Lacey Bunny

Patrick Melrose <3 | Julie 🫧 Fanfic Writer 𐙚 Bunny reincarnated

[laceybunbun]

My homepage!! Lacey and Bunny ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

Julie - she/they 17-19! 🐇

Obsessed with Benedict Cumberbatch

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───୨ৎ───"Clark Kent Masterlist<3"

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[laceybunbun]

Promise I’ll post you guys’ requests tomorrow !!

ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) feel free to request for any character, my loves 🤍

edit - experienced writer's curse TvT, I'll get right back to writing requests!

[laceybunbun]

Puppy's Bone

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ blurb - clark kent x puppy!reader

Summary - the desk is piled with papers and deadlines closing in, Clark swears he'll get back to work, but his puppy's sloppy little throat is too distracting.

tw - 18+, MDNI, smut, cockwarming (oral fixation), petplay kink, spit play/messy oral, power dynamics, praise kink, light degradation, workplay kink

notes - since everyone liked the bunny one :3, why not a puppy this time?

—Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated ᥫ᭡

Clark's desk lamp flickered, casting a soft yellow glow over the clutter of papers and his clatter keyboard. His right hand moved steady, typing out the final lines of his article, but his left hand was trapped—because you were in your knees, cheek resting against his thigh, lips wrapped tight around two of his fingers.

He hadn't meant to give them to you, but you'd whined until he caved, slipping them into your mouth to pacify you. Now they were slick to the knuckle, drool running down his hand, dribbling off your chin onto his trousers and the carpet below.

"Love..." His tone cracked on the word, eyes fixed on the glowing screen. "You're makin' a mess down there."

You only moaned around his fingers, tongue swirling greedily, sucking harder like you wanted to pull the marrow out of him. Every time he twitched to take his hand back, you whined and pawed at him, clinging until he relented.

"Five more minutes, honey," he promised through his clenched teeth, fingers flexing against your tongue. "Let me just finish this draft, then I'll—fuck—then I'll give you what you want."

But five minutes were too long. You slipped off his fingers with a wet pop and a pitiful whimper, nuzzling at his thigh until your face pressed against the hard bulge in his slacks. He cursed under his breath, hand trembling over the keyboard.

"Persistent little thing, aren't you," he muttered, reaching down at last. His zipper slid open, and his pulsing length spilled free—already sweetened with pre-cum, flushed, leaking just from watching you ruin yourself on his hand.

"Alright, puppy," he smiled, teasing now, guiding you close. "If you need it that bad, then warm me. Sit pretty with your mouth full and let me work."

You were on him in seconds, lips stretching wide as you sank down his length, spit bubbling and sliding past the gap between your warm cheeks and his slicked cock to drool off your chin. You gagged lightly, throat fluttering around his fat tip, but you didn't pull back—your eyes rolled up at him, glassy and wet, desperate for his approval.

Clark's breath caught, his typing faltering. "Pup," he groaned, left hand tangling in your hair, holding you steady. His cock sat heavy on your tongue, drool spilling freely as you tried to take more, choking yourself just to throat him deep.

"Good puppy," he rasped, hips bucking when you bottomed him out. "You're so messy—so fuckin' messy. You like sittin' there droolin' all over yourself while I work, huh Can't go five minutes without havin' something to suck on."

You whimpered around his cock, spit dripping onto your chest now, strings of it connecting your lips to the thick base every time you bobbed shallowly before sinking back down. He groaned helplessly, glasses all messed up, words on the screen turning sloppy as his focus fractured.

"Supposed to be finishin' this story," he muttered, breathless, eyes locked on the slick mess of your mouth around him. "But how the hell am I supposed to write when puppy's makin' love to my cock like this?"

You blinked up at him, spit-slick cheeks hollowing around him as you gagged again, throat convulsing, saliva gushing down his shaft in filthy rivulets. His chair creaked as he sagged back, one big hand unsure on the keyboard, the other gripping your head like he couldn't decide whether to push you deeper or pull you off.

