ok i agree with Clark being a tits man but HEAR ME OUT!! nipples....he seems like such a man who is fascinated by female bodies — pretty and pointy nipples for him to suck 🫠🥵
Nipple play ✨️
You straddle his lap, and within moments, your chest is bare. He's holding his big hand against your rib cage like an underwire and kissing just below your soft, warm nipple. Then, a gentle lick of your smooth areola before sucking it into his mouth. Your nipple hardens under the brush of his tongue, and the skin around it tightens with goosebumps. He moans into your tit, sucking a little harder, while he massages your other breast, and the nipple hardens against his palm. He pays such special attention to your them, with his big hands, soft lips, and hungry mouth. When he's ready to switch tits, he hugs you against him with one arm, and the front of your crotch meets the shape of his massive erection. Your lips part as it takes your breath away with a stab of need. Clark smiles in knowing amusement, then pulls your face to his for a deep kiss as you grind against him.
Clark Kent who hasn’t started fucking his cousin yet but it close to breaking, jimmy sends him a link to some girl who is Superman’s biggest fan. Clark opens it and rolls it eyes, he opens his mouth to explain she isn’t Superman’s fan- she’s actually a hater fr- and doesn’t get the chance to get any words out before he watches as she begins to touch herself
Clark finding out his cousin is a cam girl and records in his bed, fucking herself as she buries her face into his pillows in her super suit.
Who else would wear a bright blue, long-sleeved top with the neckline pulled down under her tits?
You moaned, removing any doubt that it was you.
Gooood GOSH. The blood drained from Clark's face and rushed to his cock.
Seeing thousands of interactions on the video, his mouth got dry. He took a sip of water without taking his eyes off the screen. When he realized that wasn't your apartment, he felt a brief pinch of jealousy.
Upon realizing it was his own bedroom, a soft groan slipped from his lips. He smoothed his pants, with his thumb grazing the log resting against his inner thigh.
On screen, you purred, "I wonder what he’s doing right… now,” trailing your hand down your neck, your chest, then letting your nipple peek through your fingertips.
"Hey, Big Blue? I'm gonna show you what you're missing...." (You set up a POV shot of a pillow with a dildo strapped to it) “...soon as I hear from you.”
The comments were begging Superman to slide into your DMs so you'd release the next video.
He wouldn't use a verified account. He'd use what looked like a fan account to comment, "I volunteer as tribute," with a neck-down selfie in costume, sporting an agonizing erection.
As a huge guy with the most impressive cosplay ever and swoon-worthy wood, he'd make top comment.
Commenters would be throwing their panties at him like 💦💦💦 Everyone would be cheering him on to get the next video. Cheering you on to fuck him on camera. “Do it!!! He's the next best thing,”
They'd start shipping you with this "fan." You'd like their comments and reply things like "👀."
It would become a whole saga that fans were following and making tiktoks about... all without realizing it was Superman and Supergirl sexting in public 🥴
Omg Toxy I’ve just read your Slasher lover TikTok fic (so good❤️🔥❤️🔥!!) and it made me think — what if Clark finds Supergirl’s erotic book lying around (maybe she left it there on purpose😏) and at first he thinks it’s romantic and sweet but then he reads a passage and 🤯🫨😵😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵 maybe he imagines himself doing it all to her … and feels super guilty about it🙂↕️🤤🤤🤤
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dark romance
Clark x supergirl!reader | lemonzest masterlist
SUMMARY: Clark finds a book of yours 🫣
CONTENT: 18+ book within the fic has dark/captivity themes, implied masturbation, incesty thoughts
ty for the ask, kate! 💕 this kinda got away from me lol like half of it is the book within the fic 😭 1.5k
When Clark found your book on the nightstand in the guest bedroom, he had a feeling it wouldn't be G-rated. He couldn't always tune out his super-senses. He could hear your heavy breaths and feel your heartbeat.
Out of curiosity, he opened the book to a random page that confirmed his suspicions and made his cheeks warm. He might have closed it at that point, if the male lead’s description hadn’t caught his eye. Instead, he went back toward the beginning of the book and thumbed through enough pages to get to know the big strapping hero with dark hair, blue eyes, and chiseled good looks. Interested in reading more about this guy, he turned on the lamp, propped up a couple of pillows, and settled in with his ankles crossed.
