don’t ever feel bad for not answering requests/questions/ anon anything
honestly, thank you so so so much for this. I have so many (GOOD) things in my inbox that it's been giving me anxiety for a long time now, and I suspect it also contributed to my writer's block. I have these bursts of energy and during those, I offer and announce a lot but then it lasts for like,, a day and it's gone again 😞
I really want to fulfill the requests I have that have been marinating in there for a long time, but I almost exclusively only write what I have inspo and motivation for at the moment. I don't have a real writing routine (and tbh I envy everyone who does lmao).
If it's alright with all of you, I'll just try to groove through life and write what I can find energy for 🧎♀️🙇♀️
💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war.
Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams.
I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war came…
Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed.
My brother was killed.
Children in my family were taken by the bombs.
My home was destroyed.
And my work stopped completely.
Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born.
A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war.
She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.
Today, I’m a father with almost nothing…
Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800.
There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Even $1 can make a difference.
It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace.
Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.
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"For Tommy, I think what [the war] did was—he lost all faith. Religion was just a joke, you know; authority is just a joke. You know, the establishment was a joke [...] We see in him a magnified version of what all humans are like. And his goal, ultimately, you know, is to protect his family."
— CILLIAN MURPHY
Metropolis' Animal Shelter | Clark Kent x Reader 🔞
| “You’re an awfully sweet man. Anyone would be lucky to have you, whoever you are.”
| Wanting to serve his community, Clark Kent falls for the Volunteer Coordinator at the Animal Shelter of Metropolis.
| Mentions of Euthanasia, Slow Burn (an HR nightmare), Flirting, Eventual Smut, Oral Sex (f receiving), P in V, Unprotected Sex, Sex on the first date, PWP
“Hi, do you guys still need volunteers?” A man spoke, making you look up. You were met with a stunningly handsome man wearing the dorkiest glasses known to mankind.
“Yes, but you need to fill out an application and we have to perform a background check. I also need to interview you. Can you fill this out?” You explained, feeling your heart flutter and handing him a clipboard.
“Of course. I’ll have this done in a jiffy!” He beamed, heading towards the waiting area. The incessant ringing of the desk phone interrupted your gawking. Picking it up, you were delighted to hear a prospective owner would adopt two rescues who had been overlooked through their entire stay.
“I’m so happy to hear that. Could you pick them up today?” You smiled. You were bursting at your seams when you heard that she was already on her way.
“Wonderful. I will see you soon!” You said before hanging up. The man was already at the desk with the completed application.
“Here ya go.” He said, handing you the clipboard. A brief jolt of electricity went through you both when his hand brushed against yours.
“Thank you, uh, Clark. I’ll interview you when I get back.” You said after taking a hurried look at the application.
“Take your time.” He said with a friendly tone. After a few moments away from the desk, you returned with 2 excitable dogs that could barely contain their joy. Elated whimpers and barks filled the office. Upon their new owner’s arrival, their excitement was uncontrollable. You could barely get her to fill out the necessary paperwork without feeling licks and sniffles at your side. Your heart was warm as you watched them leave together. You did a haphazard review of Clark’s application and grabbed a notepad with a pen.
“Sorry about that. Those dogs had been here for months!” You exclaimed, sitting in the chair adjacent to him.
“No need to apologize. I’m glad they found their forever home.” He said warmly.
“Well, this interview won’t be too formal. You can ask anything you’d like. Just be honest and answer as best as you can, okay?” You explained. He gave you an affirmative nod in response.
“Why do you want to volunteer for the Metropolis Animal Shelter?” You asked.
“Well, I love animals. They are precious beings. I care for all living beings.” He proclaimed, watching you scribble messily.
“Here at the shelter, we have to be accommodating to all families. This requires compassion to those who are rehoming or can no longer care for their pets. What are your thoughts on this?”
“Things change and people change. Although I would hope a pet can stay with one family forever, I can understand why someone wouldn’t be able to care for them anymore.” He said earnestly.
