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i bite the hand that feeds me 18+, minors dni

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masterlist | 18+

former masterlist

** = refer to former masterlist

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DC [comics & DCU]

— star burster; ONGOING

clark kent x f!reader

[one] [two] [three] [four] [five] [six] [seven] [eight] [nine] [ten] [eleven] [twelve] [thirteen] [fourteen] [fifteen] [sixteen] [seventeen] [eighteen] [nineteen]

— the roommate situation; TBD

ultraman x f!reader x clark

[original ask]

— how cold love is; ONGOING

lex luthor x f!reader / later clark x f!reader

[part one] [part two] [part three]

MARVEL [comics & MCU]

— rag doll dance; TBD

bob reynolds x f!reader

[one]

— baby face; multi-ending two shot

ben grimm x f!reader

[one] [ben ending] [johnny ending]

INVINCIBLE [comics & show]

— charmless morning; HIATUS

mark grayson x f!reader

[one] [two] [three]

— cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater; one shot

mark grayson x f!reader x rex splode

[one]

UPCOMING — TBD

bad boyfriend atsumu miya x f!reader

chapters 3-10 | IN PROGRESS**

he’s just not right oikawa x f!reader

part two | IN PROGRESS**

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The Hands of my Father | 18+

antinous x f!reader

summary: the palm of his hand pressed to the back of your head, protecting you from the hardness of the ground. it was a delicate touch, caring and considerate, and for a moment you wonder if a father’s touch was any similar.

content warning: CRAZY! daddy issues, corruption kink, daddy kink (from antinous), breeding, cream pie, large age gap, manipulative evil liar antinous, NAIVE reader, VERY uncomfortable n messed up antinous, dubcon

a/n: big fan of the robpat cinematic universe so this movie ofc broke me out of my evil evil hiatus. Hope to be back to writing my other fics but I am making no timeline promises (to escape my unfortunate fic author curse) 🧿

word count: 4K

The stone temple was often quiet during the early hours of the morning. It was once a part of the palace meant only for the royal family, but like many things in Ithaca, that too changed after the years that followed the Trojan War. Now at times, drunken suitors could be found loitering by the flames to seek warmth. They rarely were awake in the early hours due to their long nights of heavy drinking, so you found solace at dawn.

You felt a gentle flicker of the candle nearest to you. You would have missed it had it not been for your own keen senses. You did not turn, nor did you halt your prayers. Instead, you kept your head bowed and continued your quiet murmurings to Athena. You could hear Antinous’ quiet footsteps, the clacking of his sandals against hard marble. 

“Oh Goddess,” you whispered quietly. You knew he stood behind you now, and yet you did not greet him. It was not in disrespect, but rather something you could not name. It was as though you understood him, as he did you. You were beyond greetings, and common social conditions. You often did not greet each other in the halls, not unless your mother or Telemachus was present. That was when Antinous would make a grand show of things.  A kiss to the back of your hand with eyes that peered deeply but did not linger. Your mother did not like you to be near any of her suitors, as she thought of them as leeches, lecherous men who took and took and took from her crumbling kingdom. 

“Deliver my father from the seas. Please, may he return, wise and kind. I ask that he recognize me, for I was merely a babe in my mother’s belly when he left to war. I ask that my father may know me, I beg of it.” You did not sit up from your kneeling position, and instead shut your eyes and breathed in the scent of honey that you offered to the shrine. An old spinster told you once that an offering of honey would sweeten your words. The gods enjoyed flattery of any kind, even the wisest of them. 

You tensed at the feeling of Antinous’ outer thigh against yours. He kneeled next to you facing the tall statue of Athena, but his eyes were focused on you. You could feel it, the sensation was a familiar one and not always unwelcomed. 

“Did you come to pray?” You questioned quietly, a tone you took often in his presence. Something about him softened you, like a cat that showed its belly at the sight of a reaching hand. Antinous was nearly sixteen years your senior; he was on the cusp of manhood when your father left for Troy. Not quite a boy, but not yet a man. But old enough to have left with the other men and not yet men. You had never questioned why he had not joined your father, as it did not matter to you. After all, they were the only kind of men you knew, the men who stayed. You’d grown to learn that most of your mother’s suitors had not been able to sail for one reason or another. 

“My prayers have been answered,” he stated with what you could only imagine to be a half smile. You could feel it prickling at your skin, goosebumps raising on your arms at the sensation of his quiet fixation. 

“Oh? What did you ask for?” 

“I asked to be in the presence of a beautiful maiden, and instead they brought me a princess.” Warmth suddenly filled your stomach, his words were tender and his lips neared your ear. “A princess,” he whispered. “So beautiful that her mommy dearest never let her roam outside her palace walls.” His lower lip now tickled the shell of your ear, and you inhaled sharply at the sensation. 

“And what did my princess pray for?” You turned to him now, his face close to yours. His pupils dark, and mouth agape as he stared at your lips.

”I pray for my father’s return,” you said and suddenly the illusion shattered. Antinous blinked and leaned back, curious. You felt unsure of yourself all of a sudden, your thoughts frantic at the subtle movement of him furthering your distance. “I prayed that he would know me, I pray he comes so that he may bless our union.” 

A dry chuckle emerged from his throat, and suddenly you felt even more aware of the gap between you. You turned to look at your knees which were concealed by the fabric of your dress. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you remembered that you are a girl, barely twenty, and he was a man nearly double your age. 

A man who knew your father, the one who left you before you even grew a soul. One who may not even know your name, or if you lived to take your first breath. But Antinous had known him, and so that made them all the more closer. It frustrated you at times how it felt as though the entire castle knew Odysseus. Your father had many stories, even prior to the war, and yet you only knew them through others’ accounts. A father that was not your own, a father that belonged to everyone but his lone daughter. 

The kingdom did not pay you any mind. You were a great beauty or so you had been told, but it did not rival your mother’s. A second born, a daughter at that, had no value not when she did not have a father present to negotiate the terms of a betrothal. Antinous only began to seek you out recently, he had ignored you like many of the men who lingered in the halls of the palace. You were not sure what had changed in him or in you for this development to have occurred. But you were scared to question it, as if it would lead him to question himself. You did not want to risk losing his affections, not when it was something you were so unused to. It often felt as though you were cursed to live alone, and potentially die alone. For as long as your mother proclaimed that Odysseus lived, you could not marry— not without your father’s blessing. 

The maids of the palace would snicker and call you the virgin princess. It was befitting that you took such a liking to Athena. 

But Antinous, over the past few months… At times, he stared at you with a look you were unfamiliar with. A steeled focus on your body before it would settle on your face and linger long and hard. It confused you at first, until the evenings where he would take you by the arm and lead you through hidden halls. In the dark he would touch you, his hands would turn your face and admire you. Then they would settle on your breasts, pulling and kneading harshly until you cried. He would coo softly into your ear before pressing his hand under your skirts. His fingers plunging into your softness, spreading your cunt open. 

You were so used to being forgotten. The child that her father never knew, a father who could not delay his departure in another man’s war a few days to see the delivery of his second child. So, you learnt to crave Antinous’ affections, alongside his sharp eyes and skillful fingers from the moment he set his sights on you. 

But you could not marry him, not until your father returned and gave his favour. 

“You have no reason to feel embarrassed,” he said. “Your words flatter me, and I admit in a perfect world, your wish would be fulfilled.” His arms moved to encircle you, and you tensed, nervous that a servant would see. But when you looked around the temple room, you realized you were both still alone. “But my love, it bothers me to see how your mother has made a mockery of you.” 

You turned to look at him, shocked. “What do you mean?” You bring your hand to his cheek, and he leans in as his eyes roll back in pleasure. The image is erotic, and instantly you feel wetness pool between your inner thighs. 

“Twenty years,” he says softly. “Perhaps her grief has blinded her, and I misjudge her. But twenty years she has sat alone on the throne unwilling to even pass it to Telemachus who is nearing manhood with nothing to show for it because of her coddling. She keeps you locked away too, as though afraid. She wants you alone,  she can’t see you happy because it’ll force her to realize she is a widow. I know you understand, for you did not know your father, so you have no reason to trust in his return. I know deep down that you know he is dead.” The words cut deep, and instantly you have the feeling of wanting to lash out, to yell at him for making such a claim.

But while speaking, he lowered you onto your back. His body over yours like the hanging dome of a cradle. The palm of his hand pressed to the back of your head, protecting you from the hardness of the ground. It was a delicate touch, caring and considerate, and for a moment you wonder if a father’s touch was any similar. You don’t think this for long however, at the press of his hardness against your inner thigh. You stiffen, a bit shy. You had felt him before, but never this closely as he insisted he did not want to risk taking your virtue. 

“I don’t think my mother means to hurt me,” you say softly. He is looking down at you, his other hand latched onto your hip squeezing with lust. A contrast to the other behind your head. 