It started with a lady being kidnapped by a group of absolute scoundrels. Reading about the way the men spoke about her and pushed her around made Clark tense up, wishing he could fly there and save her himself. When it became clear the hero would arrive soon, he became invested.
When the hero showed up, Clark practically fist pumped. He couldn’t help but picture himself.
It was satisfying, reading about her rescue from the men, although the man didn't have to be so violent about it. The fellow didn't leave anyone alive.
(It's okay. It's just a story. Clark was allowed to enjoy that)
The damsel was crying as she began to bring herself to her feet, and the hero helped her. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he offered, “I know a place nearby.” She hesitantly accepted, and over the next few pages, a scene unfolded where he picked her up, mounted one of the horses, and carried her into a humble shop bakery where they were allowed to use the wash room. The baker’s wife offered to help the lady, but the hero insisted he do it himself.
This was the first part that made Clark a little uneasy, but the sexual tension that followed soon made him forget about it.
The man coaxed the protagonist into removing her outer dress so he could better see her bruises and scrapes, and then he washed and examined her limbs gently with his big, rough hands. His touch made her shiver and awakened something within her. As for him, she was the prettiest thing he’d seen.
When the girl was all cleaned up, she thanked the man for his help, and said she’d be alright from there. He insisted on getting her something to eat, at least. They sat and had some bread, and the way the man looked at her like prey made her nervous. He instructed her to stay put while he went to the wash room to relieve himself, and he took her shoes with him.
Clark’s neck tensed at this.
As soon as the man turned his back, the girl made a run for it. Clark found himself rooting for her to get away, but there was so much left in the book, it couldn’t have been the end, and the tension built between them suggested it wouldn’t end without some kind of release.
The hero was none too pleased to learn the girl had ran. He pursued her as she ran barefoot down a cobblestone street. “You’re not safe here!” he yelled after her. It seemed like the girl wanted to take care of herself, but when she tripped on the cobblestone, the man caught up.
The hero–or the man Clark had thought was the hero– grabbed her quite roughly by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Then he crouched down to talk to her. “When I say stop, you stop,” he said. “You do what I say when I say it, and we won't have a problem.” He showed her a knife on his hip. “I’m gonna take care of you. protect you. Make sure you don’t end up as anybody’s pet.”
“Let me go,” the lady pleaded.
“That's not going to happen, sweetheart,” the man said. He took her jaw in his hand, admired her lips, and said, “If I didn’t find ya when I did, you don’t wanna know what they would’ve done...Pretty thing like you shouldn't be out here alone….. My, such a pretty thing.”
Clark couldn’t stop reading, and couldn’t stop picturing himself as this man, despite beginning to hate him.
The man placed a hand on her chest, making Clark’s heart jump. Then he lightly dragged his fingers down her neckline. He cupped a breast and said, “You got something’ a lot of fellas might risk their lives for…. Men have gone to war for less, sweetheart.”
The girl shivered under his hungry gaze, and so did Clark.
The man brought his face close to hers, then lay a hand on her inner ankle and skimmed all the way up to her inner thigh, under her dress. She whimpered, and the man reassured her, “It's okay. sweetheart. I'll treat you real good, but I ain't leaving you here.”
Clark's heart pounded. This man he thought was a hero, a man he identified with so quickly and easily, wasn’t helping anyone for the sake of *good*. He was helping himself.
Clark was fuming, but he couldn't stop reading. What was gonna happen? Was she gonna overtake him at some point and get revenge?
As the man stood up from crouching, he took her hand and placed it on the hardness of his trousers. “I’ll give you something later if you’re good for me,” he said. “Whether you like it depends on how good you are.”
Terrible, Clark thought. Disgusting. And the lady thought so too, but she was also aroused?? Jiminy Crickets. Clark flipped a few pages, too eager to see what would happen to give up the story just yet.
The girl was turned on for the rest of the journey. Sitting in front of him on a horse. She was throbbing, imagining what he might do to her later. She was tingling with fear and desire when he copped another feel of her breasts from behind.
Clark took off his glasses and stared into space. “What the heck are you reading,” he whispered to himself, then took a deep breath and reminded himself it was fiction. Then he stopped judging you just long enough to realize he himself was aroused.
