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[starfires-comet]

── . ⌗ INTRODUCING . . . HUSBAND!CLARK

OLD BLUE EYES: small-town boy charm. coffee addict. sleeves rolled up. wedding band tan line. fixing the porch before breakfast. soft smiles that could end wars. flannel and cologne. sunday newspapers. the sound of his daughter’s laughter is his favorite song. slow dancing in the kitchen. calls her “darlin’” like a prayer. jawline sharp enough to ruin you, eyes soft enough to save you.

HUSBAND!CLARK who doesn’t take her for granted. not once. not ever. who still looks at her like he did the first time. like she’s sunlight after a lifetime of storms. he adores her. every word, every sigh, every piece of her that’s stitched into the fabric of his life. he’s the kind of man who still says “I love you” like it’s the first time, who still reaches for her hand out of habit, who still thanks the stars, every single night, that she said yes. her husband. her safe place. her forever.

HUSBAND!CLARK who never left her guessing. who loved her loud in the quietest ways. morning coffee on the porch, hands around her waist while dinner cooks, soft smiles across a crowded room. who carries the weight of the world and still makes it home in time to read bedtime stories. who built a life, not just a house, where laughter echoes louder than his secrets ever did. and every day, even when the world tries to pull him away, he comes back. always. to her. to them. to the little family that makes him human again.

HUSBAND!CLARK who makes fatherhood look like poetry. whose mornings start with coffee and tiny arms around his neck. who fixes breakfast with one hand and braids hair with the other. who takes off his glasses just to press a kiss to his wife’s forehead before work. he’s the kind who reads the paper but listens to every story she tells. the one who never forgets an anniversary, who leaves notes tucked into lunchboxes, who makes “home” feel like more than walls. it feels like him.

[that-dumb-bunny]

INTRODUCING... BRAZILIAN!READER

BEST PAIRED WITH: WALLY WEST!!

⋆˙⟡ — she came to the United States on an exchange program, looking to create new and good experiences in a place outside of Brazil — even though homesickness hit hard sometimes, getting in the way of this possibly once in a lifetime experience.

⋆˙⟡ — that annoying habit she has of calling all americans "gringos," even though she's the foreigner there! It's something that apparently is born and bred in every brazilian; there's no escaping it, especially when using it as a playful jab.

⋆˙⟡ — it's inevitable, and completely normal, for her to compare everything new she finds in the United States to what she knew in Brazil: food, government, public transport, concerts, customer service, parks, schools, everything, even the stray dogs. However, what she loves comparing the most are the social customs, since apparently it's not all that common there to greet new people with hugs and kisses, which leaves every man and woman confused by such a gesture.

⋆˙⟡ — she still forgets the translation for certain words, struggling with some pronunciations that, because of her accent, sound strange to her and to others. Even unintentionally, she feels a small pang of guilt and embarrassment when someone points it out, making it clear she's either speaking incorrectly or her accent is muddling her speech.

⋆˙⟡ — she loves teaching her friends portuguese words and phrases, especially swear words and popular sayings (even though a certain speedster skipped all that part when he learned the language at the speed of light, quite literally).

⋆˙⟡ — she adores taking selfies with famous heroes — even if it means risking her life a little by getting too close to disaster zones. And how could she miss the chance to call a hero by a name other than their own? The confused and almost offended expressions are just too good to pass up.

⋆˙⟡ — she hates, detests, has nightmares when people spread misinformation about her country: that they speak spanish, that Brazil isn't in America, that they aren't latino, etc. Brazilians can talk trash about themselves all they want, but misinformation from an north-american? That she does not forgive.

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[hecubaht]

"I'd love to suck your C while you’re reading one of my stories" -I told to one of my readers.

Recurring fantasy

It’s true, it has become a recurring fantasy lately.

I see you sitting there, phone in hand, and I know by the intensity with which you’re staring at the screen that you’re reading one of my stories. I don’t know which one specifically. Is it the one where my owner leaves me tied up in a hotel room for another man to satisfy his crotch with me? Perhaps the one where he forces an orgasm out of me while tormenting me tied to a chair? Or is it one of my fantasies where my Mis uses me as she pleases?

In the end, it doesn’t matter; I only have eyes for that burgeoning bulge growing inside your pants that you’ve already started to touch. Yes, I want to do it—I feel it like a necessity. I want to gift you an orgasm with my mouth while you read that story I wrote, the one that excites you so much.

I crawl toward you; you’re so immersed in your reading that you only notice me when I push your hands away so that mine can take command. I place a finger vertically over my lips to ask for silence, and with a nod, I signal for you to stay focused on your reading. I’ll handle everything.

I unzip you, hook my fingers into the waistband of your pants, and with a single tug, pull them down to your ankles.

'Eyes on the story,' I tell you in that bossy tone that only comes out when I’ve set my mind on something.

