Notes: Currently at her concert the moment this is posted hehe...Inspired by Olivia Dean's Art of Loving album!! Check out my masterlist and Kent Fam of 3 masterlist!!
Summary:Â The art of loving between you and Clark. The beautiful moments of loving.
Warnings: Fluff, Clark and readers' beautiful and difficult moments, small mention of the passing of a sibling, yet 2 lovebirds loving each other through everything <3
Meeting Clark was one of the best moments in your life, you would say. Two kids, the boy who helped you with a scrape on your knee at the playground in kindergarten. The boy who told you itâs okay when tears rushed to your eyes from it.
The care and compassion that sparked between the two of you. Something so beautiful, yet you couldnât exactly point out this feeling. Where love comes in all different forms, and you were ever so grateful you got to experience every single one of them with your forever lover.
The love he had for you since crossing paths with him in the playground, loving you for who you are, as he got to grow with you, experiencing the great moments, and yet the hard moments.
And he still loved you through it.
Moments of achieving an exam, or getting into the dream job you wanted. Where he supported and cheered you on. âIâm proud of you always sweetheart always,â he said lovingly before kissing a small peck to your temple, a proud grin on his face that he got to celebrate with you. "Italian tonight?"
"You know too well, Smallville," before reaching into his lips in a fits of giggles.
Or when grief took over, he was there when you lost your sister. Being there in every moment to make you meals when you forgot to eat, or when silence filled the air, he was there to talk about his day, to help you feel that you weren't alone in your own thoughts.
As he took the time listening to you when you wanted to ramble about how you felt, and always opened his arms whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on, even just to cry. Wanting to take away your pain, to do anything to ease you.
"I got you, I got you," whispering soothingly, letting you cry it out, knowing how grief shouldn't be kept in. His hand rubbing up and down your back, reassuring you it's okay to cry it out, where it shouldn't be shamed upon.
But it went the same for him. His awards from high schoolâwhere you were there for him within every ceremony, cheering and supporting him within the crowds. His eyes that land on yours proudly. Happily.
And moments when he discovered his powers. His fears and questionsâbut you loved him through it. Through the questions, through the learning. âI still love you, Clark. You're just as human, Iâm with you in this, I promise okay? Iâm proud of you,â as you brought him to your arms, holding him closer for him to know you're not going anywhere.
Where that itself helps him keep doing what he does, because you were proud of him.
When he finally asked you to be his. He was nervous. Cause Superman never gets nervous, right? But with you, it was different. Someone he loved to the point he couldn't speak. His love for you bloomed more and more when your eyes caught his. Just the farmboy who always tripped over his shoes with you.
And you were bubbling with so much love. Knowing you wanted him just as much, where you knew he was only just nervous.Â
The planned date on the other side of town, the small diner that you mentioned briefly one time, the one you always wanted to go to.Â
And he remembered.
Pink lilies in one hand, as he was met with you when your front door opened, being beautiful as ever. Your light yellow sundress, the softness of your skin, your eyes that glimmered with love just like his. âU-Uh hey,â he said nervously before composing himself. âThese are for you,â
âThese are beautiful Clark thank you,â as you took the flowers from his hand, then reached in for a hug of thank you for his kindness and for his love that he continually poured for you. But also for the love you had for him, too.
His cheeks blooming into a pink hue, a feeling he would never get sick of. âAnything for you.â
And throughout the years of loving each other you had a hidden surprise you always dreamt of. Something that shook you to the core one night. The pregnancy test that lied on the bathroom countertop, your tears that washed over you in joy.
 Clark catching you in the bathroom, noticing your tears, the worry until his eyes shiftedâto the test. His heart fluttering in joy, looking back at your gaze for confirmation that if he was seeing thingâs right. âRâReally?â
âY-Yeah IâI canât believe it were having a baby,â you hiccuped in between tears, the joy that washed over you in the best way possible. Before presenting the test closer to him. âAnother one to share the love too.â
His heart that warms up, as his tears reflected yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you up in bliss. Spinning you as you both giggled through the tears, his lips capturing yours. âI love you always, thank you for letting me in your life, for trusting me in everything,â you murmured against his lips.
