🏹I'm Yen, I write fanfics and draw, I've had tumblr for years, but I decided to actually start using it now.
🦷I only write on tumblr, I will not post my works on other sites, if it is somewhere else then that is not me and is stolen, I also do not approve of my works being used by ai
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🦷I write for multiple different shows, books, fandoms, etc like Crk, South of Midnight, fnaf– I am busy a lot so I apologize in advance if it takes a while to get to your questions and requests!!
☁️What I will and will not write☁️
🦷I will write:
🦷Fluff, smut, canon x reader, canon x canon, occasional angst
🦷I am a sucker for that soft and mature kind of romance, with communication and lots of sappy stuff so sorry everyone who prefers dark content..
Pairing: Clark Kent (Superman 2025) x f reader
Summary: Kryptonians have a yearly breeding season where they’re consumed with the need to wildly fuck for days. You’re helping your boyfriend Clark through it. It’s, uh, more intense than you expected.
Tags: smut, p in v, rough sex, breeding, rut, mating press, dirty talk, possessiveness, mates, feral alien Clark, aftercare, Gary cameo
Word count: 1.3k
Read below or read on AO3
Clark is never more strongly reminded that he is an alien as during his yearly rut.
It turns out that Kryptonians have a mating instinct and breeding season. Clark’s has synced up to this yellow sun's solar year, which is handy for planning ahead to ask for the time off work at The Daily Planet and inform the other superheroes he’s going to be unavailable for a week.
But Clark hates his rut. It makes him feel insane, mindless with lust, out of control. In other words, powerless—not something Superman has much experience with or patience for.
Because without a female to breed, all he can do is frantically masturbate again and again, never quite satisfied yet always compelled to keep going and spill his seed one more time. He instinctively feels that if he could spill it inside someone, make her bear something of his, he wouldn’t have to chase completion as often and would find the whole thing pleasurable. Although he doesn't at all want a harem like his bio parents advised, he sure wouldn't mind having one person to breed.
This year, he’s finally getting his chance, because for the first time ever, he's brought a girlfriend with him to ride out his rut in his Antarctic fortress: you. He was nervous about how it would go, but you assured him you could take it. You wanted to be there to provide relief for him.
But you had no idea just how feral Clark would become in rut.
He's got you bent in half, your own knees flattening your breasts, sobbing and drenched in sweat, trapped under his heavy body as he savagely fucks you. His teeth are bared like he’s a snarling wolf, rabid with lust, growling and grunting in a throaty voice you barely recognize. There’s a trace of Clark left in his eyes, the last shred of control he’s holding onto, the only thing that’s keeping him from actually hurting you with his bestial power.
Not that you’re not sore—you’ve been going for hours now, losing track of how many times you’ve come. All you can do is hang on while he uses your body to sate his unearthly urges. You try to dig your nails into his biceps, but his skin is as unyielding as the drive of his cock.
“Jus’ one more, gotta give ya one more load,” he mutters between gritted teeth. “You can take it, jus’a few more minutes baby, good mate, so good f’me.”
His cock is bigger in rut, every ridge and vein more pronounced, emphasizing how inhuman it is. He’s always been a lot to take, but the sharper edges now, the way it threatens to split you open and plunges so deep, makes it hard to breathe, and yet you relish the way it lights you up as it hits every spot you have and then some. His balls, too, feel especially heavy and large as they collide against your ass with a wet slap on every thrust.
“So close, gonna fill ya up and breed ya right, fuck a baby into this pretty pussy.” He’s slicking in and out of you faster, riding on a river of his own cum from your previous rounds. Your cunt is drenched, throbbing. “Can’t wait to make you all round with me, like a perfect mate. Gotta fill you to the brim with my seed so it takes, give it all to you.”
“Yes, please, fuck it inside me, fill me up!”
“Take it!” he shouts, tightening his hands on the back of your thighs. “Take all my seed, fff—” A roar rips from his chest as he snaps his hips forward and unleashes, flooding your womb with fresh cum, leaving part of himself deep within your body. His balls are pressed tight against you, and you can feel them throbbing, unloading all they have into you.
That feeling, of him truly breeding you, unravels you as well—you gasp as a wave washes through you, soft-edged with your weariness but no less blissful and deep. “Oh yes, baby, milk me, milk every drop from your mate, that’s it,” Clark groans as he feels your cunt clamping around his still-throbbing cock.
