Clark Kent didn't liked being called an alien, he's as human as everyone else on Earth and he surely wasn't the dictator his kryptonian parents wanted him to be. So why does the Luthor's family hates him? Well, not all of them.
There you were, the Luthor girl who loved Clark Kent and Superman and the Kryptonian Kal-el. You loved the “alien” your brother was trying to kill. You loved the hero he was. You loved his silly human side. Of course your relationship was kind of a secret. Because of course Clark had to keep interviewing himself, so he was in Lex's sights to try and blackmail Superman, blah, blah...
But even if your relationship was a secret to everyone else, it wasn't for Clark's neighbors because both of you made a lot of noise. A lot.
Sure you both tried to keep it down, but how could you when he hits at an inhuman speed that spot inside of you that makes you see stars and how could he be silent when you squeeze him so thight his dick might fall right off?
Every night could start as a normal date at his department, both of you cooking together and watching Metropolis from the big panoramic view he had or snuggled up watching movies. But literally anything escalated with kisses and then with some touching, until finally both of your clothes were on the floor and he was on top of you, chest pressed to your back and both of his big biceps cagging you in. There was literally no way to escape him. you didn't want to either.
“Clark! oh, shit—” you'll gasp pushing your head into the soft pillows, it feels so good that he's turning your brain into mush with every thrust. “are you okay, sweetheart?” Clark whispers, his voice as sweet as honey as if he wasn't destroying your insides. You could only let out a tiny ‘uh-huh’ as another orgasm was forming in your lower belly.
Clark's such a nice boy, letting you cum again and again all over him as he tries his best not to fill you up.
But more than an hour edging himself? Clark needs to let his load go inside of you. Obviously he ask first, his voice barely coming out as he says “b- oh god— baby, inside.. please, can I?”
And of course you say yes, you want him all over you and you didn't care if you end up pregnant, because you only want him and he only wants you.
Well... Months later you regret saying yes and being careless. But, who knew having a super baby would be so tiring? Oh and let's not get started with the scold Lex gave you for getting pregnant.
And for Clark? well, he asked you to marry him when you told him you're having a baby and he refuses to take off his ring, therefore the newspaper was filled with, «who is Superman's wife?».
Such a dorky guy in love was Clark Kent.
And you were no different.
TOMORROW IS A YEAR OF SUPERMAN I CAN'T BELIEVE IT 😭
“C’mon Shane! We have to be the first in line!” you whine at him while he gets up from bed with his red eyes from sleeping and a sore body. It was fucking 5 o'clock in the morning and you wanted to go to some store that was opening and they would gift something to the first 100 people.
God, he swore he would never do these things for you again. But you looked up at him with your big sad puppy eyes and whined at him and he couldn't say no.
So, he takes you to his car and drives. Wishing to be in his bed with you on his side, sleeping peacefully instead of having you chattering away next to him. At least it's worth the effort when he sees you happyly leaving the store with your gift card and the bag of makeup you got free. And he obviously loves when you suck him off in his car as a thanks!
He's trying to be understanding with you and your tastes. Of course he wouldn't know why you'll ask him to come with you to buy a... glitter dumpling? Or go to Pandora and buy some charms for your bracelet. or go to the Miniso store and buy a cute.. uhm what was it? Kitty Hello or Hello Kitty plushie? He didn't like leaving the Yosemite park but you're so insistent on it that he has to go with you.
Oh, and shane hated when you take photos or videos of him with your pink colorful phone. Gosh, he hates phones, he's from the old school so a flashlight, a digital camera or even using a landline phone to communicate is “better than a phone” he says. Oh and don't get him started on social media, you always say "Shane, baby, you're so hot. If you create a TikTok account, you'll go viral.” and he's rolling his eyes while shooting a deer with his rifle.
Well, even if he hates the “trends” you follow, he loves you, maybe he loves your body the most, but! Love is there.
This is how I imagine a chat with any of the Codys (minus J) like i'm sure they learned how to read and spell by playing Scrabble all by themselves (I learned that way) LOL i'm sorry and i bet that Craig uses a lot of shortened words.
I have an exam for my master's degree in music and solfège next week and i don't know ANYTHING also i have like 5 more tests for school (also next week) don't be surprised if I die ☺️☺️☺️
Lena was Lex Luthor's little sister and she wasn't after Superman, oh no, she was after you, the kryptonian girl. She wasn't a lesbian, she thought. But everytime she saw you flying around Metropolis she didn't know what was she feeling, so she started wondering. Watching you from far away as you save people or save little animals. Or fight with the villains his own brother created to put you and Superman down.
Eventually she starts to get more close to you, openly talking to you and trying to get your attention, even if you're busy with something else.
You didn't mind her, you thought that she was really cute actually, always trying to get your attention. So you spend time with her, not as your “human” self but only as “Supergirl”. Because she liked you more just like you are. An alien freak.
Lex would question her “Why are you on the news along with that disgusting alien?” or “Why is your neck full of hickeys, do you have a boyfriend that I don't know about?” he really worries about his little sister, but Lena keeps it a secret. She knows Lex is going to be so mad if he finds out she's spending time with you.