“No mother ever wishes to hurt her child,” he says as though to sound comforting. “But that does not mean she still cannot cause you pain. It is a sad truth, but you are wise enough to see it.” He presses his lips to your neck, the hand not holding your head reaches under your skirts and suddenly you are aware of the virgin goddess’ statue above you. You face up as his teeth sink gently into your tender flesh, and his fingers part your lips to play with your pearl. His hands are dry, so the feeling is a bit unpleasant but not unwelcome. Soon they are slathered in your essence and despite the bubbling of pleasure, you can’t help but speak.

”Why did you not join my father?” His hand freezes, but does not pull away at first until you feel a gentle pinch. It resettles on the floor as he uses it to adjust his position, and level his eyes with yours. 

He kisses you first, a light peck against your lips before he replies. “I begged so badly to go. I wanted to be a man, I wanted to fight a worthy cause. But it was your father who clasped my hand, the same hand I use now to keep your head off the ground. He told me: “please take care of my son, you must stay. Please take care of the child in my wife’s belly. If it be a boy, treat him like your own. If it be a girl, wait for her to bloom and marry her when she is ready. Love her and protect her, and if I do not return know that you have my blessing.” So you see, that is why your prayer amused me. I have had your father’s blessing for many years but your mother refuses to listen to me. I would marry you now if I could,” he presses himself closer to you, the fabric doing little to block the hard mass eager to slide into your cunt. “If I could, I would marry you right now if I could. So that I could bury myself into you every night, so that my seed would take root so deeply, it would have no choice but to fill you with my babes. Perhaps a son, we would name him after your father. That way he would know you, and you would not have to seek him out in every man. Don’t cry, my love.” 

You had not realized the tears had been streaming down your face until you felt his lips wet against your cheeks. He peppered kisses all over, eager to comfort you in your distress. “A child,” he says. “An heir,” he whispers between kisses. “They cannot refuse, and they will not. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You nodded quietly, unsure of what to say. A baby would not desert you, a baby could not go to war. A baby would belong to you, not to the crown and certainly not to the fallen Troy.

…

You did not see Antinous that evening, nor did you see him the next day amongst the drunks who sipped on your family’s wine and crowded your halls. 

It wouldn’t be for another three days until you would feel him slip into your bed in the dead of night. Your gown was nearly transparent, but your candles had long gone out so you did not have to worry much for modesty. You could still see him however, due to the moonlight that crept into your bedroom. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked startled. Your lover was often eager, but never had he entered your chambers before. 

“My love, how you tempt me,” he whispers against your lips. He presses them softly against yours and you accept with a soft sigh. How you missed him, the softness of his lips and the way his hands wrapped around yours as though there was no question of who you belonged to. 

“Tempt?” You questioned as soon as his lips turned to your neck, softly biting your skin hard enough to claim but not enough to leave a mark. “My love, I have not seen you for days. I had began to think you had deserted me.” 

A deep chuckle emerged from his chest. His nimble fingers gripped your chin, turning it so that you could look deeply into his eyes. “I am not your father, my love,” the words turned your stomach cold. It wasn’t even in your thoughts, or perhaps it was. It was hard to say, as oftentimes it felt as though the shadow of your father loomed over everything. His departure haunted you, but it did not feel like your own. His departure haunted everyone and everything in Ithaca. “I would never leave you, I simply needed time away. I wanted to control myself, but I kept remembering how eager you looked under the lights of the temple. You would have let me deface you, wouldn’t you? Under the eye of your beloved goddess, yes? Had I sank my savage cock between your legs, you would have simply taken it along with my bastard seed. It sickened me to think about taking advantage of you in such a way, in such a holy place.” It seemed as though he was anything but sick as you could feel the sign of his health pressed against your stomach. Large and demanding, twitching through his chiffon. 

Deface, he said. As though loving you was something he did to you rather than a partnership. Often he spoke this way, as though all his actions were an act of war, not against you but an idea of you. The forgotten princess of Ithaca, known only for her frozen cunt, at least according to the maids. 

“But we didn’t,” you said. “You did not take me, and if you did, why would the gods punish two lovers?” 

“I do not fear the gods’ punishment,” he whispered. His fingers still holding your chin while the other lifted your dress and bared your pussy to the cold air. His fingers danced over your slit, the sound of wetness filling the room as two fingers pressed inside you. You hissed a little at the intrusion, but soon let out a moan at the feeling of him. “I fear your eagerness. Is it me you love? Or the thought of any man taking you? Sliding his cock in you and pulling out the sounds of a wanton whore.” 

“How dare you!” You moved to sit up, but he did not let you, the fingers on your chin moved to hold your shoulder. His other hand continued to play in your cunt, making a mess of your thighs. Nonetheless you continued, “how can you say such a cruel thing, my love? Of course, it is you I love. The thought of any other man sickens me. It is you, it has always been you who has fascinated me since I was a girl even when you had ignored me so often. It was you who my father gave his blessing, as you claimed, so is it not reasonable to think you my only man?” 

“That is the problem,” he said. His hand pulled out of you, leaving you with a sudden feeling of cold and emptiness. You watched as he sucked his fingers, his eyes shut as he cherished the taste. You felt the urge to clench your thighs but could not as your legs were spread around his. “Your father, merely a shade. He plagues you, he plagues everything in this land.” He sits up to slide his chiffon over his shoulders, tossing it away somewhere near the edge of the bed. His body is revealed to you, bare for the first time. A solid wall of pale skin, unmarked from battle. Standing below it, a large cock heavy and leaking at its reddened tip. He strokes it with the hand that was inside you. 

“What do you mean?” You ask nervously, for you had never seen his appendage before. You could not move your eyes from it, mesmerized by its stark difference from what your own body possessed. 

“He is everywhere, in everything. A man who so shamelessly abandoned you without even waiting a measly three days for your birth. Why? Because he knew he was leaving a healthy first born son behind. So what mattered of you or his wife’s health.” 

“What would you have me do? I was taught we must wait for him, and I was told he had no choice but to leave when he did. He cared enough to ask you to take care of me, of us.” He leaned forward, placing his elbow next to your head to prop himself up. You froze at the sensation of his cock nudging your entrance. 

As if sensing your fear, he spoke, “I promise only the tip, my love. I have to feel you. No more than that, not unless you beg me for more then perhaps I may give into instinct.” You breathed shallowly as you felt it penetrate you, a light pain as even his fingers had not been able to stretch you this widely before. Then suddenly he stopped, keeping to his word.

“He did care enough to ask, but not enough to stay nor enough to come back. Every other man who returned to his kingdom only took at most two years. Assuming your father is still alive, that would mean an additional eighteen years of nothing. What has kept him so far gone? Do not say he is lost, for we know not a single person could match his navigational expertise.” Antinous’ words made sense, but the hollow delivery did nothing to soothe your heart. You felt empty all of a sudden, not until you felt his tip slip out of you and push back in. You gasped at the feeling, the sensation shooting pleasure through your body. 

“What can I do?” You asked, your voice laced with pleasure and with longing. Longing for what? You felt unsure. 

“Replace this idea, this idea of the man Odysseus. This man who is only your father through seed. Replace him with me, and I promise you will never feel so lonely again.” He continued to rock shallowly into you, his face strained as though it took all his power to hold back. You reached for his shoulder to grasp, but he harshly pinned your hand to the bed. Sweat rolled down his face, dripping onto yours. Its saltiness catching on the side of your lip. 

“But how? He is so deep within me.” At the word deep, Antinous shuddered. His cock buried itself slightly deeper before pulling out entirely, and rubbing itself between your folds. 

“I remember hearing your cries as a girl, for daddy. A daddy you did not know, sniffling for him. For this idea of a man.” He practically spat the words out, his fist moving to pump itself against your slick entrance.  “I am no idea, I am a man eager and fertile between your legs. Call me by this name, I am more deserving than he is. Do it now, whisper it.” The thought left you sick, a perversion of a title only meant for one man. But you listened nonetheless, and so you said:

”Daddy,” and Antinous shuddered harshly. His cock sliding shallowly through your wet folds. His hips rocked so as to not quite fill you, but as you continued to murmur the word, as it slurred and felt less like a word and more like mindless babbling— his cock began to slip in deeper. 

“Who am I?” 

“Da..” You could feel his cock slide deeper, his hips slowing to accommodate the stretch you felt. “Oh Antinous!” You cried, only for a light slap to be delivered to your cheek. 

“Do not forget who I am,” he said with a snarl. His hand gently held your throat, forcing your eyes to follow his. “Say my title, and remember no man but me has done enough to earn it.” His hips continued to rut against you harshly, the tip having already been buried in your sweetest depths brushing against your cervix. 

“Daddy,” you said, humiliated. He shuddered, his hips angling to bury his shaft impossibly deeper into your wet heat. You chanted the title, encouraging him to fuck you faster and harder. His hands pressed against your throat and stomach, forcing you down as he continued his pursuit. Pursuit of what? You did not know.