"Goddamn it," he groaned, biting down on his lip as his thighs twitched under you. "Be a good puppy. Keep me warm—open wide, yeah—fuck—keep me warm 'til I'm done, and then I'll fuck you on the couch, hm?"

And you waited, messy and drooling and obsessed, his cock nesting in your throat while Clark Kent, Pulitzer-winning journalist and part-time savior of the world, tried—and failed—to finish his article with his needy puppy choking happily on his lap.

—requests are open for any character ! Clark Kent Masterlist<3

[b0rntol1ve]

when he calls me a little girl to belittle me but little does he know i lowkey like it

[laceybunbun]

more "bouncing like a bunny" on clarks big fat cock please ✋🏻🤤🙏🏻 i like the visual so much

Bunny's Turn

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ blurb - clark kent x bunny!reader

summary - kneel, squeeze, bounce—Clark's stress relief has never been filthier

tw - 18+, MDNI, smut, dom/sub dynamics, petnames, breast play/titjob, unprotected sex, cowgirl position, praise kink/begging, mild degradation, creampie

notes - I switched it up a little, hope you guys will still enjoy it. ily all. Not proofread !

—Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated ᥫ᭡

Clark was already loose-tied and slouched when you found him on the couch, one hand braced over his eyes like the world had chewed him up and spit him out. He looked every bit like Superman stripped down to Clark Kent—tired, frustrated, stretched thin.

He didn't even hear you pad into the living room until you were kneeling between his knees, smoothing your hands up his thighs. "Poor thing," you whispered, pressing your cheek against the firm line of his leg. "All that weight on your shoulders, hm? Why don't I take care of you?"

He opened his mouth to protest, but you were already unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free, flushed and heavy, and his whole body jolted like he had been shocked. "Sweetheart—" he rasped, but his breath broke when you spat into your cleavage, squeezing your breasts together before wrapping them around him.

His breath hitched. You rocked forward, sliding him between the plush heat of your tits, "Bun," he threw his head back, "Oh, fuck." His big hands twitching like he didn't know whether to grab your hair or the couch.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" you teased, spit slicking your cleavage so every bounce dragged wet heat over his girth. "You just sit there and be my good boy." You worked him slow at first, rocking your chest so the fat head of his cock kept slipping free, brushing your lips. You kissed it with a filthy smile.

His breath stuttered, hips bucking just slightly, "God—honey, don't talk like that—" Clark groaned, deep and desperate, "Look at you—fuck, let me come, baby. You're too good—"

"Mhm," you hummed, sliding faster, smothering him in softness. "My good boy's losing it already? Can't even last through a titjob?"

"Yeah," he gasped, and the sheer need in his voice made your cunt ache with dripping need. "Please, baby, lemme come—I can't"

You pulled off with a cruel little smile and crawled into his lap, lining his throbbing cocktip against your soaked sex. "Shh. You can. You're gonna be such a good boy for me."

You sank down on him at all once, burying all his length into your soppy folds, Clark's cry was raw, almost broken, his hands pulling you tight to his chest as though he'd fall apart without the anchor.

And then you started to bounce.

Little, quick hops at first, your cunt sucking him in on every descent, making his hips jerk up to pound you balls deep from below. His eyes locked on the in and out of his girth stretching your cunt, wide and sloppy. "Jesus Christ—bunny—fuck, you feel so warm inside—love watchin' you hop on my cock...don't stop—"

Hopping on him in short, hungry bounces that had the couch creaking. He sounded ragged and filthy. You cupped his jaw, riding him harder, pressing your forehead to his. "That's it, Clarkie. Let go. My good boy, let your bunny fuck the stress out of you."

And he did—shuddering beneath you, undone and helpless, nesting in his favorite bunny hole.

