summary: clark is a vigilante trying to solve a recent series of murders, but she can't seem to get her story straight around you
word count: 2.3k
content warning: clark is a vigilante, smallvillie, could be viewed as pre-super(wo)man, reader is a college student who lives on a farm, murder mentioned but not in detail, making out, on the counter(!!!), fingering, brief aftercare, not proofread
a/n: hello! this is my first butch!clark post, so i hope i do her well. thank you to @farmgirlfromkansas for introducing me to this, i'll probaly write a part two because plot
You lived the life people would dream of. Something from a vision board people work on after their 9-5 job.Ā
A nice farm in Kansas, feeding the chickens, riding your horse, selling produce at the markets. You couldnāt have dreamed of a better life for yourself.
You were living with your parents and your brother Matthew, while you finished your degree at the local community college. You only had your courses three days a week, leaving you at the farm post for the rest of the time.
You grabbed an old bandana from your desk/vanity, tying it in your hair before you went to go feed the chickens, grabbing the seeds from the trinket box youād found a few years ago. As you grabbed your jacket to walk out the door, Matthew knocked before slowly opening it. āIām heading to town; do you need anything?ā He asked before taking a drag from his cigarette.
āI donāt believe so.ā You told him, holding the seeds in one hand. āBut be safe, okay? There's all the news of that serial killer in the city andā¦just be safe, okay? I love you.ā
He scoffed, āYou sound like mom.ā He said before walking towards the door.
For the past three weeks, the paper had been full of stories. Bodies found on public sidewalks, gun wounds to the chest, suspects arrested, and released the next day due to insufficient evidence.
Four people had been shot, killed, and buried with their families, with no answers.
It crossed your mind daily. You couldnāt imagine losing your family like that. You lit candles for them every night, hoping for an answer.Ā
After you came back inside from caring for the animals, feeding the chickens, checking the newborn barn cats, refilling the animals' water bowls, along with all the less glamorous tasks and walked over to the kitchen sink to try and get the dirt from under your polished nails.
As you grabbed your lotion, there was a knock at your front door. You sighed, wiping off your hands on the towel hanging before walking to the door.
Opening the door, you were met with a woman in a flannel and dark jeans covered in mud. You didnāt recognize her, which was odd considering you knew just about everyone in town.
āHello, darling. Are you alright?ā You asked the woman. Assuming maybe she was new to town or had gotten lost on her way to somewhere else.
āHello, maāam, uh, Iām a volunteer trying to get information about the series of murders that have been occurring in town.ā She spoke, eyes momentarily looking like a deer caught in headlights.Ā
āWho are you a volunteer with?ā You ask skeptically.
āThat's not relevant, maāam-āĀ
āIt is to me. I donāt like giving my information to people who canāt even identify themselves.ā
āIām looking for information on the recent murders occurring over in the city-ā
āSo youāre with the police?ā You ask, raising a brow.
āYes, well, maāam, I just need information.ā She said, tripping over all her words.
āIām just as concerned as everyone is about the murders, but I donāt believe you have anything to do helping solve them based onā¦ā You gestured to her. āThis. Have a good day.ā You told the woman before closing the door.
She stood there. āGood job, Clark.ā She murmured to herself, moving her curly hair away from her face. āGreat work.ā
She didnāt work for the police, she didnāt work for anyone. She just wanted to help people. Technically, law enforcement called her a vigilante, she wasnāt a fan of that title. She considered it the best way for her to help the people law enforcement overlooked.
She had defaulted to lying about being involved with the police a few times to gain credibility, which typically worked. But stuttering on her words while saying it didnāt help her.
āJust try again tomorrow.ā She told herself, heading to the next house in hopes they had details that would lead her to the criminal.Ā
Three days had passed.
Your brother had arrived home safely from town, and the odd women hadnāt knocked on your door since that day.Ā Ā
Your parents were visiting friends out of state for the weekend, leaving you and Matthew home alone. He was preparing to go to your neighbor's home to fix their plumbing while you made your coffee from the living room, watching the news, more as background noise than anything, nothingĀ
awfully interesting was on at this hour.
