised, by the gentle flow that fades from your eyes. grinding slow and deep into you.
"you're so…so beautiful."
you feel his palm slide to the back of your head, flexing his fingers in locks of your hair. "m-mhn. you're…not just saying that to be nice?" you punctuate your words with a circle of your hips, matching the pace of his thrusts.
clark visibly winces, grunting low as he feels the familiar tightness in his balls. "you're…unbelievable." his gaze remains on you, sheepish, but truthful, "it is…so…incredibly hot," he croaks, his own head looks to the side. focussed on driving his cock into you velvet, tight pussy. "you're glowin'…cause of me."
you don't think you have another orgasm left in you. but you're as determined to get him to feel the same pleasure you did. a low growl rumbles in your throat as you squeeze harder around him.
"h-holy—…ugh!"
a broken whimper leaves his throat as soon as you relax around his length and his belly tightens, convulsing beneath you as he pants your name over and over. arm tightly locked around your hips as he empties himself deep inside you in helpless, desperate thrust.
you whine at the abrupt change in position, where clark pulls you down next to him, breathing heavily in the wake of his own orgasm.
clark's turns to you with a deep, content sigh, his hand coming up to brush the damp hairs stuck to your temple to the side. "wasn't such bad thing…" he murmurs, thumbing by your cheekbones.
"you're so weird…"
he lifts his head in mock offense, "how does that make me weird?"
"me beaming like a lighthouse is weird. liking it makes you weird. " you mumble with an embarrassed laugh, burying your face in his chest.
"it's not weird," he tuts, draping your trembling thighs over his hips, "first time i….came….i laser beamed my bedroom in the barn."
you snort. nudging your jaw on his chest.
"you're fucking with me."
"m'not," clark raises his palm, folding his fingers. "scout's honour."
"…you really think it's hot?" you lazily rest your cheeks on the sweaty, tuft of hair on his chest."
"are you kidding? i came harder than i have in years just watching you get like that…"
"you're just saying that." you cut in, hasty and in disbelief. "what's so hot about it?"
"gosh it's…" clark sighs, head slumping back, a lop-sided grin on his cheeks. "letting go for me like that, your entire body reacting so…beautifully. it's…it's like heaven —"
"jesus. you're so poetic for no reason. say it dirtier." you murmur. running your knuckles down the deep indents of his cheeks.
clark lifts his head enough to size you with a pouty look, but then he slumps. pondering on your words. you don't think he was actually going to follow through until you feel his voice drop an octave lower, gaze intently on yours.
"watchin' you…come apart on my cock is one thing. but seeing your eyes just…glow. like some kind of…extra-terrestrial adult film…star. i don't think a guy can ask for more. i thought i would explode. like i was gonna laser beam at my release like it was my first damn time."
you lift your head, almost in awe at his use of words, a soft, appraising growl leaving your throat.
guys guys... i just got my nails done yesterday and my mind immediately went to bartender!reader and clark kent and how much he would love the leftover marks reader would leave when slapping him....
and i mean love it to the point of cumming with only the sight of her freshly done nails wrapped around his cock.
to the point of sucking her fingers and gagging at the pointiness of it.
to the point cumming from her dragging the now wet nails across his cheek—clawing at his chest til they're red and—*gets dragged away*