Oh, golly, Clark thought. Well, they sure know how to write this stuff, don't they? Is this what you wanted, he wondered. Not someone to make sweet love to you?
He couldn't help but picture himself as a hero, and it was disturbing to imagine himself doing these things to anyone, but at some point, the girl had become you in his mind. And somehow, it wasn't too difficult to imagine you enjoying it.
Clark was no longer sure he wanted to know what would happen next. Instead, he flipped some pages.
The man had the girl up against a wall, frisking her. Skipping some fifty pages later, she was bent over his lap, getting spankings.
Good grief. When he read how she ached to be filled by this bad man’s engorged member, Clark idly palmed himself over his pants, caught himself, then closed the wicked book and put it down.
Sitting in silence, he couldn't help but imagine some version of himself shoving some version of you up against a wall, perhaps lifting you by your thighs. “Good gosh,” he said to the ceiling, then turned the lamp off.
He chewed the inside of his cheek. What a bad idea to open that book. He was hard now, but no, he wasn't going to take care of that. Not to this filth. He suppressed the urge, and to distract himself, he went on an outing. He took care of some rescues that Justice Gang probably could have done themselves.
Late at night, he found himself back in the guest bedroom, cracking open the book. If he could just find out how this tension would be broken, he could let it go.
There. Got it.
The “hero” impaled her with his massive cock, and Clark quietly moaned. His blood rushed South as she was filled beyond her imagination and taken roughly.
After the man came inside her, Clark put the book down again, heart racing, face hot.
Of course you read this filth. He, however, needed a shower.
And under the warm, running water, he needed to think about anything else, but it flitted through his mind: you bent over someone's knee with a devious smile awaiting punishment. Some version of you shoved face-first up against a wall, biting your lip, as some version of him hiked up an old fasihoned dress you'd never wear... that's what slipped into his mind, just before he watched his creamy spend slide down the drain.
Just read the recent fanfic you reblogged (28 years later one; so good btw) and I wonder what would be Clark's reaction to Supergirl!reader finding questionable fictional men hot cause he knows she's so down by his looks and what does it mean she's thirsting over obviously unattractive guys when there's Clark (the guy she wants and he knows it) right next to her lmao I guess this is jealous! Clark but funny since he's jealous of people who don't exist and who wouldn't be worthy of his cousin even if they did exist bc they're devoid of beauty (not to mention they're obviously villains?! This is a family of superheroes, Kara! lol) You decide if she is being sincere or just teasing him.
By questionable I mean beauty and personality like Pennywise, Freddy Krueger, Lizard (the hills have eyes), Art the Clown or even the alpha or you choose! I trust your choice either way 🫶🏻
slasher lover tiktok
Clark x supergirl!reader | Lemonzest masterlist
I know, @megangovier 's Alpha fic is so good!!! LOVE this fun ask, nonnie. Tysm 😭 🫶
CONTENT: Silly but you're also naughty smh. Clark's a little jealous 🤭🤏 18+ Blog
First, Clark catches you watching a Pennywise edit on tiktok, this one. He's next to you when you find it, and you're giggling. And he keeps hearing the Khia snippet as you rewatch it. He shakes his head and chuckles. "Of all the Bill Skarsgard roles..."
"What?" You ask.
"I guess I get it," Clark says. "He's what, 6'4"?" Not that Clark happens to know the height of every male celeb as tall as him or (the very few who are) taller.
"Is he?" You ask. "I thought he was taller."
Clark's jaw tenses. "Maybe with that ridiculous clown hair." AND the camera adds weight. If you realized how skinny Bill was, you wouldn't be that impressed. Not that Clark cares, obviously.
At some point, Clark gets you to show him how to use tiktok. He searches Pennywise in morbid curiosity. Wow, girls are really into this? Nah, it's gotta be the skarsgard effect. He searches Pennywise 1994 to be sure. Phew. Nothing like that of Tim Curry's Pennywise.
RIP Clark's fyp... Slasher thirst edits everywhere. And then he catches you in the wild fawning over Leatherface.
Leatherface? He says it out loud, without thinking.
You squint at him, amused. "What do you care?"
"Isn't he like... a cannibal or something?"
You tease him, "It's a movie, boyscout."
"Yeah but that-- that's not the part you're into, right?"