Soon, neither did you know where you ended and he began, the words only the tip barely a memory now. You hardly remember lifting your hips to aid him further in you, his weeping cock filling you in its entirety as you moaned for him, his scent, his sweat, his breath and cock replacing the foggy images you had for a man named… named… nam… 

“Papa,” you sobbed as you felt yourself tighten around Antinous’ shaft. You could only see stars in your eyes, but you could feel Antinous everywhere as he continued to rut harshly into you, sure to leave bruises across your skin in the morning. You gripped your nails into his back, likely the first scars to reach his skin and felt another gasp escape your throat at the sensation of his seed filling you with warmth. 

You gasped at the sensation, feeling Antinous begin to pull away until your weak legs moved to wrap around his hips. You did not want his warmth to disappear, you did not want to see him leave. The heat of his seed and cock felt so heavy inside you, but you could not see it disappear. Antinous kissed your cheeks, seemingly content with staying inside you as his cock softened and seed spilt across your thighs. He hushed your cries, and kissed your tears. “Your papa is here,” he whispered into your ear, sucking the lobe. You try to ignore the way his words make you feel a bit sick, how everything felt sick, but you couldn’t explain why. 

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Star Burster | Part XIX 18+

pairing: clark kent x f!reader

summary: the king and queen of communication have a little talk.

content: communication, fear of xenophobia

[previous]

word count: 1.5K

a/n: so sorry friends for disappearing, I am back now and happy to continue this story, esp bc our next arc is filled with juicy juicy drama !!!

“Well, that ain’t for you to decide, now is it?” You replied casually. You sat on the edge of your bed, with your arms crossed over your chest. You glared at Clark and imagined you looked exactly like your mother did whenever she was cross with you. The thought of your resemblance to her usually made you uncomfortable, but right now you needed some of that sternness. She was the only person in your life that you felt could turn the man of steel into a crying mess with just a look. 

“Darling,” he approached cautiously as though you were an angry bear. “It’s not that I wanna control you, I just think there’s an obvious danger in this plan and I happen to like the idea of you away from danger.” Although he didn’t mean it, his words felt condescending. Clark had that way about him sometimes, it’s why although a lot of people found him good natured, they also found him to be lacking in social skills. This characteristic especially came out whenever he felt passionately about a subject, mainly journalism. 

“Clark, I’m not some fool. I’m well aware he’s dangerous, that’s why I wanna visit his home! Ain’t it best to know thy enemy? Shouldn’t I try to figure out what he’s doing in Smallville with the mines?” You stood now, closing some of the distance between the two of you. Despite the dark of your room, you were still able to see his eyes, and how unnaturally blue they looked. You were told once that the colour black absorbs all the colour around it, whatever that means. Clark’s pupils, as dark as they were, could never absorb all the colour in his irises even if they really wanted to.

”I don’t think that’s any of your concern,” he said quietly and that was when you knew you had already won the debate. 

“It is my concern if it involves my daddy, and you too. He said he had a project related to a meteorite crash back in the day that could have left pieces of rock near the mine. We both know that wasn’t no meteor, Kal. I gotta figure out why he’s so sure you’re from Smallville, maybe I can point his attention elsewhere.” You were talking with your hands, and your words were rushed. You felt a burst of passion, you couldn’t help it after all. For the first time, it felt like you had something to do other than milk cows, train horses and tidy up the farm. So what if there was potential danger? You probably had more brushes with death every time you stood behind a horse than around Mr. Luthor. 

“It’s not that he’s so sure that I’m from Smallville, it’s that he’s so sure that I’m fr-from… Not from here.” He said softly, and you felt your heart break for him. “He’s been trying to prove that I’m some sort of alien, one from another planet. There’s always been speculation, rumours and whatnot, but I’ve always maintained that I’m a man like anybody else with extra abilities.” You could hear the slight anxiety in his tone, as though he were scared. 

“Well, regardless it’ll be good to find out what he knows. If it turns out to be a lot, then we’ll be prepared. Heck, what’s he gonna do? Tell the press that the man who can fly and shoot fire outta his eyes came from another planet? It won’t change a thing. People have seen what you do and you’ve demonstrated only kindness.” You laid your hand over his chest, the curves of the S symbol dug into your palms softly. 

“You know me, hon. You can probably guess that the first thing I’d done once I started as Superman was look at what the papers were saying. The headlines were all the same, whether here, in North America, or even as far as China. They all said: ‘A Superman is here, and he’s American.’ They even started with that silly little slogan in the papers in the states…”

”Truth, Justice and the American way?” You asked, as you had heard it many times. In the early days of Superman, he’d only been sighted in the states, mainly in the South until eventually the rest of the world started seeing him. You figured that the South must’ve been Clark’s practicing grounds for his hero work until he felt more confident in approaching the rest of the world. 

“See that was a silly thing; I certainly never said that. The papers pushed it, and I suppose it’s their way of feeling safer about my being here.” You furrowed your brow, unsure of what to make of it. Clark seemed so certain that folks needed to believe he was from earth, or at the very least maintain a sense of mystery around that question. 

“I feel we got a bit off track,” you said, leaning your head against his chest now. Instantly, his arms wrapped around your waist and bringing you closer. “We were talkin’ about Mr. Luthor, and whether or not it’s only a hunch or confirmation regarding your birth. We can get to discussing what to do if it turns out he knows once we’re certain, okay?” He hummed in agreement, and burrowed his nose into your scalp, inhaling your scent. 

“So, does that mean you’re good with me going over to Mr. Luthor’s fancy ole mansion? Remember, my daddy and your good friend Lana will be there so…” You felt him stiffen at the mention of Lana, and you bit your lip in satisfaction. 

“Now, like I said, I can’t control what you do but I will caution you to be careful. Don’t go sticking your nose in anything that seems too odd, and please don’t irritate the man. He may not seem like it, but he’s certainly got a short fuse. Also… Lana and I were never particularly close growing up, and it— it isn’t as though I’ve had any communication with her in recent years.” He spoke awkwardly regarding Lana as though he wanted the earth to swallow him up and end the conversation. You however, were not feeling merciful. 

“You still got feelings for her?” You asked nonchalantly, or as nonchalant as one’s lover could sound regarding the topic.

”No! Please, darlin’, don’t make it sound bigger than it was. It was simply a passing fancy, hardly even lasted a week and you know that! It was innocent in fact, we were children and I liked that she had red shoes. You got no reason to suspect anything of her and I.” His voice damn near squeaked by the end and it amused you, truly. 

“Now who said anything about suspicion? I was just asking a simple question, is all. After all, a girl can’t be too sure. My nana says men can be sly sometimes.” Your nana said a lot of things, some things you believed, and others you kept for moments such as this. Clark made it too easy to play with him. 

“Well, your granny never did like me,” he said with a sigh. “She told me I take up too much space and remind her of a sad cat in the rain. But she is a wise woman, so do listen to her… But please know that it’s only ever been you, and it’ll always be you for me.” His arms felt tighter around you, as if he were scared you’d push him away. You felt your heart melt at his words, and a twinge of guilt filled your gut because of your teasing. Clark really was like a sad cat out in the rain, you couldn’t poke fun at him without feeling like a monster after. It was something about his honesty and his kindness that made cruelty seem impossible.

That was why men like Lex Luthor had to be taken down. After all, he could see all the good that Superman could do, and he still had a problem with him. That meant something was wrong, deeply wrong with that man. 

“Oh Kal,” you said softly and leaned up as high as needed to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I was only teasing ya. Don’t you worry, there’s nothing and nobody out there who can make me doubt you.” 

He smiled, closed mouth but the skin around his eyes crinkled all the same. “Please stay safe, okay? I know I’ll be in the same city, but Metropolis… It’s not like Smallville. I imagine Luthor’s residence is crawling with who knows what ready to manipulate you somehow. So please, just remember that I’m the bulletproof one in this relationship, alright?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his humour before you nodded your head. 

You weren’t sure if you could keep to your word. You had a feeling that to figure out Luthor, it would involve some sleuthing and a lot of chatting with the man himself. You felt ready, as ready as you could be at least. 

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Hey girlieee💕, are you still doing starbuster or is it on hold?

Let me know 😘

hii, i am back from the dead and also got my shit together for the last time!!!!! OFFICIALLY am out of contract hell & locked in on a permanent job in my dream role :’)

anyway me me me me me, in terms of star burster and my other long awaited fics?? yes i’m returning from my evil hiatus. no schedule yet but I’ll be dropping the next chap on monday.

