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[starsaroundscvrs]

VI(oletta)! her. 9TEEN. clark kent’s housewife ! luvr all things mcu , steve rogers’ / matt murdock’s whore ! MDNI. be bigotry-free on here or begone.

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sorry to be m.i.a. guys! work has been kicking my ass and i already need to begin prepping for finals but we will prevail <3 been reading thru my inbox and some reqs and i’m eating them up :p another busy weekend ahead but i’ll make a swift return asap!

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https://www.tumblr.com/catchymemes/800676856233902080

Just thought I this was funny LOL

help this is frying me (and it’s lowkey me oops)

god forbid i have a vivid imagination about a fictional man defiling me </3

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if u get a ★★★★★ in ur inbox it means ur moot appreciates u, and your efforts in the community !!!!! send this to 10 mutuals to continue the love 🦢☕️📟 🖤<3

ANGEL I LOVE UUUUU MWAH may both sides of ur pillow stay cold 😉

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WOKE UP TO THIS AND IM IN SHOCK THANK YOU LOVELIES SMMM gotta celebrate now 🥳

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inactive yesterday but dw i was still thinking clark kent thoughts <3

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if I say “I’m gonna update my fic and post the new chapter soon,” please know that “soon” could either mean today or 2035

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sorry yall

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p!link

jimmy loves giving his gag gifts. this isn’t that, not exactly. but he finds it hilarious nonetheless. he gives it to clark on a random tuesday when he’s feeling funny, and well, generous.

it’s complete with festive confetti tissue paper and a birthday bag. for my oldest and dearest pal, jimmy says with a hearty pat on clark’s back. he knows better than to trust him, obviously. he’s certainly up to no good, clark thinks, when he peers into the abyss of the bag. he quirks a brow, picking up the heft of whatever weird thing is hiding; perfectly and covertly concealed within the wrappings of the thin paper. thank god he didn’t remove it from the bag hiding the lewd contents—a fleshlight, with a clear, plastic-y handle around the faux soft flesh of the fake pussy with rosy pink labia spread below the little clit protruding above the tight opening. he stares at it dumbfoundedly for a moment before whacking jimmy upside the head with a newspaper.

“what the hay, dude! at work, seriously?!” he hollers over jimmy’s amused guffaw.

“hey man, i just figured since you haven’t been getting laid, y’know, and you won’t anytime soon—”

he bursts into laughter again, wiping at the tears that begin to form at the corner of his eyes.

clark begins to harden in his pants when he sees you saunter by, wanting to know what the commotion is all about.

“hey clark! is it your birthday?” you tilt your head, noticing the bag on his desk.

“no, no! it’s definitely not! jimmy over here is just an idiot,” he says, kicking him in the ankle as he’s sat lazy in his chair.

“alright, i’ve got to get these to the copier,” you nod towards the machine with a stack in your hands and wave him goodbye on your way.

jimmy watches clark swivel his head watching you walk past until you disappear out of sight. it’s honestly a sad spectacle for his best friend to see. “thank god for my gift, man. you’re so down bad but you won’t do shit about it,” jimmy sighs wistfully for clark before letting out a low whistle.

“shut up, man!” clark playfully kicks him again and jimmy rubs at his ankle with an exaggerated yeouch!

jimmy’s not wrong though. boy did that pocket pussy provide him some solace, because when he’s fucking deep into it positioned at the edge of his mattress and whimpering helplessly, all he can see is your face. all he can imagine is your tight, real heat squeezing hard around him, and that visual alone coupled with the perfect tightness of the fake cunt is what brings him over the edge for several lonely nights, lest he finally come up with the courage to ask you out.

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(assplay adjacent pleasure, reader pleasuring clark’s perineum, unprotected p in v, allusions to humiliation kink, subish!clark whimpers) (ref: this ask)

“ohhh, honey…feels— ahhh! funny,” clark groaned, thrusting deep into you. his grip around your waist tightened with your ministrations.

“d’you want me to stop? you know what to say if you do,” you chirped, tightening around him with a moan at a particularly sharp thrust. you had a finger playing with the sensitive skin bare below his ballsack, right above his asshole.

