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Clark with a lactation kink pleaseee :))))

I feel like he would be a bit hesitant at first and then super into it

(Absolutely love your work by the way 🥰🥰)

tysm <3 clark x fem!reader. 18+. word count approx: 1.1k

content: lactation kink. cockwarming. creampie.

you knew that look. you could practically hear the gears grinding in clark’s head as he tried to pretend to read an article on his ipad in the kitchen, quietly sipping at a warm steaming coffee. smiling to yourself, you stood up from the couch and purposefully took slow steps towards him. he definitely saw you, you could tell by the way his shoulders tensed with every inch you came closer. he was so terrified of his own thoughts he wouldn’t even look at you as you stepped into his space, the sweet scent of your milk filling the small gap between you two. what if you thought he was a creep? what if you thought he was weird? he thinks he’d probably die from embarrassment if you kink shame him.

“clark,” you murmured, leaning against the counter. “if you stare at the floor any harder you’re gonna burn a hole right through to our poor neighbours downstairs.”

he let out a breathless, flustered huff, blue eyes finally peeking up at you behind his glasses, a soft adorable frown pulled at his soft lips. embarrassed with shame and desire. “i…im sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick and low, “i-i..i didn’t mean to…i can just..hear how heavy you are and i..i shouldn’t be thinking about it.”

at his frown you immediately shake your head gently, you didn’t give him the chance to spiral into his guilt. instead you reached up, catching his glasses and prying them off his face, setting on the counter beside you. it was even clearer how much he was shamefully turned on, his pupils wide and blown out, completely trained on you.

“who said you shouldn’t be thinking about, hm?” you asked softly. you didn’t wait for him to stammer out another apology, instead you took his large trembling hand into yours, his fingers twitching nervously against your palm.

slowly, you guided his hand upward, pressing his palm right against the heavy aching curve of your breast.

clark’s breathe hitched, his whole body trembling at the sudden contact. but his palm didn’t move once, terrified to even apply an ounce of pressure.

“see?” you whisper teasingly, leaning in and kissing up his sharp jaw, “m’so full clark, it almost hurts yknow. i know you wanna help me. so stop apologising and take care of me.” you demanded lowly, smiling when you catch the bob of his adam’s apple when he gulps nervously.

a soft needy helpless whine escapes from his throat. the final thread of his sweet farm boy hesitation snapped. he leaned down, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, stepping closer, pressing himself against you as he gave your tit a firm but gentle squeeze. “please…” he gasped out, already wrecked, “please let me.”

Clark who learns how to dirty talk from reading readers smut books she leaves around the house 🫣

caught red-handed.

i need him so fucking bad. clark x fem!reader. 18+. word count: approx 1.3k. asks are open.

content: cowgirl. mention of breeding.

you had completely forgotten that you left your book laying face-down on your living room sofa before heading out to buy groceries. yknow that one book? the one that explored the wild colours and romance of sweet sex, or the hunger and heat that followed certain chapters. what you hadn’t expected was to find your dearest clark completely engrossed in the erotic novel- well specifically chapter 14.

clark was sitting on the edge of the couch with his elbows leaned towards on his knees, oblivious to your entrance. his glasses were pushed up to the bridge of his perfect nose, his brows furrowed in deep concentration, the type he used when writing headlines and articles. he held the paperback of the book gently, not even creasing a single page despite his godly strength.

you set the grocery bags down onto the marble counter, putting some of its content away before quickly heading to the living room, smiling smugly at the way his breathe hitched when he read over the page. “page 82 is a masterpiece right clark?” you said gently, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.

clark gasped, like a kid who’d been caught sneaking in the cookie jar, his head snapped up to meet your eyes so fast you’re surprised it hadn’t given him whiplash. in a frantic clumsy panic that was so adorably him, he scrambled back towards the sofa cushions, instantly shoving the book face-down under the nearest pillow, as if trying to convince himself he hasn’t even touched it.