“This question may upset you, Clark. As a volunteer in an animal shelter, you may encounter instances where we will have to choose euthanasia. This is a difficult decision for all of us as we exhaust all options before reaching this step. What are your feelings regarding this?” You asked. His eyes fell to the floor as he pondered the question.
“Are they in pain when…you know?” He replied somberly, shifting uncomfortably. His voice quivered as if he was about to cry.
“No, not at all. They are given a sedative. It is completely painless. We only do it if is absolutely necessary and the animal is beyond recovery. It is rare here but I wanted to be as upfront about what you could see.” You reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“If it’s best for the animal, then it’s okay. I wouldn’t want them to suffer.” He sighed.
“Do you need a moment?” You inquired with concern.
“No, I’m fine. You can continue.” He said, clearing his throat.
“Safety is our number one priority. You have to follow all established rules, even if you believe you can remedy the situation. Would this be a problem for you?”
“No. Rules are good sometimes.” He remarked.
“Last question. This position requires stooping, bending, and lifting 30 pounds or more on a regular basis. You may also encounter illness-borne animals. Do you require any accommodations?” You asked.
“I don’t think so.” He intimated.
“Well, those are all the questions I had. I’d love for you to join our team. After your background check clears, you can start this Saturday. How does that sound?” You said.
“Really? I will be here bright and early Saturday morning! Thank you so, so much.” He agreed, shaking your hand past the threshold of awkwardness.
“No problem. I’ll give you the full spiel then. Have a good day, Clark.” You giggled, walking back to your desk.
“You too, miss.” He said, voice an octave deeper. You shook off the vibrations that trickled down your spine at the way he said that title.
Arriving at your unkempt apartment that night, you sat a bag of takeout on the counter and sighed in exasperation.
“I’ll clean those tomorrow.” You murmured to yourself, rolling your eyes at the sink full of dirty dishes. Your calico, Sheba, seemed to materialize out of nowhere with the most disruptive meow.
“Fine, fine.” You relented, hastily loading the dishwasher and pressing ’Start’. You prepared a meal of wet food and kibble for her.
“I saw this hot guy at the shelter today. I’ve never had an attractive volunteer. It’s either old people or high school students on honor roll.” You rambled. Sheba gave you a blank look of recognition before continuing to eat.
“He’s tall, muscular, with blue eyes and black hair. He loves animals. That’s like…what every woman wants so he probably has a girlfriend, right? Also, I can’t date anyone I’ll see at work.” You reasoned, mouth full of Thai food. Sheba didn’t even bother looking up from her bowl.
“Thanks for listening, I guess.” You said softly, giving her a few pets before plopping down on the couch. You turned on the TV to see a newscast about Metropolis’ local hero turned worldwide paragon, Superman. You felt a vague familiarity when you saw his face.
“No, I don’t think so.” You said, dismissing your inclination that Clark is Superman. Sheba head butted your arm until you lifted it so she could sit on your lap. You heard content purring soon after. You listened to the news correspondent pick apart Superman’s obviously noble actions in Boravia, even if they were somewhat misguided. It seemed like he was just a scapegoat for the nefarious intentions of world leaders and billionaires alike.
The next morning, you slept in wonderfully as you had the day off. It was nice to exhale before returning to the chaos of the shelter. After stirring awake, you looked around at the disarray of your bedroom and huffed. You spent the rest of the AM hours cleaning in between episodes of your favorite sitcom. Craving a late breakfast, you looked in your cupboard to find no cereal.
“Damn it. I’ll be back, Sheba!” You exclaimed, putting on a clean pair of sweatpants and an old band shirt. You walked to the convenience store across the street and greeted the cashier.
“Hey, girl.” She said from the register, flipping through a magazine. Finding your favorite cereal on sale, you grabbed a pint of ice cream and a bag of chips. Hearing someone whistle happily, you looked across the aisle to see the volunteer you thought about all last night.
“Hey, Clark.” You greeted him.
“Hey, there! How are you?” He beamed.
“Good, just picking up a few things. What about you?” You replied, feeling butterflies in your stomach.
