#clark kent

[morningsaidthemoon]

I LOVE SUPERGIRL!!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

18+ fem

clark "slow, deep breaths" kent who has to repeatedly remind you of a function you should otherwise have complete, unconscious control over. though when he's got his cock in you like this, that's not so much of a given.

it's as if your brain short circuits when he's inside you, wires detaching in your mind that made the task of breathing something difficult. 

clark's got you caged in at the foot of the bed, arms, legs, all his limbs encompassing you like he didn't want to let you up. you're most malleable under him, body voluntarily limp as you allow him to contort you as he pleases. 

your nails rake his back, streaks of pink following the trails of each erratic hand movement you make. he has no reaction to the marks you draw, nor can you see them being pinned under his weight, though you can only assume them to look like thick red chemtrails.

his cock repeats that same carefully precise drilling motion, that very same motion he's yet to curtail from. it's become almost relentless, the rhythm close to breaking you, rather than the other way around. it turns your body to mush and brain into a tizzy as he fucks you through another orgasm. 

your thighs shudder around the lowers of his hips, an incessant twitching forming like you, yourself, hand no control over it. your stomach trembles with your climax, chest jittering as if to cope with the wild intakes of air you struggle to fully inhale.

your head tips back and you cry out a pathetically lewd string of, "fuck,"s.

though with you seemingly teetering into something almost soul-engulfing like you are, it doesn't make him stop. he proceeds, cock dragging out and pushing into you just like it was before you let go around his dick — before your cunt fluttered and convulsed around him with your climax a moment ago.

with your throat exposed like it is, he lowers, lips pressing under your chin as he kisses and nibbles at it. he smiles against your chin, act amused by your bodily response to him. 

"I know," he coos, dimpled grin almost juxtaposing his tone. "deep breaths," he instructs, hand reaching to the side of your head. "slow, deep breaths, baby," he repeats, guiding you into something calm all while doing the complete, polar opposite with his cock.

[robin-vb]

The Supergirl movie was pretty good I think the hate is definitely exaggerated

[superbatonly]

Batman / Superman: World's Finest 2026 Annual #1

Cover B Rahzzah Variant

It’s literally like a scene from a dream...

[rynwritesstuff]

Give Me A Reason (To Be a Woman) - Clark Kent x Reader

Clark Kent x Reader

Summary: After sending Clark a few risqué texts, you leave work early to fulfill your desires.

Tags: NSFW (18+), sexting, crawling, finger sucking, blowjob, dirty talk, Clark's happy trail, teasing, Clark is a boob guy, nipple sucking, boob squeezing, riding, biting if you squint, creampie, reader is freaked out

Word Count: 2.1k

Things are quiet in Clark's apartment when you unlock the door and step inside. You re-lock the door behind you, then take a few steps inside.

"Clark?" you call.

Your body is burning up, engulfed by the fire that is Clark Kent.

You're convinced that he knew exactly what he was doing earlier, texting you like that while you were working. Sure, you started it, but you didn't really expect him to go along with it. He hardly ever does when you send him sexy pictures. No, instead he compliments you and saves the appreciation for when the two of you are together again

But today? Oh, god, today he went for it. Well, 'went for it' by Clark's standards. He must've been worked up since he's working from home today.

So, when you sent a picture of your cleavage? His response was: Prettiest pair in the whole wide world, honey. Wish I could touch you right now.

You were immediately hot and bothered, and in response to his response, you'd sent another image, one that you'd taken last night with your breasts completely exposed and on display.

The three little dots of his reply blinked on your phone screen, and you had stared and stared and stared until his words popped up: So beautiful. They're perfect. I want them in my mouth.

Your jaw had dropped. Your core was liquid, and you had to excuse yourself to go to the restroom. Clark is hardly ever this forward. You pictured him in your mind's eye, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. Was he touching himself? Was he holding his phone in one hand and stroking his cock with the other? Shirt pulled up to expose his happy trail, his strong tummy?

