I love that Jimmy Olsen is exactly the type of photographer Peter Parker pretends to be. Just bat-shit insane.
Whenever someone asks Peter how he took a picture he's like "Oh! I uh-, climmed a flagpole. Totally"
And very mortal, normal-human Jimmy is like "See, Clark, is not that weird"
I mean, look at this nutjob.
The world could be ending, lava on the streets and Jimmy would be out there photographing away. No powers, no sense of self preservation. Just khakis, a camera and a dream.
I like to imagine Peter meeting Jimmy and immediately being mortified about it.
Jimmy: –and so luckily I was able to take the picture before the building collapsed on me... Superman was super pissed at me but, photographer to photographer, it was totally worth it.
Peter: Right, no– See, this is actually my first time hearing how fucking insane that sounds. No wonder people at work look at me weird.
clark kent x gf! f! reader & pre-established relationship
this fic is based in a college setting
cw: (mdni 18+) size kink (inhumane height) dom/sub dynamics bondage (includes a memory of use of rope and using neck tie to bound hands together) mentions of past sex and clubbing, drunkness and yes clark kent of course, mock teasing you as he is a freakkkk in this one!
wc: 2.5k
au: welcome back to week 2 of my kinktober! i hope you ghouls and ghoulettes are ready for freakkkk clark kent, i may have gone over board but who doesn't love a noncanon clark kent? please beware this a very nsfw fic and read with caution, you are responsible for what you read.
now playing: p*rnstar by nessa barrett
the light in your college dorm glowed with streams of purple and pink tones as your led lights strung above your ceiling. you were currently working on homeowork as clark was out with his buddies doing some type of debate for his club, yes it was going to be another night alone. your posture now hunched as you sat atop your bed just idly working some college algebraic equations when your door had a slight knocking sound on it.
you froze as it was late, like 11:30 pm late, nobody should be coming to disturb you as your friends groaned in annoyance at the fact you ditched another night of partying and drinking for homework. "god you're a buzz kill, bet if clark was there you'd go." your best friend nicole huffed as her heels clicked on her way out and her mini skirt hung showing too much skin for your taste. pulling your hood from your 'mu' (metropolis university) hoodie off your head, your sock clad feet meet the birch oak floor.
you swung your door open to be met with babybreath and blue forget-me-nots in your line of sight, behind them was a stern chest and a dorky loop sided smile. "hi beautiful." clark's voice perked your ears as he lifted you and you swung your legs around his waist subconsciously. "what? what're you doing here?! i thought your debate wasn't over until tomorrow at three o'clock?" you siad remembering his texts from you earlier.
clark ♡
my debate won't be over until three tomorrow, so don't worry about me, i'll get some sleep here soon. don't work yourself too hard on your math work. i could've done it for you. ;) i love you beautiful, have a goodnight.
"yeah... well, we defeated the nyc debate team and they were our last competion and they thought it was going ot be a two day process. i guess not though, so we came back early. the guys wanted me to go celebrate and get drunk but i told them i'd take a raincheck for the next time. i just wanted to be with my girl." his voice got lower as he nuzzled his nose to her hairline, his hold on you unwavering. "clark kent, you dog." you lightly slapped his shoulder as you dived in for a hug. "yeah, yeah,yeah. i know, but i missed you. aside from working at the market in downtown square and being a college debate student with a major in journalism and not seeing my best girl, i miss you, sue me."
he joked as he walked into your cozied atomsophered dorm, your bed displaying a bag of nearly eaten potato chips and your notebook with your scrubblings of equations your laptop thrown off to the side. "wow, someone was nose deep in her homework." he whistled as you let go of him and closed your laptop with ease, gathering your notebook with your pencil and chip bag. "shut up farm boy. i blew off clubbing for a smooth day tomorrow without a nausaitating headache and a good day with my loving boyfriend."
his hands up in defeanse as you threw a pointed look at him. "well doll, i'm here now aren't i?" his lips curled in a smirk, arms out in a motion for you to give him a hug. you give-in as you shake your head and let him swirve in for a kiss instead. "hmm, hmm, god i missed you." he sighs against your forehead, his wamr breath fanning over your skin. "yeah? my clarkie missed me?" you tease as he eyes you like a prey stalked by its predator, the air shifts as he rushes to pull you to him.
his strong hands immediately go to your thick locks of hair and gently tug creating a pain-pleaure filled sensation to tingle down your spine. you groaned out in pleasure as his mouth met your neck and only then it clicked that your boyfriend, clark freaking kent, the boy you fell in love with at junior prom, towered over you all these years. you knew you loved a tall guy because you were really into the whole height difference thing, but it was the intimate moments that made you realize just how tall your boyfriend was. your eyed half lidded looked like sex and clark's hunger only snowballed for you.
he took his time, he was a gentlemen after all, ideally any guy would groan at the thought of foreplay but in this case you got lucky. your boy, after all adored the living hell out of you and he knew you like the back of his hand too. his eyes trailed over your collarbone and down your hoodie, "baby, gosh i love when you look really cozy cause ii can cuddle you. but gosh this time your just wearing too much clothes." he huffed as his hands made work on lifting yout hoodie to expose your white tank top, the air making your nipples pebbled and hard. "my good beautiful girl, gosh you're perfect."
his praise only added to the pleasure as he began to nip down the collumn of your tender throat. you moaned as you cupped the back of his neck, the soft tuff of curls in your fingers. "hm, god please clark. i can't take this any longer, please... i need it." you begged and pleaded as you were being abused and sucked on by your six foot four giant of a boyfriend. "yeah? can't wait can you? just missed me too damn much didn't you sweet girl?" you couldn't fathom the words, so shaking your head seemed to be a better option.
