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LOVE ME. LOVE ME NOT.

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

authors note: there is something in the wind i'll tell you that much cause me thinking of clark x criminal!reader was so spur of the moment that i obviously had to make it a series lol

summary: clark kent has a soft spot for you and you don't know why- even with all the things you've been put behind bars for but will he stay when you allegedly kill a man???

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↳ 1- ultraviolet | 18+ violence ↳ ?- trouble. | 18+ violence

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THE DCU MASTERLIST.

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updated. may.31.26

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CLARK KENT/SUPERMAN.

↳ love me. love me not. clark kent x criminal!reader | ao3 link

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↳ touch starved. lex luthor x reader COMING SOON

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NOW YOU SEE ME MASTERLIST.

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↳ counting the bullets in my heart. atlas x reader | ao3 link

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STEVE HARRINGTON.

↳ not as it seems. college!steve x college!fem oc

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↳ possessive. tattoo artist!eddie x fem oc COMING SOON ↳ livin' on a prayer. eddie x reader

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I watched chronicle for the first time the other day literally stayed up till 5am watching it and omg my life is changed like I can not stop thinking about it and I hate that this movie hasn’t been apart of my life since its release but I can’t dwell on that now can I

But damn it’s got me wanting to write fan fic for those telekinetic ding dongs!!!!!

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And is this movie not the origin of face period???

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I watched chronicle for the first time the other day literally stayed up till 5am watching it and omg my life is changed like I can not stop thinking about it and I hate that this movie hasn’t been apart of my life since its release but I can’t dwell on that now can I

But damn it’s got me wanting to write fan fic for those telekinetic ding dongs!!!!!

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life's been super hectic but i've got another j. daniel atlas smut brewing and i can't wait for you to read it <3

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when i'm so crazy i'm writing a horror short story using a writers no no as a plot device cause you know- i'm crazy

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sorry im depressed as shit and i can write buckets while depressed but i also need to wallow sometimes and this is one of those times

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clark Kent is 6’4 240lbs muscle sweetheart idiot breakfast for dinner favourite meal heart of gold rough kisser too soon I love you AND I CANT HAVE HIM

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ULTRAVIOLET

masterlist | 'tag list' | kofi

clark kent x criminal!fem reader

summary: you are a wild girl who's gotten into trouble, clark has always stood by you

cw: MDNI (18+) violence

word count: 1.4k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

authors note: the beginning of another series oops 👀 ↳ i feel like i'm being harsh when i say this piece in particular is 18+ but since it's part of a series that will most definitely have some 18+ parts i wanted to put it on all the parts of the series just to caution you younglings who may read this and may be interested in more because this first part is honestly not really 18+

You were walking out of jail after half a year locked up for assaulting a cop. And you were shocked to see Clark Kent standing there with a sign waiting for you. It was almost enough to make you cry. Going up to him you wrapped yourself around his strong body. He gently wrapped himself around you, comforting you. He was always their for you and you weren't sure why. All you had done was defend yourself during a protest for abortion rights. But of course. They didn't see it that way. But ever since your arrest Clark had been there, visiting you, bringing you gifts of food and books for six months. And you hadn't known each other for that long. You had just started work at a cafe across the street from the daily planet when all of this went down.

During the first week of your new job, a job you needed. A spontaneous protest broke out about the abortion law that was just overturned. Everyone was either going to join or going to see what they were protesting. You ended up doing both. Even if it would lead to the termination of your position at the cafe.

In the end it was worth it because women's rights, women's heath rights were always something to fight for. It shouldn't be something to fight for everyone should have access to health care and have full autonomy. As Clark walked you down the the street towards, wherever he was taking you the only thing you could think about was that practically your whole relationship with this wonderful man has flourished while you were behind bars. It was a little embarrassing.

He was trying so hard to let you know that it was nothing to be embarrassed about. Shit happens. And after all, you did meet at the cafe. You had served him his favorite decaf latte on your first day when he stopped in on his way to work. Clark had come in every day that week. Clark squeezed your hand twice when you stopped in front of the cafe. Taking you out of a thoughtful recap of the last six months.

"What are we doing here?" You giggled. "I don't think I'll be getting my job back," you sighed.

"This isn't about your job," Clark cocked his head to the side, a little confused. "We're going on a date."