“i—“ clark started, his voice cracking on the syllable. a furious cute pink blush rushed from the collar of his shirt all the way to the tip of his ears. “hey! you’re..” he gulped softly, “you’re back early! i was just-..well i was just fluffing the pillows. and, yknow, it was there.”

“mhmmm”, you raised an amused brow, smirking whilst you step into his space, “and did fluffing the pillows require you to actually read it? you were so focused you didn’t even say hi when i came in! and that’s saying something mr.i-have-super-hearing”, you laugh warmly as you poke his cheek.

clark winced at the poke, his hand covering up his cheek in an embarrassed manner but it did absolutely nothing to his blush. he glanced to your eyes before sighing softly, his shoulders slumping in defeat, “okay..you caught me.” he mumbled, reaching up to take off his glasses and look at you with those honest wide blue eyes. his voice dropped that soft, low, quiet register he uses when it’s just the two of you, “it’s just…i accidentally read a sentence when i picked it up. a-and then i couldn’t stop. the vocabulary in there is…uhm, well it’s a lot different from standard sweet talk.”

he glanced down to his lap for a second as you plopped onto the couch next to him, laying your cheek on his bicep. he looked back to you, curious and shy, “is..is that really what you’re into?” your smirk only widened and you never once take your gaze off him, “yeah, i do, why? you taking notes smallville?”

and just like that, he was blushing even harder, you’d wondered if his face could get any more pink at this point. his fingers reached for your hand, intertwining his thick fingers with yours. a shy, tentative smile tugged at his lips, “well..maybe”, he confessed softly, his voice nervous but sincere, “if it makes you happy honey i’d like to try it, but i might need to practise a little first”, he added on sheepishly.

he wasn’t exaggerating about the practise. clark had slowly and quietly integrated your romance novels into his daily routine. over the last few weeks, he’d devour them when he found the chance, completely fascinated by the plots. you’d catch him leaning against the bathroom counter in the morning, one hand mindlessly brushing his teeth with the other held the book, his eyes glued to the pages. or he’d read them while casually flipping eggs on the stove, his superspeed being the only thing that kept them from burning whenever he got too distracted by a particularly intense chapter. he’d even gone as far to reading them on his lunch breaks at the daily planet, having a quick meal on the breezy rooftop and meticulously analysing how the fictional characters talked to each other, desperately trying to memorise their vocabulary so he could figure out how to use it on you.

even when things got intense, clark was still clark. he was never going to be the kind of guy that used harsh, degrading words or threw around vulgar insults, it just wasn’t in his dna. his parents raised him far too well for that. the guy cant even swear, he doesn’t even say ‘oh my god, instead he opts for ‘great scott!’. instead, his version of dirty talk was something entirely different, born out of that heavy, slow, kansas drawl that oozed with passion and possessiveness. he never needed to swear to make you knees weak or your thighs wet. he did it by being a little less polite, letting his voice drop an octave to that confident hero and groaning how much he loved every single inch of you in your ear.

nsfw below the cut.

Clark x kinky girl but he’s scared to hurt her? <3

love this. clark x fem!reader. asks are open. smut. 18+. word count: approx 2k. went a bit overboard <3

clark sat beside on your plush shared mattress after you had told him about your desire to introduce different kinks into the bedroom. his massive shoulders tightly hunched inwards. he stared at you intently, his fingers trembling slightly with hesitation. “i want to”, he whispered softly, “i want to do anything for you, but you have to tell me your exact limits.”

he looked down to his lap, his voice dropping into that heavy, gravelly, tone that he often used to show he’s serious although he wasn’t aware of just how much you liked it. “honey, we need to talk about the mechanics of this…if i lose focus for even just a millisecond i could—“

“oh my god!”, you let out a delighted laugh, following up with an amused clap, “did you just say ‘the mechanics of this’ in the bedroom?”, cutting him off before he could get into a downward spiral. you shift on the mattress and crawl over him, ignoring the way his strong muscles went rigid and tense underneath you or the way he snuck his hands underneath his thighs, as though you’ll shatter the moment he touches you. you poked a firm finger into his indestructible chest, giving him a teasing grin once you look down at him. “clark, baby, look at me. i’m not made of glass, and i’m certainly not that fragile. you’re not gonna break me.”

