[kentdoll]

゛⸝⸝ ⋆ don't hide

too shy to say ⠀︵⠀⠀⊹ ⠀♫⠀obi 19 she/they clark kent’s dollie & river barkley’s pretty baby musicaholic avid tiktok reaction pics user your average day dreamer @clarksdollie - interactions ⟡ ݁₊ ' but i hope you stay '

˚⠀⠀ ݂ ⠀ ۶ৎ don't hide away. . . come out and play 🗯️

library | the written law | the bookkeeper

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[kittypalss]

derek didn't trust easy

pairing: derek hale x f!reader

summary: derek didn't trust easy. but when it came to you? things were so much different.

warnings: explicit sexual content and smut, graphic sexual descriptions, oral sex, fingering, sexual intercourse, sexually explicit language and dirty talk, power dynamics, dominance and restraint, sexualized body focus and objectification, obsession and possessiveness, nsfw, 18+ audiences only

angel talk: i'm actually so obsessed with tyler hoechlin..

After Kate, Derek grew to never trust anyone. His first thought is constantly being “what if they betray me?” He allowed it to fuel him. Always having a backup for the current, because he could never fully trust anything or anyone. 

Until he met you.

His trust grew too fast. You made it easy for him, easy to fall for, easy to love, easy to trust. It was like you made for him, his mate. He felt primal when it came to you, like he needed you. Like no one else could have you like he could. 

He reeled you in the moment he smelled you. An alpha bit you when you, leaving you with the uncontrollable need to eat. You couldn’t handle the transition and how fast it came, and he was there to teach you. He taught you to control your anger, being your anchor, like he planned all along. “You can use me. I can be your anchor.” His hand gripping yours as he calmed you down from your first uproar. 

And when the full moon arrived, he was there. Restraining his little beta. His soulmate. His arms were around your body as you struggled to get free from his grip. “Let go of me, Derek!” You hollered at him, and God, he loved every second of it. “You’ve gotta control it, you gotta learn to control it.” His lips close to your ear, as he used his words to anchor you, like he always did. 

From that night on, you became dependent. Like a dog in heat. Always on his heels, because, God, it wasn’t like you had anything better to do according to him. “Just stay with me.” Is what he said when you were kicked out of your place. Laying your head next to his just how he liked it.

Everything you did was all according to him, and he couldn’t have wanted it any other way. When he finally got the chance to conquer you, he didn’t let it go to waste. You came onto him; he didn’t come onto you. Gripping his arm and straddling his waist on his loft bed. A grin spread across his face as you bit at his neck as softly as you could. He loved it. He needed more of it.

He tossed up over, climbing above your body. Taking a hold of your wrists and pinning them above your head. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, baby.” He growled in your ear. His lips on yours, so greedy. Kisses that trailed down your collarbone and to your stomach. Lifting your shirt over your head in one swift motion, like it wasn’t something new. He knew what he was doing, and how he’d have you. Like it was planned.

His hands all over your body, and his lips doing the same. The fingers that reach the waistband of the small shorts you wore just for him, sliding them down your thighs. Slow and teasing and he felt you squirm underneath him. “Lift your hips.” He commanded, and why would you do anything other than that? Lifting your hips from the sheets as he slides the tiny shorts to ward your ankles. Tossing them somewhere across the room as his focus remained on you.

“You look so pretty like this. Can’t believe I finally get to see you.” It was like he was hypnotized, like he couldn’t think of anything else. He pressed the bulge in his jeans against your core, like he was antagonizing you with what you already knew you wanted so badly. “You did this to me.” And you were so glad you did.

He pressed his finger to your covered folds, a whine escaping your lips, egging him on. He grinned harder, tilting his head as his finger reached the top of your black panties. “Can I take these off you, love?” He asked so nicely, how could you deny him? And with a nod, he slid the dainty panties off your body, revealing all of you to him. “You smell so good.” He says, as he leans down. He presses a kiss to your lower abdomen, like he was appreciating you. Because he did. He trusted you, and he needed you. 