Your eyebrows shot up in realization, "Oh. Oh." You nodded. A small smile creeping onto your lips. You were excited, you were surprised and happy. You were practically jumping out of your skin now. Clark saw your demeanor change to something infectious. He also became happier just by seeing you bounce into the cafe.

Entering the short line you weren't sure if you were going to be able to decide what to order. But you knew exactly what Clark was going to order. Stepping up to the counter you saw your old co-worker behind the cash register. "Nice to see you again," they rolled their eyes at you. Not even trying to hide the disdain they now have for you by not bothering to call you by your name.

Clark stepped up for you. Ordering for the both of you and paying. You were speechless. When you sat at a small table in the corner of the cafe he confessed that he did it because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable, but he also thought it would be romantic to have your first date where you first met. You couldn't help but blush a bit at the sentiment. Even if you felt out of place here now the thought was what counts.

As you sat at the table people watching and nibbling at the cheese danish Clark picked out for you an overwhelming sense of not feeling good enough came over you. Like, why was this man being so kind to you when everyone else said that you were a menace?

What you just got out of jail for was your worst offense and it didn't hold weight because they attacked you first. But they were in uniform so of course self defense is thrown out the window. It seemed like every time you did something wrong cuffs were thrown around your wrists. Jaywalking- cuffed. Stealing food for a neighbor- cuffed. Caught at a scene that was just vandalized- cuffed. Defending yourself against a cop that hit you first- cuffed.

It took a while for you to realize that Clark had been trying to get your attention. You were that wrapped up in your own head. "What? Yes," you picked up the coffee Clark had ordered for you. Only to spit it back out. "That is not what I was expecting."

"I'm sorry," Clark apologized. His gaze shifting away from you, "I don't know what you like to drink."

"Oh it's not that," you laughed dryly. "They put salt in my coffee." You motioned towards the baristas.

Clark looked over at them angry. You hadn't known him long but he looked scary angry. He looked like he had half a mind to go over their. Just as he was about to get up and stomp over his ass over there you reached your hand out to him. Shaking your head your eyes pleaded to him not to make a scene. You had worked with these people before, no matter how briefly. You would like to handle this privately, classy.

Clark looked back over at you his anger turning to understanding. What you didn't know about him would turn out to be your greatest asset when it comes to dealing with goblins like that. You heard him exhale the negative thoughts he was having. Taking hold of the hand that was still on his, gently squeezing your hand a couple times to make sure that you knew he wasn't going to do anything rash- right now at least. A nice smile taking over his face, leaving beautiful lines in his cheeks.

The two of you decided to leave. You left behind your inedible drink and the remains of the cheese danish. You felt bad not finishing the food and drink that Clark paid for but he had also left his coffee and bran muffin behind. Something told you that he wass never coming to this cafe again no matter how close to the daily planet it was. Your former co-workers are a piece of work. They really rubbed salt in the wound.

Walking across the wide street towards the daily planet. The two of you continued to talk and get to know one another. Stopping at the revolving door expecting to part ways Clark asked you to come up with him.

"Why?" You were taken aback.

"I have a surprise for you," he smiled gently. But you never really liked when people gave you surprises. They usually turned out bad, black eye or twisted arm bad.

You stepped back. Suspicious of him for the first time since you met him. Clark cocked his head to the side unsure of what the reaction was for. "I-I don't like surprises," you were rubbing your arm and looking down at the ground. "They usually turn out bad."

Barely touching your shoulder with his fingertips Clark simply stated, "I think you'll like this one." Causing you to blush a little, so that you didn't want to look up at him.

Heading up to one of the tippy top floors of the Daily Planet with Clark you were nervous to find out what was waiting for you. What could he possibly have for you at the Daily Planet? You were so distracted by the high ceilings. That when Clark called out for you, you bumped into his strong chest.

Smiling down at you with a crooked smile Clark held out a small box with an envelope taped to the top. "Here."

You looked at the box, then to him. Your eyebrow quirking up and back down to the box. Opening it before saying anything wondering why he would give you-

"Clark," you put a hand over your mouth. " What did you do?" Tears started to pour from your eyes.

"I wanted to get you something nice. You. deserve it after what happened," his smile, his whole face lighted as he looked at you.