“The same. I see you’re a Fleetwood Mac fan. I have all of their albums on vinyl.” He bragged jokingly.
“You sound less like a dweeb when you call them records.” You retorted, spotting the large bag of Meow Mix on the bottom shelf. Before you could place your basket down to pick it up, Clark was already cradling one with ease.
“You didn’t tell me you owned a cat.” He said, feigning betrayal.
“Sheba, she was a rescue at the shelter and I couldn’t get her to leave me alone.” You giggled, showing him your lockscreen of her as a kitten.
“A calico. Ma and Pa had one on the farm that would keep the rats away. Her name was Ruby.” He said fondly, adjusting his glasses. He was quite dreamy up close.
“C’mon, I don’t want your ice cream to melt.” He said, walking to the register.
“Right, sorry.” You said, shaking yourself out of your trance. The cashier gave you a sly wink as he placed the bag of cat food on the counter. He went to grab his debit card to pay for your items before you shooed him away.
“You’re too kind. I can handle this.” You scoffed, swiping your card.
“Are you close by? I can walk with you. This seems too heavy to take by yourself.” He proposed, looking out the window. The cashier made a crude gesture with her tongue before you slapped her arm. She hurriedly scanned his items and handed him his receipt.
“I’m right across the street but I’m on the top floor. The elevator could be down. Are you sure?” You inquired.
“After you.” He said, holding the door open for you with his foot.
“You’re such a gentleman.” You giggled. Suddenly, his large arm was wrapped around your waist. An unruly sportscar sped past, ignoring your right-of-way as a pedestrian. Your heart was racing at the intimacy of the moment.
“Look both ways before you cross.” He warned, taking a bit too long to move his arm. His voice was noticeably deeper.
“Yes, sir.” You winked, making him blush. Once you two reached your apartment, Sheba greeted you two with a series of curious meows. She was especially pleased with your new guest’s presence.
“She usually hates the guys I bring over.” You said offhandedly. You noticed a jealous grumble coming from him.
“Did you hear about that Superman thing? It’s a shame how they’re treating him for doing the right thing.” You asked, turning on your coffee machine.
“Yeah, I did. I agree that he’s doing the right thing. You can’t please everyone though.” He said, cradling the purring feline.
“His actions may have been rash but who else would’ve saved all those people? We always intervene when it’s too late, you know?” You continued, grabbing two mugs from the dish rack. He was too occupied playing with your cat to respond. You couldn’t understand why your moody pet suddenly took a liking to the attractive stranger in your apartment. You also didn’t understand carrying a 75-pound bag of food with ease or the split second thinking downstairs. Staring at him pensively, it finally clicked.
“Have you ever spoken to Superman?” You asked, filling the two mugs.
“Briefly. I’ve interviewed him for the Daily Planet. He’s quite busy.” Clark explained, peering at you over his glasses.
“Uh-huh. What is he like? I was thinking about asking him out and I wanna make sure he’s single.” You teased. His face turned bright red.
“Uh, I would g-guess that he might be. I wouldn’t know what he does in his spare time.” He faltered.
“And you’re sure he isn’t standing in my kitchen, showering my cat with love?” You asked.
“Absolutely sure.” He nodded. Grabbing a mug, you stood in front of him. His beautiful eyes darted everywhere instead of looking into your own. You kissed him gently to test the waters. His large hands clenched at his side, holding on to his last bit of self-control.
“You’re an awfully sweet man. Anyone would be lucky to have you, whoever you are.” You said softly.
“T-thank you. I should go. See you tomorrow morning, miss.” He stuttered, taking the mug from your hand. He disappeared as fast as he came.
Arriving at the shelter the next morning, you felt quite horribly about how things went with Clark. You were sure that you scared him away until he was rushing up as you unlocked the door.
“Good morning!” He said enthusiastically.
“Morning, can you give me a second? I have to shut off the alarm.” You asked, rushing inside.