The local news anchor spoke, āAnother body was found in town last night belonging to a young man. Local police have estimated it happened about two days ago and still have no leads on who the killer is. If you have information, please call atā¦ā
You didnāt hear anything past that, muting the television and whispering, āGoodness Gracious.ā You thought about your brother visiting town a few days ago, how that could have been him had he stayed longer or taken a different path.
Matthew wasnāt watching the program, or maybe just wasnāt as affected as you were, as he simply grabbed his keys. āIām heading out. See ya later.ā
āStay safe!ā You said as he closed the door without another word.
You sighed, turning off the channel in an attempt to keep yourself from crying about the families awaiting answers. You tried your best to go about your day, trying to study for your test tomorrow when you heard a knock.Ā
You assumed it was Matthew having forgotten his tools, you opened the door and found yourself faced with the same woman once again. You tried to close the door on her, but she placed her hand on the door, her veins flexing as she grasped on, hoping you wouldnāt close it on her.
āMaāam, please give me a second chance to explain this.āĀ
āI donāt understand what you could explain.ā You told her, making sure you had access to something to defend yourself if it came to that.
āI donāt work for the cops-ā she attempted to tell you.
You cut her off. āCanāt even get your story straight?ā
āI donāt work for anyone. I just want to do good.ā
You opened the door a little wider, willing to hear her out. āWhat do you mean?ā
āIām not a cop, I donāt work for law enforcement or anyone. I just want to help people.ā
āSo what was the point of lying?ā You ask, still skeptical but more trusting of her.
She sighed, āPeople tend to trust me more if I say that, as opposed to what I just told you.āĀ
You nodded slightly, understanding where she may be coming from now. āHave you gotten any leads on the murders you asked me about?āĀ
āA few things that might help me find who's doing this. Nothing that's led me straight to it, unfortunately.ā
You sighed, glancing over your shoulder, looking inside, making sure the home was tidy enough before asking her, āCome inside, Iāll make you some tea and get you food.ā
āYou donāt have to do that-ā
āPlease. Let me. Consider it an apology for shutting you down earlier.ā You told her softly.
She nodded before stepping inside and taking off her shoes and stepping inside, āIs anyone else home?ā She asked, likely a courtesy question.
āJust me at the moment.ā You told her as you started to boil the kettle, āDo you have a preference for what tea you want?āĀ
āIām alright with anything.ā She said, carefully standing by the table, not yet sitting down.
You laughed slightly as you noticed her hovering, āYou can sit down. Do you have allergies?ā
She shook her head, sitting down. āIām Clark.ā
You gave her your own name as you started making her a platter, cutting fruits, placing deli meats and cheese slices as you. āDo you have a way to protect yourself out there?ā You asked. āI imagine law enforcement doesnāt like you too much, and the criminals must want you gone too.ā
She smiled, āI protect myself well. Thank you for your concern.ā Her voice was genuine, grateful that someone was concerned about her well-being. āIāve gotten out of fights before.ā
You nodded, trying not to pry into this stranger youād invited into your home, simply placing the platter on the table for her. She thanked you while you poured the boiled water into the mug, placing a herbal tea bag in the mug.
Clark looked up at you, āWhat do you do for work?ā She asked in an attempt to make small talk.
āIām getting my degree over at the college. I was working and studying before you knocked. What about you?ā
āI do some freelance journalism, but I spend most of my days doing this. My ma and pa support me lots.ā
You nodded, handing her the tea. āWhat do they think about all this?ā
She laughed a bit, taking a sip of the tea. āTheyāre concerned, but they understand that I need to do this.ā
The two of you discussed more, her relationship with her parents, your degree and coursework, and the horrifying events occurring in the city that had haunted both of you.
Clark was a sweet woman, even if she was a bit reserved. She was close with her ma and pa, speaking highly about them without a single backhanded comment towards them. She spoke about her cousin Kara and dogsitting for her pet.Ā
She asked you about your courses and your motivation behind choosing your major. She complimented your family's farm and the animals' friendliness. You joked that she should come back some time and meet them, you noticed the slight flush in her cheeks at that but attributed it to the changing temperature
āAre you finished with the tea?ā You asked, offering to wash it.
She nodded, thanking you as you took the mug and washed it with warm water.