“you are human”, he murmured back, his deep blue eyes wide and as always admiring you but he stubbornly kept his hands under his. “i am not…”

you cup his cheek gently, thumb rubbing at the soft yet strong skin. “well then it s a good thing you have excellent strength control, smallville”, you teased, leaning until the tip of your nose brushed against his in chest a subtle swan kiss. “now get your hands out from under your butt so we can talk about a safe word, i know that’d make you feel better.”

a tiny helpless huff of a laugh escaped his nose. slowly, with an agonising caution, clark slid his hands from under his thighs. he didn’t touch you immediately, his large palms hovered for a second before resting at your waist. “okay..”, he relented, his broad chest heaving slowly as he took in a deep grounding breathe then exhaled slowly, “okay, what’s the safe word?”

you hum thoughtfully, tilting your head as you took in his expression, “mmm, i was thinking kryptonite but that might give you a heart attack”, clark’s eyebrows shot straight up into his hair, “absolutely not, no rock-based safe words, please.”

“fine, fine”, you chuckled, sliding your hands to lay them on his wide shoulders. his eyes tracking your movements with a slight hyper fixation. “let’s go with pineapple, can’t go wrong with that can you? not like it’s something you’ll say if you’re over thinking a little spanking.”

the tips of his ears and apples of his cheeks flushed an endearing shade of pretty pink, “pineapple.” he repeated, testing the random word on his tongue. “right…i-i can remember that. okay..but you have to promise me you’ll use it the moment you need to okay? no hesitation? please??”

you melted a little at his sheer vulnerability and his anxious pleas, “i promise clark, the very second i feel off ill use it”, you murmured, your tone softening into a gentle reassurance that wiped the worry of his face. you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his warm cheek, “i trust you. completely.”

he swallowed nervously with a firm nod. “okay…okay i trust you too sweetie.”

“good!”, you beamed, your playful attitude returning immediately as you reached over to the nightstand, your fingers wrapping around a smooth delicate silk tie you set aside earlier. you held it up between the both of you with a smug grin, letting it dangle teasingly in front of him. “i was thinking we start by using this?”, you ask.

his eyes widened, the furious blush returning tenfold once his brain caught up with what you were implying, “y-you…you want to tie me up?”

“nope”, you laughed lightly, pressing the soft fabric into one of his massive, hesitant palms. “i want you to tie me up.”

nsfw under the cut.

clark kent x single mom reader! clark would be the best partner to a single mom and is obviously so girldad coded maybe reader has a little girl and he fits into their little family like he’s always been there

this is so cute. fluff. asks are open. word count: approx 1k.

single mom reader! in which you try your best to balance both work life and domestic moments for your beautiful daughter. the weight of such responsibilities immediately lifting the moment you started dating clark. somehow despite being ‘mild mannered reporter clark kent’ and ‘man of tomorrow: superman’, he’s managed to effortlessly fit both you and your daughter in his life.

you enter your shared apartment after work to the smell of a sweet red velvet cake followed by the sound of giddy laughter and childish screams paired along with a deep chuckle. the warm yellow light of the kitchen outlining their silhouettes. your daughter and clark at the kitchen amid a giant yet controlled mess. flour and icing smeared on their matching aprons and across the kitchen counter. the sink overflowing with bowls, spatulas, measuring cups. just as you enter, you manage to catch him using his super speed to catch a bowl of icing your daughter accidentally nearly tipped over. although your daughter couldn’t care less when she saw you, running up to you with a glee and hugging your leg tight.

clearly having enjoyed her baking with clark, “mommy! clark let me stir the sauce, he said i’m the best baker in metropolis!”, you let out an airy laugh. glancing to clark before you picked her up, “did he now? well i don’t think he was lying sweetheart, it smells wonderful in here”, you reassure her, pinching her soft cheek which earned a high pitched giggle, her soft palms playfully pushing your fingers away.