—requests are open for any character ! Clark Kent Masterlist<3

[laceybunbun]

ok hear me out… mid fuh clark won’t let u finish if you don’t look in his eyes EXCEPT you can’t like full cross eyed/closed eyed, incoherent, round… who-even-knows-any-more. if u can/will THANK YOU SO MUCH

Look or Be Denied

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ meanie!clark kent x reader

Summary - Clark won't let you come unless your eyes are locked on his. Every flutter of your lashes earns you denial, every second you hold his gaze earns you praise. Torn between his coaxing and his scolding, you learn that surrender isn't just in your body—it's in your eyes.

tw - 18+, MDNI, smut, praise kink + degradation mix (scolding/commanding language), orgasm denial, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, overstimulation

notes - you're welcome, darling <3 not proofread

—Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated ᥫ᭡

You were gone, stretched open around him, the headboard rattling with every brutal snap of Clark's hip. He was restless, the heavy weight of him pressing you down, cock drilling so deep it made your toes curl. You were so close—right there, right on the edge—

And then he slowed.

You cried out, writhing beneath him, nails dragging down his shoulders in frustration. He caught your chin in his big hand, forcing your gaze up to his. Sweat beaded along his brow, chest heaving, but his voice was steady, cutting through the haze.

"Eyes. On. Me."

You blinked up to him, lashes wet, trying to obey—but your eyes fluttered shut again as another wave of pleasure surged.

He growled, pulling almost all the way out, leaving you empty and throbbing. His cock slapped wetly against your swollen cunt before he slid back in slow, cruel inches. "No. Uh-uh. You don't get to cum if you can't even look at me. You wanna fuck yourself stupid on my cock? Then you better show me those eyes."

"Clarkie, please...ah," you whined, chest panting, thighs trembling around his waist.

HIs hand tightened on your jaw, not painful, just commanding. He bent close, slipping in another inch, lips brushing yours, voice both harsh and coaxing. "Don't beg me. Beg me with your eyes. Keep them open for me, sweet girl. Let me see you lose it."

And you tried, you really did...forcing your gaze up to those blazing blue eyes, but they rolled back again, your body betraying you.

The punishment was immediate. He stilled, grinding shallowly, keeping you right there on the knife's edge. His tone dropped into a filthy growl. "You feel that? All this cock, and I'm not giving you shit until you do as you're told. Wanna cum? Wanna soak my cock like a good girl? Then fucking look at me."

Tears spilled, frustration burning hot under your ribs. "I'm trying—"

His thumb stroked your cheek, gentler now, his pace resuming in slow, deep thrusts that punched the breath out of you. "I know you're trying. That's my girl. Keep going. You're so close, I can feel it—this pussy's begging me. Just hold on for me. Don't shut me out. Eyes wide, sweetheart. Right there, stay with me."

You forced your eyes open, wide and unblinking, even as your vision blurred with tears. That sight seemed to unravel him—his jaw clenched, a groan ripping out of his throat.

"That's it. Look at you, taking this so god. Such a pretty little thing when you listen. My perfect girl, keeping her eyes on me while I ruin her pussy." His pounding grew harder, rougher, slamming into you with pulsing rhythm. "You're mine. Every twitch, every scream—you give it to me with those eyes wide open."

Your body shattered, orgasm tearing through you so violently you almost lost your focus. But his voice soothed you back, praise coating over you like fire.

"Good fucking girl, Like that—don't look away. So beautiful when you cum for me, fuckfuck—you're squeezing me so tight. You're perfect. My perfect girl."

His thrusts faltered, hips stuttering as he chased his own release. He moaned low into your mouth, eyes burning into yours until the very end. His cock throbbed, driving deep inside you as his praise broke into wrecked gasps, "Mhm—Christ...eyes on me...perfect little cunt."

Even when you collapsed beneath him, cockdrunk and spent, his hand still framed your face, thumb brushing your cheek, keeping your eyes on his as though the command had sunk deep into your bones.