Finally, his lips pressed to where you really needed him. A grunt escaped you as you pressed your core to his lips. He was lost in you, unable to hear any of the words that escaped your lips. All he needed was you, and he took it. 

Derek didn’t trust easily. But when it came to you? Things were so much different.

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[kentdoll]

This might be incredibly OOC but I can’t stop thinking about what Clark’s “angsty” sad mood crying in the shower playlist would sound like. Not like serious sadness, just moodiness. I’m thinking The Reason by Hoobastank and Breath by Breaking Benjamin, I NEED to know what you’d think. And if you WANNA add a short something I wouldn’t MIND ig 🥹🥹 -🪕

Clark having a “crying in the shower” playlist IS canon btw i love this man

but i’d feel like since he’s literally unc, his playlist would consist of songs that are either from artists that no one’s ever heard of or like artists that were popular around his teenage years possibly. if we’re talking specific songs tho i’d say wonderwall by oasis, you and me by Lifehouse, iris by goo goo dolls and like lwk maybe a majority of evanescence songs ngl LMFAOO i feel like he would’ve only listened to them at first because a bunch of kids from his school listened to them but actually ended up liking their music in general 😭

[kentdoll]

love the thought of clark’s gf running a strict program 🤭

and she doesss she is NOT playing around 🫡

[kentdoll]

She was real asf for this 😭

"so if she didn't find out herself, you would've told her before me!?"

LMFAOOO cause like who knew before me???? that’s what I thought 😒

[kentdoll]

In loveee with your characterization of clark smmm !!

thank youuu 🥹

[kentdoll]

omgg idk if you’re takin requests but i’m obsessed with the idea of reader finding out clark is superman because she gets really upset when clark never wants to take showers with her bc he’d have to take off his glasses and one day clark feels so guilty over saying no to a shower that he takes off his glasses without thinking and she finds out her bf is superman while they’re butt naked in the shower

LMFAOO this actually got me cracking tf up but i posted it right here!

[kentdoll]

there's a drought in california! ⋆˚࿔

pairing: clark kent x fem!reader

summary: clark never wanted to take showers with you. you didn't know why. there was no reasonable explanation as to why your boyfriend didn't want to just.. get into the goddamn shower with you... until now.

warnings: clark being secretive, lil bit of angst, mentions of nudity (duh) more comedic than sad though, mentions of sex but no actual smut lol

authors note: this was requested by this lovely anon right here so credits to them :3 i wasnt sure if you wanted there to be smut so apologies in advance 🫩

you truly didn't understand what clarks deal was. like... he has, in fact, seen you naked. he's been inside of you, actually.

which honestly made this whole situation so much more confusing.

"i'm gonna hop into the shower... care to join?" you smirked softly as you leaned your head against the doorframe.

clark blinked quickly as if it was urgent, glancing down at his watch before chuckling nervously.

"i- uh- work! gotta head to work!" he rambled quickly as he walked towards the closet and began rummaging through his clothes.

"...you just got back from the gym." your eyebrows furrowed softly as you watched him pull on his work clothes swiftly.

clark turned towards you as he was in the middle of doing his tie, smiling that smile you knew too well. the look of being caught in a lie.

"...i showered there...?" he posed it like a question, as if he was trying to convince himself more than you.

you glared at him with your tongue pressed against the inside of your cheek as he finished with his tie, grabbing his book bag before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "clark-"

"i'll be home at 5!" he said without letting you finish, rushing out of the front door as quick as he had walked in it. and you just... stood there. irritation bubbling in your throat before swallowing the lump that pooled in your mouth.

and that wasn't the last time.

he'd always dodge when you asked. and of course, you wouldn't force him. you were upset, of course, but you didn't want him to do something he didn't want to. but you were truly curious. which is why, it wouldn't hurt to ask...