Oh, god.

Your head was light and spinning. You felt dizzy with want, with desire. You'd glanced at your watch, and when you saw that you only had about an hour left of your shift, you sighed.

Fuck.

Fuck you, Clark Kent, and your polite dirty talk.

You'd splashed water on your face before responding to him: I want you so bad. Can hardly stand it. I'm coming over after work.

His reply was immediate: Yes, please. Can't wait to make you feel good, honey.

You'd bit your lip, then looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked…frazzled. You touched your cheek, just to find it burning hot. Want tugged at your chest. You were positive that you'd die if you didn't have Clark's cock within the next half hour.

So, you did what any logical person would do, and went to your supervisor to explain why you were leaving work an hour early.

The drive was excruciating. Every stop sign, every red light, every time you go cut off by someone else — it all added up. Your thighs were pressed together, heat blooming between them. You were positive that your arousal was starting to stain your panties, and you knew Clark would be thrilled when he finally sees it, but now? It felt like some sick sign from the universe, a message that's showing you what you're going to get but can't quite have yet.

You shifted in your seat as you drove, brows furrowed and jaw clenched. When you reached Clark's apartment, you wasted no time in locking your car and starting towards the elevator. It took you up, up, up, and now? Here you are, standing in Clark's entryway, calling out to him.

He peeks his head out of his office, brows slightly furrowed.

"Honey? I thought you got off at—"

You set your purse aside, kick your shoes off, and drop down onto your knees. You begin to crawl towards Clark as he trails off. He looks you over, clearly surprised and aroused at once. He steps out into the hallway. He's wearing a t-shirt and jeans, which isn't a big deal, aside from the fact the his bulge looks delicious. You let out a soft breath when you reach him and get up to kneel in front of him. You're eye-level with his crotch, and you shamelessly press your face against it. You breathe him in. Oh, god…he wants this, too.

You let out a soft moan when Clark reaches down to smooth his hand over the back of your head.

"Honey…what's gotten into you?" he asks quietly. You look up at him, and he touches your cheek.

"You," you tell him. You let your jaw drop open, and Clark runs his thumb along your bottom lip.

"You left work just to come here?" Clark asks, voice low. You nod, taking his thumb into your mouth. You suck on it. Clark exhales softly. "I didn't realize you needed it that badly…"

You chuckle, pulling off of his thumb with a pop before beginning to undo his jeans. He touches your cheek as you reach into his underwear and pull his throbbing, leaking cock free. It's flushed and hard, and pre-come beads at the tip. Your mouth waters.

"I fucking love your cock," you breathe. You hold his heavy balls in your hand as you kiss along the side of his member. His pre-come smears across your cheek, but you don't mind in the slightest. Clark lets out a soft, shaky breath.

"Honey—"

"Shh," you shush him. "Let me take care of you. You'll have a turn soon."

Clark inhales sharply when you take his cock into your mouth. You start with just the tip. You let saliva flood your mouth, and the feeling of your wet warmth makes Clark reach out to steady himself against the wall.

"O-Oh, golly…" he breathes. You chuckle.

"Mmm. You taste so good, baby," you breathe. You take him in a bit further, jaw aching already due to the sheer girth of him. You moan against him and push yourself deeper, taking as much of him as you can before gagging. He tries to pull you off, but you stay, trying to let your throat relax against his giant cock.

"Breathe, h-honey," Clark manages. You breathe through your nose and look up at him. He's holding back. You know it. You give his balls a squeeze, then touch his hip. You nod, pushing his hip before pulling him back forward. Clark gasps at the feeling of fucking your mouth. It's soft and slow and he's nowhere near as rough as you'd like him to be, but he's doing it.

The feeling of it, of being on your knees, you mouth full of cock…it makes your core burn. You're on fire, sweat beading at your hairline as you gag softly. You encourage Clark to keep going when he tries to stop. You look up at him. He's so pretty like this — falling apart but trying not to.