“Take your time.” He said, waiting patiently. You punched in the code and turned on all of the lights. You waved him in and picked up a clipboard.
“First of all, I’m so sorry for coming onto you yesterday. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” You said apologetically.
“Oh, that? I felt the same but I wanted to follow your lead. I kinda chickened out. I’d love to have another go, if you’re interested.” He explained.
“I’ll consider it depending on how well you do today. Sheba also has pull in my decision.” You joked.
“She’s already on my side.” He retorted.
“Pshh, she loves anyone who brings her food. C’mon.” You replied with laughter, walking towards the back. He quickly followed behind.
“Your goals today will be to groom an animal, feed them, walk them, and supervise their play. I’ll be working with you. At the end of the day, I’ll give you a review of your performance. Any questions?” You said.
“Yeah, I have a question. Is this like our first date?” He whispered behind his hand.
“In this outfit? In that outfit? Tell me you’re joking.” You remarked about your attire and then his.
“Aww, man.” He whined. You gave him a serious glance which made him straighten up.
“Alright so this is where the animals live. We have these little signs that provide important information about the animal’s condition or disposition. This guy is anxious and prone to fear-based aggression. When we feed him, we have to be careful not to spook him.” You explained, pointing to the Labrador hiding in the corner of his kennel.
“What happened to him to make him this way?” He asked intently, walking closer to the glass. You saw the tip of the dog’s tail begin to wag.
“He was housed in someone’s backyard with little to no human interaction. He’s getting better but he’s a work in progress.” You continued.
“I wanna play with him for a bit.” Clark asserted, opening the kennel. The Lab quickly perked up at the action.
“Wait, you need to wear bite proof gloves.” You retorted, grabbing his arm. It did nothing to stop him. Soon enough, the dog was happily wagging his tail and licking his face. You were surprised to see him so receptive to anyone, let alone a man.
“He just needed a bit of TLC, didn’t you, buddy?” Clark cooed, making your heart flutter once more.
“He’s due for a bath if you want some practice.” You suggested, scribbling some notes.
“I would love to. C’mon, boy!” He said enthusiastically. The dog hesitantly exited the kennel and gave you some friendly sniffs.
“This a first for me as volunteer coordinator. You have to be pretty special to make an animal feel safe.” You intimated, opening the door to the grooming station. You saw one of the other coordinators, Shelly, bathing a particularly annoyed cat.
“This is Shelly and Mr. Pibb. As you can see, he’s not thrilled about getting a bath.” You joked.
“Hi!” Shelly beamed. She raised her eyebrows inquisitively when she looked at you.
“Nice to meet you.” Clark said warmly.
“Newbie?” She inquired, gently scrubbing the cat’s fur with soap.
“Just started a few hours ago.” He remarked.
“You have a great teacher. She knows this place inside and out. Taught me everything I know!” She exclaimed.
“I’m sure she is.” Clark commented, making your cheeks red hot. After putting on a waterproof apron, he guided the dog into the shower area. You handed him a bottle of dog shampoo and showed him how to load it into the water nozzle.
“He’s smokin’ hot!” Shelly mouthed to you. You waved her off before he could catch wind of her gawking. You watched as he bathed the dog with ease. He occasionally gave him praise when he caught signs of anxiety. During rinsing, you could see the dog prepare to shake off the excess water in his fur. You quickly backed away as he gave Clark a free shower. His glasses were peppered with water droplets.
“Sorry, I should’ve warned you.” You said, holding in laughter.
“It’s fine. I think this nozzle is broken, can you check it out?” He asked.
“It shouldn’t be. We just bought new ones.” You said, looking at it in his hand. Suddenly, you were sprayed with a rogue stream of water. The top of your shirt was soaked.
“I’m cutting you up and feeding you to Sheba.” You huffed, trying to dry yourself with a towel.
“Sorry, my hand slipped.” He chuckled, picking up the dog to sit him on the drying table. He feigned a grunt of effort to throw you off. Looking at you intently, he used his X-ray vision to see that you were wearing a lacy pink bra and panty set.