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[kirietown]

just saw ur recent answered ask and that's so sad I've been looking forward to bad boyfriend updates :')

i knowww, it put me in such a slump but we will break the writer curse !!! revised version needs some editing and my work schedule this week is a bit rocky so it should be posted in a few days, fingers crossed and i can go back to updating regularly

[kirietown]

Star Burster | Part XVIII 18+

pairing: clark kent x f!reader

summary: and suddenly you find your purpose, but isn’t it a tad bit foolish?

content: reader’s mother is her own warning

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word count: 1.4K

a/n: a filler chapter as I readjust to posting again :p

When your mother woke you up the next morning to scold you for sleeping in, you were half convinced the previous night had been some sort of long dream. It wasn’t until you sat up and felt the soreness between your thighs that you smiled and realized all of it had really happened. 

“I have no idea what’s the matter with ya these days,” your mother barked. “You missed sending Clark off, dontcha know that ain’t polite as his lady? Yer lucky the boy’s obsessed with you, else I’d be worried he’d find a much more civilized match in Metropolis.” You scoffed at her words, but at the same time it couldn’t erase the grin on your face. Last night had been filled with wonders, and although the news of Clark’s immortality was hard to wrap your head around, you opted to avoid dwelling on it. The two of you had enough drama going on as is, ain’t no sense focusing on something that would only be relevant further down the road.

That’s what you told yourself at least, but there was a slowness in your work today, almost as though something was weighing you down subconsciously.

…

Due to your late start, it wasn’t until the early evening that you’d finished all your chores. You were on your last dish when you spotted your father returning home in a fancy car. You could see him and familiar bald head walking over the house from your view through the window. It looked like that Lex Luthor fella was still in town despite his insistence on having a busy schedule. You dried your hands and walked over to the front door to greet them, suddenly a bit anxious as you recalled Clark’s warnings that Luthor was an enemy of his. 

“Welcome home pa, and hello to you Mr. Luthor, glad the Smallville heat hasn’t scared you off yet.” You played it safe by acting like the ideal host knowing your mother could likely hear you from wherever she was in the house. She was big on manners, even if she thought Mr. Luthor was city boy scum and Lana was a harlot. The one thing your mama sure cared about was making a good impression, it’s why despite her flaws she had a generally good reputation across town as a good woman. 

“Is Lana not with y’all?” You knit your brows, curious as to why the woman wasn’t with them. From the moment she stepped back in Smallville it was like she was Mr. Luthor’s shadow. 

”it’s a pleasure to be here,” Lex replied. “And no, I’ve given Lana some time off to stay with her family. As you know she hasn’t been in Smallville for a few years and has been eagerly insisting on seeing all her relatives.” It made sense, Lana‘s ma had always been a clingy one. Gossip around town suggested that Lana had run off to Metropolis without her permission so you assumed they must have been having quite the emotional reunion. 

“Ah, well that’s good for her.” You stepped aside to allow the two men to pass, and noticed your father seemed to have his thinking face on. That was usually not a bad sign, but when it involved Mr. Luthor, you didn’t feel too sure. You listened as your father called for your mother to come join them in the living room, you hadn’t been told anything and so you awkwardly trailed along. Your father sat on his usual chair, whilst Mr. Luthor made himself comfortable on the couch, which is to say he sat very stiffly as though he had a stick up his ass. Your mother soon joined, sitting on your granny’s rocking chair while you stood to the side against the opening that led into the kitchen. 

“Mr. Luthor—“

”Please, call me Lex, all of you, I insist.” 

“Lex,” your father restated firmly. “— has offered that I go and meet with some of the environmentalists and other external departments he’s bringing into town. I just wanted to let you folks know, in case there’s anything we have to deal with regarding the farm.” Your father’s words were careful, as if he was worried over your mother blowing up over this. It seemed despite their long marriage, your father still hadn’t realized that your mother would never risk looking crazy in front of city folk. So her next response didn’t surprise you whatsoever.

”Oh, there’s no need to worry! You boys go handle your business; the farm will be fine. We got plenty of hands here now that the twins are finally old enough to use the tractors.” The twins were a set of your many cousins, they had just turned 15 a few months ago and had been trained by your father in most of the heavy equipment. Anything they couldn’t do, one of their many older brothers could. You had quite a large extended family, which was normal for most of Smallville, aside from the Kents really, who were both only children. You had heard that Jonathan Kent had a few siblings growing up but they’d all passed away young. 

“That’s right daddy, everything will be completely fine. You should enjoy your time in the city, maybe bring me back a souvenir? If the trip ain’t too long either you can probably hitch a ride back with Clark, Jimmy and Perry,” you said, not too worried yourself. Your father wasn’t an important figure nor did he have any sort of connection with Superman. So, it wouldn’t make sense for Lex to want to hurt or use him for any sort of reason. Besides, he could use a few days away from the farm. 

“Why don’t you join them as well,” your mother spoke up, shocking you. “Mr— Lex, would you mind? It would be nice for her to see the big city, she hasn’t been in years.” Your eyes widened, looking from her to your father, and then to Lex who had spoken up.

”Of course, I have plenty of room in my house for her stay. I can also have Lana create an itinerary so that I can ensure she make the most of her time there.” You noticed how much like your parents he was, as he hadn’t looked at you once. He spoke of you as though you weren’t in the room, like some sort of dog he had to watch. You wanted to say something snarky, but held back. You weren’t interested in ladder climbing nor did you care about what he had to show you. For the first time in a while, an experience was put into your hands. Lex Luthor was curious about you, he was curious about Superman, and you were going to get to the bottom of it. You weren’t ignorant toward the rumours that had circulated around town about you; some of them were tame and suggested you were troublesome, perhaps intentionally for attention from the hero. Other rumours suggested he had some sort of obsession with you, jealously ruined your wedding and flew off with you. It was all horse shit, sort of, and you thought Lex would have more intelligence than to believe in small town gossip, but it seemed he must be quite desperate for any proximity to your dear lover in the sky. 

It was a bit selfish on your part, but you suddenly felt overcome by intrigue. Was your theory correct, was it all based off gossip? Or maybe he knew something else about you? It would be good to figure out just how much intel he had on Clark. As well, perhaps, you could discover his weaknesses, learn his secrets while you were in his home and you could tell Clark all about it! 

It was naive, and perhaps a bit foolish, but for once in your life you felt as though you had a purpose. You could help Clark, you could be the one putting in the work to go out there and do something. So you smiled, and eagerly told them you’d start packing right away as the two men hoped to begin their travels tomorrow afternoon.

Later that night, Clark visited as promised. His brows had furrowed at the sight of your packed suitcase near the edge of your bed. In your excitement you shared what had happened, and your hopes for discovering Luthor’s plans. His response? 

“Absolutely not.”

[kirietown]

I fear i have read starbuster for like the 10th time now...... and i wanna do it again✨️✨️✨️

check back in tomorrow night for more to read ;)

[kirietown]

pls do more clark fics set in a diff time period!! i love the one u did w clark thats set in the 1800s its so cool and fresh to read

thank you! I’m glad to hear that tbh, I have a concept of sort of an isekai plot in development? basically where f!reader wakes up in the fictionalized 1930s of the original Superman run and still has her memories of the real modern world. not sure when I’ll release it because i want to focus on finishing star burster but im excited for it as i already have a few ideas cooking up related to it

i think I’ll also be releasing a winter holiday special one shot soon starring outlaw / cowboy clark,— takes place in the mid 1800s with a more grounded approach than star burster ;)

[kirietown]

Hii r u still posting?js asking cuz u havent in awhile and im abit new

i am alive! had some personal stuff come up unfortunately, i have a track record of winter always sucking but i am in a much better spot now. additionally, i had a “last straw” moment when somehow the next chap of bad boyfriend got deleted/erased and i seemingly couldn’t do anything to get it back… (still crying over this)

but i am back, and excited to update star burster especially alongside my other neglected works :)

[kirietown]

Star Burster | Part XVII 18+

pairing: clark kent x f!reader

summary: you find out your life with Superman is really just your life with Superman.

content: smut, bathtub sex, heavy into human mortality, angst of a bittersweet nature

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word count: 1.7K

a/n: some inspiration from Superman Kryptonite spectrum and all star Superman in this chapter, real ones know we are in for a world of angst

The collision of your thighs against the inner rim of the bath tub should have been painful, if not for the overwhelming pleasure you were experiencing. You had hardly settled into the tub a few minutes before Clark’s hands were pulling at your tits and he had you bent over, his cock pummelling into you at an inhuman speed. The only sounds in the room were the sloshing of hot water and slapping of his skin against your ass. 

 His right hand was gripping your waist tightly while the other was wrapped your stomach, shielding your delicate skin from the curve of the tub. It was arousing how safe he made sure you were even when chasing his own pleasure. You could feel his length thrusting deeper inside of you as he angled his hips. Its head kissing your cervix enough that you knew for sure you’d feel him inside you for another week at least. You shrieked as he hit an especially squishy spot inside you, finally sending you over the edge as you squeezed around him. The sounds of water splashing around you, and his breath against your ear were enough to nearly lull you to sleep. That is, until he angled again, spreading your legs wider as his cock drove deeper into your cunt. He stilled for a moment before freeing himself from your walls. You sighed shakily as you felt his cum trickle onto your back, painting your skin with his essence. 