You hum, pulling off only when Clark's hips begin to move faster. You smirk, licking your lips as he grunts softly.

"You were close, hm?" you ask, rubbing his hips as he catches his breath. Clark nods.

"Yes," he sighs. You hum, smiling as you look up at him. He holds your face in his hand, chest heaving. You pull off your shirt, then, and toss it aside. You reach around to undo your bra, then toss that aside, too. Clark practically moans at the sight of your bare breasts.

"C'mere," he manages, taking your hand to help you up. You stand, and Clark picks you up in such a way that allows him to press his face between your tits as he walks you over to the couch. You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses and licks at them. His tongue laves over your right nipple, and you let out a soft, shaky breath as you tug at his dark locks.

"You been thinkin' about these?" you ask, looking at him as he sets you down on the couch.

"Mhm," Clark practically moans, sucking your nipple into his mouth completely. You run your hands along his shoulders and biceps, letting out quiet sighs as he moves to suck on your other nipple. He massages your breasts as he does this, and your back arches up into his touch.

"Fuck," you sigh. "Get in me…"

"Hm?" Clark asks, looking up at you with those wide, blue eyes of his. You bite your lip as you touch his cheek. You smirk.

"On second thought, get off of me," you tell him. Clark pulls away instantly.

"W-What—"

"Get on your back, I'm gonna ride you," you say, shoving at his chest. Clark lets out a soft, relieved breath. You chuckle. He really thought you were telling him to stop.

As if you'd ever ask him to do a silly thing like that.

Clack lies back, and you take off your pants and panties before getting back on top of him completely naked. Clark looks up at you intently, his pretty eyes sparkling with lust and arousal. You position yourself over his cock, and as you do, you run your hands beneath his t-shirt.

"Get this off," you tell him softly. He does so quickly, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it aside. You hum at the sight of his built form. His pecs, his shoulders, his stomach…god, and the trail of hair that runs down towards his cock…

You bite your lip and sink down to take him inside of you. You groan when he fills you, and Clark's hands fly to your hips to hold onto you.

"Honey, please…" Clark sighs. You nod, eyes fluttery as you take him all the way. You begin to bounce after a few moments, and Clark gasps, lips parting. He leans up to kiss you, and you hold onto him as your lips work against his sloppily. He tastes himself on your mouth, and it makes him moan.

"I-I'm…Glad you came here," Clark sighs. "Oh, gosh…mmm…thought about you a-all day…"

"Yeah?" you hum, breasts bouncing as you move on top of him. "Did you touch yourself?"

Clark shakes his head.

"Wanted to wait for you," he sighs. "Oh, g-golly…Honey—"

"Not even when I sent you a picture o-of my tits?" you ask, pouting playfully. Clark kisses you again.

"I thought about it," he admits breathily. "But I wanted to wait until I s-saw you…I'm glad I did…"

You chuckle.

"You're saving that big load for me, huh?" you tease, resting your hands on his chest as you bounce faster. You reach down to rub your clit quickly, and you gasp at the feeling. Clark looks you over, his cock throbbing inside of you. He's getting close. You can tell by the fact that he's grunting and groaning and pushing his hips up against you.

"I-I guess you could say that," Clark chuckles. You kiss him again.

"Give it to me, baby," you breathe. You bite at his lip, worrying it between your teeth briefly before letting it pop back in place. He kisses you again immediately, and you smirk.

He'd never admit it, but Clark loves it when you get rough with him. He's so strong, so gentle, but you know he likes having you bite and lick and scratch. You're so open about what you want, such a good self-advocate. You let your freak flag fly, and Clark is always enjoys it when you do.

He pushes his hips up in time with your thrusts, and you grunt as he hits your g-spot.

"Fuck, that's it…there we go…" you breathe. "Fill me up…get me full…"

Clark lets out a strangled grunt. He squeezes your breasts, and you lean into his touch.