âGolly I love you much moreâand I can say the same for you honey, so much more. Thank you for believing in me,â he said before going back to connect his lips with yours once more.
Where loves never wasted when it was shared between the both of you, and more love to share to your future family.
The way he fills you is surreal. The thickness of him makes your gummy walls stretch to their limit, warm and wet while they grip him tight.
He groans lowly once his hips are flush against yours, your thighs spread wide to make space for his huge body.
You're so full, pussy completely yielding around his heavy cock, and Clark can see that there's not a single thought left in that pretty head of yours.
He presses down on your lower belly and just grinds his hips against yours, rubbing against your g-spot, his fat head brushing your cervix.
You squirm at the feeling of him throbbing deep in you, breathlessly whining out, âClark.â
âIt's so much to take, baby, I know. But you're doing so good,â he assures, leaning down to kiss your jaw. âMy good girl.â
Every thrust empties you completely before filling you to the brim again. Over and over, he fucks into you, feeling the way your body struggles to fit his girthy cock even though youâre delighted to have him in you.
âBreathe, baby, breathe,â he reminds you when your little whines and mewls turn into quick, shallow gasps. You try to obey but struggle a little because it feels like youâre so full of him that thereâs no space left for air.
And when you two are done, you end up stuffed full of his cum, the thick, creamy liquid warm as it pools against your cervix. It coats your inner walls and drips out of you, dribbling down your ass to gather underneath you on the bed. Clark is quick to help you into a pair of panties so your sore pussy doesnât waste a single drop of his sticky release <3
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Notes: Currently at her concert the moment this is posted hehe...Inspired by Olivia Dean's Art of Loving album!! Check out my masterlist and Kent Fam of 3 masterlist!!
Summary:Â The art of loving between you and Clark. The beautiful moments of loving.
Warnings: Fluff, Clark and readers' beautiful and difficult moments, small mention of the passing of a sibling, yet 2 lovebirds loving each other through everything <3
Meeting Clark was one of the best moments in your life, you would say. Two kids, the boy who helped you with a scrape on your knee at the playground in kindergarten. The boy who told you itâs okay when tears rushed to your eyes from it.
The care and compassion that sparked between the two of you. Something so beautiful, yet you couldnât exactly point out this feeling. Where love comes in all different forms, and you were ever so grateful you got to experience every single one of them with your forever lover.
The love he had for you since crossing paths with him in the playground, loving you for who you are, as he got to grow with you, experiencing the great moments, and yet the hard moments.
And he still loved you through it.
Moments of achieving an exam, or getting into the dream job you wanted. Where he supported and cheered you on. âIâm proud of you always sweetheart always,â he said lovingly before kissing a small peck to your temple, a proud grin on his face that he got to celebrate with you. "Italian tonight?"
"You know too well, Smallville," before reaching into his lips in a fits of giggles.
Or when grief took over, he was there when you lost your sister. Being there in every moment to make you meals when you forgot to eat, or when silence filled the air, he was there to talk about his day, to help you feel that you weren't alone in your own thoughts.
As he took the time listening to you when you wanted to ramble about how you felt, and always opened his arms whenever you needed a shoulder to lean on, even just to cry. Wanting to take away your pain, to do anything to ease you.
"I got you, I got you," whispering soothingly, letting you cry it out, knowing how grief shouldn't be kept in. His hand rubbing up and down your back, reassuring you it's okay to cry it out, where it shouldn't be shamed upon.
But it went the same for him. His awards from high schoolâwhere you were there for him within every ceremony, cheering and supporting him within the crowds. His eyes that land on yours proudly. Happily.
And moments when he discovered his powers. His fears and questionsâbut you loved him through it. Through the questions, through the learning. âI still love you, Clark. You're just as human, Iâm with you in this, I promise okay? Iâm proud of you,â as you brought him to your arms, holding him closer for him to know you're not going anywhere.
Where that itself helps him keep doing what he does, because you were proud of him.