“Sorry if I was a bit rough,” he said softly. His chest was now pressed against your back as though he didn’t mind his own juices sticking to his abs. “You just… You’re addictive, I don’t know how I survived all these weeks since our first time. N— Not that it’s all I think about, it’s just—“ He cut himself off at the sound of your giggle, its noise echoing. You were currently in  what Clark referred to as his therapeutic room. It was a large room, hot in temperature despite its location in the icy fortress. It had a sun roof, and directly beneath it was a large heated tub. 

“I’m doing it again, ain’t I? Where you said I over explain and make myself look like a jerk.” 

“My exact words were look like an ass actually,” you laughed. “But yes, yes you did.” Despite your words, you moved closer to him, your side now pressed against him as he scooped up hot water and cleaned your back. The intimacy was still new to you, and frankly you still had a bit of anxiety in your gut regarding your mother and all her purity nonsense. But frankly, you liked getting your fix a hell of a lot more than you were scared of your mother, and at the end of the day it wasn’t any of her business… 

“I suppose it just can’t be helped,” he sighed as he pressed a kiss against your neck. His hands rubbed all over you as though he was trying to memorize the feeling of your skin. Ever since you’d said I love you, it was as though he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

You shut your eyes, and welcomed his affections for a moment before opening them once more and asking the question that had been on your mind. “What did you say this tub was for again? It got magic or something? I feel so good…” You had been seated on your knees, usually after a while the position would be painful but you felt alright. Regardless you moved to sit on Clark’s lap, floating a bit due to the water’s buoyancy. 

“I can assure you the only magic is the technologies used to keep this water heated and filtered for cleaning. It’s commonly used to help my muscles relax after particularly hard days. The yellow sun is a source of power and rejuvenation for me so the skylight helps.” It was nighttime now, so the light casted came from the moon and the strange light contraptions on the walls of the fortress. 

“So the sun gives you your powers? How come you can still fly at night?” You asked curiously, your head now rested against his shoulder as he stroked your hip. 

“Well it isn’t like the sun disappears at night entirely. Try to think of me like a battery almost, I’m good on my own but I need to recharge eventually from the most dependable source there is— the sun. I know a fella who gets his powers from a magical lantern, ain’t that something?” You laughed at the outrageousness. 

“I forgot there’s more folks like you out there, I’m a bit jealous of y’all. It’d be nice to be able to fly around all willy nilly but I don’t think I could handle the stress of taking care of the world. Folks everywhere get into trouble and need help all the time. Hell, I remember back when I had to watch that stupid orange cat for Petey and the thing kept tryna get itself killed! That’s what humans must be like to you, always getting into trouble…” He chuckled at your words, a deep sound that shook your whole body.

”There’s a lot of good folks out there, but you’re right that there’s bad things happening all the time… It can be tough, sometimes I try to tune it out but I have to remind myself that for good to exist there’s gonna have to be bad.” His words were soft as his lips traced against the skin of your cheek, softly peppering kisses between sighs. It was overwhelming to be loved by someone like Clark, to know he could feel everything, see everything and still pick you. 

“Is it hard?” You asked suddenly, his lips paused against you, frozen as he awaited your next words. “You can hear for miles, and got a nose stronger than fifty bloodhounds I bet; and I know that because as soon as I figured out you was Superman I realized how ya always seemed to know when my mama would be baking her special cookies.” It was true, for years your mother joked that Clark must have had a sixth sense because the minute those cookies came out the oven, he’d be knocking on that door like he’d personally been summoned.

“Ha! I was sure those cookies would’ve been what exposed me ages ago, I couldn’t resist… And to answer your question, I’ve had most of my life to consider how different I am. To you and others, I imagine it’s hard to grasp the concept of my senses being so fine tuned but for me it’s just like any noise.” 

“Yeah, but noise all the time? I guess you’re right but I feel like I’d go crazy after a while. I like my silence, especially when it’s time to sleep.” Speaking of, you could feel yourself growing tired as by now you’d typically be in bed and practically dead to the world.

”You won’t believe this but I actually don’t need to sleep,” he said and you could practically feel his smirk against your skin. 

“You’re right, I don’t believe ya!” He laughed, this time more quietly as though he were considering his next words.

”Like I said, to me it’s just how my body works. I do admit, I was terrified as a kid when my vision first started to adapt to my Kryptonian abilities. It was a lot to be aware of human’s mortality especially at such a young age, seeing skin cells on others, just decaying constantly without growing back.” His words caused you to freeze, unsure of how to feel as you imagined little Clark all confused and terrified at the world, watching people’s bodies slowly die right before his eyes. But then you considered his words and felt dread fill your stomach, nearly suffocating you as you came to a realization. 

“Just others?” He hummed against your skin, as though confused. “Just others, Clark? Not your own skin?” You could feel him tense, as though he had realized he spoke more than he should have. For a few moments, he was quiet, and it was then you realized you understood what he meant by being surrounded by noise. Despite his quiet, the world was far from silent, as you could hear the trickling of water from the tub around you. The soft buzzing of mindless chatter of the autonomous men as they moved in the outer halls. You could also hear the soft sound of Clark’s slow breathing as he considered your words. Clark was right, sometimes things could be quiet, but the world was never truly silent so long as you just focused. 

“No,” he said. “If not killed, then I think I may just live forever.” His words were soft, and if there was any indication that he was unsure or if perhaps it was only a guess, you couldn’t hear it. No, Clark sounded very sure, in fact the only other time you’d heard him sound so certain of anything was the first time he told you I love you. 

“I’m glad,” you said so softly that you were barely even sure if you’d said it at all. “The world is always gonna need a Superman.” You meant it, you really did mean it, but why did it feel like you were dying? Hell, you were dying— every single day you lived was a day closer to when your body would shut down entirely, and Clark would be the first to notice. He was still quiet, you didn’t turn around to face him or to reassure him that this didn’t change anything because the truth was it changed everything, it just felt selfish to acknowledge it. The only thing you could do was look down at your own fingers, for once taking note of how the water pruned them so wrinkly. For the first time, despite your young age and relatively good health, you considered your own mortality.

“I love you,” Clark said. It was soft, different than usual. It had the same effect as the I love you’s your father would give you after a good scolding growing up. The kind of I love you that really meant I’m sorry. 

[kirietown]

Star Burster | Part XVI 18+

pairing: clark kent x f!reader

summary: hi mtv, welcome to my crib, over here we have the shrunken city of kandor

content: cunnilingus, smut, penetrative sex, pull out method strong (pls use protection ok)

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word count: 2.7K

a/n: this fic so happy n cute rn but u can see i am cooking up stuff… maybe angst in particular but who knows… next chapter we will make some discoveries, maybe u can take a guess as to what

It felt strange to walk with your inner thighs so soaking wet. The cold of the fortress didn’t help either, instead it allowed for you to focus on the stark contrast much more. The fortress wasn’t too cold as Clark explained the fortress had some sort of system to keep the air cool instead of freezing,— despite this, the air still felt like an unwanted touch as you walked through the hall and into the next door.

”Those… People? What were they? I haven’t seen anything like them before.” After your interruption, Clark hadn’t said much to you. Instead he bickered with the two before leading you elsewhere. The fortress was quite large, and as you passed the halls with him you noted countless rooms where you could see some more of those metallic folks. Each one greeted you both as you passed, and they seemed to be quite a friendly bunch.

”They’re… autonomous mechanical assistants, initially created by my father, Jor-El, to safeguard Kryponian history and knowledge in order for me to learn. Sorry if they gave you quite the fright, their socialization is quite limited to Kryptonian etiquette which I… I noticed seems to be more open and invasive compared to Kansas.” He said with a sigh.

”I would say more shocked than frightened, but invasive how?” You heard him sigh once more before he turned his head to look down at you directly as you walked. His eyes were impossibly blue, somehow still not diluted by the bright lights or white walls of the fortress. 

”Their programming instilled them with the need to protect me, or perhaps specifically conserve Kryptonian lineage. They focus their attention on my health, or more specifically my sexual reproductive health… It can get a bit annoying.” You were certain it wasn’t the cold that caused Clark’s cheeks to darken a cherry red. A grin made its way onto your face at his confession. 

“I see,” you said. “And have they had to pry into said health? Have you… Brought any other gals into the fortress before?” You raised a brow, your tone obviously joking knowing that there was no way Clark had any experience aside from yourself. However… You now wondered how he knew to use his tongue the way he did earlier… 

He looked at you bewildered. “N-never! You— You’re the first woman, heck, person I brought back here. Besides, you’re the own—only woman I could ever want.”