—requests are open for any character ! Clark Kent Masterlist<3

[k1tk4ttt]

"not all men" you're right, clark kent would never do this

[laceybunbun]

i request Clark with a breeding kink that activates whenever you start to ovulate. Your body is letting out pheromones that drives his senses crazy. Your body wants to be breed, so he will do so.

Bred by Clark Kent

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ needy!clark kent losing all his senses during your ovulation

Summary - Clark knows when your body changes—he can smell it, feel it, taste it in the air. The moment your ovulation cycle begins, instinct claws at him until he snaps, unable to resist the pheromones pulling him in. He's bending you over a desk and filling you with single-minded purpose: to breed you, over and over again.

tw - 18+, MDNI, smut, breeding kink, ovulation/pheromones focus, primal behavior, obsession, public/workplace setting, rough sex, overstimulation, light coercive undertones (Clark's inability to resist instincts)

notes - I tried my best :> not proofread

—Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated ᥫ᭡

Your period had ended two days ago. You barely thought about it, tossing tampons into the drawer, moving on with the rhythm of work. You didn't notice how his eyes and senses shifted, didn't feel the way Clark's gaze lingered longer than it should have.

It started that morning—at your desk, typing away reports, when he leaned down, his tie brushing your shoulder. HIs voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, "Baby," lips grazing your ear. "You smell different today."

Your fingers froze on the keys. You turned to him, startled and surprised, but his eyes were already elsewhere, glassy, like he had to physically force himself to look away before he loses it.

You didn't know it, but your body was different now. Fresh into ovulation, pheromones clinging to you like a second skin. And for Clark, whose senses caught every flicker of heartbeat, every shift of hormones, it was maddening.

He lasted exactly one day.

One long, miserable day of your laugh ringing out across the bullpen, of watching you chew the end of your pen, of you leaning over Lois's desk and his gaze dragging down to your tight cleavage. His jaw almost cracked from clenching, his fat cock straining to break free from his slacks the second he gets the scent of you.

By the next afternoon, his resolved cracked.

The office was thinning out. Fluorescent lights buzzing, papers rustling, Lois and everyone else long gone. You were still seated at your desk, glasses perched low on your nose, highlighting notes for the story he had half-assigned you to keep you close. He came up behind you, silent, a shadow too heavy to ignore.

"Hi, Clarkie..." you smiled at his presence without looking.

He exhaled like he had been holding his breath in all day. Then his hand slid to your wrist, slow, primal. "I can't—" his voice broke off. He bent close, his chest a cage around your back. "Sweetheart, I can't take it anymore."

"What—?"

He kissed you before you could finish. Not the careful, boyish Clark kiss you knew. This was raw, frantic, tasting, devouring. HIs hand tangled in your hair, titling you back, swallowing every noise you made. And then he pulled away just enough to breathe against your lips. "Do you have any goddamn idea what your body's doing to me?"

Your heart stuttered and the words you meant to say died down in your throat. His hand slid under your blouse, heat branding your skin. "Every time you walk by, it's like you're begging me. Pheromones, hormones—you're ovulating, sweetheart. I can smell it. Feel it." His hips pressed into you, hard bulge grinding into the thin fabric of your skirt. "And my body won't let me stop."

You whimpered, unsure if you should be shocked or aroused. But his need was suffocating, contagious. How could you refuse him when he's looking at you with those big sweet eyes?

That was all it took for him to snap. He pulled you from your chair, papers scattering, lips chasing your skin as he shoved you into the nearest empty office. The door clicked shut. He settled you to the desk, being you with ease. His voice came begging. "I've been hard since yesterday—aching. You don't know how sweet you smell, how you body's calling for me."

Your skirt was up before you could gasp. His palm smoothed over the curve of your plump ass, a worshipful groan escaping him. He didn't bother with patience or pulling your panty down, only with getting inside as he pushed it aside, answering that primal need to fuck you raw.

The first thrust punched the air from your lungs. He cursed against your shoulder, rutting inside you impatiently, each stroke deeper, hungrier. "There it is—Christ, there is it. Your body's ripe for me, soaking for me. That needy little pussy wants me."