Staring at the contents of the box you were looking at two small, heavy, most likely delicate statues. They must have been antiques and used as paperweights. They were a matching man and woman. The most beautiful gift you had ever received. "Thank you Clark," you looked up to him through red, watery eyes.

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not me considering writing a clark kent murder series...

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watched superman again- cause you know research and how nicholas hoult delivers 1a over and over again is just....... ugh

so i might need to write some lex luthor fics too........

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I have a very good reason for not finishing these yet…. I’ve been reading a book

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Me watching poirot and thinking that the only time he gets down and dirty is in the bedroom lol pls I need help I’ve been writing to much smut recently I should not be thinking this about such a cutie patootie

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when i want to finish that play inspired by the greek muses i started in middle school that my teacher didn't let me finish because she wanted me to turn it in but i can't remember what it's about and i don't have the google doc anymore and i'm not sure if i ever printed it out so i would have to start from scratch it makes me sad

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ONE OF THE ONES

masterlist | 'tag list' | kofi

j. daniel atlas x fem reader

summary: you are afraid of the feelings building inside you, you don't want him to be "the one"

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) , fingering , oral (fem receiving) , kitchen kink

word count: 1.6k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

authors note: i have clearly been watching a bunch of food network lol

It was the way he made you feel that was so scary. You hoped he was the one. But you didn't think you had one of those, after the ball of fire of your last relationship you felt you should just die alone. It was better that way. But with him, the world was like magic in your hand.

J. Daniel Atlas had a way of making you feel special like no one else ever had. Then again he could make anyone feel that way. It was part of what made him such a great showman. It was part of the reason why you were so scared that you trusted him so much. Even after he had already fucked up many times. You kept coming back for more. Like there was something pulling the two of you together and you just didn't know it yet.

You were in the midst of battling these feeling while being plowed by the only man you would let touch you. For the first time you were letting yourself be free with Atlas. Being louder than usual, letting all your anxieties go through the actions you did with Atlas. Afraid that only you felt this way fueled you. This may have been the sweatiest you've been with him yet. He was panting into your shoulder, your head was thrown back. You were reminded of when you told him he was vanilla. But that wasn't true because even in the simplest position he made you feel dirty.

Today- you did more than one session. When you were having a break acting like a couple, lounging around in bed he would snake his way up your body. Once he got to your stomach you lifted your shirt for him playfully. He stayed underneath the thin, slightly moist cloth and nipped at your breasts. You giggled at his light touch. When he came back out his eyes were dark, his hair disheveled. Well more disheveled. Resting his head on your stomach Atlas started cuddling you. Wrapping your arms around him you stroked his ruff hair. Your fingers twirling the ends of his hair every once and a while.

When you were taking your break you struggled to keep your anxious thoughts at bay. So you suggested to break for food. "But I'm comfortable." Atlas whined. Burying his head deeper into your body.

"Well if you want to go again we should refuel," you continued to play with his hair.

"You have a point there," he hesitantly got out of bed. Putting the rest of his clothes on. Getting out of bed and heading towards the kitchen. Only to be disappointed to discover it barren. "If only I could make food appear in your kitchen!" He yelled back to you.

"You mean you can't make food appear out of nowhere?" You joke with him as you come out of the bedroom to join him. Pulling your pants up as you walked down the hall, almost tripping in the process.

"No I can't," Atlas laughed. Catching you before you fell to the floor. The two of you stayed in that position for a moment too long. Avoiding eye contact with one another while still talking about food, "I know how to make eggs." Atlas bragged, "but you don't have any.

"I know how to make biscuits," you spoke, looking at the tiled kitchen floor.

"Then- lets make some." Atlas smirked. Finally looking back over to you.

You shook your head at him. Seeing his reaction change from smiley to confused, "there's just one problem. We don't have any butter or eggs or milk to do so."

Atlas became sad, and you had to do something quick to turn it around. "That's alright." You walked up to him, putting your hand on his cheek. He instantly responded, cuddling with it like it was an old toy from childhood. "We can order something. No need to pout."

"But-" he hesitated. "What about the fun we were gonna have making biscuits?"

"Who said we had to order food?" You cocked an eyebrow. He looked at you funny again. But Atlas didn't know that when it came to baked goods you were the one with all the tricks. You headed next door to one of your neighbors. Asking for the ingredients you don't have from an older couple you have come to know well from the mailboxes.