”Easy there Clark,” you said with a chuckle. “I’m just teasin’ ya.” It was hard sometimes for Clark and Superman to really be one person in your brain. But in moments like these, especially when his good old stutter would return, you could blend them together like the yellow and clear bits of a cracked egg. 

“You’re gonna put me in an early grave,” he muttered softly. Despite his words, his eyes only carried fondness for you. You were so caught up in them you hadn’t realized you two had walked into a large room. This one was filled with various objects on top of small pillars, though each were covered by glass covers. 

“What’s all this?” You stepped closer to one that caught your eye, it was located in the centre of the others and looked like it contained a miniature model. You leaned forward, your nose barely touching the glass before Clark carefully yanked you back. It appeared to be a miniature city of some kind, though its architecture was unlike any city you had ever seen.

”This room is filled with various items of importance that I’ve had to hold onto for safety measures. That one in particular,” he said pointing his head towards the miniature city that caught your eye. “Is the shrunken city of Kandor. I’ve been working on figuring out a way to restore its size and free its people.” 

You felt a chill go down your spine, and took a step back suddenly terrified of your close proximity to the glass. “You’re saying there’s people living in that little city and that they used to be regular sized?” You were shocked, suddenly frightened by the ethics of it all.

”An enemy of mine, Brainiac, had shrunk down and stolen the city a few years before Krypton’s destruction. I was able to retrieve it from him, but cannot restore it to regular size in a permanent and safe manner.” He sighed, stepping closer to the glass, his hand reaching towards it before dropping down to his side. “They… They hadn’t even known of Krypton’s destruction before I found them. I am able to shrink down using technology to visit them and update their leaders on our progress. I view my inability to free them as my biggest failure, but they assure me that they’ve lived like this for over two decades now and don’t mind the wait. But still…” 

“Knowing you Clark, I don’t doubt that you’ve been trying your hardest to help them people.” Your brows knitted in worry, however. “I never realized just how much you got sitting on your plate. You’re truly something Clark. One day you’ll free them, if anyone can do it, it’s gotta be you.” Your cheeks heated up, and you felt shy all of a sudden. You moved around the room, hoping to avoid Clark’s watchful eye.

”What’s this one? It’s the only one not in glass,” you asked. You were in front of another pillar, though this one had a sealed metal box attached to its top. You didn’t know what was inside, and after learning about Kandor, you opted to keep a bit of distance between yourself and the box.

”Inside that, is perhaps the only substance on Earth that could kill me,” he said softly. You turned back to look at him in shock. Kill? “It’s Kryptonite, the science behind what it does is still unknown. But it’s remnants of Krypton that arrived with me from space. When it comes into contact with me, well, my organs slowly begin to shut down.” Sensing your growing worry, he moved closer to the box and tapped it with his knuckles. “Not to worry, this box is incased with lead, so it can’t affect me. Lead is… Another area of weakness for me, it blocks out Kryptonite radiation, however, I can’t see through it using my x-ray vision.” 

“You sure you should be telling me all this? What if I use it against ya?” Clark only chuckled, taking your hand in his and leading you to the next room. 

“Why? You planning on killing me one day? I think my future wife ought to know everything about me; the good, the bad and the dangerous. I want you to know everything, there’s still a lot here to show you and I hope you get the chance to understand me better.” You smiled at his words, glad to see how vulnerable he could get with you. It was still a bit unnerving, as you weren’t used to men being as open as Clark. But you were grateful nonetheless.

The new room he took you into seemed to be some sort of small library. It was filled with rows of scrolls, books and similar looking devices. In the centre of the room was a large desk that had some more organized books laid atop it. You noticed many of the titles on the shelves were in human languages, some you recognized from seeing foreigners write in their home languages. You were impressed by the collection, even spotting a few titles you recognized by prominent authors.

”Is this your own little library?” You asked after you dropped his hand and raced between the shelves and inspected the materials. 

“Why yes it is,” he said. “Despite what you may think, due to my speed I am a person with quite a lot of time on my hands. For the most part I do research here on various topics such as the situation with Kandor. Though I also…” His voice trailed off, as though unsure of how to continue. You turned your head away from the shelf to face him. You furrowed your brows when you noted his eyes were on a particular shelf in front of him. You walked over until you stood right in front of him and stared at the shelf that had him so fixated. You scanned the titles, your heartbeat nearly skipping an interval once you realized what you were looking at.

”Is that…?”

”W— Well, you always mention the books you read and I just thought— just thought that maybe I should read them too? And I did, all of them, ev— every one you mentioned. I— I thought it would give us something to talk about, but I suppose I never had the courage to bring them up to you.” He turned to look at you, his eyes earnest. “I like knowing you. Now that I say it aloud it doesn’t make much sense. I suppose— I suppose I mean that by reading the things you do I felt closer to you. I wish now I had the courage to talk to you about it, there’s been quite a few books that left me frustrated afterward and I was dying to share with you.” His face had gone tomato red as he stuttered his way through his explanation. On the shelves in front of you were countless books, each and every title one you recognized as they had been ones you had read. Even ones you faintly remember only mentioning in passing to Clark.

He had been reading them? All of them, all this time? You had no words, you didn’t know what to think at all. Instead you only embraced him, your arms wrapped around his waist tightly. The fabric of his costume was rough against your skin, but you only held on tighter and refused to let go. 

“I love you,” you said softly. It was barely a whisper, and you knew if he was a regular man he wouldn’t have even heard it. But he wasn’t a regular man, and he froze at the sound. You could feel him tense under your arms, as though caught off guard. That was the first time you had told him that, or at least told all of him that. For a long while, you couldn’t wrap your head around the concept of Clark. Superman. Clark. Kal-El. You loved him all the same, and you always had. 

“I love you too,” he said. It wasn’t long before you were lifted into his arms, his lips rough against yours. Your teeth clashed, tongues locked in a tango. You only gripped the back of his head, moaning softly into his mouth as he carried you across the room and laid you gently on the centre table. You were still gripping onto his hair, his lips moved lower to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck. You whimpered at the heat of his skin against yours. Your back arched off the table as soon as you felt him flip the skirt of your dress up, exposing your bare pussy to the cold air.

”You’re still wet for me,” he marvelled. His eyes were focused on your drenched folds, soaking for him. Embarrassed, you closed your legs on instinct, only for his hands to stop you. Gently, he held your thighs and whispered, “don’t hide from me, please. I want to see you. I love seeing you.” You stopped tensing, and watched as his head lowered and licked a strip up your pussy. You arched further, his hands moving to grip your hips to hold you in place as he continued his pursuit. You gasped when you felt his tongue delve into your hole. The sensation was overwhelming, enough to make you cry out from the pleasure but he didn’t stop not until you heard the sound of his costume hitting the floor with a low thump. You glanced up shyly, taking in the sight of his wet cheeks and mouth along with his bare chest. This was your first time technically seeing Clark naked, knowing that it was Clark. The first time together you hadn’t had the time to truly admire his form, and you also didn’t know who he really was at the time.

This time you let your fingers trail up his arms and down his chest. You watched his muscles tense as your skin made contact with his. It was satisfying to know that his blush crept down his neck now, you had the proof in front of you. You continued to trail your hand over his chest, and watched as he lowered his pants. You felt yourself clench at the sight of his erect cock, it was large with a tip that looked an angry red. It was hard to believe he had fit it inside you all those weeks ago, and it was hard to believe he’d fit it inside you again in just a few moments. You braced yourself as he curled his hand around himself, stroking his member carefully before he leaned in and kissed you. 

It was a gentle kiss, but hard enough for him to push you back onto a laying position on the table. Its hard surface surprisingly comfortable, though you couldn’t focus much on it as you felt the head of Clark’s cock brush against your folds. You tensed, only for him to coo and pepper kisses along your nose and cheeks to help you relax. You giggled at his antics, unclenching your thighs a bit as you felt him push through your walls. 

“You’re still so tight,” he groaned against your cheek. You only held onto him, your nails digging into flesh knowing you couldn’t leave a scratch even if you tried. Nonetheless, you gripped him tighter as he continued to push through, his size practically causing him to bully his way inside of you until he was balls deep. It wasn’t long after that he pulled back and began to thrust inside you, his cock spreading you eagerly.

”Please,” you begged. Clark only groaned in response, his cock continuing to fuck you roughly. It felt different than your first time together, back when you felt like strangers. Back then, it was more tender somehow, likely because you were both so curious about the other. But now, he was fucking you like he meant it. You could see it in his eyes, they were focused on your pussy, fixated obsessively as he watched his cock thrust in and out of you. It was overwhelming knowing that he was watching your intimate bits so closely. Knowing he was watching, knowing he was deep inside you with his balls slapping rhythmically against your ass, it was enough to send you over the edge. Your pussy tightened impossibly around him, and his only sign of noticing was the way his fingers dug harshly into the meat of your hips. He didn’t change his speed, nor his position and instead focused on delivering you that pleasure you so craved. After a few moments you felt that familiar snap in your gut and cried out at the sensation. It was only then that Clark quickened his pace, his shoes digging into the floor, likely cracking the ground beneath him as he fucked you like a mad man. 