āThank you, you really didnāt have to invite me in and do all of this. Youāre very kind.ā She told you.
āDonāt mention it. Itās the least I could do.ā You told her, wiping your hands off and turning to her. āDo you need anything else?ā
She nodded, swallowing before asking, āMay I kiss you?ā
You laughed a bit, not out of a hateful place, but out of shock. Clearly she didnāt pick up on that.
āIām sorry I came on too strong-ā
You cut her off, grabbing her face and pulling her lips against yours. Her hand found its way to your waist, the other holding the back of your neck as she kissed you back.Ā
Once she finally got her soul back into her body, she took over the kiss, using your neck to gently guide you to kiss her deeper as she slipped her tongue into your mouth, the hand on your waist sliding up your body, feeling you through the fabric of your dress.
You moaned, tangling your hands in her curls, letting her move you to sit up on the counter so she could stand between your legs. She took the hem of your dress, sliding it up in one hand while the other held your hip to keep you from falling off.
She pulled back to look at you, catching your breath, the way you tried to chase the adrenaline high of her lips. āWe donāt have to do this.ā She told you.
āI want to.ā You told her without a moment of hesitation, āAs long as you do, I want to, Clark.ā
She nodded like it was an obvious choice. āCan I take off the dress?ā
You nodded rapidly, letting her take off the fabric and place it on the floor before kissing you again, hungrier this time. Not holding back now, knowing you wanted this just as badly as she did.
One hand stayed on the back of your neck so she could guide your head to kiss you and get all of the beautiful noises out of you, striving to discover all of them. The other hand was messing with your bra clasp before it loosened around your chest, she slid the fabric off of your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with your dress.
She unbuttoned her own flannel, letting you see her toned body and black spots bra covering her chest. She moved to kiss down your neck and shoulders, savoring the noises you made like they were the sweetest noises she had ever heard.
She wrapped her mouth around your nipple, letting herself get lost in the sensations your body made for her. With you blissfully distracted by the sensation in her chest, she moved your underwear to the side, rubbing her hand up your thigh while her finger gently played with your clit before slipping her index finger into your folds.
You groaned with pleasure, throwing your head back, gripping one hand on the counter while the other grabbed onto her toned waist.Ā
āYouāre okay, pretty girl.ā She whispered, slipping another finger in as she pressed kisses onto your neck. āJust let me take care of you.ā
She kept the motion of her fingers, repeating the sensation flawlessly as she kissed your neck, feeling the vibration from the noises leaving your body.
āClarkā¦ā You whined, letting you know you were getting close.
āIt's okay, baby. Let go.ā You told you pulling back from your face to watch you fall apart at the thrust of her fingers.
She slowed down her motions as you rode the high before gently withdrawing her fingers. āWhere do you keep the towels?ā She asked.
You pointed in the direction of the cabinet as you caught your breath, not noticing her grabbing a washcloth to apply warm water. She picked you up like it was nothing, placing you on the couch and cleaning you.
āIād like to come back over sometime.ā She told you. āTo see if you have more case information, of course.ā She said with a smile.
āIāll let you know if you do.ā You smiled back before sighing, āMy brother will be coming home soon; you should probably go.ā You told her.
āJust a few more minutes.ā She said, wrapping her arms around your torso.
being disabled and lgbt is such a horrible curse because you will see the most ableist take on earth online and you're like "oh surely this is some right-wing fascist loser" and then you look at the person who said it and there's pronouns in their bio. and it's like, how did we get here? but the reality is that a lot of abled people (and often disabled people who are intolerant of different disabilities) are just not even willing to confront the idea that they are capable of punching down on other marginalized groups
like i don't know who needs to hear this but you are Not as progressive as you think you are if you're saying stuff like the R slur, "jobless behavior", making fun of nonverbal people, mocking physical differences, using psychotic as an insult, or calling people "lazy" for using disability aids. even if you're gay!
In the DC universe, as a way to fight back against the use of AI, a thing called "ask Superman" started up so people would feel more inclined to ask Superman their random questions instead of ChatGPT.
And most people think it's just some random intern that has nothing better to do, but no, it's Clark Kent, tapping away at his phone under his desk, giving people advice and kindly recommending they make their own grocery lists ššš½
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