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[velvetground-6]

pls more hyperspermia clark im begging on my knees … please

explicit 18+ hyper sperm aches and pains clark doesn’t use tissue when he masturbates like everyone else, he needs to go to the toilet or the shower or the fucking sink. he splashes gush after gush after gush of his load no matter how many times he’s cum that week or even that very same day. he’s humiliated by the undeniable evidence every time he pleasures himself. doesn’t feel comfortable to even try to bed a woman and tell her he needs to wear three condoms or she’s getting pregnant. doesn’t want to have to explain that he’s soaked his entire bedsheet in nut when he held in and edged himself only 48 hours, splattering so uncontrollably and crying while his dick milked itself all over his own room’s walls, reaching up to his fucking ceiling. it’s horrifying. it’s deranged.

he hates himself for how much he cums. he hates that a towel doesn’t solve anything, he hates that if he cums in his pants then it looks like he pissed himself or got sprayed with a bucket of water. he hates that his cock is so sensitive and eager and always needing to get emptied and drained. the shower was his favorite place for a long time, even if all of his cum took a long time to ooze down the drain and not stick to his tub. clark knows he has to unleash a load every day to keep up or it gets worse, and his balls turn swollen and blue if he teases himself too long. he’s ashamed to ever show a girl or warn a girl how his dick leaks like a hot faucet, running and running and spewing so much nut he’s afraid of drowning whoever would want to so much as put their mouth around his cock.

he’s so helpless he tries to find pills that might help block something, that could somehow take his testosterone levels down or anything to help him not make such an embarrassing mess when he feels good. nothing works. his hormones go wild either way, rutting up against his cupped hand in the shower and whimpering while his precum dribbles out so fast and runny before his final finish. he cums with his dick right underneath the spray so it can wash down easier, get diluted by the rushing water from the shower head.

clark watches as his cum slowly and sloppily drips down, still as thick as a river running through the drain, still leaving remnants of his cum here and there. he shakes his head all to himself and doesn’t think he could ever get laid with a problem cock like this

[velvetground-6]

explicit 18+, size kink, grow-er clark the thought is soooo horny and yummy that clark could be a big grower and not as much a show-er. the first time you see his naked dick it’s soft, very un-proportional to his thick thighs and his wide shoulders and tall height. but you still know you’ll have a fun time riding him and he could still hit your g spot easily. it’s more cute than anything. pink and floppy and fun size.

but then you see him get hard for the first time and it’s like fucking magic. his balls start to sag, his dick elongates up four inches bigger than before. his veins pulse and throb and it viciously smacks up against his thigh, wet with gooey precum at his tip. it’s gargantuan and so deliciously deceiving how much he grows from soft to hard and how you feel it thicken while he smoothes his early thrusts inside your walls. and he’s so girthy and long you can’t stop creaming on his dick when you find out how big he becomes when he’s really excited. it becomes your mission to get him hard as fuck whenever you feel like it whether the timing or the setting was appropriate or not, just to watch his dick print grow and strain so tight in any pants he could be wearing

[sakurafraise]

[madefrom-stardust]

i need to climb this mf like a TREE

[kill3ill]

alien! clark kent — 18+

true kryptonian! clark kent's whole body feels unreal when you're underneath him. he towers over you, broad and heavy at well over six foot, with shoulders and a chest so wide they block out your view of the room when he leans over you. his frame is thick and dense with muscle, built from something far beyond human genetics.

his thighs are huge, hard and beefy, spreading you open with just the pressure of them bracketing your hips, and his hands- one can cover both your wrists... or your throat, or your hip without effort.

and his cock... it's massive. heavy, too. when he's hard for you (which is nearly instant, almost frightening in how quickly his body reacts to you, your scent, your touch), his length is nearly matches that of your forearm, thick the whole way down to a neat patch of hair at the base. he's wide enough that your hole has to fight to open around him.

true kryptonian! clark who's genital anatomy is not even similar to a human male's. he gets hard for you - his sweet human mate with that delicious, mouthwatering scent - concerningly fast. sometimes you get a little overwhelmed by how many times he needs to fill you.