"—oh my...god, fuck me—ahhh"

"Already doing it, baby, shh—" he soothed, though his pace was brutal. "I'll take care of it. I'll give you what you need." Every pound was a sermon, every moan a confession. He stuffed you full until he bottomed out, leaving you to hopelessly moans like a pathetic mess and clawing at his back.

"Sweetheart, I swear I'll fuck you raw until your body can't forget me. You'll take it, take me—every drop—because you're mine. Your body's asking, and I'm answering."

You sobbed, walls fluttering around him, and he growled, forehead dropping to your back. "Don't hold back, honey. Let me hear those pretty noises."

The orgasm ripped through you, blinding, shuddering. Clark chased it with his own, hips stuttering, throbbing into you with a guttural cr. But he didn't stop. Not when you whimpered, not when your legs shook and your eyes rolled back to white.

His hands pinned you down, cock still pounding inside. "One more," he rasped, already pulling back a slow drag to slam inside you again. "Oh baby, I know— just one more. I know its too much. But your body's ready. I feel it."

You tried to speak, but he swallowed it with another kiss, fucking you through overstimulation, his voice was drunk with need. "You'll be leaking my cum by the time I'm done." He thrust harder, groaning as his aching tip feels your walls spasming again.

"Sweet bunny, I'll keep it inside, keep filling you until nature takes what it wants." And as you collapsed against the desk, fucked dumb, he bent over you like he was praying—every move single-minded, obsessed, reverent.

He wasn't just making love. He was answering instinct.

—requests are opened for any character ! Clark Kent Masterlist<3

[laceybunbun]

Stay Full

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ breeding kink with clark kent

Summary - Clark's obsession doesn't end after one round. You're still shaking, spent, when he presses back in—whispering that he just needs a little more, just one more, until you're full of him you can't hold anything else. His voice is coaxing but his body is relentless, chasing the fantasy of leaving you swollen with him.

tw - 18+, MDNI, smut, breeding kink/pregnancy talk, obsession themes, overstimulation, power imbalance (persuasion during sex), degradation/praise mix, possessiveness & fixation

notes - hope you like it! And thank you! Not proofread.

—Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated ᥫ᭡

You thought he was done. The way he collapsed against your back, lips stroking kisses across your shoulders, his chest rising and falling heavy as he muttered thank yous into your skin—that should've been the end. But the weight inside you never left, the thick pulsing press of his cock still seated deep. You barely noticed until he shifted, until that slow, unmistakable roll of his hip had your body jolting with raw, sensitive aftershocks.

"Mhm...Clarkie—" you whined, torn between protest and plea.

He hushed you instantly, fisting your hair and kissing behind your ear. "Shh-shh, sweetheart. Just a little more." His voice was cracked glass, insisting and desperate at once. "Can't stop, not when I know it's not enough to keep you swollen. You know it won't. Not yet."

Your face pressed down to the pillow as he started moving again, deliberate and to the hilt, every thrust stretching him further inside. The sensation bordered on unbearable, but the way he kept you caged made it impossible to resist.

"Sweetie, you're still so tight." pulling your hair back, hips meeting yours with a shudder. "For me. For all of me. One time's not enough—you need me to stuff you full, you're better off this way. Until there's no room for anything but me."

You tried to wiggle your way out despite your body already giving in to overstimulation. His hand slid from your hair down to your hip, anchoring you as if he's afraid you'll leak his cum out. He leaned his face into your shoulder, words piling like confessions.

"You'll take it for me, won't you? Take everything I give. You'll let me fuck you so good there's no doubt you'll keep it." His thrusts hardened with each promise, with each ragged plea. "Say yes, honey. Say you'll let me keep going."

But your tongue has failed you, breaking into a sobbing mess of pleasure as your body convulsed around him. That was all he needed—the answer carved into the way your puffy cunt tightened, into the way you let him use you like an animal with an instinct to breed.