When he finally asked you to be his. He was nervous. Cause Superman never gets nervous, right? But with you, it was different. Someone he loved to the point he couldn't speak. His love for you bloomed more and more when your eyes caught his. Just the farmboy who always tripped over his shoes with you.
And you were bubbling with so much love. Knowing you wanted him just as much, where you knew he was only just nervous.Â
The planned date on the other side of town, the small diner that you mentioned briefly one time, the one you always wanted to go to.Â
And he remembered.
Pink lilies in one hand, as he was met with you when your front door opened, being beautiful as ever. Your light yellow sundress, the softness of your skin, your eyes that glimmered with love just like his. âU-Uh hey,â he said nervously before composing himself. âThese are for you,â
âThese are beautiful Clark thank you,â as you took the flowers from his hand, then reached in for a hug of thank you for his kindness and for his love that he continually poured for you. But also for the love you had for him, too.
His cheeks blooming into a pink hue, a feeling he would never get sick of. âAnything for you.â
And throughout the years of loving each other you had a hidden surprise you always dreamt of. Something that shook you to the core one night. The pregnancy test that lied on the bathroom countertop, your tears that washed over you in joy.
 Clark catching you in the bathroom, noticing your tears, the worry until his eyes shiftedâto the test. His heart fluttering in joy, looking back at your gaze for confirmation that if he was seeing thingâs right. âRâReally?â
âY-Yeah IâI canât believe it were having a baby,â you hiccuped in between tears, the joy that washed over you in the best way possible. Before presenting the test closer to him. âAnother one to share the love too.â
His heart that warms up, as his tears reflected yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you up in bliss. Spinning you as you both giggled through the tears, his lips capturing yours. âI love you always, thank you for letting me in your life, for trusting me in everything,â you murmured against his lips.
âGolly I love you much moreâand I can say the same for you honey, so much more. Thank you for believing in me,â he said before going back to connect his lips with yours once more.
Where loves never wasted when it was shared between the both of you, and more love to share to your future family.
Thank you so much for the tag @anon-188 ! Can't believe how much my life has changed from this movie, and can't believe it has been a year already!
Header by @stanmarvelous
Masterlist | Kent Fam of 3 Masterlist
First Fic: Strength Training - Fluff | 1.3k
Summary: After giving birth to your baby girl, healing from postpartum, and all you wanted was to regain your strength and move your body again. So you ask Clark.
Most Recent Fic: Fears - Angst/Fluff | 812
Summary: Clark has a nightmare.
Most Popular Fic: Oooh - Smut | 430
Summary: Clark's birthday, where you let him do whatever he wants with you...
Personal Favorites:
What He Loves (Fluff/Smut) - You thought it was embarrassing how easily you blushed, but Clark ought to find it adorable.
Urgency (Angst) - Clark found you merely before you were gone, barely breathing, lifeless.
In Tune (Fluff) -  As much as Clark can kiss you anytime, he knows when you need them the most, always being in tune with youâŚ
I did it (Angst/Fluff) - Through the pain, the tears, you did it. Bringing your baby girl into this world
Home (Fluff) - Lani misses her daddy, Clark gets on a FaceTime call to reassure you both that he'll be home very soon
No pressure tags: @danitecx @orobaxis @satellite-evans and to anybody else that wants to participate!! <3
A very special day, to the man himself! Happy Birthday David! đ¤ Enjoy some recs from summer that I've accumulated below, smut section will be near the end! Check out my masterlist and Kent Fam of 3 masterlist!!
Headers by @stanmarvelous
(F) Fluff, (A) Angst, (S) Smut
Special Shoutout to @glacierclear, and her amazing Supes art! (Example linked)
Waiting for you (A + F) /@bkchron
Fearless (F) /@orobaxis
Clark&Single Mom Reader! (A +F) /@metropolistoday
The star that leads to you (F) /@sc3ptre
The Space Between Us (A + F) /@danitecx
I know, I know (A + F) /@quiteamessbabes
Like Father, like son (A) /@satellite-evans
Ten Weeks Total (A+ F) /@dismalflo
Kal-El! (A + F)/@kissesforkent
Beach Dad Clark (F) /@snoopysupe
Corn Flakes (A + F) /@tsaheylutales
Heatwave (F) /@corens0ups
you and i- we're in this for life (A + F) /@bodhiscurls
Clark Kent Fluff Thoughts (F) /@pittsick
No title: (A) Clark decides to reveal another one of his powers to you during one of your most vulnerable moments /@farfromharry
summary: sometimes, it's just too big. but clark knows you can take it.