when he pushes his cock into you, you go stiff at the sheer girth of him, enough to stretch you out obscenely. you're so tight around him and your walls grip down on him each time he pulls back. the crown of his cock is broad and flared; made to lock against you once he's inside, and his shaft isn't smooth. ridges run along the length, faintly glowing under the skin and pulse erratically.

the markings on his shaft vibrate when he gets worked up. they're placed perfectly to drag against your walls and stimulate you, and when you squeeze him the whole thing lights brighter. his body reacts to yours like it has a mind of it's own. he's meant to be inside your plush hole.

and then there are the spines, tiny catches along the underside, not sharp but textured, barbed just enough that once he thrusts in deep you feel them catch when he tries to pull out. soft little tugs that keeps him buried even when he's trying to be gentle. you realize quickly he's not built to pull out until he comes inside you enough to ensure it'll take. it's biology. his species is meant to create huge batches of offspring, and even if you can't get pregnant, his cock locks inside you to make the attempt anyway.

clark's body has been evolved to hold you open and stretched around him until he's satisfied. every time he shifts, those spines press and rake softly over your inner walls, forcing your body to clench tighter around him, milking him deeper. every push has that broad flared head stretching you wide, scraping perfectly, every ridge buzzing. you swear you can feel the vibrations move in patterns to hit the most sensitive spots in you. the markings that streak up his shaft glow brighter the wetter you get, and he watches how you're sucking him in with avid fascination, eyes hazy.

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[tempobaekh]

i need him so bad its concerning at this point

[maiamore]

tags: smut, ex-husband!clark, tinge of dry humping, they have a child together, unprotected p-in-v, creampies (700 + wc)

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co-parenting with clark was harder than you'd ever imagined.

but it wasn't for the reasons you'd thought, no.

in some aggravating way, he only seemed more attractive to you now when you'd both been in the midst of separation. even as you coo and babble at the only thing you'd considered pure in your life, you were left thinking about what exactly changed.

for one, he uprooted his life, to work in the family business at the kent farm. an idea you didn't agree with, but didn't fight when he'd handed you a set of brand new car keys to travel back and forth from the city.

maybe it'd been the ruggedness that could've only come from work that required labour in the sun, it was different.

he was different.

clark kent moved slowly in smallville without the weight of his persona. he let the dark, auburn stubble his cheeks, allowed his hair to grow out, and rarely picked up the temptation of a device.

it was a concept he wasn't familiar with, being out of tune with the world, with nothing in his mind but the care of his child.

honestly? it didn't feel like your marriage was over.

not when there was a room down the hall across from his in the house that was solely yours, sharing the space like an entire years worth of heated tension in the city hadn't unravelled your lives.

co-parenting with clark was hard because nothing had changed.

not in the way you both loved each other still.

or in the way you'd nudge him awake when he'd fallen asleep on the couch, peeling a silly little parenting book that he of all people didn't need, off him — only to mount his groggy self.

he'd grown never to question moments like this, in fear that he'd spook you away.

clark would blearily knead at your thighs, encouraging you to needily grind onto his quickly hardening cock. your hips would chase the long and hard outline of his arousal, soaking him with your slick.

there'd be no words exchanged, apart from the breathy grunts of your combined lust haze when he could no longer take it. you'd feel his meaty palms squeeze your asscheeks before pulling his cock out of his sweats.

he could never get this hard for anyone but you.

fat, pearlescent blobs of his pre-cum eagerly coating his veiny cock. you don't waste any time as you let your spit drip over his twitching tip, before pumping him in a motion that indicated a level of familiarity only married couples shared.

"condom?"

you shake your head, bringing your cum-soaked digits down to your clit, rubbing yourself to ease the ache of your potent arousal.

"don't wan'it," you admit, raising your hips. "wanna feel your cock without it."

clark offers nothing more than a stuttered groan when the tip of his cock nudges at your puffy folds. you lower yourself with ease, wincing at the big stretch.