"God," he hissed, rutting harder, chasing like it was salvation. "That's it. That's my good girl. A little more...fuck, just a little more."

When he spilled inside you again, it was with a broken cry, as if the relief drained him too. HIs hand immediately slid down between your thighs, pushing his cum back in when it threatened to drip out of you, sealing up with frantic care

"Stay," he panted, caressing your hair, kissing your temple even as you lay boneless beneath him, utterly blissed out. "Stay full of me. That's all I ask of you. You—full of me."

And with his trembling hands still holding you closed around him, you knew he wouldn't let go until he believed it will keep you swollen in a few weeks.

—requests are opened for any character ! Clark Kent Masterlist<3

tag list - @gabithefanwriter

[laceybunbun]

Clark Kent Masterlist<3

nsfw - munch!clark kent x reader

nsfw - clark kent x intern!reader

nsfw - clark kent x bunny!reader (Pt. 1)

nsfw - scenarios with clark kent x bunny!reader (Pt. 2)

nsfw - ass obsessed!clark kent x reader

nsfw - breeding kink with clark kent

nsfw - needy!clark kent losing all his senses during your ovulation

nsfw - meanie!clark kent x reader

nsfw - clark kent x bunny!reader (Pt. 3)

—requests are opened for any character !

[laceybunbun]

This is literally me !! ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა my inspiration board <33

[laceybunbun]

hi!! could i pretty please request brat taming/spanking with clark who’s obsessed with ur ass 🤭<3

Obedient, eventually

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ blurb - ass obsessed!clark kent x reader

Summary - Clark's been watching all day—your hips sway a little too perfectly, your thighs brushing just right, the way your ass bounces in that mini skirt. Everyone thinks he's being attentive...but behind closed doors, he's obsessed, planning how he's going to spank that perfect little ass until it's red, marking you as his own.

tw - 18+, MDNI, smut, brat-taming/spanking, Praise + light degradation, petnames, ass worship, light public teasing (elevator/office), thigh highs/lingerie kink

notes - hope you like this, sweetie.

—Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated ᥫ᭡

It had been little things all day—your skirt hem just a little shorter, the playful sway of your hips when you walked past his desk, the way you deliberately bent over to pick up a dropped pen. Clark's jaw had been tight since the elevator ride, when you pressed your ass against his crotch in the crush of bodies and pretended not to notice how hard he got under the strain of his pants.

He waited until the bullpen cleared out, until it was just the two of you in the dim hum of fluorescent lights. You thought you could get away with it, perched sweetly on his thigh like you had in the break room, batting your lashes like the perfect intern. But Clark's patience had snapped the second his palm found the thin strip of your thigh highs under your skirt.

He bent you over his desk in one swift move, your cheek pressed against the cool wood as his hands spread over the curve of your ass, "Thought you were clever in that elevator, hm?" his voice rasped, the sweetness coated with restraint.

The first spank landed harsh, the sting flushed before he soothed the burn with his palm. His breath hitched at the sight of your skin already reddening under his touch. Slap. "Look at that...perfect." Your skirt sliding up your thighs, thigh highs framing the swell of your ass like a gift he can't wait to unwrap, "Sweetheart, you really are adorable if you think testing me won’t end up with consequences” Another landed harder, the sound echoing in the quiet office.

His handprint blooming purple, and kneading the heat to coax the whines out of you, then delivered another. Crack. You jerked forward, whining, but his grip on your hip kept you still. "My patience has a limit, keep pushin' me, and I'll make sure you can't sit tomorrow." Clark's groan was guttural, too fond for how rough his hand came down.

He pressed his lips to the nape of your neck, voice think, almost worshipping. "Bratty little thing...only good for getting bent over and taught a lesson." His hand smoothed over the heat, as though he couldn't decide whether to soothe or strike again.

"Every mark, every shade of red—and you turn prettier. You twist me up inside, Christ...I want to keep you like this forever."