I love seeing how your excitement has made it thick and heavy, and I take it in my hands just to guide it to my mouth. You sigh when I take it inside, and I like that. I circle it with my tongue, suck on it while pulling my cheeks in, and stroke you with my hand as I do. I look up—perfect, you’re still focused on the reading. That’s how I like it.

Ready or not, I skip all those preliminary formalities I usually enjoy when giving oral and I swallow you whole. You startle—you weren't expecting that—and you look at me only to find me shaking my head, scolding you with my eyes. I stay like that, caressing your head with my throat until your eyes return to the page.

I’m good at this. I’ve always been better with my mouth than with my hands, and every boyfriend I’ve ever had shares that opinion; I’m going to make sure you share it too. Fighting back the gag reflex, I pull back to the tip only to plunge back down to the base. Over and over. Again and again.

'Where are you at in the story?' I gasp, taking a breath and pulling it out of my mouth for a moment. Ah, that’s a very good part to finish you off. Slowly, I slide back on.

I’m getting spit everywhere, and the only thing you hear are the wet, swallowing sounds. Glu glu, glu glu, glu glu. My hands, caressing your balls, feel them go tense and I pick up the pace. A small tremor in your legs gives me the warning, and you come so deep inside me that when I pull away, neither my tongue nor my mouth can even tell what your semen tastes like.

You look at me, lost in that cloud of exhaustion and satisfaction I’ve caused; I look back at you triumphantly. I’ve made my fantasy a reality.

[kiankiwi]

Dad!jacob going to his first event on the red carpet for a movie premier and it’s the first event he’s been to after having his newborn daughter and all of his interview questions are about him adapting to fatherhood and he’s very sweet about it, but he really just wants to go back home to reader and their baby girl :3

Jacob really didn't want to leave tonight and you could see it Like, he was stalling and really struggling getting out the door. This was his first event since becoming a father and usually you went with him to these swanky star studded galas and red carpets but since you were breastfeeding, you couldn't leave your daughter for 3+ hours and you didn't feel right her first outing being a red carpet event so you chose to stay back tonight and Jacob really was trying to make every excuse to stay.

You watched him nervously putting his suit together in the bathroom as you swayed your newborn daughter Ruby, trying to keep her calm as she wound down for the night. "Roo wanted to say 'good luck tonight daddy!'" You said as you came up and the baby squeaked as you handed the baby over to him, hoping she wouldn't choose that moment to spit up all over his fancy suit. Jacob looked closet to tears as he hugged Ruby close. She was already half asleep.

"Are you sure you want me to go tonight?" He fretted, clearly wanting you to ask him to stay home and get endless baby snuggles with your brand new daughter. "I really could wait a little longer... I mean she's so little... what if she doesn't go down! What if she can tell I'm gone! What if she misses me!"

You hardened your expression and rubbed your anxious husbands upper back. "Jake, breathe please. I know you're anxious. But you're going to have a good time." Jacob groaned, tilting his head to the ceiling, whining in petulance. "No I won't! I want to be here with my girls!" You smiled and cupped his scruffy cheek; settling into new dad life meant putting shaving on the back burner but hey, you weren't exactly complaining and neither was little Ruby. "Jacob, you know this red carpet is important. Ruby is going to be just fine. Her belly is full, she's content and she's about to fall asleep on you as we speak. She'll be good with me. And you'll have your phone on you so I can text you pictures every half hour if you want." Jacob relaxed, dropping his shoulders but gripped Ruby a bit tighter like he was considering fighting giving her up when it was time to actually leave. "W-what if I miss something?" He pouted. "Pictures every half hour and I'll text you every micro-expression in quick succession if you want okay? It'll be what, 3 hours max? You'll be home before she even knows you're gone. And you can get a snuggle as soon as you get in the door." You pulled the baby from his arms gently. "Ugh, Fine!"

Jacob knew this song and dance. Smile, pose, be a bit cheeky. But he just wasn't used to doing these events alone anymore. And to tell you the truth, he felt like he was missing a limb since you or Ruby weren't here with him. But he told himself he just had to dive back into the red carpet world. He was good at it he reminded himself as he walked to the first reporter waving to get his attention.

"Jacob! I didn't think we'd see you back so soon since you're a new dad!" He nodded. "Yeah, yeah, this is my first event back so I'm taking it slow but I definitely miss my girls."

"How is it, new parenthood is it everything you hoped it would be? How's your wife doing?" The chipper interviewer asked. Jacob's eyes lit up as he realized the whole night he could brag about you and Ruby. "It's... wonderful. It's magical. I mean, I'm tired, it's messy at times but I feel like I was born to do this. This is my new purpose. My wife is an absolute superhero though. She's the one staying back tonight with the baby. She's so..." He's suddenly tearing up. "She's incredible... yeah, yeah I could go on and on..." He says nodding fondly.