"mm! fuck…hurry, s'hurt'n…"

the loud, obscene thwaps begin to fill the space when he starts to snap his hip upward, fucking his cock into your pussy, in and out. like clockwork, your velvety, hot walls have stretched snug around his girth, pulsing around him eagerly.

clark has to hold back from rolling his eyes in pleasure, with your cunt squeezing and crewing around him like it was her first time taking it. because even with the multitude of problems you both had, the sex with your ex-husband was unlike anything.

"shit, keep, urgh, d-doin' that. gonna, mm—ff…gonna cum n'you."

the look of clark's barely contained expression only served to make your pussy ache unbearably, nodding as you clawed at his chest. bouncing on his cock with the help of his mindless thigh twitches.

it isn't long until you've coated him — his happy trail coarse and sticky with your combined cum. he hazily blinks up at you, manoeuvring your sweaty body flush against his chest.

"gonna put it in again, okay?"

he murmurs, softly at the side of your head, all while he's poking his still-hard cock at your reddened entrance.

it's no wonder that your separation status had been put on hold for nearly a year now.

[naeryswarrior]

i don’t know why SOME oc writers are so obsessed with using the reader insert tag, seriously.

but I can guarantee one thing: someone looking for stories in the “x reader” tag is the last person who wants to read about your oc

[anon-188]

“she sent it. i used it.” - pornstar!clark

pornstar!clark kent (solo) | genre: smut | wc: 1.4k | view profile

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), reader-based content (you sent the gift), masturbation, use of sex toys, viewer–performer dynamic, nsfw themes + language.

You sent it to him on a whim. A gift wrapped in black tissue paper, discreet and unassuming—except for what was inside. Tucked beside it was a single photograph of you posed just suggestively enough to make your point without saying a word.

On the back, written in a slow, looping hand:

Think of me…

But the gift itself was the real message. A pocket toy that had been molded perfectly, shaped to match you down to the smallest detail. You’d kept it simple. Clear casing, no colors, no frills. You knew the inside was what mattered most. Every curve and ridge was designed for him. A perfect fit, if he ever decided to use it.

You hadn’t even been sure he would open it. Pornstars got fanmail constantly—you assumed yours would get lost in the pile, maybe opened months from now, maybe never.

You definitely didn’t expect him to show the entire internet.

The screen on Clark's phone lit up first, a soft glow in his hand as he turned it toward himself.

One tap.

Then another.

The little red LIVE indicator flickered on in the corner, and somewhere out there, thousands of phones buzzed as the notification went out.

Clark leaned back in his desk chair, legs spread wide, shirt hanging open over his bare chest. The camera was tipped down at an angle that caught him the way his audience liked. He still had his work slacks on, but just barely. The zipper hung open and the waistband rode low, giving the camera a clear view of him already straining, hard and heavy, against his briefs.

He adjusted in the chair, thighs tensing, and the bulge shifted with him, dragging across the fabric in a way that made his jaw twitch.

On the desk beside him was the box.

He’d opened it only minutes ago, long enough to admire it… and long enough for his cock to start throbbing with every thought that followed.

Clark turned fully toward the camera now.

“I normally don’t accept gifts like this,” he said, voice low and smooth, the slightest rasp threading through it.

He let his legs fall open a little wider, a subtle invitation.

“But this one…” He paused, a gentle grin lifting one corner of his mouth. “This one was considerate.”

“Honestly?” His hand traveled lower, palm sliding down his thigh until it hovered close enough to make his cock jerk visibly. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

His fingers came up to push his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose, the gesture familiar, almost innocent.

Then he smiled straight into the lens.

“So this is… a thank you.”

He let the words land—intentional, charged, unmistakable.

A message meant for one person. 

You. 

He stood then, briefly, only long enough to push his slacks and boxers down his legs. There was no performance in it, no tease. They dropped out of frame, forgotten immediately as his cock sprang free. 

When he sat back down, the camera caught everything it needed to. Shirt still open. Thighs spread. His body already telling on him, flushed and ready in a way that made it clear how little patience he had left.

He dragged his hand over himself once. Then again. Slow. Grounding. His eyes slipped shut for a brief second, like just imagining what he was about to do had already put him halfway there.