“no, no. just ahhh, need to get used to it.” he continued thrusting, the tightness of your warm hole sucking him right in. it was all so overstimulating with your gentle strokes on that sensitive patch of skin, getting close to an area of him you’d never touched. “‘s nice,” he reassured.

“good,” you cooed, stroking rougher, alternating a finger for your thumb. “how’s that?” you asked innocently like his moans amplifying weren’t indication enough.

“oh! good baby, good,” he grunted, thrusting harder into you. he couldn’t help but feel a little humiliated. he was the one thrusting into you, he was always the one to send you to a divine bliss that had your toes curling. this time was no different. but even so, he was at your mercy in a way. it was you making him sensitive, playing with a part of him even he hadn’t explored. it felt undeniably pleasant, he had to admit, but it was odd, getting a taste of dominance and submission all at the same time. he begin to twitch where you touched, his asshole twitching in tandem.

“must be so sensitive, huh baby?” you feigned a pout, apathetic and enjoying watching him fall apart.

“uh huh, sweetie. so good but it’s— i feel funny…oh!” he whimpered, falling into your arms, squeezing you tight within his broad biceps, reaching his high still fucking a few sore, deep thrusts into you to make sure you reached your high, too. he was limp—panting and exhausted over you, even more embarrassed to have came before you, but oh did it feel so good, so right. in spite of how weird the sensation had felt. he was still whimpering out, overcome with sensitivity and the pleasure you’d given him. you were panting underneath him, your hand that had been stroking him mere moments ago rested on his asscheek.

“clark, you’re kind of crushing me,” you chuckled, almost suffocating under his massive weight.

“oh! ‘m so sorry honey, just got lost in you,” he fell beside you, brushing away at stray droplets of sweat and hair clinging to your forehead.

“so good for me, clark. good job, sweetie,” you reciprocated the motion, kissing his forehead.

“i should be praising you, sweetie,” clark pouted—still getting used to feeling some switched sense of dominance that had passed between you.

“it’s no bother,” you teased him with a short laugh. “deep down there’s a sub, in you, clark,” you joked.

“you’re silly babe,” he kissed down your lips and neck absentmindedly.

“not silly for long, love. not when i have you at my mercy again,” you poked at his chest authoritatively. “by the way, have you ever heard of pegging?”

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we desperately need more mean!clark overstimulating his baby girl

ugh how i love mean!clark…

(he gives the best aftercare though to remind you he’s still the same old clark) (he can’t help that the cookie is so good and he can get lost in the sauce)

i think clark loves to keep you on your toes and gets off on teasing you; he knows it catches you by surprise when something switches inside him and his usual sweetness turns to blinded cruelty.

if you don’t keep eye contact, he’s pulling out.

if you try covering your mouth, he’s swatting your hand away.

and don’t even think about trying to touch yourself when he’s already working his fingers inside of you, or you’re in for major punishment.

his fave aside from edging you is overstimulating you. when you want it so bad he’s not going to disappoint; so much so that he’s giving you too much.

“clark! ‘s too much!” you’re babbling dumb on his cock, trying to push his hand away only for him to slap yours. he’s not moving shit unless you say the safe word.

“what’d i say about putting your hands where they don’t belong, huh?” he only fucks his fingers deeper into you with more fervor because you pissed him off. “do i need to tie you down next time? get these little hands outta my way?”

“but—”

“shhhh, just shut up and take it, honey,” he coos when you gush around his fingers, squirting seconds later with a cry.

anyways mean!overstimulating!clark please come my way

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not to overshare or anything but having a safe space to share my kinks and slutty thoughts about my fictional faves after growing up a longtime virgin with religious trauma and an insane religious father >>>>

who else can relate? oh just me…? ok…

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I loveee your fics and was wondering if you could write Clark x fem!reader blurb, where reader is insecure about her stretch marks in her thighs and since being with Clark she’s been extra insecure about is around him. And after finding out why she’s been being weird recently he like kisses her stretch marks and tells her how much he loves them and her, and how beautiful she is. Probably super vague and you don’t have to do it, love ya lots diva.

hellooo sweets! thank you so much for the request, it sounds raw and vulnerable and i love it. just send another anon ask letting me know if you’d mind if i made it a soft smut or if u wanted it to be sfw? i’m fine writing both and i want to try writing more pwp in the future so i wouldn’t mind doing so with this request. thank you!