"Ew, no," you agree.
Okay, good. Just another huge guy, Clark thinks. Fair enough... Clark is in better shape than Leatherface, but he's in better shape than everyone.
You clarify, "I'm more into the chasing girls with chainsaws part."
Are you trolling him?
"Ha-ha," Clark plays along with less humor than he thinks. "And then getting rescued," he adds.
"I don't need rescuing," you remind him with a laugh.
"No, but that's the point, right? You're always the one doing the rescuing. So of course you might get a break from that in your...." Clark's face gets warm. He didn't really mean to go there.
You're enjoying this now, and that much is clear as you ask, "You think that's the fantasy? Some big hero comes and saves me from him?"
The collar of Clark's t-shirt is feeling tight all the sudden. He admits, "Hey, I'm a guy, what do I know?"
"Some big guy in a cape shows up?" You ask with a coquettish tilt of your head, twirling a strand of hair. Then you stand up and put the back of your hand to your forehead and swoon, "Save me, Superman!"
You fall into Clark's arms, easily caught by him, and giggle in amusement at his relatively straight face, with his eyes smiling down at you.
"Gah, you knucklehead," he laughs.
You put your arms around his neck and go back in character. "Superman, thank God... he might have eaten me out within an inch of my life."
"Okay, that's enough," Clark says, "Gah, really??"
"Someone's gotta do it," you shrug irreverantly. You muss his hair as you stand up, then leave him mortified and maaaybe a little turned on.
Begging for a crumb (a bit more than a crumb) of Clark Kent x supergirl 🙏🙏 do you have any WIPs you can give us a sneak peak of?
Intrusive Thoughts
same trip as Christmas Wish in the No Return universe.
18+ cousin incest, explicit thots ft Bruce & Lex
“Everything good between you and Bruce?" Pa asked like he was just making conversation.
"Yeah," Clark answered, annoyed at himself for his prior outburst. He couldn't help but snap at the idea of Bruce dating you.
"Can't beat yourself up too much, son."
"About what?" Clark asked.
"Not takin’ her in when she was younger--I mean, when she first got here.”
Clark's stomach dropped, and he stared at the dirt.
"Guess I'm sayin'... if ya wanna make up for lost time, that's swell... But she ain't a little girl, son. Heck, she's old as you... can't protect her from everything."
Clark's jaw flexed. His father assumed the best of him, assumed he just wanted to shield you from all the men who could hurt you. He felt sick with guilt.
"You’ve gotta share,” Pa said.
Having zoned out, Clark squinted at his Pa.
His father answered the silent question: "With the world, son… With anyone she wants."
Share you.
Clark's mind came alive with intrusive thoughts:
You and Bruce on the Bat Pod: You, horizontal under the bat man as he weaved through the streets of Gotham with his cock straining his uniform, and your hips lifting to feel his big, stiff dick, feel every vein, feel it throb against you until you plunged your hand into his trunks and helped his leaking tip find your dripping hole... you, stuffed with bat cock for a high-octane version of the tractor ride. You, chained to a wall in the Bat Cave's sex dungeon, tits overflowing a black, leather tube dress, inner thighs glazed with cum. Gosh darn it, you'd look good in chains... you'd look so good...
Share you.
With anyone you wanted.
"Right," Clark said through gritted teeth, willing away thoughts of you and...Lex, God forbid. But not without him. Absolutely not without Clark. No, Lex would have to start in the cuck chair, watching Clark pound you from behind. Lex Luthor, mesmerized by your bouncing tits as you took every inch of super cock. Lex Luthor stroking himself with LutherCorp lube, rising to his feet with his eyes glued on Clark as he approached the bed. Lex Luthor, making eye contact with Clark while shooting a load all over your tits. Was that what you wanted? Did you like being blackmailed? Did you like it?
Clark took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart rate. He tried to relax his neck. “You’re right, Pa. She can handle herself.”
“Attaboy,” Jonathan said, then stood up with a sigh and left Clark on the bench, doubled over with a throbbing erection.
i wonder what could Clark possibly do that would make supergirl reader really mad at him and how long would it take her to forgive him?
“He hurt me... and you let him live," you seethed.
Clark was STILL excusing it: "Superman can't just start killing people. All hell could break loose." He floated closer. “Are you okay? Let's go home.”