Clark leaned back, reaching off-screen, and came back with a small bottle of lube. He flipped it open one-handed, practiced, and squeezed a little into his palm. When his hand wrapped back around himself, slick now, his breath hitched sharply, shoulders tensing.

He moved again, stroking himself a few more times, letting the camera catch the shine, the way his grip moved, the way his body responded instantly.

After a moment, his hand left, and he reached for the toy.

He lifted it for the camera, clear casing glinting in the light, the inside already looking obscene. His thumb pushed at the opening as he squeezed a thin line of lube inside, watching it drip down the molded curves.

When he lined himself up, he paused for half a beat.

Not for the camera. For himself.

Like he already knew this was about to ruin him.

Then he pushed in.

The first glide hit him hard.

A sharp, shaky breath tore out of his chest, cut off halfway like he tried to swallow it back and couldn’t. His head tipped forward, chin dropping to his chest, as his hand tightened instinctively.

He exhaled as he sank in deeper, the toy wrapping around him—tight, wet, almost too real. His hips moved again without thinking, a quiet groan spilling free as it pulled along him.

He felt everything.

The opening gripped him with every movement, holding him snug before giving way to the ridges inside. They caught against him one by one, dragging over every place he was sensitive. His breath began to quicken, a shiver running through him as he let the feeling take over.

He eased into a rhythm, small thrusts at the start. When he drew out, the toy followed greedily, glossy and warm, stretching for him. And when he pushed back in, slow and deep, the way it closed around him had his hips bucking on their own.

Each time he bottomed out, a shudder rolled through him, muscles tightening as his head tipped back like he was fighting not to lose it too soon.

His gaze flicked to the camera, chest rising hard, trying to focus, trying to talk through the rush flooding his system.

“I wasn’t—” he started, breath hitching, “I wasn’t expecting it to feel this good.”

His voice cracked on the word good, like it embarrassed him to admit it. Like saying it out loud made it worse.

“But this thing,” he breathed, pushing in again, deeper this time, “you—what you sent—”

He lost the sentence entirely.

His hips snapped forward, pace picking up before he even realized he’d given into it. The slick noise built between his roughening breaths and the way the toy clung to him, milking every inch.

It was too much. Too good.

Every grind forward sent his jaw tighter, every pull back had his thighs twitching.

But he didn’t stop.

He just kept going, chasing the edge as his hips worked the toy in a frantic, needy rhythm, like every nerve in his body was wired straight into the drag of it and the memory of your picture.

His glasses started to slip down his nose, but he didn’t fix them. Didn’t even try.

Every thrust landed deep now, hard and steady, the kind of pace that said he wasn’t thinking anymore. His whole body rocked with it, abs tightening, legs tensing, hips driving into the toy as it sucked him in over and over.

Whatever composure he’d started with had been completely abandoned. The camera might as well not have existed. He wasn’t looking at it. Wasn’t performing. He was just in it. Gone.

The wet pull of the toy was perfectly timed with each of his ragged breaths. He grunted low—then louder, then broke entirely as his head dropped back, jaw clenched tight.

Clark’s body locked under the strain, every muscle rigid as a drawn-out groan ripped from his throat. His neck flexed, veins standing out as he fucked through the release. Each pulse hit sharp and heavy, his chest heaving like the orgasm had taken everything out of him.

And then—

Silence.

He sagged back into the chair, blinking like he was coming back to himself piece by piece. His hand loosened. The toy dropped slightly in his grip. His legs fell open wider as he exhaled, long and slow, recovering.

Then he laughed.

Just under his breath. A little dazed. The kind of laugh that came out when there were no words left and he didn’t know what else to do. He ran a hand over his mouth first before nudging his glasses back into place. 

“…thank you,” he murmured, voice far from steady. He cleared his throat, eyes finding the camera again. “Really. That was—yeah.”

His eyes dropped to the toy still in his lap. He stared for a second, expression unreadable, until the smallest, wrecked smile curved his lips.

“…yeah, I’ll be using this again.”

It slipped out like he didn’t mean to say it. Just a quiet thought, too honest to keep in. 