“I got a spare shirt for you at my desk. Nothing for butterfingers.” Shelly smiled.
“Thanks.” You replied sarcastically. Turning away for a moment, Clark cleaned off his glasses with a lens cloth from his pocket. You fought the urge to peek over his shoulder.
“You know how to work a dryer, right? Any more ‘slip ups’ and you’re outta here.” You warned playfully.
“Of course. This is a random question but what’s your favorite color?”
“Cobalt blue.” You replied, scribbling more notes.
“Really? I would’ve assumed it was pink.” He hinted. You gave him a suspicious look before you hurriedly put on an apron of your own. Finishing the drying stage, he was about to let him down before you sprayed him with dog-safe blueberry cologne.
“Blueberries?” He giggled.
“It’s an important stage of the process. They deserve to smell good, too!” You defended.
The rest of Orientation Day went as smoothly as expected. This earned him a glowing performance review. However, it was harder and harder for Clark to hide his metahuman status from you. He was just too perfect to be from Planet Earth. As you locked up the shelter doors, you waved goodbye to Shelly.
“Do you have any plans tonight?” Clark asked.
“No, you?” You replied.
“I wouldn’t be asking if I did. Would you like to have dinner together?” He said.
“Yes, but I want breakfast for dinner.” You agreed.
“That’s my favorite! The 24-hour Metropolis diner is close by.” He piped.
“They do have the best waffles. I’m not dressed for the occasion though.” You hesitated.
“You look beautiful to me.” He said earnestly. You hated how bashful he made you feel.
“Your chariot awaits.” He sang, opening the passenger door for you.
Arriving at the diner, you both selected a booth near the window. Coincidentally, you both ordered the breakfast sampler. You got a coffee and he got orange juice. Your knees occasionally brushed against his. The less-than-intimate drove you up the wall.
“So, what’s your story?” He asked curiously.
“Well, I grew up here in Metropolis and I’ve always loved animals. I’ve volunteered at that shelter since I was a kid. After a while, they offered me a job as Lead Volunteer Coordinator. I have a BS in Animal Science and I want to become a veterinarian but who has the time? The shelter has decent pay and I don’t want to move out of the city.” You revealed, sipping out of the mug.
“Any family nearby?” He asked.
“Just my mom and I. My dad, he wasn’t around for much.” You said. Taking your hand in his, his thumb caressed your knuckles.
“I’m also an only child if that comforts you any.” He commented.
“What makes you so…caring? No offense but you’re much too kind for Metropolis.” You remarked.
“I like caring for others. Ma and Pa said it gets you much farther in life.” He shrugged.
“Tell me more about them and you.” You said.
“We’re all from a town called Smallville, in Kansas. My parents’ names are Jonathan and Martha Kent. I have a few friends back home. I grew up working on their farm and moved here to become a reporter for the Daily Planet. I visit them as often as I can.” He reflected.
“I see why you have such a great bo- um, personality.” You corrected yourself.
“I’m sure yours is a sight for sore eyes, miss.” He complimented you. His dark blue eyes illuminated with curiosity. A brief moment of yearning was exchanged between you both until the waitress sat your meals on the table.
“I’ve read some of your stories in the paper. Cronkite, you are not.” You giggled.
“I have the exclusives. That is what makes a good journalist.” He remarked in between bites. There was a comfortable silence before you spoke again.
“There aren’t many guys like you, aren’t they?” You quipped. He glanced at you and shook his head.
“Not anymore, I'm afraid.” He said.
“Since you don’t have plans, you wouldn’t mind retrying coffee at my place tonight? If you can’t, I totally underst-“ You started.
“I’d love to.” He interrupted gently.
“Great.” You blushed.
Once you two made it back to your place, Sheba zipped right past you to greet Clark. After a few preliminary sniffs, she hissed at the smell of dog. She grumbled happily as he gave her apologetic pets.
“She knows you were in enemy territory. Oh, you still me that mug you ran off with.” You remarked, turning on the coffee machine.
