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Forever and ever
Kara Zor-El/Supergirl and Krypto in SUPERGIRL (2026) Official trailer | dir. Craig Gillespie
"y-you're gonna kill me, sweetie... freakin' kill me..." clark groaned above you, his hips ramming into you like never before as your legs bounced on his shoulders.
clark kent was a possessive man and he knew it. it was in his kryptonian genes, he swears! he can't control the moan that slips out when he successfully marks you with his scent, or the hand that sneaks into the crook of your back in public settings. he tries to, but he can't.
and you know it. you know it so well that you wanted to mess around with it.
and it was only natural for clark to fuck your brains out when he saw the "C" anklet you had on when you came home today.
it got to him, truly. it got to him because he marked you, because you're his and you're showing it off. because now the entire world knows that you, his beloved, belong to him.
he kisses your anklet, his eyes narrowed and uncharacteristically dark. "you're too cute... way too cute f'me, hmm..." and he pecs and pecs, his soft lips contrasting with the force of his thrusts, fucking into you like it's the only way for him to breath. and it might aswell be.
"c-clark, i– ah—! ohh... shit, fuck.." you couldn't even form proper sentences, your lips wobbling at the sensation of him knocking at your cervix. he so desperately wanted to claim you, fully and inside out, and the cute jewelry you had on your ankle was definitely helping.
his heavy balls tightened everytime it reflected the light, shining like the most precious of diamonds. "mine.. all mine..." he mumbled before he nibbled at the "C", his eyebrows bending in pleasure as he neared his end. his pace quickened while one of his hands migrated to your clit, rubbing tight circles to get you off.
you mewled, back arching when you felt the heat of his digits on your bud. the sight of him, blushing and drooling, utterly drunk on his possession—drunk on you—had you quickly approaching your climax, but it's when the first rope of his cum slipped its way into your womb that you finally let go.
you both cried out in your orgasms, his cock twitching with every pulse of your cunt, hips sporadically fucking his seed into you.
"mine, mine... mineminemine—" he chanted, as if repeating it would make it any more true than it already was.
[in the Batcave]
Hal, sitting on the desk chair for the Batcomputer: Whoa, your chair's duty heavy times a million! This chair can take the impact of crashing against an F-16
Bruce: Made it myself.
Hal, smirking: You wouldn't happen to have brought this out for.... specific purposes, no? 😏
Bruce: My kids.
Hal: ...what?
Bruce: My kids sit on it.
[Bruce rolls a video feed on the Batcomputer of him sitting on the same chair some few hours ago. One by one, the kids file into the Batcave rambling on about something, then ending up draped on Bruce. Damian takes his left lap and Jason on his right. Dick perches on one of the arm rests. Cass balances on the back of the chair. Tim is on Bruce's shoulders. The chair neither creaks nor wobbles, even as Bruce starts spinning around the Batcave to make the kids laugh]
Hal:
Bruce: :))
Hal: Spooky, this chair could theoretically carry 7 Hal Jordans
Bruce: 7 Hal Jordans and 5 Barbara Gordons with the wheelchair, to be precise
Hal: Bruce
happy valentine's day!! don't have anything new to post for the holiday but i am somehow still hacking away at this drawing 😮💨
Eating for two!
Pairing: corenswet!clark kent x fem!reader
⟡ Main Index | ⟡ Archive for Earth-181938
A/n: Just a heads-up for anyone browsing the archive, there’s a dad!Clark section now! I’ve organized it in chronological order as best as I could and I’ll do my best to keep doing the same since this has unintentionally turned into a little series. Enjoy following Clark navigating parenthood and all the chaos that comes with it!
Summary: Clark didn’t mean to see it but one accidental glance through his x-ray vision changes everything. Suddenly faced with an undeniable truth, he struggles to figure out how to tell you without freaking you out or himself. What starts as a quiet morning quickly turns into a whirlwind of nerves, affection and fumbling declarations of love.
Classification: Fluff/comedy | Talks of pregnancy, use of x-ray vision.
Word count: 3.9k
Divider by me ;)
oneshot
corenswet!clark kent x fem!reader
summary: you and your boyfriend decide to spice things up in bed.
tags: 18+ , MDNI , NSFW , smut , cowgirl , cuffs , yearning clark , creampie , p in v
a/n: sorry for my absence!
theme: freak
Clark was intently staring and simultaneously typing away on his laptop. The living room in his apartment was dimly lit by one warm lamp that sat next to him. Though, the bright light from his laptop screen was surely enough to illuminate everything anyways.
You peeked up from your phone screen, watching the way his brow furrowed while he worked. He was wearing something as plain as possible, sweats, a little too snug white tee, and fluffy socks, ones that matched the ones you were wearing too.
You sat just across from him on a single sofa arm chair, knees pulled close to your chest. Something about the way he was literally doing nothing stirred something deep inside you. He was adorable when he was focused.
You set your phone down and stood, padding over quietly across the hardwood. Clark's eyes flicked up the second you moved.
"Hey," he said softly, voice warm like always. "You okay? Need anything?"
You didn't answer with words. Instead you climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs. His hands automatically settled on your waist, thumbs brushing nervous little circles over your shirt.