He looked at the lens once more, eyes holding that soft, earnest heat only he seemed capable of.

Then he leaned forward, hand reaching for his phone.

“Have a good night.”

Click.

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a/n: first pornstar!clark post!! let me know what you guys think! enjoy <33

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[3ll333-deactivated20260509]

2025 wrapped .

i've been a little busy lately, with uni and other personal stuff, so here's a bunch of my most famous (?) fics and some of my personal favs from last year! enjoy <3

clark kent hates condoms

clark kent as your rebound

needy clark kent

waking clark up with head

clark eating you out at the office

rough sex with injustice clark

giving nerd!clark a handjob

having wet dreams of clark

clark kent catches you reading smut

fireman!clark headcanons

clark kent with a fleshlight

nipple play with virgin!clark

⸝⸝ TAGS : @emmyluvsclarkkent , @hunnyheavenn , @marvel-hiddles-stark , @hrtsforstrkysblog , @sillyapplesworld , @drac0lov3 , @cconeyislandbaby , @serpnskirt, @soggywhore , @seraphina-barnes , @hrtshapedblg , @velvetnightmoonsandbows , @odessabram , @kristine13, @angelic1angel , @kiwimangogushers, @vanillakirstein, @vittoriaxcx, @missmanlykink, @biagaloree, @clarknsun,

[starsaroundscvrs]

clark kent p!links

18+ mdni. must be logged into twitter to view!

• the kitchen scene looks a little different here…

• fucking while standing, and clark can’t seem to keep his hands off you

• clark loves to tease

• you tease clark back

• clark can’t help but fuck into you when you’re on top (w/ whimpering)

• clark slapping your pussy when you finally convince him to be rough

• riding clark’s thigh instead of his cock when you’re acting up (red k!clark probably) (cmnf)

• clark pays special attention to your little clit

• the lingerie stays on! (more rough!clark)

• you don’t waste a second after clocking out when the planet’s empty

• clark getting straight to business when you beg him to fuck you raw (breeding kink)

• (woc friendly) fucking clark on top, your back flush to his chest when you swear to him you’re strong enough to ride him and you can take it, only to give up when you’re out of energy, limp on his front

• riding him while he sucks on your tits +

another one!

• clark’s a little distracted on the road trip to ma and pa’s house

• clark fucking your on your side

• eyes on the screen baby, we’ve got until midnight to finish editing this paper

• the shit he’s sending you when you’re at work after he called in “sick” (he got his shit rocked on superman duties the previous night and now he’s lonely and needing your cunt to help heal him :( … )

a/n: damn i’m such a yapper when it comes to this man…and i need more woc-friendly links in the future

[clitandcollect]

Never underestimate the bond between a girl and specific songs for her fictional crushes

[shiggcel]

speechless, donk, and blow by beyonce for Clark Kent/Superman

[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎsleepy night with clark౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x clark kent thank you @runningfrom2am for proofing!! large text version here!

You were burrowed under blankets, cocooned into your mattress and happy as a clam. The space heater was on, and you didn't have to think about anything except for what was in this room. Going bed shopping with Clark had been a thrill for several reasons, but mostly because he'd been entirely interested in getting something you would love. It paid off, because the only thing you loved more than your bed was him.

"Honey?" The keys jingled as your husband hung them on the hook, and you waited in delight at the domesticity of it all. Even the sounds of him putting his briefcase down and slipping off his shoes had you practically melting.

When he found you in the bedroom, taking in your fortress of coziness, a broad smile split his face open. "Hey, cuddle bug." You giggled, shifting comfortably, and you swore you saw hearts in his eyes. He knelt beside you, rubbing the side of your waist. "Mind if I get in?"

"Change first."

"Of course," he agreed, hand flying up to loosen his tie.

"No shirt!" you called as he disappeared into the closet. Clark had waited until you filled up your side to move his suits and pants and dress shoes in. He didn't seem to mind that your clothes seemed to take up more than the agreed upon half.

When he reappeared, he was in the plaid pajama pants you loved, and he gently set his glasses on the nightstand before lifting the covers. "Alright-"

"Clark-!"