"do you like... not like seeing me naked or something?" you said as you watched him walk out of the shower, his glasses almost glued to his face with his towel wrapped around his waist.

clark freezes as he looks at you with wide eyes. you're sitting on the bed, the covers almost pulled up to your chin as you glared at him.

"wha- what are you talking about? that's not-"

you huffed as you sat upright, your hands on either side of your legs.

“every time i ask you to shower with me, you turn me down. why?” you lift your arms and cross them over your chest while you continue to glare at him, irritation piercing through your eyes.

clark opens his mouth briefly just to shut it again, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as his other hand moves down to hold the towel around his waist from falling.

“i just… i… like my privacy when i’m showering… i-it doesn’t have anything to do with you, baby i promise—”

“is that really the best thing you could come up with?” you grumble with your head tilted to the side.

clark winced at the sarcastic tone in your voice, sighing softly before slowly making his way towards the bed to sit down at your covered feet, reaching his hand to rest on your blanketed thigh.

"i—just know that... it doesn't have anything to do with you. i promise. just uh— personal... issues..."

"like what?" you continued to glare at him with your arms crossed over your chest.

"...just… don't worry about it. okay?" he smiled softly in hopes to calm you down, but to no avail. you were still upset. no matter which excuse he could come up with.

"...okay." you mumble simply, pulling the blanket back up your body before turning on your side to face away from him.

clark felt horrible. for keeping the other side of him from you, a secret that should be yours to keep. he sighed before standing up from the bed and walking towards his closet to change. as he pulled on his pants, he turned to you, listening to your heart beat slowly underneath your skin, steady breaths leaving your lips as you fell into a deep slumber.

the next morning, you entered the shower, without clark. again. you realized it was a lost cause, and it wasn't a big deal anyways, right? if he didn't wanna shower with you, so what?

you sighed softly as you lathered the shampoo in your hair, steam surrounding your body with the warmth from the water. you were so out of it, that you hadn't noticed that clark had sneakily hopped in behind you, his figure towering over you as he slowly pulled the shower door shut behind him.

as you heard the shower door closed softly, you smiled to yourself, feeling clark's arms wrap around your torso as he pressed kisses to the side of your neck, with you tilting your head to the side just a bit to give him more access.

you hummed softly at the feeling of his lips on your skin, pulling your hands away from your lathered hair before resting them against clarks. you turned to face him a with soft smile... before it vanished.

the man standing in front of you, was not clark.

it was superman.

he furrowed his eyebrows at your expression, interlocking his hands with yours as he pulled you close to him. "what's wrong?"

you stared up at him in shock, as if your brain was processing the biggest file known to man.

"...s-s...uperman..." you stuttered out as you pulled your hands away from him, backing up just barely without realizing that you now stood under the shower head, water cascading down your lathered hair... along with your shampoo.

"baby—"

"shit!" you screamed as soap made its way into your eyes, bringing your hands up to your face and rubbing the burning sensation away from your eyes as you turned to face the water.

"here— let m—"

"do not touch me!— oh my fuck—" you yelled in... anger? pain? clark wasn't completely sure. he watched as you washed the soap from your eyes quickly, blinking rapidly before pressing the heel of your palm against your eyes once more, whether it was to aid the pain in your irises, or to avoid having to look at metropolis' hero standing behind you. naked, mind you.

you both stood there for what felt like hours, the water still running down both of your bodies before clark took a deep breath and reached from behind you to turn the water off. you were... conflicted. in a way.

you sat down on the shower floor and pulled your knees up to your chest and stared at an empty spot in front of you, without saying a word as clark slowly sits down next to you, water dripping from the end of his curls as he looks at you.

"...honey? i— i know this is... a lot... to take in... and to be completely honest, this was an accident— i— i didn't want you to find out like th—"

"you're superman." you blurt out without even glancing at him. your knees still pulled up to your chest as water drops rolled down the side of your face.

clark winced before nodding softly, reaching his hand out to rest on your arms that hugged your legs. "i... my glasses. they... alter my face so i'm not recognizable to anyone when they see me with them on..."

you swallowed before speaking again, "is that why you didn't wanna shower with me?"