He grinds himself into you, making sure he’s gotten his cum as deep as possible, before letting go of your thighs and collapsing on top of you—but catches himself with his own flying power so that he’s touching you without crushing you. He’s not making you hover, but you feel weightless anyway, the air around you gone all syrupy as you float through your pleasure.
His lips press to yours, the kiss tender yet intentional, claiming. You let your trembling legs drop to the mattress, and Clark promptly hooks his around them, caging himself around you more thoroughly, but his body is soft, like a lazy cat draped over you. It seems like he might finally have run out of steam, at least for now. You stroke your hands over his back and he lets out a raspy little hum.
“Are you alright?” he murmurs, hoarse.
A little aftershock shivers through your wrung-out body. “Yeah,” you sigh.
Suddenly the door opens, and over Clark's shoulder you can see his superbot Gary entering with a tray. Clark is already wrapped around you, blocking your naked body from view, but he tightens his hold on you and jerks up his head. “Mine!” he snarls. “My mate!”
Gary continues to approach, unperturbed. “I have no interest in your human,” he says, and if he wasn't a robot, you would swear he says it in a weary tone, like he's tired of Clark's nonsense. “I would remind you, sir, that you were the one to ask me to bring in water and food for your companion whenever I heard you cease mating.”
Your cheeks burn with embarrassment at hearing the nonchalant way he discusses you having sex and at knowing he was listening to it happening, but try to remind yourself that he's just a robot and sex means nothing to him.
Clark seems to be having a little trouble remembering this, because he growls low in his throat, but lets Gary get close enough to set down his tray on a table beside the bed. He doesn't loosen his arms until the robot is gone, and his mind seems to clear a bit once the two of you are alone again. “I can't help it,” he mutters as he sits up enough to grab some water for you, his softened cock finally slipping free of your body.
“I know, honey,” you say as you gingerly sit up too, trying to clench to keep a wet spot from forming beneath you, though it's hopeless. You ignore it and take several long gulps of water, then pick up a bowl of chocolate-studded trail mix. It’s your favorite kind from Trader Joe’s, which you doubt you ever told Clark directly, but which he must have noticed. You give him a big smile. “You’re such a sweetheart for arranging the snacks ahead of time. Though, did you have to tell Gary to listen to us ‘mating’?”
He wrinkles up his nose. “I didn’t put it like that, just told him to come in when we were quiet. He…inferred.”
You laugh. “He’s a smart robot.”
Clark massages your aching hips while you eat, and you let out a groan when his strong thumbs press into your tender muscle.
“You really are alright?” he asks with his brows knit together, and you nod, still chewing. “What else do you need?”
You swallow. “I could use a nap, if that’s possible.”
“I can hold myself off for a few hours, I think.”
You find a dry spot on the bed and settle down together, Clark's warm body spooned up behind you, the two of you fitting together just as perfectly this way as when he was inside you. You’re meant to be in his arms. His fingers lace with yours and spread over the curve of your belly. “Mine,” he whispers.
Comments and reblogs are very appreciated and inspire me to keep writing!
I’d also love to connect with other people in the fandom since I’m new to this one, so send me a message if you want to chat about Clark, writing, or whatever!
Taglist: @azarianfalkner (comment if you want to be added or removed)
Pairing: Clark Kent (Superman 2025) x f reader
Summary: Kryptonians have a yearly breeding season where they’re consumed with the need to wildly fuck for days. You’re helping your boyfriend Clark through it. It’s, uh, more intense than you expected.
Tags: smut, p in v, rough sex, breeding, rut, mating press, dirty talk, possessiveness, mates, feral alien Clark, aftercare, Gary cameo
Word count: 1.3k
Read below or read on AO3
Clark is never more strongly reminded that he is an alien as during his yearly rut.
It turns out that Kryptonians have a mating instinct and breeding season. Clark’s has synced up to this yellow sun's solar year, which is handy for planning ahead to ask for the time off work at The Daily Planet and inform the other superheroes he’s going to be unavailable for a week.
But Clark hates his rut. It makes him feel insane, mindless with lust, out of control. In other words, powerless—not something Superman has much experience with or patience for.
Because without a female to breed, all he can do is frantically masturbate again and again, never quite satisfied yet always compelled to keep going and spill his seed one more time. He instinctively feels that if he could spill it inside someone, make her bear something of his, he wouldn’t have to chase completion as often and would find the whole thing pleasurable. Although he doesn't at all want a harem like his bio parents advised, he sure wouldn't mind having one person to breed.
This year, he’s finally getting his chance, because for the first time ever, he's brought a girlfriend with him to ride out his rut in his Antarctic fortress: you. He was nervous about how it would go, but you assured him you could take it. You wanted to be there to provide relief for him.