Fish hissed when Clark uncovered him, glaring at your husband until he crept shamefully over to your side. You pushed your blankets away to welcome him, letting him squish right in. He was heavy even half on top of you, over two hundred pounds of cuddle and warmth. You made a strained noise, wiggling underneath him.

"Sorry, honey." He tried to adjust but Fish reached out and smacked him on the arm. You giggled when Clark's hands clamped down on your waist, lifting you to lay on top of him. "There we go. Much better."

"You're so big," you whined, trying to get comfortable. Clark watched patiently as you wiggled between his legs, resting your head on his cushy chest.

He kissed your head. "I'm sorry, baby."

"No, you're like a body pillow." You smiled into him when his arms snaked around you like vines. "Superman is a body pillow."

"For you, I'll be anything."

"How'd you come up with the name Superman anyways?" You pressed your cheek into his chest.

"I'm a man."

"Big man."

He shrugged. "I kinda named myself what I wanted to be. A good man who does good things."

You kissed his collarbone. "Not like Batman?"

"I think he just likes bats." Clark stroked your back, fingers grazing under your shirt. "They're pretty cool actually. The only flying mammals."

"You're a flying mammal."

He grinned. "Yeah. Guess I am." Kissing the top of your head, he mumbled, "I'm the only one left though."

"Until we make a baby." You giggled and looked up when he froze, relishing in his suddenly wide eyes.

"Right." Clark patted your lower back absently, nuzzling his chin into your hair.

You shifted on him, reaching your palm up to settle in his hair. When you scratched his scalp softly, he hummed, hands heavy on your back. "How was work?"

"Good." His voice was soft, the deep rumble of it sending a flutter through your chest. "Tried to switch Lois' coffee sugar for organic. Didn't go over well but she still drank it all."

"Let a girl do what she needs to do." You gave his head another gentle scratch.

"Your nails feel nice." He brought one of your hands down to inspect. "Pretty color." You'd decided on a dark blue, almost the shade of his superhero suit.

"Least I can do," you said, snuggling into his chest.

He kissed your knuckles. "You don't need to do anything."

"You do nice things for me all the time," you protested, lifting your head to look at him. "You lift the couch when I'm vacuuming."

"That's just common sense."

"You carry me like a koala when I'm sleepy."

"Don't wanna make you walk if you're tired."

"You let me hold my teddy bear when we go to sleep."

"'Let'?" Clark questioned. "I love Mr. Buttercup."

"You change the batteries in the smoke detector. And give me kisses when I'm sad." You kissed his chest. "You tell me I look pretty even when I'm a mess."

"You're never a mess, angel." He cupped your cheek.

"When I'm on my period I am," you said.

"Nothin' wrong with being on your period," he said, and you lifted yourself up, fully seated on his stomach. Clark looked up at you like you were the one who made the stars shine. His hands migrated to your waist, just holding. "That reminds me, should I put pads on the shopping list?"

"I'm set," you said casually, trying not to seem too giddy.

"It's starting soon, right? I'll get some of those chocolates you like." He sat up. "We good on ibuprofen?"

"Uh huh."

"Good." He cast a glance at Fish, who was stretched out across his side. "Don't think he's movin' anytime soon."

"That's okay," you mumbled, rubbing your cheek against his chest. When he grabbed you around the waist, suddenly swinging his legs over the edge and standing up, you squealed, elbows crooking at his neck. "Clark?"

"You hungry? Heard your tummy grumble." He was holding you on his hip, your ankles crossed on his other side. "I'll make waffles."

"Fish wants chicken and waffles," you giggled.

"Well, I don't know how to make that kind of chicken." Clark cupped you close, holding the pantry door open with his other hand. "But I know we've got strawberries and chocolate spread."

"Mm." You squirmed a little, and he set you down on the counter. "Do you think we can watch a movie too?"

"'Course." He patted your thighs. "Wanna go pick something? I'll get to work." Clark lifted you to set gently on the ground, not letting you leave without a kiss to the head.