"...yes."

"and it's not because you didn't like seeing me naked?"

clark furrowed his eyebrows before breaking into a fit of chuckles, "of course not, baby. trust me, i love seeing you naked. i just... i meanobviouslyineedtotakemyglassesoffbeforeshoweringandifididthatthenyouwould findoutimsupermanandipromiseiwantedtotellyoulikeireallywantedtotellyo—"

"clark." you cut off his rambling as you hold your hand up. clark swallowed the lump in his throat as he waited for your next words.

"who else knows?"

clark huffed before thinking in his head. how many people did know?

"well there's obviously ma, and pa, and there's... jimmy, lois—"

your eyes widen as you turn your head to look at him, "lois knows?!"

"she found out on her own! i— i promise i didn't tell her myself!— i mean—i would've but that's not the point—"

"so if she didn't find out herself, you would've told her before me!?"

"no— baby, please... i just... i didn't know how to tell you, okay? i didn't know how you'd react and if you'd... still wanna be with me..." he bit the inside of his lip as he leaned back and rested his head on the tiled wall behind him.

you furrowed your eyebrows at his words and released your knees from your arms as you sat criss cross, as best as you could, in the shower.

"why wouldn't i want to still be with you, clark?"

clark sighed before lifting his head up to stare at the ceiling, "i... i could put you in danger. i— if anyone found out that i was dating you... they could hurt you. and— and i don't want that. i'd never want that... i'd never forgive myself if someone hurt you because of me."

you sighed softly as you stared at him, slowly scooting towards him as he lifted his head from the wall and looked back at you, spreading his legs just a bit to let you rest between them, your back pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "i'm not— angry. or scared, clark." you mumbled before lifting your head to look up at him. his blue irises glancing down at you, filled with guilt and regret. he's so pretty...

"just... don't keep anything from me anymore. okay?" you said as you grabbed his hands into yours. and you smiled softly as clark nodded, blinking just a few times before his eyes scanned your face, and leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

"i promise."

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[kentdoll]

soooo happy whenever you post! you’re the besttttt 💗💗

THIS WARMS MY HEART THANK YOU MY LOVEEE🥹

[kentdoll]

when she recognized clark and he said “hi baby” MY HEARTTTTTTTTT !!!!!!!

(also ty for being one of the only ppl who make clark call reader baby 🙈)

i am a “Clark’s favorite pet name is baby” truther 🗣️🗣️

[kentdoll]

clark kent as your ex ⋆˚࿔

18+ content ahead | read at your own risk and don’t get me in trouble.

honestly this is kinda like obsessive clark but not in a full toxic way?? idk but you guys will like it (hopefully)

ex!clark kent who understood your reason for wanting to end things. he was hiding things from you. you weren’t exactly sure what, since he made it very clear that cheating was not on the table. in fact, it was nowhere near the table.

ex!clark kent who agreed to stay as friends until you were ready to commit to his stupid ass again.

ex!clark kent who also made sure you made it home safe. from a distance. a very far distance.

ex!clark kent who also walked you to and from work every single day. again, from a very. far. distance.

ex!clark kent who sits on the apartment complex’s roof across from yours and just… watch. watch as you do your nightly routine. putting up your hair with that plushie hair tie he got you from the corner store down the street, washing your face with your customized skincare that you got from the shop in the mall two blocks down, then wiping your face off with your favorite pink and fluffy face towel he got you for your birthday last year, walking to your vanity to rub that lotion that smells like cotton candy on your arms, and your legs, and your stomach—

ex!clark kent who, despite your guys’ current situation, always texts you good morning (he’s sitting on the roof of the apartment complex across from you to watch you get up so he can text you as you open your eyes) and good night (waits until you’re done with your routine and tucking yourself into bed), and even updates you about his day. and of course, you do the same. only because you feel bad. nothing else.

superman who shows up at your door one night, his skin littered in bruises and cuts. despite confusion running through your body as to why superman, the superman, wanted your help to patch him up.

superman who looks… so goddamn familiar.