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omg please do a part 2 to ur camgirl fic!

ahhhh it’s coming baby trust 🙈 give it another day or two i’ve got it make sure it’s perfect before i drop it, i can’t go disappointing u all </3

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https://x.com/moodbreed/status/1986174606831436174?s=46

clark’s making sure he knocks you up by fucking multiple loads into you 🤭

p!link

oh this link is INSANE.

i love it.

oh this man is soooo messy. he doesn’t play about kryptonian heat. you could be making him dinner, scrolling on your phone, even just coming from the bathroom and he wants to jump ur bones immediately…

his breeding kink goes crazy bc ik he has wild alien hormones going on and whenever he sees you going about the most mundane tasks suddenly he’s seeing a ring, a picket fence and four kids whose faces have bits and pieces of both of you together; but he wants at least two who are a picture of perfect resemblance to you so he’s constantly reminded of the beautiful girl who gave him a perfect life and family. N E WAYSSS aside from the sappy corny domesticity and down to the nasty stuff…

he ain’t stopping till you’re plugged absolutely FULL of him, just oozing out gushes of his white cum.

“mmm, just a little more sweetheart, can’t stop until it takes,” he grunts, hitting that spongey spot inside you that has you yelping. this man has every breeding position down, keeping you locked under his legs for hours. full nelson, mating press, you name it. he won’t let you on top because he wants to do all of the work and he doesn’t want his cum dripping back down on him and onto your legs. he’s already dreaming of the look of your children as he’s pumping full and deep into you. even if you’re on contraceptives, a man can’t help but dream.

if you accidentally slip out a daddy, that’s it for him, it’s over, he’s spilling into you immediately, not even trying to stop himself. because man oh man does he want to be a daddy. or maybe he just wants an excuse to keep filling you to the brim.

“right there, clark!” you whimper and he’s panting, pumping you full with his seed.

“ohhh, that’s it, honey. so, so good for me,” he coos, pushing the excess deep into you admiring how sloppy your little hole looks, taking it deeper into your cervix each time it clenches around his cum. he probably has a plug to make sure it takes and sticks within you, that none of it runs down your thighs or paints your panties white, as much as he’d like that…anyways i’m so totally normal about him and this not crazy about it at all aha ;p

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( fingering obvi, groping, exhibitionism, kinda mean clark fed up with your bullshit, allusions to later sex ) (ref: this ask)

you were practically flush with clark’s body—as close as you could be against that too-big blazer that smelled too much of him when you had no choice to be nothing other than the perfect picture of professionalism considering the circumstances you were under.

even with his fingers inside of you.

you were at some lavish event—a celebration of 100 years of the daily planet. perry wanted to acknowledge the work of some of the planet’s best reporters, roping you, clark, lois and jimmy into the heat of things as the stars of the event. moments before, he’d presented you all on the stage of a concert room, one of the most grand in metropolis to receive some journalism medallion for all your hard work.

and as you were waiting in line for presentation, you’d thought, what was the harm in having a little fun? you were standing before clark backstage, and before taking your turn, squeezed around the girth of his cock in his pants prompting a tangled mmmph! out of him. then he had to hide his engorged boner in front of hundreds of people; definitely a difficult feat.

you’d gotten refreshments together in the lobby as reporters and spectators from all around came up to congratulate you two. clark approached you in long strides, just about to lecture you before you stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear on those heeled feet, “wish you could take me in those nice bathrooms,” with a wistful sigh before bringing your cup of lemonade to your glossed lips. you hummed, then left without warning, heading lois’s way when you spotted her in the crowd. he was stunned and left there, admiring the sway in your saunter, how pretty you looked just standing there talking to her, and had to adjust his pants yet again.

it only took those two instances to have clark positively annoyed. he was knuckles deep inside you now. you were in a conference room altogether, perry trying to decide who’d be a speaker at the final event of the day’s celebration and who would say what, how to promote the prestige of the planet in your speech, etc. it all seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

you were so close to clark, leaning over towards the shell of his ear as if to say something, only to let out the quietest cry, a slight wanton moan you knew only he could hear with his special abilities. “can’t—,” you cried.

