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Lets hear it for Malicious Compliance
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this is perfect and awesome
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Hii! I just saw your post about your writers block, i dont know if you’re still taking reqs but i figured id ask! What if Clark gets really hard and turned on when he gets powered up by the sun bc of all the energy in his body? reader and Clark have been secretly yearning for each other for years and at some point she has to take him to the fortress (after a fight, he can’t walk etc.) and then smutty goodness and a confession ensues… this might be stupid but I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw the movie.
you are so so sweet amor, sorry i took so long to get to this. i looooooove this idea. clark who can't stop himself from getting a hard-on, full of restless arousal…yes……
tags: smut, pwp, sexual tension, f!reader, softdom!clark, premature ejaculation, unprotected p-in-v (1.5k wc)
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you'd never seen it first-hand.
clark would often describe it as a liberating feeling. though it was hard to believe. you found it brutal, torturous, and frankly, a little ridiculous that something that was an inconvenience to most was what healed clark. broken ribs and all. you were sure he'd been fluffing it all up, considering he never let you be witness to his healing process.
and for a man who laid all his cards on the table, it was highly uncharacteristic. hence, your hypothesis, that it was disgusting and excruciating as you imagined.
"just — just a little further. okay?" your words come out heaving, under the weight of clark's arm. heavy over your shoulders. he's trying his best to hold his own, but it difficult. past the ankle-deep snow, tearing at your jacket, you hear clark's voice. soft and hesitant above you.
"y — …you need to go back." he manages, raspy with effort. "back..to…mister terrific's…ship."
"what? no!" you re-adjust your grip around his waist. fingers digging harshly into the torn fabric of your suit, clark stills, not letting you venture further, signalling your arrival before a vast emptiness of snow, "…we're here? how do we…get…to this 'super-secret'…base of yours —"
your breath hitches, ground trembling as the crystalline structure emerges. the door — glows a bright yellow where the crest rests as it opens. you park your innate fear of the unknown, taking a few tumbling steps before lines of robot-like contraptions crowd you, coming to lift clark out of your hold.
you barely register the distinct temperature drop, or what seemed to be his non-human companions hauling him onto a seat beneath a contraption. the ring structures suspended in the air rotate. clark seems to jolt against the leather, as though he's remembered something. "s..uperman robots…could you please escort —"
"his vitals are critical!" three pipes up.
wearily, you step closer. mechanical clicks reveal a sliver of the ceiling, exposing the chambers to an unsettling draft. clark turns over. even from where you're standing, his gaze finds yours. heavy with both pain and relief.
Imagine surprising Clark by shaving your bush into the shape of a heart.
Like, he gets home after a long day at the Daily Planet; he's exhausted, and all he wants is for you to suffocate him with your thighs and pussy for at least an hour. Multiple hours if he had his way.
Of course, you don't deny him; his puppy eyes are impossible to resist, but when you finally tear off your panties, he's met with…
A heart.
He’s met with a heart.
Yeah, he audibly whimpers. Like full-on whines. He also might've just cummed a little. Ignore the stain, please. If he wasn't so pussywhipped, he'd be embarrassed.
“So, uh—” he gulped. “—watcha got going on there?”
You giggled, more like cackled, at his awestruck demeanor. “Do you like it? I did it just for you.” You pointedly wiggled your hips, and for a moment he swore he saw heaven.
This was unfair. You sprawled out on his bed, completely bare, and with a fucking heart between your legs. How was he supposed to survive?
Superman, Kal-El, the last son of Krypton, defeated by his girlfriend shaving her bush into a heart.
“Thank you, Universe, for blessing me with this gift of a woman.” He bowed his head in silent prayer, muttering the words beneath his breath.
“Are you seriously praying?” you snickered.
“I’m saying grace.”
“Amen.” He gave one final bow of his head, then leaped forward, burying himself between your thighs. Where he was meant to be.
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I ship it.
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This is so
Unnecessary
how do you explain to someone that this is your sense of humour
“What could the audio possibly be?”
*unmutes*
“Oh,”
If I ever don’t laugh at this, assume I died.