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ABSOLUTE SUPERMAN, 2024- | Clark Kent

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Ride me baby~ MDNI (18+)

Clark Kent x Black reader

Content Warning: chest ridding, sub!clark.

WC: 128 apx

Clark Kent Blurb

• Clark doesn’t curse. So he’s not going to. (unless in his rut and he can’t control the crap that comes from his mouth)•

Synopsis: you ride sub!clarks chest.

“Gosh you feel amazing.” He murmured, his hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass and bringing you closer to his chest. Your cotton covered core collided with the expanse of Clark’s firm chest as you roll against him seeking the friction you need. Pleasure shot through you as you rolled your hips again steaming his sides tightly. “That feel good, honey? Pls tell me you feel good…You gonna ride my chest? Cum just like this?” He said whining into your touch, Clark’s questions went unanswered as you moved against him and he dug his fingers into the meat of your ass. Letting you ride him until you cried out his name shaking as a damp spot started to appear on your panties and his t-shirt.

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SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn.

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I'm not her

Warnings: Sadness, sad ending, comparison to Lois

Character: Clark Kent x Reader (gender not specified)

You can read it with any version of Superman, with Henry Calvin, Tom Welling, David Corenswet, Brandon Routh or Tyler Hoechlin.

It was easy dating Clark Kent.

He was so sweet, so attentive, and so tender.

You hardly ever argued with him; you always had such respectful and thoughtful discussions that you'd end up in bed kissing.

Even his double life as a superhero wasn't difficult, He trusted you and confessed it.

At first, you didn't believe him, but when he started levitating in front of you, you fainted.

He was Superman.

You couldn't believe it, but after an intense conversation with him, you ended up with a severe anxiety attack.

You prayed that nothing bad would happen to him, you shuddered when he was injured, and you cried over the injustices he suffered at Luthor's hands.

If before you worried about his work as a journalist, now you suffered in silence every time you saw him on the news.

The hard part was Lois, Lois Lane

You knew you weren't Clark's first partner; he'd had others before you, and you'd had them before him, and you both knew it, and it had never bothered you.

But you wouldn't be lying if you said you felt uncomfortable whenever Lois was mentioned.

She was amazing, smart, determined, beautiful, perfect, and Clark always made sure you saw it.

It all started with whispers:

“This isn’t the milk Lois used to buy.”

“Your pancakes are different from Lois’s.”

“Lois watches a show you should be watching.”

At first, you ignored it, using the same brand of milk and making the same pancakes as always, but then it got worse.

“Lois understood me better.”

“She wasn’t as dramatic as you.”

“Lois trusted me more and what I could do.”

And you were sick of hearing, “Lois this, Lois that.” It bothered you that he compared you to her, because he did.

He compared your clothes to hers, your hairstyle, even your shoes,you were sick of it, but you put up with it.

You loved Clark so much that you preferred to ignore it and move on, until one night you snapped.

“If you were Lois, this would be different,” Clark yelled at you.

You couldn’t remember what you had argued about; All you knew was that they had both started yelling and losing their tempers.

Hearing those words, you fell silent, The tension was so thick you could barely breathe.

Your frown turned into a pout, you wanted to cry, and you did, Clark's expression changed immediately when he saw your tears

“No, Clark, I’m not her. I’m not your perfect, wonderful Lois Lane. I’m just me, your not amazing, imperfect partner,” you sobbed, feeling your cheeks wet. Clark opened his mouth to speak, but you stopped him.“You know, if you’re going to compare me to her so much, why don’t you go back to her instead of comparing me to her?” you yelled furiously.

“Maybe I should,” Clark whispered without looking at you. That was it.

You felt your heart shatter, as if Clark had taken your fragile little heart in his hands and crushed it.

You swallowed hard and held back. You wanted to hit him, but you knew you’d hurt your hand if you slapped him.

“I’m sick of you always comparing me to Lois, Clark. I’m not her, and I never will be,” you said, crying.

“I know. You’ll never be her,” Clark admitted, looking at you. His expression was serious and calm, as if he didn’t mind destroying you.

You choked back a sob and quickly grabbed your things. You couldn’t be with him anymore.

He never truly loved you.

You were just there to keep him company, maybe just until Lois came back for him.

"It's over, Clark," you said, walking toward his apartment door.

Clark turned to look at you, but didn't try to stop you. When you reached his door and gripped the handle with a trembling hand

"I hope you're happy with your lovely Lois Lane," you said before leaving his apartment and walking into the cold streets of Metropolis.

Clark stared at the door, but he didn't run after you, didn't stop you, and that broke your heart even more.

You knew Clark wouldn't follow you because, after all, you weren't Lois Lane.