You felt barely conscious, feeling as though you were outside your own body after the orgasm you had just had. You only snapped out of your head once he pulled out entirely, your pussy suddenly empty and clenching onto cold air. You sat up, a bit upset at the loss of contact only to watch as his cum squirted out of his cock, splattering your exposed breasts and stomach as your dress had tore up at some point during your love making.

You were glad he had delivered on that promise he had made to be careful, but a part of you was disappointed. You missed the sensation of being filled with him, remembering how he leaked out of you long after he had parted. At the very least you knew the soreness would hit soon, maybe that could be the part of him that you could keep. 

The two of you didn’t say anything for a while, only breathing heavily in sync, as he closed in and kissed you softly. He hummed against your skin before pulling away and asked, “perhaps we should get cleaned up together?” You chuckled in response, nodding and praying that there was at least some type of change of clothes available to you here. 

[kirietown]

update

starburster update delayed to tmmw! and regular updates for bad boyfriend will also continue tmmw! sorry about that, but wishing those who celebrate a happy halloween! 🎃

[kirietown]

Star Burster | Part XV

pairing: clark kent x f!reader

summary: he took you back to his fortress then he freaked it

content: cunnilingus, interrupted :(

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word count: 1.9K

a/n: whole tour with some smut in the next chapter ofc

When Clark told you to get into his automobile and make sure the seatbelt was secured, you didn’t know what to expect. You especially were bewildered when he shut the door behind you and didn’t move to take the passenger seat. 

“Clark?” You questioned, your head poking out the door window. He had been crouched down, as though inspecting the bottom of the vehicle. At the sound of your voice however, he stood up to face you. A radiant smile on his face, his white teeth shining in the dark of the night.

”Darlin’ I’m going to need you to sit back, and roll your window up for me, got it?” You nodded, still unsure of what he was planning. You half smiled nonetheless, and rolled your window up and braced yourself— though you were unsure what for.

It wasn’t until you felt the car tilt that you realized Clark was lifting the vehicle over his shoulders. You gripped onto the sides of your seat, suddenly anxious until you felt a sudden pressure under you. It was unlike any other feeling you’d had before, and it was only when you looked directly at the windshield before you that you realized you were floating up in the air. Was this what it felt like to go inside one of them airplanes they had now? You were absolutely fascinated, watching as you went higher into the sky and the stars suddenly seemed much more clear above you now that you were in the clouds. Then suddenly you felt yourself lurch back into your seat, reminding you of that feeling rollercoasters gave you but at least ten times faster. Luckily you were still able to keep your eyes open, watching as the scenery changed as you went across countless regions. 

Where in the world was he taking you?

…

Only a few minutes had passed when you felt the car begin to descend. You were able to sit up now, taking in the countless masses of ice surrounding you. You were so in your thoughts that the sudden sound of ice shifting and the land rumbling caused you to nearly shoot up in your seat if not for your seatbelt. You watched fixated as giant crystal like structures emerged from the ice, it was beautiful. With it came a giant door, concealed by the icicles and was nearly invisible if not for the fact you were so close. It was harder to see now that Clark was planted on the ground, likely still carrying the automobile over his shoulders like it weighed nothing more than a sack of feathers. You could see the doors at mid-height, and after a few moments of taking in your surroundings, they parted and Clark walked you in. Soon after you felt the vehicle gently touch the floor with a loud thump. You sat still, unsure if you could leave until Clark came into view and opened your door. He had his hand out for you to take and you hastily unbuckled your seatbelt before taking it.

”Where are we?”

”This is my Fortress of Solitude hidden in the Arctic. The technology my birth parents brought with me made it so that this place could be created. It’s filled with various history and information that allows me to connect with my lineage.” You nodded, spinning around to see various entryways and halls. Nearby you could see some sort of projector, images were displayed in moving colour. You stepped closer, hesitant to move too far from Clark in case you broke something.

”Those are Kryptonian devices that allow me to store information amongst other things. Twelve predicts humans will likely be using something similar in another hundred years or so.” You were close enough to see the images were projected onto some type of glass; they were skeletal displays of Clark. It was a bit terrifying to see the countless images of his anatomy with strange writing in what you assumed to be Kryptonian. You were so consumed by what you were seeing that you hardly took it in that he had mentioned another person who was aware of this place. 

“Were you studying your own biology? What do all these words mean?” You furrowed your brow, suddenly curious for anything and everything. Was there a reason he was studying himself? Had he been hurt? 

“I admit I have been quite curious on how different I am from regular humans, and how that may also have an effect on… Biological compatibility.” He paused, as though to give you a moment to digest his words. “But it seems my parents chose this planet quite wisely, as there is really nothing about me to suggest incompatibility.”

Compatibility… Did he mean? You thought back to how his seed didn’t take. How at the time you had been going through so many emotions you hadn’t even considered the possibility that he couldn’t even reproduce with you. It was odd now to think it, especially knowing that he had obtained the proof of it…

”Did… You look into this after you thought…” You hadn’t realized it but he had moved closer to you while you had been inspecting the pictures. You could feel his warmth through the winter jacket you had on. He turned you around by your chin, gently. His hand cupped your cheek, making you suddenly aware of the cool temperature of the fortress. It was as if his whole body ran hot. 

“After you’d told me you weren’t pregnant, I felt relieved. Not because I didn’t want to be a father but because I knew how scared you had been. Still, I wanted to check as I wasn’t sure if it was just dumb luck… Or if I really was as different as I felt. You can imagine the joy I felt when I found out it was dumb luck; I’ve always wanted to be a father.” You sighed against his skin, letting its warmth take over you.

”Even if you couldn’t, even if you were hiding another pair of ears or something somewhere. You’ll always be human as they come, Clark.” You meant that, you meant every word. You’d met all sorts of people through your life; some good, some bad, and some who were still figuring out what they wanted to be. Clark wasn’t any different, he’d always be the Kent’s miracle boy. 

“I love you,” he said. “You don’t know how much that means to me. I want to do everything right by you. I want to propose properly, put a ring on your finger, live life with you by my side and settle down where ever you want. I know you feel stuck in Smallville, I know it’s hard being a woman in this world. But I can take you anywhere in a heartbeat; we’re in the Arctic right now, after all.” You didn’t know what to say to him, his words moved you truly. It was just like the books you’d always read, romantic in a way that seemed everlasting. Yet, a part of you still felt so unsure. It was true now, you could go anywhere with him. But still, what would you do with that freedom? Nonetheless, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him.

His mouth traced yours softly, a juxtaposition from his hands which roughly moved to unzip your coat. They immediately moved to cup your breasts, getting to them through your thin dress before the chilly air could. You let out a soft moan, inviting his tongue inside your mouth. You were so close now, your backside now seated on the glass table which displayed the screens you had been fascinated by. Your legs on either side of his, barely managing to cage him in due to his large size. 

“What happened to doing things the right way? Y’know, ring— mhmm,” you shivered, feeling his hands move to slide your dress up. “— wedding, then consummate the union.” He merely chuckled against your neck.

”I don’t think I said anything about consummating after the wedding,” he said. “And I don’t think you seem to mind either.” He tested his theory and moved a hand under your skirts, guided his fingers to your core, and stroked them in your wetness before plunging two inside. You gasped at the feeling, it having been so long since you felt him inside you. 

“I… I suppose,” it was hard to focus with his breath on your neck and his fingers creeping inside your cunt. You shut your ears to focus on his fingers as they reached that soft spot in you. You felt your hips match his rhythm, craving him deep inside you. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed him, how much you ached to join bodies again. Your soft gasps and the sounds of his fingers fucking you echoed through the fortress’ main room. 

“Please,” you moaned softly. He hummed against you before moving to plant a kiss against your cheek. Suddenly, he was on his knees, his fingers still inside you. You wouldn’t have even noticed until you felt the cold air against your face. You opened your eyes, your brow furrowing at the sight of him below you, his head next to your knees as you were still seated.

”What are you doing down there?” You asked, practically shaking from his fingers. He looked up at you, his eyes lustful with blown pupils.

”There’s something I’ve been wanting to try,” he said. You were still confused, but eagerly awaiting for whatever it was he wanted to show you. You shivered as he kissed up your thigh, your stomach in knots, embarrassed by the sight. 