“That's where I'm going. Home to Gotham."
- - -
Clark hated letting you down, even for a moment. But it *wasn't* a job for Superman. That was why, as soon as he knew you were okay, Clark Kent was going to do it himself.
Afterward, he'd show up with bloodsplatter on his shirt and plead with you to just turn on the news. He'd pace while you flipped channels, finding nothing. "Just wait," he'd insist.
Then, the news would break: Your assailant found dead, holding a note on steno paper: Of course I did.
Hii about the Lex n Clark being temp allies, what if Lex has evidence of their public groping, n he uses that to blackmail them into letting him sleep with them?? He promises to delete the evidence after lol
Lovingly, C
hii, friend! i like it 🤭 💙 prev fic: yes, cousins. | No return
Negotiations
Drabble. Sexual & incestual references. 18+ blog.
"How did you come by this photograph, Lex? And what makes you think it's authentic?" Clark still seemed to think there was another way out of this. The two of you were sitting at Lex Luthor's desk.
Lex laughed. "Trust me: It's been authenticated."
Clark stood up in a huff and paced. Lex straightened the photo of Mr. Handsome on his desk. When Clark returned to the desk, he stood behind you and braced his hands on the back of your chair, scowling with a dark curl falling onto his forehead.
Lex looked back and forth between you and said, "I feel like you want me to sit on it. The article, I mean. do I have that right?" When neither of you answered, he went on, "The problem is, it's just not that comfortable. I feel like I need... something else to sit on. Maybe something to sit on me, too." His eyes traveled down your body, making Clark's jaw clench.
"Forget it cueball," you said.
Lex let out barely a chuckle. "You know, sweetheart, you're pretty on the outside, but I think it's a different story inside." He glanced up at Clark. "You tell me, Supe. You've spent plenty of time there... oops." Lex closed his lips tight, with a trollish smile in his eyes.
You could feel Clark's heart rate speeding up and could picture his eyes glowing red.
"I'm not gonna fuck you, Lex. But fine, I'll suck your dick," you offered. "Whatever."
"Like heck you will," Clark snapped.
"Excuse me?" you asked Clark.
"God, this is fun," Lex chuckled to himself, then addressed Clark. "Oh, you're welcome to chaprone, buddy. Hell, she can sit on your cock while she does it."
"Excuse us," Clark grumbled, then grabbed your arm and forced you to your feet and away from Luthor's desk.
"I'm the one who got us into this," Clark whispered.
"Yeah, but I don't really mind," you shrugged.
"You don't mind?" Clark asked through gritted teeth. "Lex Luthor?? What is wrong with you?"
"You could always let him suck yours," you offered. "Just close your eyes. A mouth is a mouth."
"There's nothing like your mouth," he corrected you.
"That's sweet, baby cousin."
-
When you went back to Luthor's desk, Lex announced, "I'm afraid my terms have changed."
"Oh, come on!" Clark shouted with his whole body, pecs bouncing under the S on his chest.
"I think I need both of you," Lex said. "Yeah... it's just too hot watching you conspire to cover up the evidence of your incest... your, your family affair... the way you shouldn't be doing this, but you just can't help it...god, isn't that the best?"
Clark smacked a cup of writing utensils off the desk and loomed over Lex with his chest heaving.
Looking up at Clark, Luthor's blue eyes widened, feigning innocence as he took a sip from his mug.
"Easy, kal," you whispered.
Clark took his seat, mandspreading and tapping one foot violently while chewing his thumbnail.
Lex gave you a smile as he put the mug down, then he clasped his hands together on his desk. "How's this: Put me in the cuck chair today, and I'll cancel this article before it goes to print."
You and Clark shared a glance. Clark wasn't going for it.
"And if you decide you want me to delete this picture from existence, we'll work something else out. There will be time for that."
You and Clark shared a glance.
"Say you get to watch," you mused, "How do we know you're not taping it for more kompromat? How do we know you're not taping right now?"
"Now, she's smart," Lex pointed to you and looked at Clark. "You choose the venue, and you can check for surveillance beforehand. Oh, and you don't have to be in uniform. Although that was a nice touch for my front page article."
"This is never gonna end," Clark gritted. "I say we let him run it."