Your orgasm is rising, rising, rising—

"Honey!" Clark exclaims suddenly, falling over the edge and moaning shamelessly. Feeling his seed, hot and abundant, deep inside of you, sends your orgasm crashing down around you.

"Oh, fuck," you breathe, eyes fluttering as you rub your clit and continue to bounce on top of him. When you feel his cock softening inside of you, you pause, rubbing a few more circles around your clit before relaxing on top of him.

Clark cups your cheek and kisses you firmly.

"Good gosh, I love you," he sighs, breathless with want, with love. You give him a dazed smile.

"I love you too," you sigh. You nudge your nose against his. "So much."

Clark wraps his arms around you and pulls you down so that you're lying on top of him. You hum, nestling your face against his pecs happily. Clark kisses the top of your head.

"I'm gonna send you boob pictures more often," you say, smiling as you catch your breath. Clark chuckles.

"I've created a monster," he teases. You smile up at him.

"You certainly have."

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

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divider by saradika

[velvetground-6]

I’m literally so obsessed with your subby mommy room mate and Clark I have reread them several times. I would give anything to see how cry baby love dovey Clark acts jealous. Maybe he sees the room mate being gentle with someone else and he’s not used to being jealous but just he just comes to her pathetically for help, maybe even in front of the other person and someone else sees how subby he is for the room mate, idk I just need more of them I’m obsessed

warning(s): explicit 18+, mommy kink, oral fixation, sub!clark, whiny baby clark, another installment to roommates au

clark wishes he could wipe his slate clean. go a week without crying, go a week without overthinking every minor glance and word spoken to him. everything felt deeply, devastatingly personal. of course he’s been told his sensitivity is his strength, that he’s able to feel things on a level many people couldn’t even begin to reach, and he shouldn’t try burying any of it or stifling what’s really on his mind, in his heart. his very own roommate (who is so much more than that now) has told him so herself.

so he tries to do it. to be as raw and forthcoming about what’s haunting him. confess what’s actually got his every insecurity running wild.

it’s nine o’clock. they’re in her room, of course. clark’s room collects dust and remains empty, cold. she doesn’t allow him to sulk alone in his room for long before she’s beckoning him right back to hers, massaging his big arms, telling him about her most recent favorite movie. clark actively listens but something still felt off, like he was wearing his smile with too much effort behind it, like his eyes didn’t match what he was trying to display. after his third very obviously fake laugh, she asks him if something got to him that he’s been trying to run away from.

clark sighs and knows he wore his heart on his sleeve. it was useless trying to hide anything from her. “I…. I love you momma,” clark kisses her thigh. digs his head further in her lap, hands clasping over her thighs while he nuzzles himself deeper. he couldn’t ever seem to get deep enough, close enough. “I love you so much. and you… you love me too? I’m your baby boy?”

she plays with his hair and then turns his head to get a view of his facial expression, seeing it slapped all over his face when he was trying to hide an emotion or when he needed the validation. she looks into his eyes and finds both. observes the pout, the glint in his eye that told her that her answer will determine everything.

“of course. you’ll always be my baby boy. you know I never get tired reminding you how loved you really are. especially by me,” she answers. plays with a curl while clark takes it in, tries to swallow more of his dreaded thoughts down that keep wanting to burst.

“yeah, yeah but you only want… me? you don’t ever look at other guys and think they could… I don’t know, kiss you better than I do? I’m a lot. I just feel like I’m too much sometimes.”

she squints and tries to ponder how to answer such a foolish, nonsense question. but she nevertheless was still proud of him for always spelling out his worries so clear.

“clark. clark look at me.”

his lip wiggles just at the commanding tone, ripping his head up and hoping he can outrun his impending tears.