“I don’t… Clark— agh!” You shrieked as soon as his lips met your folds. The sensation unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You could feel his tongue swirling, circling your pearl and leaving you breathless. The heat on your cheeks grew hotter and hotter, embarrassment filling your gut with every slurp of your juices. But at the same time you didn’t want him to stop, your hands moved to play through his hair. With every scratch of your finger nails, his grip on your hip merely tightened. His groans of pleasure only causing you to grow more wet as he continued to flick your clit with his tongue, his fingers on his right hand still stretching your pussy out at the same time. It was overwhelming, you could feel a pressure building up inside you, ready to burst at any moment if he continued his speed. 

“Oh, I believe this display is referred to as cunnilingus in the English language. Kal-El seems to be doing an expert job, bravo!” A voice spoke out, causing you to push Clark away and shifting your skirts to hide your legs from view. You looked up to be met with the sight of some sort of metallic creatures; it was frightening, was the fortress infiltrated by monsters? You turned to Clark, and noticed the only thing on his face aside from your fluids was a look of extreme annoyance. 

“Twelve, Three,” he said. “I assumed you’d give us privacy.” He stood up, blocking you from view, and you were thankful for it as it gave you more time to collect yourself without watchful… eyes? 

“Oh,” the second creature spoke, its voice more distinctly feminine. “Yes I see, shall we turn around?” Clark only sighed, his palms stretching over his face in frustration. 

[kirietown]

Bad Boyfriend | Pt. 5 18+

Summary: you loved your boyfriend, you really did. but sometimes it felt that he couldn’t be bothered to put in the effort. however, after a dog attack, you find him changing for you in more ways than one.

Pairing: atsumu miya x f!reader

Contents: discussions on abuse, possessiveness, threats of violence (towards a third party male)

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word count: 1.6K

a/n: reader might be dismissive of folks telling her of Atsumu’s behaviour as she’s in the denial stages.

You didn’t know if it was guilt or stupidity that made you decide to visit Oikawa in the hospital. Frankly, it was likely a bit of both as you hated hospitals and it would have to take a severe emergency for you to even consider visiting one when you didn’t have to. 

The thing about hospitals was that it reminded you of gymnasiums funny enough. The waiting rooms were boring, but the bright floors and even brighter lights made you think back to the countless matches you’ve spectated. It didn’t help that the staff running around the place also had a similar urgency on their faces you’d only seen in competitive athletes. Perhaps, it was just your brain trying to remind you of Atsumu and the countless missed calls and voicemails left on your phone since yesterday. They ranged from Please talk to me to If I find out you’re talking to another guy I don’t know what I might do to him. Your personal favourite was:

So you got my brother on speed dial now? What? You wanted to see if our dicks are identical too? 

Sorry. I didn’t mean that. Please just call me. 

It was safe to say you weren’t going to be calling him back anytime soon. At least not until he seemed more emotionally regulated. 

The receptionist paid you no mind until you were right in front of her desk. She was young, likely about your age but had an attitude of someone at least a few decades older with how nonchalant her attitude was. Some jobs did that to people, you couldn’t blame her at all. You could imagine the types of stress someone would have to deal with if they worked in a hospital. Still, she didn’t even bother to look up until you questioned her softly. 

“Hello? I’d like to visit a patient,” you said. It was only then that she glanced up, as though it took all the effort in the world. 

“Name?” She asked.

”Oikawa, first name is Toru,” you said. “He was brought in yesterday with a head injury.” 

“Discharged already,” she replied quickly, much to your confusion. She hadn’t even bothered to search on the computer for his name. You raised a brow, unsure, and realized her expression had changed to one of glee. It was the first emotion you’d seen on her face since you’d come in. 

“Yup,” she said. “The hot one, he barely stayed even a half hour. He wouldn’t let the doctors even take a look at him either. Still, he was here long enough to give me his number.” Her smile grew devious until a thought seemingly passed her way. “You better not be his girlfriend or something…” You didn’t respond, only huffed and turned to leave.

…

It didn’t take long to get into contact with Oikawa. You’d lost his number years ago and you’d die before having to message him on Instagram like some fan. You asked around your mutual friends until someone was able to successfully for you his phone number. His response to your message had been immediate.

Hey, can we talk? I wanted to see how you were doing. 

A minute had barely even gone by when you received the address to a well known cafe and a time. The interaction made you feel a bit slimy considering how dismissive his response came across. But knowing Oikawa, if there was one thing you can count on with him, it was efficiency. 

By the time you made it to the cafe, he was already seated. He was dressed in a tight sports jacket and shorts to match. Not exactly fall fashion, but you’d give him a pass this time. His leg cast had been removed, instead you could see the pinkish skin that had been hiding underneath. A slight contrast from the rest of his tanned skin. His skin must have been really irritated, you thought.

You passed by a few tables to get to him. He had secured a good spot in a booth near the back. You weren’t sure how the conversation was going to go and any added privacy was a bonus. As well, this time if he tried any perverted crap, you would scream.

”Hey,” you said as you took the spot across from him. “I hope you’re feeling okay. Why aren’t you in the hospital? That injury looked so rough yesterday.”

“It was nothing, the blood made it look worse than it was. Doctors let me go pretty quick too, which is good. Visits always make me feel like I’m wasting time, y’know?” His words were light, casual even. You would have believed him if not for the receptionist’s words ringing in your ears. He wouldn’t let the doctors even take a look at him either. 

You didn’t question it, as honestly as horrible as it sounds, you really didn’t give a fuck about his personal business. Also, the receptionist could have been wrong too. It wasn’t like she was someone who seemed hyper aware of her work environment, judging by her attitude. 

“That’s good, at least,” you said. You felt awkward now, unsure of how to continue the conversation. You had expected bandages or at least an Oikawa who was drowsy on pain killers. But instead you were greeted by that same fluffy hair and a bruise on his cheek. “I mean, I guess you’re used to injuries, being an athlete since forever.”

”Injuries yes, a deliberate attack on my life? No, not really,” he responded. You froze, unsure of what to say until he continued. “That hit was intentional, anyone with half a brain could tell. Is that why you’re here? You wanna make sure I’m okay so that you can feel less guilty for sticking by that psycho?” 

“He’s not a psycho,” you said. He raised his brow at this. “He said it was an accident so it was an accident. Frankly, if it wasn’t, it was deserved considering you were sexually harassing me moments before it happened or did you conveniently forget that?”

”Sorry about that,” he said. “I got too carried away, I shouldn’t have tried to make you uncomfortable.” You were surprised he’d addressed it. His voice was solemn and his expression serious for once. You nodded in response, accepting his apology but you wouldn’t forget what had happened. 

“Still though,” he spoke again. “Deserved or not, does he get violent like that often? I just… I feel a bit worried for you.” Your reaction was instant, your eyes widened in shock and for a few seconds you had no idea what to even say before you were able to come up with a response.

”I admit… In recent weeks he’s become a bit high strung, tense and a little agitated. But he never has, and never will lay a hand on me. He’s just not that kind of person.” You sounded sure, and you were. Despite his issues, and despite the conflicts you had been having you knew he would never hurt you like that, ever.

”Okay,” he said. “Still though you shouldn’t put up with any of his bullshit if he’s been taking out his anger on you… Abuse can be verbal too. I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear that from, but I have to at least say something or it would keep me up at night.” Mentally, you felt immediately on the defence, as though you had to defend Atsumu from that sort of accusation. But at the same time you acknowledged that Oikawa wasn’t accusing him of anything, he was just looking out for you, despite your past with him.

”Like I said, he’s just not that kind of guy,” You could hear the slamming of his locker from yesterday, ringing in your brain. “That’s just not him. But like I said, he has been especially irritable lately.” Oikawa looked at the table, suddenly unable to look you in the eye. 

“Has he been that way since that dog attack?” 

“What’s your obsession with that anyway?” You asked, tilting your head. It was like he always found a way to get back to it, it was odd, even for him.

He shrugged his shoulders, and looked a bit hesitant before he responded. “A few months ago… A teammate of mine had a similar incident, some dog scratched his face at a party. The injury was nasty, but he healed up fast… But after that? Entirely different person; violent, moody. It got to a point where he was kicked off the team. The crazy part? Nobody’s heard from him since, it’s like he fell off the face of the Earth.” 

“I see,” you weren’t sure what to think. It made you nervous, what if it was some type of brain infection, like rabies or something? Could Atsumu die? 

“Crazy part is,” he continued. “I think he got worse the closer he got to the next full moon. He’d be talking about smells and colours, and he was so fixated on the sky at night. It was like—“

”God you’re such an asshole,” you snapped, standing up from your seat. “What? I thought you were being fucking serious. Werewolves? Are you kidding me?” You should have known he was deceiving you. That’s what he did after all; he pretended to care, got you hooked onto his lies before letting it unravel and leaving you looking like an idiot. 

“Hold on—“

You didn’t wait for what he had to say. Instead, you turned and left, abandoning him at the cafe. You didn’t bother to even feel embarrassed at the countless eyes staring at you due to the scene you’d caused. 

Oikawa was unbelievable.