he nipped and sucked at your skin, and he dived his fingers south into your cotton grey shorts. "god your soaked beautiful, all this for me huh?" his voice husked and soft as he pulled oyur shorts down in a swift manner, "it's not fair your all dressed up here." your lips painted in a heavy pout as you tugged on his belt. "ah-ah-ah, paitence." he cooed, stripping you from your clothes. "paitence my ass kent." you huffed as he turned you over and gave you a soft smack on the ass causing a soft 'thwap' to be heard in your small dorm.
turning you softly, he pulled you towards your bed, now it was a full sized bed, but you traded your twin when your dorm roomate transfered out ot another school with better opportunities for her. making this dorm yours, and you were lucky. no peeping eyes or having to ask them to give you two privacy. "clark please, im cold and i want you, havent seen you in two weeks honey." you groaned as his fingers traced your skin delicately, his fingers retracted as he grabbed hold of his tie.
his navy blue tie against his white button down neatly tucked into his black slacks. he smirked as he began to tie your hands together and your eyes doubled in size as you gulped watching his calm and tame exterior change into into that only you saw behind your respected closed doors. his lips instantly met yours as he nibbled down on your swollen lips. you groaned into the kiss as you felt more pressure being added to the tingly feeling you were trying to enflame. your hands bound, impatient grabbed onto the soft leather of his belt and unbuckled it causing a chuckle to fall from his lips,
"i don't think I've ever seen you this impatient, baby doll we have all night slow down." he hushed as he kissed your reddish-pink lips. "no! i want you, want this right now, i feel... feels like my skin's on fire." you mumbled as clark took advantage of your bound hands as he lifted them above your head and redid the knot to tie onto your bed. usually clark would've tied your hands with rope like he had when you disobeyed him that one week he went to his farm house for spring break.
you couldn't go because your family wanted to see you, as punishment when you both came back he tied your hands together with rope and edged you until he felt ready to fuck you. clark kissed your jawline as he tugged his slacks off and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding until the tip made contact with your wet slick folds. you mewled at the feeling and clark only continued to tease you, "yeah baby? ready for this big cock to fuck you dumb huh?"
his hand holding onto your hip and the other holding your. hands as he sank into you. you groaned pornograhpically loud at the motion and he began a 'abusive' speed and pace on your hole. clenching and pulsing around him, clark's moans and whimpers sliped out as you felt out of character right now. you were never this loud during sex, bu the coil was tight and ready to burst already. the sensitivity of clarks pubic bone creating a bumping friction on his fast pace as you felt yourself cum undone. "clark, fuck. i'mgonnacum!" you moaned as he just kept pumping himself inside your slick hole.
"let go, such a good girl." his tone beyond teasing but mockery. "feels so good clark dont stop." he mocked as he held your face before letting go and flipping you over, your ass to his front. "perfect little slut aren't you?" he hummed as he didn't let you catch your breath, his body caged you in as you felt a rush of blood go to your pulsing heat. the flush on your cheeks was enough to tell him you were flustered by his size. he kissed up your back, you could feel the smile behind the kisses, and you felt so overstimulated by the action.
your ass pushed against his hard cock, as a manner to beg him to fuck you senseless. "please clarkie, i need you." you begged, tears threatening to spill as you felt so ready to untie yourself and tie him up instead due to his lack of hurriedness. "since you asked so nicely, i will." he hummed, hands digging into your cheeks as he gripped you and fucked you back onto him. "c'mon baby doll, throw that ass back onto me." moaning you did as told, and the 'thwap'-'thwap' sound began to be heard thoughout your room, your hands curled cresent moons digging into your palms as you shrieked out in pleasure.
"yeah? good babydoll, glad that pussy is liking this so much." he cooed as his hands massaged your ass. the slick and wet sound combined with the thwap sound only stirred your seconf orgasm, unitl clark used his skilled fingers to work your clit. you moaned out as you clung and dug your nails into your sheets, you heavy breaths and moans suddenlt gong mmore high pitched and clark didn't need to be a geniuses to know you were coming.
your pussy clenched and sucked him in furthter as you let him fuck you through your high, his high approaching the more he felt you pulse and clench down onto him. his own high spilled onto oyur back, painting it with pearlascent drops. his forehead rested on oyur shoulder as you both came down from your highs. his awarness of your hands came to the forefront of his mind and he untied his tie from your wrists. pulling out, clark grabbed some tissues from your vanity and wiped off your back as he lifted you up and pulled you close to him.
you winced at the sudden movement as clark petted your hair and kissed your forehead, nose, lips a final time. he pulled his phone off your nightstand and ordered some food to your dorm. the two of you ended the night with thai food in bed, and a movie playing on your laptop as you were properly cleaned up,clark changing your sheets to the other set under your bed. clark ended up brushing your hair and braiding it before the two of you knocked out and spent the following day together in a just the two of you manner.
hi lovelies, i hope you enjoyed this week's kinktober! it was such a pleasure to write this one because yes i adore a noncon clark kent ! to add the element of it being set in college was 1000% better! i think this helped element and more realism to it! do i hate the ending, yes but i only proof-read some of this and i can't find another way to rewrite the ending of this in a way i wanted it to be but i tried.
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@pinksplace ♡ @vanillaclark ♡ @honey-on-your-tongue ♡
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At one point she rage baits Clark. It's glorious, she walks into the hall of justice shit talks Guy Gardener and flys a spaceship. She's amazing. And is back to canon.