But you had no idea just how feral Clark would become in rut.
He's got you bent in half, your own knees flattening your breasts, sobbing and drenched in sweat, trapped under his heavy body as he savagely fucks you. His teeth are bared like he’s a snarling wolf, rabid with lust, growling and grunting in a throaty voice you barely recognize. There’s a trace of Clark left in his eyes, the last shred of control he’s holding onto, the only thing that’s keeping him from actually hurting you with his bestial power.
Not that you’re not sore—you’ve been going for hours now, losing track of how many times you’ve come. All you can do is hang on while he uses your body to sate his unearthly urges. You try to dig your nails into his biceps, but his skin is as unyielding as the drive of his cock.
“Jus’ one more, gotta give ya one more load,” he mutters between gritted teeth. “You can take it, jus’a few more minutes baby, good mate, so good f’me.”
His cock is bigger in rut, every ridge and vein more pronounced, emphasizing how inhuman it is. He’s always been a lot to take, but the sharper edges now, the way it threatens to split you open and plunges so deep, makes it hard to breathe, and yet you relish the way it lights you up as it hits every spot you have and then some. His balls, too, feel especially heavy and large as they collide against your ass with a wet slap on every thrust.
“So close, gonna fill ya up and breed ya right, fuck a baby into this pretty pussy.” He’s slicking in and out of you faster, riding on a river of his own cum from your previous rounds. Your cunt is drenched, throbbing. “Can’t wait to make you all round with me, like a perfect mate. Gotta fill you to the brim with my seed so it takes, give it all to you.”
“Yes, please, fuck it inside me, fill me up!”
“Take it!” he shouts, tightening his hands on the back of your thighs. “Take all my seed, fff—” A roar rips from his chest as he snaps his hips forward and unleashes, flooding your womb with fresh cum, leaving part of himself deep within your body. His balls are pressed tight against you, and you can feel them throbbing, unloading all they have into you.
That feeling, of him truly breeding you, unravels you as well—you gasp as a wave washes through you, soft-edged with your weariness but no less blissful and deep. “Oh yes, baby, milk me, milk every drop from your mate, that’s it,” Clark groans as he feels your cunt clamping around his still-throbbing cock.
He grinds himself into you, making sure he’s gotten his cum as deep as possible, before letting go of your thighs and collapsing on top of you—but catches himself with his own flying power so that he’s touching you without crushing you. He’s not making you hover, but you feel weightless anyway, the air around you gone all syrupy as you float through your pleasure.
His lips press to yours, the kiss tender yet intentional, claiming. You let your trembling legs drop to the mattress, and Clark promptly hooks his around them, caging himself around you more thoroughly, but his body is soft, like a lazy cat draped over you. It seems like he might finally have run out of steam, at least for now. You stroke your hands over his back and he lets out a raspy little hum.
“Are you alright?” he murmurs, hoarse.
A little aftershock shivers through your wrung-out body. “Yeah,” you sigh.
Suddenly the door opens, and over Clark's shoulder you can see his superbot Gary entering with a tray. Clark is already wrapped around you, blocking your naked body from view, but he tightens his hold on you and jerks up his head. “Mine!” he snarls. “My mate!”
Gary continues to approach, unperturbed. “I have no interest in your human,” he says, and if he wasn't a robot, you would swear he says it in a weary tone, like he's tired of Clark's nonsense. “I would remind you, sir, that you were the one to ask me to bring in water and food for your companion whenever I heard you cease mating.”
Your cheeks burn with embarrassment at hearing the nonchalant way he discusses you having sex and at knowing he was listening to it happening, but try to remind yourself that he's just a robot and sex means nothing to him.
Clark seems to be having a little trouble remembering this, because he growls low in his throat, but lets Gary get close enough to set down his tray on a table beside the bed. He doesn't loosen his arms until the robot is gone, and his mind seems to clear a bit once the two of you are alone again. “I can't help it,” he mutters as he sits up enough to grab some water for you, his softened cock finally slipping free of your body.
“I know, honey,” you say as you gingerly sit up too, trying to clench to keep a wet spot from forming beneath you, though it's hopeless. You ignore it and take several long gulps of water, then pick up a bowl of chocolate-studded trail mix. It’s your favorite kind from Trader Joe’s, which you doubt you ever told Clark directly, but which he must have noticed. You give him a big smile. “You’re such a sweetheart for arranging the snacks ahead of time. Though, did you have to tell Gary to listen to us ‘mating’?”