“I will never,” she grabs his face and smooths her thumb right under his eye, “have never thought of anyone else that could somehow measure up to who I have laying down on me right now. not ever. baby what would make you think that? you can tell me.”

the moment is still fresh in his mind. clark has hit pause and play and has replayed it so many times he gets sick at just the mere thought of it.

watching one of her coworkers laugh too loud at one of her jokes. compliment her for her homemade brownies she brought in and left for everybody in the breakroom. brushed off a stray piece of her hair that landed on the back of her shirt. clark feels steam coming out of his ears knowing he’s around her for eight hours a day, five days a week. when clark comes to her work to drop off some lunch for her, that same bald head is leaning in, completely hovering into her space with the help of some piss poor work excuse for why he’s invading her space. it disgusted clark. it made him want to lash out, get territorial, punch the man through the wall and then cry and suckle on his mommy’s tit until she forgave him for acting so out of line.

she couldn’t help how sweet she naturally was. it was what made him fall for her, open up to her about all of his struggles so easily. she was a magnetic force that could unfortunately attract more guys than just clark.

“I just get scared that you’ll see the best in someone else. you’re the most beautiful woman, and other men have eyes that—that frankly I want to gouge out for even trying to get a good look at you,” he rolls his own eyes, pressing his lips together to hold more back. “I want to protect you as much as you always protect me.”

“baby, baby is this about—“

“I saw him,” clark uncontrollably interjects. “that co-worker. you know the one. I saw him looking at your chest. and he uses any excuse to—to touch you, and I just want to know that you’re all mine and I’m all yours, and that no one like him’s gonna get between us,” his voice cracks. a tear escapes from his eye and she wipes it off and keeps petting his hair, nodding her head in understanding.

“I’m telling you right here and right now, he is gross. to me, to a lot of the women around the office. I’m pretty sure he’s invited most of them to his boat on weekends and it creeps me out. he has tried to ask about my personal life before,” she goes on. clark’s grip on her thigh gets tightened unconsciously. “I’ve told him that I’m in love. I have someone at home that I’m never letting go. no one could kiss me better than you. no one could fall asleep between my legs and look as cute as you do.”

“mommy…” clark smiles, embarrassed as he sniffles and wipes another tear out from his eyes. “I just have to be your… your good boy, and I wanna please you. wanna be the best I can be for you so you don’t start looking anywhere else. I know you’d get a lot of options, takers.”

“no one that could ever replace or compare to what’s right in front of me.”

she swallows up a sob that threatens to leak from clark’s throat as he helplessly kisses her back, moaning in her mouth as she ducks her head and lets her hair fall down around his face.

clark rubs her extended knees and quiets down more into the kiss the wetter it gets, tongues enmeshed in a brawl as he smoothly licks into her and tangles the tip of his with hers.

“I love you mommy.”

“I need you so much mommy.”

“can’t let anyone else have you.”

“I’m gonna be the only one.”

clark whimpers out strings of promises while he tugs at her shirt and latches right onto a nipple and suckles, humming like he’d been thirsty all this time. he gently laps at the bud and bites down just as gently too, going back in for a lick and a suck.

“maybe he can look at your chest and dream about it but what he can’t do is this.”

he eyes her, flicks his tongue and slips more of the fat of her breast in his mouth, leaving spit all over her as she vehemently nods in agreement.

clark keeps nursing like her tit is medicine for an everlasting fever. the animosity and the rage and the envy gets spat out and replaced with gut wrenching tenderness, a new wave of appreciation and even more love than was already there before.

“he wishes he could suck on them. he wishes he could suck your clit too. but I do.”

clark’s voice rasps and shakes, like he’s still convincing himself it’s real for him. he already has her. he doesn’t have anything more to prove.

once his mouth goes back in he has quiet tears running freely from his closed eyes, humming with bittersweet enjoyment as he drunkenly sucks and trades off on each tit. feels his cock angrily flip upwards and roll up to his belly.

“only you. only you baby boy. never gonna be anyone else.”

clark’s eyes are still shiny and wet. the blue hue looks a lot darker. he still catches up to his runny nose with little sniffles.

“mommy only wants me?”