“You have a billion in the cupboard. The mug’s new residence is at the Daily Planet.” He giggled, standing next to you. Full of uncertainty, he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. You looked up at him and stared with need in your eyes. Brushing your lips against his, you waited for permission to proceed. You yelped when he sat you on the counter. He shut off the irritating beep of the coffee machine and began to kiss your neck. An embarrassingly desperate whimper left your mouth at the sensation.
“Wait.” You said anxiously. He instantly stopped and looked at you with concern.
“I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t too forward, was I?” He apologized.
“No, no. I just wanna shower first and watch a movie or something. You’re welcome to shower with me. No, you can shower after me. Yeah.” You panicked, scurrying to your bedroom. Truthfully, you could’ve done it right there on the counter but for some odd reason, you wanted your first time with him to be special. After showering and putting on sleep clothes, you peered at the bottle of fancy perfume on your nightstand. You pumped a few sprays on your clothes and walked out.
“Okay, I have some old clothes that will fit you in the closet. No manly body wash though. Cranberry orange or grapefruit and lemon are your choices.” You shrugged.
“I hate the 2-in-1 body washes so I don’t mind. They smell like crap. Be right back.” He replied. As the shower was running, you peeked in your room to see if his glasses were nearby. You knew for a fact that you could catch a naked Superman. You tip toed into the bathroom, not even thinking about how he could hear your every move. His humming mislead you to believe that he was distracted. His glasses sat on top of the bath towel. Reaching for them, your plan was quickly foiled.
“If you think I’m Superman, don’t you realize he can hear and see everything you’re doing?” He asked from behind the shower glass.
“Oh, of course. I was just, uh, makin’ sure you had a towel. Bye.” You lied, walking to the kitchen. After making your cup of coffee, you waited patiently for Clark. To your surprise and benefit, he came out with the towel around his waist and steamy glasses on his face. Water droplets cascaded down his large arms and chest to soak into the towel below.
“Could you show me where the clothes are? I don’t want to rummage through your stuff.” He inquired innocently, steam slowly fading from the lenses.
“Yeah, sure.” You swallowed harshly. You walked past him to the bedroom once more and cut on the closet light. You flipped through a couple shirts before landing on a XXL Ramones t-shirt. Then, you grabbed a pair of pajama pants.
“The shirt may ride up a bit. You won’t mind, right?” You asked, biting your lip
“I’m sure you won’t mind.” He laughed, dimples on full display. You stared at him in adoration before he gave you an awkward look.
“Right, sorry.” You giggled, walking out and shutting the door. He shortly came out afterwards and did a spin for you. You got an amazing view of his adonis belt and happy trail.
“I could get used to crop tops.” He joked.
“Mhmm, so could I.” You responded, mind on the dirtiest things imaginable. Sheba meowed in agreement and disappeared into the tunnel of her cat tower in your bedroom.
“What movie are we watching?” He asked, grabbing every snack from your pantry.
“You’re not eating all that, bro. We’re watching The Misfits.” You joked.
“You underestimate my super appetite.” He hinted, winking at you before picking up the blu-ray case. You rolled your eyes and hastily emptied microwave popcorn bags in to a large bowl. He was reclined on the chaise of your sofa. You sat close to him and tossed a leg over his lap. His hand rested on your hip. He would sit up every 30 minutes or so to empty another container of your favorite snack. You managed to still a few bites before he devoured the rest.
“You’re not Superman. Greedy-man, you are.” You joked. You gasped when he landed a smack on your ass. You were surprised to hear the credits begin to roll.
“Can we rewind? I wasn’t paying attention.” You said, reaching over him and grabbing the remote. You started the film from the beginning.
“Of course.” He said softly, mind somewhere else as he took in the scent of your perfume. You laid on his chest and watched the screen intently. You couldn’t help but to become distracted by the man underneath you, however. Your fingertips moved up his leg and stopped at his waistband. Catching your wrist, you looked up at him attentively.
“Are you sure?” He asked in a serious tone.