And Lena is mad when she finds out he made a exact clone of you just to use it against you as he did with Ultraman for Superman. But, as mad as she can be, she can't deny that Ultragirl is a meaner version of you and she likes it. So she starts using the clone at her favor and now she has both the real Supergirl and the Ultragirl. And Lex doesn't have the slightest idea. But of course, Lena swears she isn't a lesbian. Maybe she's just confused..?— ✯
even if no one reads this i'm happy, i needed to write it down. lol
cw: gun play (kinda?? idk, i'll may delete it later)
you're in your little, comfy cabin in the woods, reading a book and drinking some warm coffee. You were so relaxed until you heard a sound coming from the front door. «but i locked it» you thought and slowly stood up, walking towards your bedroom door and sticking out your head. Thats when the Shane Maguire covered your mouth and pushed you back into the bedroom.
“hi, sweetheart, missed me?” you shook your head no, mad at him and you paw at his hand to move it away from your face. “ow. don't be like that, i know you did” Shane says as he takes off your pajama shorts.
And you felt something cold running up your stomach, lifting your shirt up and when you looked down, it was Shane's gun. It made you whine into his hand as you tried to squirm away “stay still or i'll shot, you know how this goes sweetheart.” he'll say into your ear as he moves his hand off your mouth and you nod.
“awh... 's okay, honey. I scared you didn't I?” he murmured, peppering kisses up your cheeks and down your neck, he throws the gun away and take off his clothes. You take off the rest of your pajamas too and lie down on your bed, waiting for him.
Your relationship with Shane may be really weird... but you wouldn't change it, you love the feeling of being the prey. His prey.
— ☆ Peter Parker didn't mean to be mean to you, of course he didn't. But how couldn't he when he's so tired of having a double life?
He could be sweet and take his time with you, but when he's stressed he's just tearing up your panties and sticking his cock inside. He doesn't just wants to, he needs to. And you're very willing to help him out.
So when Peter is pounding into you as fast and hard he could go, he would say “y-you know i'm sorry, ri- shit- right?” and you would nod as you cry and whine into your comfy pillow.
And even if he puts all his courage into trying to be nice and go slow for you, he can't and you didn't want him to either. You like it hard, like it fast, like it mean. He'll put you in all the positions, making you stretch your body to it's limits and later when it's almost daytime, he treats you with all the sweetness in the world, cleaning your body and holding you close until he has to put the suit on again. — ☆
i'm going to leave school at this point fr, i hate studying and homework and i literally can't get any jobs because in my city NO ONE IS HIRING PEOPLE ISTG IM NOT JOKING THIS IS BULLSHIT 😭😭😭
Pope didn't missed prison at all and everyone knows that, but he missed something actually someone. You, the police guard he saw every day in prison by the dinner doors, straight posture and head up, with your hands behind your back and the police cap and the deep blue uniform.
And over time, missing became something more intimate with you, because he got you to agreed on meeting up once and now he waits every night for you outside the place he hates, waiting for you to finish your shift and be able to see you.
He knows you hate your job, knows you wanted to be the one moving prisioners down the streets in those armored cars but instead you're standing next to a door watching over the prisoners like some babysitter. Maybe that's why you used to beat people up everytime they “offend the law” he thinks.
And you didn't like him much, knowing that him and his whole family are criminals with long records. But what could you do if he fucks you good? Making you forget the hours and hours you spend standing up straight until you feets ache because your stupid boss don't want to promote you to the inmate transport detail just because it could be “dangerous” for a woman.
So when you walk to Pope mad as hell the first thing you do is kiss him like you're starving or like you want to devour him. And when you get into his car and drive to the motel his mother's been paying for him to stay, you immediately start taking off your uniform and once you both get there you let him have his way upon you, making so much noise that Smurf eventually gets a warning from the owners of the motel.
Obviously Pope denies everything, you explained to him many times that it had to be a secret, that if anyone knows he's fucking a cop and you're fucking the guy who is on parole you'll stop seeing him and you would make sure he gets back to his cell.— ✧
Craig likes you, the way you snort on cocaine like it's just sugar, the way you inject heroin to yourself, the way you drink a full bottle of Absolut Vodka by yourself like it's water. It's even better when you ask him if he wants to play russian roulette with you.
Craig feel his cock stir up everytime you point the gun to his head, so high and drunk to even know how dangerous this could be for both of you. He liked the adrenalin you gave to him everytime you came over to his place. Shit he loved it.
And when you both stop playing those games with guns and coke and alcohol, you'll go to the bed and have a real good time. Fucking 'till the sunset peek through the windows, and no, he wasn't the one in control. You were.
Cus’ your hands were always around his neck slightly cutting off his breathing and your pussy squeezing his cock so hard and mixing both of your fluids down onto the sheets and making a mess that he'd clean later. Sometimes you'll even light a cigarette and put it out on his chest or bring a knife and press it against his skin. Damn, he loved a crazy bitch who could control him and make him feel like a toy. — ✧