“you will,” clark shot back. his eyes once sweet and doting were now dark and daring, overcome with a sense of challenging you.

his fingers thrust inside you sharply once with a wet squelch you had to guise over with a cough.

your panties were pulled below your knees. clark feigned the drop of his pen. anxiety beat down in your chest when he lowered to his knees. “clark, what are you…?” you whisper-shouted at him to where he was kneeling below the conference desk before he shushed you. he pulled your panties all the way down your knees, taking them in his hands with a long sniff. all you could do was stare, gobsmacked at the filth of what he was doing, surrounded by all your coworkers no less.

he cleared his throat, making his way back into his seat. your panties were stuffed tight in his blazer pocket. he didn’t look at you or make any sort of obvious indication of what had just happened; eyes fixed on perry standing before you all whose eyes shifted suspiciously at you two. you sighed in relief that his fingers were no nowhere near you, although slightly disappointed that you hadn’t come to your release, you worried about the consequences if you did, if you could even hide it at all.

that was until, his hands inched back under your skirt, this time rubbing your clit in tight circles. you sighed, clenching your jaw tight and biting down until you were sure your tongue would bleed. perry was still on some tangent.

“and again, it’s important to remember that at the planet, we—,” his voice trained off before calling your name. you were dissociating, staring at the wall before you with teary eyes. this was genuinely some otherworldly experience, the delicious thrust of your gushing cunt around clark’s thick long fingers spreading you open just right with those practiced movements. in the same room as your closest peers and friends, in front of your boss. clark was trying to stifle a shit-eating grin in his seat, still not looking at you.

“she’s alright, perry. allergies, y’know?”

“right,” perry continued, eyeing clark up and down, “anyways—”

you wiped at the tears welling up in your eyes, trying your best to fix your posture and develop some look of composure, adjusting your pencil skirt as he alternated between the roll of his rough fingers on the delicate pearl of your clit, all wet and sensitive, and fucking into your tight clenching hole with only enough speed and vigor so that the lewd wet noises from his ministrations weren’t audible to the room.

“cough,” clark ordered, low in your ear.

“wha—”

you understood the meaning for his demand immediately. the squelch of your cunt began to amplify over perry’s voice, if not for hacking you feigned over the noise, coughs that otherwise would’ve come out as wanton moans and cries. lois and jimmy’s eyes narrowed at you. she raised a brow before shooting jimmy a look. you were getting close now with the repetitive, harsh curl of clark’s fingers into that spot that would make you scream in any other setting. you crossed your legs as you came down from your high with a squeeze around his large, calloused hand. he pulled away with pleased hum, wiping your juices off your ruined panties in his pocket.

“actually perry, i think she’s coming down his something, sir,” clark feigned a tone of concern, glancing over at you from beside him.

“oh yeah,” perry snorted. “we figured.”

the room burst into laughter after watching your awkward show of prolonged and unnatural coughing for almost two minutes straight.

“i might have something in my purse for you if you’d like,” lois offered to you before you shook your head profusely.

“you should call it a day because i don’t think any of us plan on contacting whatever you’ve got,” perry suggested with a quirk of his brow. “a shame though, i was thinking you and could present our closing speech for today’s event?”

“that’d be wonderful perry,” clark beamed before you could shut him down. “we wouldn’t want to let you down, i assure you, we’ve got it— we can do it,” he exclaimed with a proud smile.

“but—” you began to refute clark shut you up with a warning stroke to your sensitive clit again below the table, making your breath hitch. “uh, yeah, perry. clark and i can do it.”

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Heyyy love what you do!!!

Could you do one where Clark is fingering her under the table at... maybe a Daily Planet event while the others are there too? As a response to her teasing him earlier around them.

No pressure! Only if you want to

tyyy anon! and hell yes 🙏 clark voyeurism moment i think yes 😼 just wait till i get my hands on a p!link for this too…everyone watch out…

the little drabble is out now so i hope you enjoy!

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omg that clark camgirl fic was so GOOD

RAHHH thank you so much love! i had so much fun writing it, it’s been an idea i’ve been excited for for a long time. i was going to make them fuck at the end but gosh i had written soooo much already 😭

anywaysss thank you for the love, so happy u liked it :’)