Coming back into your apartment you made a big entrance, "I told you we wouldn't have to order anything!" You giggled. Waving the treasures around carefully until he came to help you take things to the kitchen. Setting the things down on the counter taking a bowl and measuring cups out of the cabinets. "Now I promised my neighbors some of what we make in exchange for the ingredients they gave us."

"Aw too bad," Atlas came over too you. Wrapping his arms around you until his hands were resting on your ass. "I was hoping we could eat them all up." He smirked.

Red heat rose to your cheeks, "now Atlas," you shook your head at him. Trying not to laugh. "That's not how we talk about gifts for neighbors." A laugh finally spilled over your lips.

"Oh fine," he pouted. Removing his big hands from your bottom. "Teach me how to make biscuits." Atlas dramatically motioned to the counter full of ingredients.

Your cheeks continued to burn as he taunted you with banter. You began to measure your dry ingredients and mixed them together lightly with a wooden spoon while he drank you in like a cocktail. Before you could start cracking your eggs Atlas spun you around, kissing you hard.

You didn't want to break away but you had too, you were starving. "Atlas," you huffed. "I'm in the middle of something," you waved your hand towards the bowl of flour. Accidentally hitting it, causing it to fly up and pour the contents all over the two of you. Atlas started laughing hysterically. It was adorable. But you just stood their pouting. Now you have to start all over.

"Aw, don't be like that," he pouted back. One of his fingers coming up to your bottom lip and touching it. Feeling how raw it had become. Atlas moved closer to you. Pushing the fallen bowl away with his foot. "I must kiss you right now," he leaned forward kissing and nipping at your bottom lip before you started to kiss him back. Wrapping your arms around his neck as the two of you grew together. Atlas picked you up and placed you on the counter top where the bowl had once been. Your legs now around his torso. "You're all i'm hungry for." he breathed into your ear. Moving down your chest and stomach towards your thighs. His fingers stopping at the waistband of your pants. Sliding them down your hips to your ankles.

Looking up at you, his knees on the cold, tiled floor Atlas spread your knees as far as they could go with your pants still at your ankles. You started to breath heavily just by looking at him there. You nodded to each other in readiness. Diving nose first into your wet, hungry, tired pussy. You yelped when his tongue started to lick at your entrance. Hands grasping at nothing on the countertop until you felt the weight of a flour bag fall over. Making a mess of the two of you. Atlas didn't come up from between your legs to see what happened instead he swatted at your shaking legs to keep you from laughing at what you did. "Sorry," you whispered. Bitting and licking your lips.

Removing his mouth from your vagina, leaving it cold. Atlas breathed, "It's alright." Promptly thrusting a finger inside of you. Leaving your mouth open in response. You huffed a few times as you regained composure. Fingers curling around the edge of the counter top to steady yourself. He inserted another one. And one more quickly after that. His hand movements were so quick that your legs started to vibrate with them. "Hang on for me."

All you could do was hum in response. Feeling his hand grip under your one thigh and pick it up to place it on his shoulder. Going back towards your sensitive area his tongue darted in and out from between your legs. Touching your pearl every time. It was making you go crazy, so much so that he pulled back. Pulled back so slowly it was cruel. When he was completely clear from you, you gasped so loudly it made you sure that your neighbors could hear what the two of you were doing. Then again they have probably heard your antics all day.

Daniel stood up, started taking his pants off again while saying to you, "I- am going to finish you off myself." All while looking you deeply in the eyes.

You nodded. Verbally you thought you were broken but you managed to say, "yes please." Just above a whisper.

Pumping himself a few times, Atlas got himself ready for you. Although he was already primed. Perfect. You were also hungry for him in the way he was for you. Why did you want to break in the first place- your thought was cancelled out by his cock entering your dripping wet vagina. Biting your lips as he scraped against your tired muscles. Letting go of the counter top you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Fingers delving into his skin, leaving fresh marks next too older ones from today, days ago even last week. Pulling him as close to you as possible. Finishing on the counter top. A counter top you would now need to deep clean- worth it.

Separating from each other Atlas spoke first, "I think now we should actually eat some food." He scoffed at himself. A loud gurgling noise coming from his stomach.

"I couldn't agree more," you giggled. Hopping off the counter, your stomach talking back as you dressed yourself.