then a warm steady hand rests on the small of your back, clark leans in to give you a soft kiss and you catch the faint taste of icing on your lips, his voice is deep and welcoming as always, "welcome home honey, sit down and rest, we made an excellent cake for you today and someone missed you terribly", he gestures to your daughter, poking her cheek gently. he gestures to the kitchen with a nonchalant gesture, waving his hand with a playful smile when he looked to the counter, "we had a slight...mishap with the flour but i promise it'll be spotless before bedtime.", he gave you a look he knew you couldn’t stay mad at.

and that was only one of the many occasions between your daughter and clark, such as...

despite the man being faster than a literal speeding bullet, he always lets her win at tag, sighing with a faux frown, "aw shucks, you caught me again? how are you so fast?", he huffed, placing his hands on his hips and looking to her with admiration, the kind that made her jump and laugh about in pride.

or how he’d pretend to have such a hard time finding her during hide-and-seek despite having x-ray vision. clark keeps a frantic gaze over the apartment, scratching his at his soft curls in a confused manner, “i wonder where she could be…will i ever find her??”, he’d murmur just loud enough for her to hear, grinning internally when he catches onto her soft snicker from the closet, believing she’d successfully hid from him. she jumps out of the closet, clapping at her victory, “haha! you couldn’t find me! you’re really bad at this game”. clark smirks shyly at her criticism, “hey don’t be mean, i really tried!”, he protested.

or how you'd find the two perched up on a mini tea set, his hair in all sorts of braids and ties with pink scrunchies and crème-white bows. he looks way too large for the scene but he hugs his knees to sit across her, slowly reaching down and pouring them both tea in an elegant manner, he carefully makes sure the tea is not too hot to burn or harm her.

clark of course doesn't just protect her physically, he's right by her side emotionally. in those quiet moments whether it's at breakfast before school, or at night before bedtime, he'd sit with her cross legged on the living room floor, playing with her toys and listens intensely to her stories about school, "a stupid boy stole my blue crayon", "i saw a really cool bug today!", or a thought she had that day or even a particular toy she likes (p.s he always gets whatever toys she mentions). and clark makes sure she knows he's listening, responding between each pause in her sentence with a curious, "really?", "mhm, go on?", "and then what happened?", as though he's taking in details for a front-page breaking news headline.

there had been times where you've worried about finding someone who'd love you and your daughter just as much. but clark washed that worry away, always subtly reminding you that you two are a team and one that he cherishes. he gently nudges you with his elbow when your daughter asks him for an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert. sometimes, clark knows you're in a rush for a work and struggling to ready breaktast so he uses his heat vision with a cheeky grin to toast some garlic bread for your daughter.

when the day comes to a slow end and the sun winds down in metropolis. the three of you brush your teeth together, and clark funnily (but not surprisingly) has a ‘brush your teeth' song, both you and clark tuck your daughter into bed. but clark never leaves without an elaborate bedtime story. changing his voice for each different character in the book.

thanks to his superhearing, if your daughter is having a bad dream, clark immediately catches onto the hitch of her breath, or the soft whimper that sleepily leaves her throat. without even a second thought he gets up and approaches her gently, whispering soft comforting reassurances, “hey, s’okay, you’re okay..y’re safe now, okay?”, he walks back to your shared bedroom, bouncing her gently on his arm as he rubs her back. he tucks her in between the two of you and sleeps peacefully holding you both close. wrapped in his presence, you both felt anchored and cushioned, drifting off to sleep.

clark kent x fem!reader. smut. 18+. asks are open. word count: approx 400 words.

content: prone bone. creampie.

you whine as he buries his thick cock deep inside you, “ah! clarkkk!”, burying your face into the pillow as he looms over you. kissing your cheek and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “m’sorry honey, i know..i know it’s a lot”, he emphasises, bringing you sweet relief when he clumsily reaches between your body and the mattress, finding your clit and rubbing soft circles, trying his best to help you ignore the dull ache the stretch brings. he smiles softly when he sees your eyes roll back, the smile quickly wipes off his face with a deep groan when you clamp down and tighten on his length.

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