"I'm so glad. Is there anything you can tell us? Any new milestones?" Jacob made a quizzical face as he searched his memory for the answer. "Her name is Ruby, Roo as we call her. She's only three months so she's still learning to be a baby really but... she uh.. she smiled at me on a walk the other day and I had to refrain from shouting and telling everyone what just happened, it was great."

"Were you making a funny face or..?"

"No, no, well I was walking looking ahead as I pushed the pram so from her angle she probably saw a double chin or something. I hope she thinks I'm the funniest person in the world though. Time will tell." The interviewer laughed and Jacob smiled genuinely for the first time all night.

He wanted to show her off. Show everyone photos like all new dads do but he knew you and him had agreed on strict boundaries about her privacy and showing her face to the world so settled on telling stories about her to anyone who would listen.

"Jacob!" Another reporter yelled. "You're back! How's the baby girl!" Jacob smiled. "I am back yeah, I definitely miss my girl tonight but she's doing good. She's hopefully asleep right now, not giving my wife too much trouble."

"Can you tell who she looks like yet? You or your wife?"

"A potato!" He fully joked.

"She does not!" The interviewer gasped.

"No, no. I mean... she's still so little so it's hard to see who she'll look like. It all depends on the day and the expression she's making I think. My wife thinks she looks more like me and I think she's my wife's twin so... I don't know, yeah, it definitely depends."

After another dozen interviews the night was over and Jacob was so ready to be back with his little family. As soon as he was in the door, he took his shoes and suit jacket off and found you on the couch. "Hey, is Roo still sleeping?" He asked, kissing your hair. Just then the baby monitor chirped as the baby woke up hungry. "Nope!" You exclaimed, popping the p. "You wanna go get her? She needs to eat." Jacob's entire face lit up as he jogged down the hall to the bedroom, picking the baby up out of the bedside bassinet. "Hi sweet girl! Hi! Oooh I missed you.. But I told everybody all about you.." He cooed but the baby wasn't satisfied with his stories of his night, hello, she was starving! "Okay. Are you hungry? Yeah? Let's go see mama." The bounced her gently as he took her back to you, vowing to get all the cuddles once she was fed again.

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This has been sitting in my Inbox for MONTHS but I was finally ready to write something again and I saw my other Jacob stories have been popular so.. I hope this one was okay! It's funny and cute and I'm proud of it <3 And since he's going to be doing press for Dog Stars soon, hopefully that will keep me inspired!

@mooodyblue

@pimento-playing-hopscotch

If anyone has any other ideas or just wants to come chat, my inbox is always open and I'm always around even if I'm not actively writing

[druidwolf21]

Got into a car accident today and I'm achy as hell.

Might be MIA for a lil bit but I'll back as soon as I can :)

[obxobsessedbitch1]

has a sharp tongue, big mouth, fights back, can be sweet and cuddly, has a lot of walls up, serious trust issues - doesn't trust anyone but the Pogues, protective, like a guard dog, stands up for what she believes in, doesn't take any shit, hates Kooks.

matched with.. Ghostface!JJ Maybank

sweet, soft girl, fall aesthetic >>>, looks for approval from everyone, doesn't like letting people down, has a big heart, always looks out for her friends, has a good relationship with her mum, doesn't like confrontation, follows the rules, hates being in trouble

matched with.. Jackson J. Genrette

spoiled since birth, cannot do anything for herself, grew up a rich kid, never lifted a manicured finger, pampered princess, not good with money at all, has a whole room full of clothes and shoes, loves animals and kids, no danger awareness, no life skills

matched with.. Mafia!JJ Maybank

bites back, doesn't take shit from anyone, switches up when with people she loves, a badass, protective, stands up for herself, protects herself, feisty, has a walls up, goes after red flags, neglected by her parents, doesn't trust easy, kept on leash, fiery

matched with.. Toxic!JJ Maybank

protective, sweet and caring, unappreciated, mama bear, born to be a mother, loves all animals, protects her babies, housewife, supportive to all, friends are her family, raised herself, took care of her mum, deserves the world and more, doesn't spoil herself

matched with.. Domestic!JJ Maybank

[miss-honeysucklettes]

Singlemom!reader who holds herself back from laughing when her kid tries to tickle you.

Singlemom!reader who gets flustered when you tease her, or kiss her neck.

Singlemom!reader who has the best roadtrip stories.

Singledad!reader who genuinely thought chocolate milk came from brown cows.

Singledad!reader who is way too into the fun facts his kid tells him.

Singledad!reader who gets his kid to call you their other parent, which is his way of babytrapping.

Singleparent!reader who loves when their kid offers to braid their hair, no matter how short it is.

Singleparent!reader who offers you to spend the night on their messed up couch, or in their bed.

Singleparent!reader who makes the best breakfast ever, in your opinion.