"Hi," you murmured, inches from his lips.
"Hi there," he said back, shy as ever.
You kissed him slow and deep, tasting the faint sweetness of the coffee he'd had earlier. Clark melted instantly, a needy sound vibrating in his chest as his fingers flexed against your sides.
When you pulled back just enough to speak, your voice came out a whisper. "I've been watching you work… and all I can think about is riding you right now."
He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing, and let out a soft, shaky little laugh. "R-right now?” he stammered. "Gosh, I- I mean, yeah. Yeah, absolutely. Whatever you want, baby."
You grinned and slid off his lap, taking his hand to tug him toward the bedroom.
Once you had him in the bedroom, you pushed him gently onto the bed. Clark sat on the edge first, then scooted back when you gave him that look. He watched you with those big blue eyes, nervous and eager all at once, as you pulled the soft leather cuffs from the nightstand drawer.
His breath hitched. "Oh… those?"
"Mhm." You climbed over him, straddling his waist again. "Tonight I want you all to myself. Hands up, Kent."
Clark's cheeks turned red, but he obediently raised his arms, letting you loop the cuffs around his wrists and click them to the metal bed rails. The chain gave him just enough slack to move a little, but not much. He tested them once, lightly, then looked up at you.
"Good boy," you purred, and his stomach fluttered at your praise.
You took your time peeling his shirt off, kissing down his chest as you went. Every little touch made him shiver and whimper. When you tugged his sweats and boxers down, his cock sprang free, slapping his abs. Clark let out a soft whine, hips twitching up instinctively.
"Easy," you teased, wrapping your hand around him and giving one slow stroke. "Look at you… so worked up already."
"Y-Yeah," he gasped, head falling back against the pillow. "Feels so good when you touch me. Please don't stop…"
You stripped yourself next, slow enough to make him watch every inch. His eyes were glued to you, mouth slightly open.
When you were fully naked, you crawled back over him and positioned yourself right above his cock, letting the head brush against your soft folds.
Clark's wrists pulled lightly at the cuffs, the chain rattling. "Baby… please. I need you. I wanna feel you so bad-"
You grabbed the base from under you, lined him up perfectly, and sank down on him slowly.
The sound he made was pure heaven. A sad little whimper. You braced your hands on his chest and started rolling your hips, riding him slow and deep at first. Clark's eyes fluttered shut, then snapped open again like he couldn't bear to miss a second of you on top of him.
You started moving faster, hips rolling in a steady rhythm that had the bed creaking softly beneath you. Clark's breath hitched with every downward slide, his cock stretching you so perfectly it made your toes curl.
"Gosh… you feel incredible," he whined. "So warm and tight around me… I could stay like this forever. Please- keep going just like that."
You reached between your bodies and started circling your clit, and his blue eyes locked onto the movement like it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "Fuck... 'm gonna come." You moaned, head falling forwards.
Clark's breath caught in a high, whiny keen. "Yes- yes, please- come on me. I wanna feel it so bad. You’re squeezing me so good, gosh- I'm trying to hold back but you feel too amazing-"
Your thighs started to tremble as you rode him harder. Clark was practically vibrating underneath you, wrists pulling at the cuffs, metal groaning faintly under the strain he was trying so hard not to unleash.
The coil in your belly snapped. You cried out, clenching hard around him as your orgasm crashed over you, hips stuttering. Clark's mouth fell open in pure awe as he watched you come undone.
"Oh- oh gosh-" he whimpered, his own hips jerking up desperately. "I feel you- you're pulsing around me- it's so warm and tight- I can't- I can't hold it-"
Right as your climax peaked and your walls fluttered wildly around him, Clark's control finally shattered.
With a sharp metallic creak, the cuffs broke clean apart. His hands flew to your hips instantly, holding you down as he thrust up into you with deep powerful thrusts.
"Oh fuck! Clark!" You cried out, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life.
"Baby- I'm sorry, I couldn't- ahh-!" His voice was high and whiny. He was chasing his own release now, buried so deep inside you that you were seeing stars. "You feel too good- gosh, I'm coming-!"
His head tipped back against the pillow, glasses completely fogged and sliding down his nose, mouth open in a desperate groan. One last hard thrust and he spilled inside you. You cried, still trembling from your own orgasm, nails digging into his shoulders while he rode it out.
He kept moving through it, lazy little rolls of his hips as he emptied himself completely. "So warm… thank you, baby…" Until finally he stilled, chest heaving, arms wrapping around your waist.
Clark's hands stroked slow, soothing circles over your back. He let out a shaky, embarrassed little laugh. "Golly… I really tried to stay cuffed. I swear I did." He tilted his head to look at you, cheeks flushed dark pink, one hand coming up to sheepishly push his glasses back into place. "But when you came like that… I just- I lost it. Couldn't exactly hold back anymore."
You smiled up at him, brushing a damp curl off his forehead. "It was hot as hell, Kent."
He smirked. "Yeah? You’'re not mad I broke them?" He raised one hand up, the cuff link dangling from his wrist.
You laughed softly and kissed him, slow and sweet.
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