CWs: 18+ MDNI!!!! clark kent x fem!reader, size kink, mating press, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it folks), snarky!clark, kissing, some praise, use of pet names, clark's a good man even though he's a little sassy, established relationship i guess?, talking you through it i guess? in a way?, no use of y/n. i think that's it!
author's note: quick little thing because i haven't posted in a while, i hope you all enjoy! literally wrote this in my drafts so i don't even have a word count. im assuming it's around 1.5k? anyways, sorry about the lack of content guys - working on a massive multi-chapter fic AND putting some stuff together for 1k. should have some more stuff posted later this week (maybe)! love you all!
"Fuck," you hiss, head tilted back and burying itself into the pillows beneath it. You suck in a stuttered, shallow breath and whine it out. You're unable to take any sort of full breaths, anyway; Clark's too busy taking up all the space in and around your body.
He's got you pressed into the mattress, completely unable to do anything but focus on the way he's fucking you. It's a brutal mating press this time. Your legs are curled up almost to your chest, and his arms are caging you in, and the way he's got his face tucked into the crook of your neck is ensuring that you're feeling all of his weight. Just how you like it.
And although the mating press is brutal, his pace is not. It's slow, and deep, and careful, because Clark knows how much you can handle. Knows you well enough to clock when you need him to take his time. Knows exactly how to ensure that you're enjoying yourself, and, make no mistakeâyou are enjoying yourself.
But he's just so fucking big. Buried in you so deep. All nine inches of him, hard and heavy and utterly and completely filling. All 6'5 of his height and 240 pounds of his weight pinning you down beneath him.
Sometimes he's too big.
Clark shifts above you. He's still got you in that mating press, but now one of his arms is tucking beneath your waist, moving your hips up just enough to make him push deeper into you. You gasp. It's the first time that you're able to suck in that much air since he's been on top of you.
"Clark!" you whine, loud and stilted and a little strained. You'd been screaming all fucking night. You're surprised you even have a voice anymore.
"S'too big!"
He smiles against your neck. Trails a few soft kisses on the column of your throat before he lifts his head out of your neck and looks down at you. You don't realize he's taken his arm out from beneath your waist until you feel his hand on your chin tilting your face down and forcing you to look into his eyes.
"Did I hear that right? It's too big, baby?"
He punctuates that question by pulling back, almost completely out of you, then pushing all the way back in. Every fucking inch. All in less than a second. A quick, deep thrust, one that punches all of the air out of your lungs for the thousandth time tonight. Your back arches as much as it can with all of his heft on top of you. The shallow excuse of a breath you had frantically sucked in gets shoved out of your chest.
âYes!â you squeak out. Clark laughs at you; itâs not cruel, but it has your already flushed face burning a little more. He presses his hips a little deeper, a little harder, and your eyes roll back into your head. That ache, that familiar burn with getting stretched open on his cock, is the most confusing thing; feels so good even though heâs practically on the verge of splitting you in half. You throw your head back, and your hips squirm, and your fingers dig into the bedsheets beneath your body so you can try and pull yourself away from him.
Itâs no use, though. Clarkâs hand leaves your chin and attaches to your right hip, his hold on you tight and sturdy; you couldnât go anywhere if you tried. Not that youâd actually want to, of course.
âYou want me to take it out?â he asks.
That question wasnât really a question. Maybe it was a threat. Or a death sentence, because taking all of that pain and pleasure away before you can finish might actually kill you. Almost as much of a death sentence as the way he pulls his hips back; this time, he pulls all the way back. Completely out of you. He keeps the thick, blunt tip of his cock pressed against your cunt, though. What a fucking tease.