A half hour later found you settled contently between his legs on the couch, your waffle on a plate in your lap. His big arm was heavy over your chest. You mumbled lazily, "How are you perfect?"

"I think you're perfect," he laughed. You put another bite of waffle in your mouth, and he smushed his cheek to your head. "You are. You couldn't be more perfect."

"It's cause I give good hugs, right?" You leaned down to kiss his arm.

"Sure. You give the best hugs, honey." Clark held you close. "But I just love you 'cause you're you."

You blinked up at him, eyes wide. "That much?"

"A million thousand hundred." His hand wandered into the back of your sweatshirt. "This tag itchy, baby?"

"A little."

He frowned, kissing your head. "I'll put some tape over it, okay? That'll feel much better."

"Yeah." Your voice always got so soft when you were around him, and higher too. He inspired a sweetness in everyone he met that was so sincere.

You finished with your waffle, snuggling back into Clark as he set your plate on the coffee table. He nuzzled his chin into your hair, holding you tight to him. "Cuddle bug."

"I love cuddles," you said, and Clark kissed your head.

"I love cuddles too." He adjusted his legs around you, and hummed lowly. The feel of the buzz in his chest made you giggle.

You turned so your stomach was pressed to his. He smiled wide when he saw you. "Hi."

"Hi." You shut your eyes when he pulled the blanket up over your back.

"Alright, sleepy girl." He leaned back, and you smushed your face between his pecs. "Time for bed." Clark nudged your head to the side so you could breathe. "You've had a big day."

"Big day," you mumbled, moving your head back to where it was.

He moved it back once more, pressing his palm over your ear so you'd stay. "Now you get big sleep."

"M'kay." You kissed his chest. "I'm gonna go to sleep now."

"Alright." Clark patted your bottom. "I love you, angel."

"Luhyou," you mumbled into him, and he settled his palm over your back. When you fell asleep, his heartbeat echoed in your ear.

[hyrude]

is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i used oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?

[hyrude]

here is my life philosophy: next week there might be someone ahead of you in line at the store who’s short a quarter and you have a quarter and you can give it to them. if you weren’t there, they’d have to put something back. the week after that you could be getting lunch and the waiter might ask if you want some pancakes someone else ordered and never picked up. you could find someone’s lost cat. you could watch someone’s bag while they go to the restroom. there are so many ways you are going to touch other people’s lives and they are going to touch yours and there’s no way to know when it’s going to happen. so you have to keep living!!! i wouldn’t want to die knowing that tomorrow the barista will give me free oat milk just to be nice. 

[elaninrecovery]

When I was 11 years old - we went to Sea World for my birthday. This was to avoid the realization I had no friends, and no one to come to a birthday party and probably because someone gave my mother free tickets at work. It was kinda a shitty day despite being at a theme park full of cute animals. There was a new roller coaster there that had just opened so we decided to go on. I was nervous. I’d never been on a roller coaster.

A group of 6 college kids were ahead of us in line and started chatting with me. Full on just having a fun conversation with someone literally going through the beginning of a very awkward middle school period. I was so shocked they wanted to talk to me. I think my mom mentioned it was my birthday. They were very nice about it. When we got on the ride they told us to go ahead of them so we could sit at the front of the car since it held 8 people.

Now the ride (called Journey to Atlantis - I believe it is sadly no longer there) started with a slow ride of beautiful visuals of dolphins and oceans and computerized images of this imaginary Atlantis before going up the hill to the beginning of the coaster, where it paused for about 30 seconds, and then the ride started. The college kids must have known there would be a pause. Maybe they’d ridden it before I’m not sure.

But as we sat there on that peak, 6 people I’ve never known, and will never know again, sang a very very lonely 11 year old happy birthday. Loudly. And with gusto. They were happy and laughing and joyful. And it made me feel less alone in the world.

I am 29 years old this year, and I still remember them. I still remember that kindness. It is so important. It doesn’t go into a vacuum. It exists beside me in my daily life. And I love the idea that I have been that person to someone else too.

It’s stunningly lovely to be human when we’re kind to each other.

[ang-c-art]

[haleyslibrary]

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