“mommy only loves you.”

clark leans up to gasp through a hiccuped sob, crying against her neck while he still layers kisses upon kisses and moves up and down her throat and then lands right back onto her lips.

“don’t let any creeps think they can just up and take me away from you. and so we’re clear, to be frank with you too, I’ve also thought about gouging those ugly fucking eyes out of his whenever he tries to stare at me.”

hearing that makes clark smile, chuckle. “I can make that happen.”

“mhmm. you’ll arrange that for me?”

“oh yeah. you won’t even have to look at him on monday.”

she snorts out a long laugh at him, the laughter stretching her out and having her lie all the way back on her pillow. clark eagerly crawls up to the head of the bed to kiss her again, eat up the rest of her giggles as he maneuvers himself on top of her.

“do you feel any better, baby? be honest,” she asks. trails kisses down his stunning jawline, even going in and licking along his throat.

“I feel amazing,” clark breathes. “knowing I’m for you and you’re for me. and we can let them know. I can let them know.” clark murmurs like it’s a matter-of-fact.

“yeah? how are you gonna let them know, baby boy?”

clark just keeps his eyes on her the whole scoot back down, palming her knees and spreading them apart to accommodate his frame. kisses her clit through her panties after pulling down her sweatpants’ waistband so they were below her ass.

“you’ll see.”

after clark spends a good hour with her clit riding on his face and getting suckled by his mouth, she cums a few times and they both get so riled up and ultimately sated that they each pass out while clark remains in position. face first in her pussy, one arm outstretched over her belly. he let a few more tears go after her first orgasm, feeling more blessed to be chosen and to be validated and cared for. it pained him so much to see a stranger trying to talk to her like he knew her, touch her with no sense of boundaries or manners. hates that he’s seen the bald man even pretend he doesn’t know how to work a printer just so he could get her to bend over and ‘help’ him.

the next week comes around and clark shows up with a foot long sandwhich, a cookie, and a mini bundle of flowers to her work. meets her at her desk across from the touchy feely bald guy’s desk.

“hey baby,” clark greets. coming in for a loving kiss that he purposefully drags out, lets the smacking of their lips get a little loud to mark his claim. “I brought you lunch. these flowers were looking at me too. reminded me of you.”

“you’re so cute, clark. thank you,” she eagerly accepts his handful of gifts, setting the flowers down and taking the food to put next to her empty lunchbox. “I have a vase that’s gonna go perfect with these.”

clark can see the other man side eyeing them in his periphery. sitting in his envy, pretending he’s getting worked up about something on his computer, but clark knows it’s because it’s blatantly right in front of him that she’s fucking taken.

“I can fill that up with water for you. don’t get up, baby you’re already working too hard.”

clark dismisses any of her giggling and attempts at letting her set the flowers up, grabbing the vase and heading off to the hallway’s water fountain to fill it up. he comes back and takes the flowers out of the plastic wrapping, setting them down while they sit and start to bloom so pretty.

clark looks down and even sees one of her shoes untied and doesn’t think twice to get on a knee and grabbing her laces to tie them back up for her.

“can’t walk around with your shoes like that, you could trip,” he murmurs. doesn’t try to even hide his sneaky kiss on her knee while he gets back up and then kisses her face a few more times. showing off to the guy six feet away who’s been awkwardly clearing his throat, glancing over at them, likely wishing he could touch her in all the ways he is. clark even pulls up a chair to her cubicle, has her rest a leg in his lap while he gently squeezed and massaged the muscles above her ankle. takes the sandwich he prepared for her and holds the napkin in one palm as he fed every bite directly to her, ensuring she never had to so much as lift a finger to wipe her mouth. he does it all for her.

“I hope you like it,” clark says, sheepishly smiling as he watches her moan into another indulgent bite.