Your eyes shoot open and, through all your quick panting and pathetic whimpering, you manage to glare at him and cry out, âNo!â
He flashes one of those pretty crooked smiles at you. Always so cocky whenever he hasnât earned the right to be. Just makes him hotter.
âNo?â he asks. Then he huffs.
âThought you said it was too big, honey?â
You start to push out a garbled mess of a protest, but you cut yourself off with a guttural, borderline animalistic moan when you feel him gently glide his length through your sensitive folds. A soft, back and forth rocking that only lasts a couple seconds. The slick sound when he rolls his hips back and forth is nothing but sinful. Makes your pussy flutter and clench aroundâmuch to your dismayânothing.
âPlease,â you beg, breathy and whiny and pathetic above all else. You havenât been able to take a full, deep breath since heâs started fucking you. Unfortunately, the panicking from how he isnât fucking you anymore has squeezed your lungs like a vice. Canât take a deep breath without him fucking you, either. All you can do is pant up at him like some sort of bitch in heat, andâŚwell, it wouldnât be a stretch to classify yourself as one.
Clark picks up on that, judging by the way his hand glides up your stomach and toward your chest. His palm lays over the center of it, allowing his fingers to splay out over your flushed, sticky skin. His hand is, just like him, massive. Proportionate to his gigantic body. The tips of his fingers can reach your collarbones while his thumb is steadily brushing back and forth over the spot just above your heart. He could probably hear it hammering in your chest, just like he can hear every pitiful excuse of a breath you keep trying to suck in.
âTell you what,â he mutters. âYou take one deep breath for me, and Iâll put it back in.â
âClark,â you groan, a wobbly little pant that you struggled to get out.
âBreathe,â he commands. âBreathe, or youâre not getting what you want.â
Now heâs holding himself hostage from you. Of course.
In true Clark fashion, he teases you while heâs waiting for your response. Continues to gently glide his cock through your folds, letting out a soft, low growl and hanging his head for a moment. He laughs, breathy and a little desperate, and his hips buck. It sends a jolt through both of your bodies; seems like the idiotâs gone and teased himself, too.
âBetter do it fast, honey. Donât think I can last much longer.â
How does one force their brain to force their lungs to manually breathe? In, out, in, out. Seems pretty simple. But your brain doesnât wanna cooperate, because all you can feel is the tip of Clarkâs cock brushing over your clit again and again and again as he keeps rolling his hips. You whimper so loudly that it echoes off your bedroom walls; when your head falls back onto your pillow, you shut your eyes. Squeeze them so tight that you see starsâalthough that could also be because of the oxygen youâve been depriving yourself of.
Then, it happens. You do some sort of hard reset. You suck in a big, deep breath, chest fully expanding and bumping against Clarkâs.
âAtta girl. I knew you could do it,â he purrs. Leans down to press soft kisses on your chin, and the corner of your lips, and down your jaw while he lines himself up and sinks right back into your cunt. Thereâs no resistance at all. Your breath hitches in your throat and you tense up, mouth dropping open without any permission from your brain. Although, your brainâs letting you down a lot right now, soâŚbest to not depend on it.
âGive me another deep breath, baby,â Clark whispers, breath fanning out against your ear. Heâs buried to the hilt again, voice a little strung out and voice a little shaky. But heâs doing a lot better than you, so who are you to talk?
You canât breathe again. Heâs too deep, and he feels too good, and the angle heâs got you at is keeping his tip pressed right against that spongy spot that makes you shake when he pays too much attention to it. Your fingers, desperate to find something to tear up, meet his shouldersâif he was a normal human being, youâd have left a few deep cuts in his back from how hard you just clawed down it.
But you manage to do it after a beat. To suck in a deep breath, to moan it out, to blubber about how good heâs got you feeling. Or maybe it was just gibberish. Who knows? At least you got the air in. At least you rediscovered how to breathe.
âJust like that, baby. Good girl,â he praises you. Honey-sweet, like he always is.
âYou keep breathing deep and slow like that for me, and weâll go as long as you want.â
Notes: Something small that I wrote one night! Divider by @stanmarvelous, Check out my masterlist and Kent Fam of 3 masterlist!!