—requests are opened ! Clark Kent Masterlist<3

[laceybunbun]

Caught you, Bunny

Summary - Clark's obsession with calling you his bunny only gets worse. From the way he pins you down like a prey, to dressing you up with ears and ribbons, he's not satisfied until you're trembling, overstimulated, and filled up. After all, what's a bunny good for if not getting chased, caught, and bred?

notes - hope you guys enjoy it, thank you so much for the notes <3 ily all.

—Reblogs & comments are appreciated ᥫ᭡

૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა scenarios with clark kent x bunny!reader

tw - 18+, MDNI, smut, kink scenarios, breeding/mating press, predator-prey dynamics, costume play (ears, tails, ribbons), overstimulation, size kink/height difference, petnames (bun, bunny)

Mating Press - Clark's got you folded beneath him, wrists pinned into the mattress as his broad chest presses down on yours, keeping you trapped like you were made of this. Every slow drag of his cock has you trembling, thighs shaking, the angle so deep you can't breathe around the moans spilling out. "Fuck...bun," he growls, forehead pressed to yours, "you're clenching like you want to milk me dry." His hips slam down harder, pace turning punishing, and your cries catch in your throat. He doesn't let you up—his voice drops low, caressing against your ear. "You'll take it, won't you, honey? That's what a sweet bunny's for, isn't it?"

Caught-Prey Fantasy - your laugh echoing as you dart down the hall, his heavy footsteps following behind you. But the second his hand closes around your wrist, everything shifts. He spins you, pressing your chest back to the wall, body caged by his broad frame, and you gasp "Clarkie!" when you feel the hard lines of his cock through his slacks. "Thought you could outrun me, little rabbit?" he groans, voice thick with heat. His lips ghost over your neck, and you're already melting, breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He bunches your skirt up in one motion, moaning when he could see how soaked you are. "Bunny gets caught," he rasps, grinding against you, "and then bunny gets fucked until she can't run ever again."

Costume Kink - the satin ears, the ribbon tied snug around your throat, the stupid fluffy tail—Clark makes you wear them all. He kisses you sweetly first, then sinks your puffy folds onto his cock, eyes fixed on the way your tits bounce with every grind. "My perfect little bun," he whines, tugging at the ribbon until it chokes just fine. "So pretty when you dress up just for me."

Height difference + Sensitivity - you're already wrecked from one round, body shaking, thighs sticky with his cum, but Clark just lifts you up onto the counter like you weigh nothing. His pulsing tip slides in again, forcing another cry from you. "Sensitive, aren't you?" he murmurs, kissing your damp cheek, and coaxing, "Shh-shh, that's alright, bun." Another thrust, hitting that gummy spot, "You'll take it again. You always do." And you do—digging your nails onto his back, twitching every time he pushes deeper, overstimulated beyond words

—requests are opened ! Clark Kent Masterlist<3

tag list - @martiansodas-blog @universestar

[laceybunbun]

Bounce, sweetheart

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ blurb - clark kent x bunny!reader

Summary - everyone thinks Clark's petname for you is just sweet—a harmless little bunny whispered across the bullpen. What they don't see is the way how he rushes you home just to strip you down and watch you hop on his cock. And he's determined to keep his bunny stuffed full.

tw - 18+, MDNI, smut, p in v, breeding kink, praise + light degradation, creampie, tit play, size kink, petnames (bunny/bun)

notes - I wanna be his controversially young gf

—Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated ᥫ᭡

Everyone at the Daily Planet adores you and Clark together. They call you sweethearts, tell you how lucky you are to have found such a gentle giant. He plays the part so well—big smile, kind eyes, always draping an arm over your chair like he's just keeping you close. And when he calls you bunny in that bashful, soft Midwestern drawl, the whole office practically melts.

If only they knew.