“like it? baby, I love it.”

clark laughs and wipes her mouth again, grabbing her drink and handing it to her so she can wash some food down. “you’re happy? getting full? I don’t want you to have to work hungry.”

the PDA could have disgusted or charmed anyone, how clark dotes on her and ducks his head into her. how she plays with his hair and even calls him a good boy. the coworker sits in silence, watches it all happen in front of him, never getting up to leave the scene and never making a move to speak. all’s he does is stare, fold his arms, clear his throat and scratch his bald head, pretending any anguish stems only from work. certainly not from seeing clark come in and be all over her, to be the submissive, loving caring boyfriend that had all of her preferences memorized and got to kiss her as loud and long as he wants.

clark even plays dumb and pretends his watch is broken, putting on some puppy dog eyes to plead for her to try and fix it for him.

“you’re better at this stuff than me, baby. I need help.”

he acts helpless and moans on purpose, ducking his head into her shoulder while she rolls her eyes and laughs, taking his wrist and finding he just needed to turn the gears so it was back on the correct hour.

“thank you so much, thank you. thank you,” he emphasizes again, a pointed look at her under his glasses before he leans in and kisses her temple, then her forehead, then her lips. it puts a bigger grin on clark’s face when he hears a scoff, the screech of a chair before the bald man gets up and storms to the men’s restroom.

“you did all of this on purpose, didn’t you,” she laughs, scratching his scalp and running her fingers through his mop of floppy hair while clark just shrugs and plays dumb. says it might’ve been planned, might’ve not, but he’s more than happy with the outcome regardless of his intent.

later that night clark yells and cries while he pounds her, kisses her, cums inside her. she shushes all his whimpering and lets him plant his face back into her breasts so he can soothe himself with nursing. he calms down and eventually pulls out, leaving her pussy a wet, shiny mess that he hears before he even sees.

“I need to clean you up, momma,” he murmurs. doesn’t wait for any response before he’s getting down to shove his face back between her legs and eats the cum right out of her, humming and slurping while she combs his hair and calls out his name while he licks her sensitive clit.

“all mine. all mine. and I’m all yours,” clark breathes out to her pussy. gives kitten licks between each and every word. his tongue is all wet with his own cum and all her fluids mixed and combined together as one.

“that’s right, baby boy. no one between us. no one to ever tear us apart.”

“never,” clark whimpers, sliding himself back up to the head of the bed and kissing her, long and deep, possessive and sloppy. “my mommy. mine.”

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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OH MY GOD. also thank you thank you anon!! I appreciate your support so much and everyone’s too omg im super grateful and happy people enjoy these subby crybaby clark fics

[barbienextdoor]

(nsfw)...Cowboy!Clark who calls you his ‘little honeysuckle’ as a sweet, filthy nickname because the taste of your pussy reminds him of the delicate honeysuckle flowers that used to grow along the fence back home on the farm.

Every spring he’d lean over that fence and spend long, lazy minutes sipping the tiny droplets of nectar from the blooms, savoring their light, sugary sweetness on his tongue. Now he spends those same long, lazy minutes between your thighs, burying his face in your soaked cunt and pulling that same sweet nectar from you with slow, hungry licks and deep, greedy sucks—groaning like he’s found something even better than the flowers ever gave him.

He whispers it low and rough while he’s got your legs draped over his broad shoulders, voice muffled against your dripping folds: “Fuck, little honeysuckle… you’re drippin’ so sweet for me tonight.”

He growls it against your clit when he’s teasing you right to the edge, flicking his tongue just how you like it: “C’mon, honeysuckle, give me more of that sugar. Let me drink you up.”

And he rasps it like a prayer when he finally sinks his thick cock into you, forehead pressed to yours, hips rolling deep and steady: “That’s it, my little honeysuckle… soak my dick just like those pretty flowers soaked my tongue.”

He never lets you forget it—every time he eats your pussy, he’s chasing that same addictive, sun-warmed sweetness he remembers from home.

a/n: this is like superrrr self indulgent bc honeysuckle flowers used to grow through my neighbors fence into my yard & i would lick them up every year & then they randomly stopped </3

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