Summary:Â Clark has a nightmare.
Warnings: Reader dying, just a brief description before the nightmare ends! Angst, Clark is in near tears, but everything will be okay!
Lexâs new powersuit debuted in the city, plotting against one of the highest ranked business men in the city. Yet it happened in front of the two of you as you left the Planet to head back to your shared apartment.Â
The small explosion that rattled the entrance doors , people running out with injuries. Cuts, bruises, broken bones even.
âGo please, I got them, Iâm sorry,â he urged to you, an urgency to save what's going on, but to also keep you out of harm's way. He could never forgive himself if something happened, ever. And yet fears never got to Superman himself, but with the people he loves? He would give up everythingâfor them, for you.
âY-Yeah of course, donât apologize it happens-Clark go get them, I love you,â you said hastily, rising on your toes to reach up, capturing his lips in progress. âStay safe please."
âI love you too. Iâll meet you at the apartment, okay?â Taking in the contact of your lips once more before, savoring the moment like itâs always been his last. Where life was always filled with unpredictability, a hard pill to swallow the reality.
Running into the building ahead, taking care of the business he had to face.
And the plans of going back didnât go to plan. You just had to help the injured people nearby.
And of course. Of course you had too. Clark knew you had the biggest of heart. The reason why he loved you in the first place, but it knawed on him to the bone how it can be a risk.
Lex who appeared at the two front doors, the green metallic suit that shined under the street lights, emotion that was filled with a focus, to terrroize the business man that was messing with his own plans.
But that was stopped by Clark himself, a blow to the side to bring him across the other side of the street. Stopping him from what his main focus was. Lex taking the chance to blast him in the progress, a temporary kryptonite blast to his abdomen, to slow the progress of his movements. His knees that gave out on him, his blood that felt like it boiled underneath his skinâwhere the pieces of his suit that burnt off as he let out a soft groan in progress.
Until Lex caught eyes with you. The man that you were helping, bringing him to safety with a broken ankle. What you didnât know? That you were helping the businessman himself.Â
He didnât know how you were caught in the crossfire.
It happened too fast. Way too fast.
The terror behind Clark's eyes, the terror that he only felt once in his lifetime. Of losing you. Lex raises his arm up, pointing the blast directly at you. In your direction. His legs that couldnât move, his bones that were numb. The sheer sheer panic. Every small movement to get to you, the pain became unbearable. But the laser gun shone brighter and brighter, where it caught up to him, his eyes that glowed red, âNo, NO!!!â as he screamed as his last resort.
And yet he missed Lexâs laser.
Missed it by a second to reflect it from your direction.
Your body collapsing to the ground, your pain screamed that echoed throughout his mind. Your face, the gasp of air you took in, the forever haunting moment.
You wereâŚgone.
His body jolts awake, rising up from where he slept, his heart racing abnormally high. His uneven breathes that caught in his throat, but what stopped him in his place?
You.
Safe and sound. Sitting upright right next to him, your sleepy eyes stared quietly, in worry, straight at him. âHeyâitâs okay, bad dream?â you said softly, the sweetness in your voice where you were the only one who managed to calm him down in these types of moments.
âYâYeah. Iâm sorry I woke you,â his head lowering in shame, eyes glossy being unable to shake the memory of what happened.
Yet you were patient. Never pushing him or forcing him. Being the rock that needed.
âCmhere,â as your arms held up open, where he slowly melted into, the only home he had ever known. âWanna talk about it?â you whispered into his temple, your lips kissing them softly before taking your hands into the back of his curls, slowly trying to remove any tension that was built, knowing the way to keep him calm.
âMâMaybe tomorrow,â murmuring into the crook of your neck, breathing you in, feeling your touch, just to know your real.
That you're here, with him.
And that is enough for him. To help him fall back asleep again, you in his embrace, where your hands reach under his sleep shirt towards his back, your thumb rubbing mindless circles on his skin to indicate you were safe. Okay.
Because in the moment of fear, you were there. Real.
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