“Yes, yes.” You answered enthusiastically. He removed his glasses and kissed you deeply. Your back fell to the sofa as you met his intensity. A stinging sensation crept into your chest as you realized you hadn’t taken a breath. You pulled away to see him as he really was.
“So is Clark pretending to be Superman or is Superman pretending to be Clark?” You inquired.
“I’m Clark who was given the name Superman.” He answered with an exasperated tone. Before you could ask anything else, he pulled his shirt over his head and hastily did the same with yours. You reflexively covered your chest before he uncovered you once more.
“Don’t be shy.” He cooed. He kissed you from your lips all the way down to your stomach. You watched as he slipped your shorts down your legs. He giggled to himself as your heart pounded faster. His gaze had a marked carnality while he kissed both of your thighs. Moving lower, the redolent smell of your arousal through your panties drove him wild. In a moment of weakness, he tore the lacy fabric away off of you.
“You better be glad I like you because those were expensive.” You warned.
“Sorry, I can make it up to you.” He murmured. His soft lips barely grazed your slit and caused you to flinch and move from the position he wanted you in.
“Give me your hands.” He requested, sliding your hips forward. You did as he asked and he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding them firmly. He gave languid, passionate licks to your heated center. Your back arched at the overwhelming feeling. You watched the muscles in his arms ripple and shift as he held you in place. Moans of indulgence and the sordid noises of Clark pleasuring you filled the living room. Your head spun in delight until your high crashed against you like waves on a rocky shore. Your attempts to remove your hands from his or push his head away were hapless. He continued until you were a seizing mess.
“I’m sorry, are you alright?” He asked politely, lips glossy from your arousal.
“Yes.” You said breathlessly.
“Good.” He said, picking you up. You two suddenly ended up in your bedroom with you on his lap. You guided him to lay down while you straddled him. His eyes flickered with excitement. Taking him in your hand, his breath staggered. You swiped your thumb over his bright red tip before slipping down on him. Your walls briefly spasmed as you acclimated to his size. His cheeks took on a faint twinge of pink, signaling his overwhelm. He resisted the urge to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress.
“Good boy.” You praised, rocking your hips slowly. You were pleased to hear the most pathetic whimpers from one of the most powerful man in the galaxy. His hands rested on your thighs and occasionally squeezed the soft flesh. Growing restless, you bared down on his chest and sped up the pace. The bed creaked rhythmically. The sting of his large size traveling deeper grew intoxicating, no longer being able to restrain your cries. Pulling you down on his chest, he held you in place while his hips pistoned upward. Sounds of skin hitting skin and moisture filled the room. Your mouth fell open as you stared at the extraordinary man below.
“That’s it…” He cooed, watching you fall apart once more. Once again, you were convulsing mess while he took you through your high.
“I think you’ve made it up to me, Clark.” You said in between labored breaths.
“No, not yet.” He said with a serious tone, running his hand up your back.
“Are you trying to kill me because I know your secret?” You murmured against his chest.
“Maybe.” He whispered. In another swift move, you were lying on your stomach with a pillow underneath your hips. He trailed gentle kisses up your spine and stopped at your shoulder. His weight on top of you was comforting. He parted your thighs slightly and lined up his hips with yours. His breath caught in his throat as he entered you once more. Your back reflexively arched as he was flush against you. Thrusting wildly, the sheets crumpled under his fists beside you. You searched for purchase on the bed until you were able to grab one of his large forearms. The bed frame was close to the point of breaking.
“G-God…” You panted in between thrusts that took the air out of your lungs. A rushed kiss on the side of your head did little to calm you. There were no words that could capture the amount of ecstasy you felt in the moment. You could’ve sworn you were dead and reached heaven. Soon after, his thrusts staggered. Hot spurts of seed spilled into you as pleasured groans shook the room. His satisfied body rested next to you.
“Are you alright?” He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead.
“Mhmm.” You nodded, embracing him.
“So…are we official? If not, I understand but-“ He started.
“What else would we be?” You interrupted, caressing his chest.
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