“…w-why did you come here? don’t you have… like… powers to heal?”

he stares at you and huffs before leaning his head back onto your bathroom wall.

“the sun. i heal from the sun… its night.”

you blink while you sit across from him, knees to your chest as he stares at you, and you stare back. as he opened his eyes, you realized…you’d recognize those blue eyes anywhere.

“…clark?”

you watched as clark clenched his jaw softly, his ocean blue irises still staring back at you when he whispered, "...hi, baby."

ex!clark kent who explains everything. him being superman. why he kept it from you (he did leave out the fact that he had been stalking watching over you for the past three months, 4 weeks, 9 days, 32 hours—)

ex!clark kent who lets you process everything while you guys sit on your bathroom floor. letting you ask him as many questions as needed.

ex!clark kent who says, "i was going to tell you. the night that we... ended things. but i knew i was hurting you with all of the lies. and i knew if i told you... someone— anyone... would use you against me... i would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

ex!clark kent who quite literally begs for your forgiveness. his chin resting on your knees as you cup each side of his face with your hands. "please..."

ex!clark kent who you take back without hesitation.

bf!clark kent who cups your face oh so gently, pressing his lips against yours as your hands press against his chest.

bf!clark kent who can't seem to hold back. these past three months without you have been worse than if he had to swallow kryptonite.

bf!clark kent who carries you to your bedroom and places you gently on your bed, his towering figure hovering over you as you run your hands down the back of his neck. his lips only leaving yours for a mere second to unzip his suit before leaning down to crash his lips back onto yours.

bf!clark kent who makes the sweetest of love to you to make up for lost time. the ridges in his cock rubbing against the velvet walls of your cunt oh so deliciously.

bf!clark kent who whimpers softly into the crook of your neck with his hands wrapped around your waist as he rolls his hips into you, shaky breaths leaving his mouth, his breath warm against your skin as your nails scrape down his back.

bf!clark kent who holds you so close he sits up and pulls you onto his lap before entering you once more. the bed creaking under you both as he bounces you on his lap.

bf!clark kent who sighs contently as ropes of his cum fill your insides, his arms wrapped around your torso as your arms wrap around his neck. your legs on either side of him as you throw your head back in ecstasy.

bf!clark kent who would rather bathe in a pool of kryptonite than to ever, upset you. ever again.

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[kentdoll]

I had another req that honestly wasn’t even a req it was just a silly thought I had— but Clark is so good at playing the role of an exaggerated dork who has never felt the touch of a woman at work that Jimmy or Steve is genuinely shocked when they find out he gets play 😭😭 also sorry for like flooding you rn it’s late and I’m tired 🪕

ITS OKAY LOL honestly I’m supposed to be sleeping rn cause i have to work in… 5 hours. BUT IM DEAD CRYING they’d honestly be baffled when reader walks into the planet to have lunch with him and they’d watch her walk by like this

and then they’d see a hickey on his neck one day actually shocked asf cause who knew THE clark kent could get down??? sigh if only they knew

[kentdoll]

I had the most FREAKED req and you deleted it smh 💔💔 something about kryptonite play or something where if it’s small enough Clark is just like whimpering in pain but good pain yk?? I don’t know the logistics of it but it sounds freaked 🪕

IM SORRYYY i didn’t wanna keep looking at the requests building up and then feeling guilty 🥀 but honestly i feel like clark would be into that??? i mean we’re aware of the effects of kryptonite but if we’re talking in a freaky way, i feel like Bruce would be able to like.. make it so that it doesn’t basically strip Clark’s powers but it still makes him not as strong??? and we’d be able to make it pleasurable but also not giving him any leverage to dominate?? idk but i’d do it 👅

[kentdoll]

who else wants to fuck the shit out of daniel sharman

[kentdoll]

OBI where have you been 💔 -🪕

working and trying not to end it love 🫩

[kentdoll]

gulp hi guys…

[kittypalss]

sugar talkin'⋆˚࿔

pairing: clark kent x fem!reader

summary: clark is known as a sweet talker. his words sweet as sugar.

warnings: fluff, minimal smut + just a lil bit of angst if you look hard enough

yoshi's yap: this is really short but i literally couldn't think of anything else past this so... lol

Put your lovin’ where your mouth is…

Clark was absolutely despicable. Made you sick to your stomach in fact.