Because the second the two of you are home, Clark's got you perched up on his lap, still drowning in one of his soft button-ups, knees on either side of his hips. "You're so cute, y'know that?" he murmurs, sinking you down on his aching cock, groaning at the wet squelch of it. "My dumb little bunny—gonna let me keep you full, huh?"

You squeak when he thrusts up, hitting that spongy spot that makes your vision go white. His hands spread wide across your waist, guiding your body to bounce over him, every movement making his shirt lower on your shoulder. Your tits sway with every hop, and Clark's mouth is quick to catch them—sucking, biting, leaving purple blooms he'll later soothe with kisses.

"Hop for me, honey," he breathes against your skin. "Pretty bunny, made for me to fuck into. Gonna give me everything, aren't you? Let me fill you up until you're stuffed."

You whimper, clinging to his shoulders, trying not to lose yourself to the pace he's setting but Clark doesn't let you rest. He thrusts harder from below, just to see that pathetic look on your face, until your words no longer make sense. He slams his fat tip up your cunt when he finally spills inside, cock twitching, keeping you stuffed to the brim.

"Mm, that's it," he pants, pressing sloppy kisses along your bruised tits. "Stay right there, bun. Don't waste a drop—wanna see it drip." His big hands cradle your ass, keeping you locked against him, his voice dropping low and worshipful. "Gonna fill you again and again until you're breeding out a litter."

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Extra Credit

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ blurb - clark kent x intern!reader

Summary - Lois sticks you with Clark Kent to "learn the ropes." You might be the worst intern the Daily Planet's ever seen, but after hours, you're very, very good at one thing.

tw - 18+, MDNI, oral sex (m!recieving), age gap (intern/senior reporter), power imbalance, semi-public, praise kink, spit, slight degradation, smut

notes - not proofread and GOD, LOOK AT THIS MAN

—Reblog & comments are greatly appreciated ᥫ᭡

You weren't hired for your typing skills. Or your reporting instincts. Or even your ability to figure out how the copy machine worked. Lois knew it, you knew it—and Clark Kent definitely knew it when she stuck you at his desk with a bright smile and told him to "show you the ropes."

It should've been embarrassing, the way you fumbled through forms and files, asking a hundred questions, getting nothing right, and following him around like a stray pup. But Clark just smiled patiently, glasses slipping low as he leaned over your chair, voice gentle and deep in your ear. Too soft. Too close. It left you shivering in your pencil skirt, knowing you might be the world's worst intern, but when it came to him, you knew exactly what to do.

Which is how "staying late to finish the day's reports" turned into you kneeling under his desk, your knees pressed to the carpet, Clark's broad thighs bracketing your shoulders. His belt hung loose, zipper undone, his cock already thick and heavy against your tongue. He shuddered as you licked along the vein pulsing up the underside, "That's it, sweetie," spit slicking your chin before you even tried to take him deeper.

The newsroom was nearly empty, but the threat of someone walking past only made it dirtier, sharper. You wrapped your lips tight around him and sucked, cheeks hollowing while your fingers dug into his thighs to steady yourself. Drool smeared the corners of your mouth as you bobbed your head, saliva dripping onto his shirt where it had been carelessly tossed aside.

"God, look at that face," he panted, voice rough, one big hand cradling the back of your head. "Can't file a report to save your life, can't even work the copy machines...but this?" HIs hips jerked as you throated him slower and his glasses slid down further his nose, eyes dark behind the framed. "This, darling—you're made for."

Your eyes watered as he nudged you down until your nose brushed his abdomen, and the sound he made was almost a growl. "Such a mess for me. Spit all over my cock and still trying to take more. Useless at work, but fuck—perfect like this."

Clark's thighs trembled under your palms, his chest heaving as he fought to keep quiet. You hummed around him in response, and the vibration had him shoving a fist against his mouth to smother the noise that crawled out of his throat. "There we go, honey." he groaned, his other hand stroking over your cheek as though he couldn't decide between tenderness and ruin.

"My pretty little intern...so good when you're on your knees."

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