He did the bare minimum. And what was worse? He was aware and humble about it. 

You went to open the passenger car door, but it wouldn’t move…? Your eyebrows furrowed before you glanced up and out the window and saw Clark tilting his head to the side with his hand pushed against the outside of the door, which obviously refrained you from pushing it open. 

“I open your door,” he said as he opened the door for you. You smiled softly with a small shake of your head before grabbing his outstretched hand as he helped you out of the car. 

Your sugar talkin’ isn’t workin’ tonight…

He was just so infuriating. The way he’d always insist on paying for everything, like everything…

“I’m gonna get these on my next paycheck,” you lifted yourself up as Clark pulled his computer up from where it rested on your ass, turning your body to face him as you showed him your computer screen. “They’re cute huh?” you smiled softly as you turned once again and laid back onto his chest. 

Clark hummed before you heard him rummage in his nightstand for something. You continued scrolling through the catalog before you watched him reach over you and grab your computer from your hands. “Cla-”

“Why wait when you can get them now? They might go out of stock,” he mumbled as he rested your computer on top of your head as he typed. 

And you sat there without another word, pressing your lips together as you huffed.

Put your lovin’ where your mouth is…

The nights he’d stood you up because of Superman business even ended on good terms. And it’s always his fault. 

“M’so sorry, honey…” his words muffled against your cunt, his breath warm against your skin as his hands gripped your thighs tightly. Your freshly manicured nails lightly scratching his scalp with your fingers tightly gripping his curls. 

“O-oh m-y god–” you breathed out shakily as your legs shook around his head, the warmth of his tongue lapping at your pussy as sweet nectar dripped from your hole. 

“Won’t do it again, baby.. Promise…” he whispered as he sucked on your pulsing clit, pulling you closer to his mouth as your head pushed against the pillows that rested behind you. “So pretty… my sweet girl..” he mumbled as his hands moved up your legs and around your lower back. You instinctively arched your back at the sudden movement. And the only thought you could process was one. Singular. 

I hate this bastard.

Yeah, your paragraphs mean shit to me…

Even when he was gone on his daily planet escapades, he’d still find a way to make you hate him less…

Clark had been gone for god knows how long. And you were left bored in your guys’ apartment. You missed him like hell and these stupid shows on this stupid tv didn’t make it any better. 

Your face was squished against the couch arm before you heard the doorbell ring. You sat up quickly as you looked at the door, glancing at the entryway table with your taser in it (custom made by the Superman robots in fact. Mostly because Clark wanted you to be able to protect yourself when he’s not around) before standing up from the couch and slowly pulling the taser out of the drawer and looking through the peephole. 

You furrowed your eyebrows before slowly pulling the door open, glancing side to side through a small crack you made before opening it fully. You looked on each side of the hallway before you looked down at the doormat, a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small bag of pastries, double wrapped, sitting in front of you. 

You bent down to read the note cautiously before smiling. You recognized Clark’s handwriting like you’ve known him your whole life. 

Just a small gift to apologize for being gone so long :( I’m gonna be handling the mutated rat that Lex Luthor made outside and I’ll be home in a jiffy! Leave some of the chocolate croissant for me! Love ya! :p 

You shook your head softly before grabbing the flowers and the bag into your hands and walking back into the apartment, waiting for your knight in shining armor to return. 

What a dork.

Get your sorry ass to mine..

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