He wrinkles up his nose. “I didn’t put it like that, just told him to come in when we were quiet. He…inferred.”
You laugh. “He’s a smart robot.”
Clark massages your aching hips while you eat, and you let out a groan when his strong thumbs press into your tender muscle.
“You really are alright?” he asks with his brows knit together, and you nod, still chewing. “What else do you need?”
You swallow. “I could use a nap, if that’s possible.”
“I can hold myself off for a few hours, I think.”
You find a dry spot on the bed and settle down together, Clark's warm body spooned up behind you, the two of you fitting together just as perfectly this way as when he was inside you. You’re meant to be in his arms. His fingers lace with yours and spread over the curve of your belly. “Mine,” he whispers.
Comments and reblogs are very appreciated and inspire me to keep writing!
I’d also love to connect with other people in the fandom since I’m new to this one, so send me a message if you want to chat about Clark, writing, or whatever!
Taglist: @azarianfalkner (comment if you want to be added or removed)
“claudia de pointe du lac” “claudia de lioncourt” “claudia de pointe du lac de lioncourt” did you fools ever consider claudia eparvier. did you ever consider that she would absolutely take madeleine’s last name because madeleine is the only one who ever put her first and that she would want to repay her by putting her first too. did you consider this
a/n: after learning that captain clark has two tongues, i have decided he would give astronomical head. enjoy! <3
clark gave you head like he was a starving man. he'd eat you out for hours, hell, he had the time on his hands to, so why not? and my god was he good at his job. the way his lips suckled your clit, beard tickling your thighs. you always tasted so good to him, like you were the most precious delicacy on the planet.
and captain wanted to taste you too.
he had clark's feelings, his desires after all. so when you two were resting, you sitting on a couch while captain was curled up on the floor with his head in your lap while you stroked his hair, and his fingers found the waistband of your pants, you knew what he was up to. you assisted him, undoing your zipper and button because you knew his fingers weren't ambidextrous enough to do so, and he did the rest by tugging your pants down to your ankles. you kicked them off and spread your legs to grant him further access, hands coming to rest upon the sides of his face as he eyed the space between your thighs.
"go on," you encourage him. captain's fingers hooked beneath your panties and pulled them aside, before abruptly stuffing his face into your heat and inhaling deeply. you gasped at the sensation as he stuffed his nose into the patch of fur just above your pussy, your fingers curling in his hair. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth when he stuck his tongue out, being careful not to graze your folds with his teeth as he tasted you. your thighs instinctively spread further, a soft moan escaping your lips as he lapped at you.
"mm, yeah," you breathed softly, gazing down at him and he stared back, glossy eyes fixated on you as he tasted you, tongue running up and down your puss. he fixed his tongue on your clit, where he had learned with time made you feel good. and then his second tongue darted out and stuffed itself into your hole. you gasped, gripping onto the back of his head as you threw your head back.
"oh, yes," you whined, eyelids fluttering closed as you let him get to work on you, his two tongues going to town on your cunt. there was no rhythm to what he did, he just went all in on devouring you, his one tongue swirling around inside your hole like he was trying to finish what was left of a cup of pudding while his other flicked your clit over and over. you hiked your legs over his shoulders and pulled him in closer, ankles locking behind his head to keep him right where he was as he reduced you to a moaning, panting mess with his tongues alone.
"fuck-!" you cried out, fingers digging into the back of his scalp as you felt tension coil in your lower abdomen as you were about to cum. captain was relentless, eating you out as if you were his last meal. he wouldn't need to eat other still life's or people at this rate when he had this right in front of him. your pussy tastes better than any flesh and blood did anyway.
you encouraged him to continue, the knot in your stomach tightening, threatening to snap. captain continued licking and sucking, stimulating you further until finally you reached your limit, and you arched your back as your hips rolled, stuffing your cunt further into his face.
"god, yes!" you cried, sweating and shaking as you came. captain eagerly lapped up your cum. you panted, chest rising and falling as you came down from your high, blinking the stars from your vision. captain pulled away from your cunt, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your folds. you gazed back down at him, stroking the sides of his face in a loving manner. he let out a low purr, looking at you for reassurance that he did good.
"that was amazing," you breathed softly, and you pulled him up a bit so you could press a kiss to his forehead. "good boy. made me feel so good."
Yandere office workers x reader employee. I'm talking about ALL the employees including the boss/CEO. As usual 4 scenarios! 😝
Reader gets called in from the CEO and they're worried they're going to be fired, but they actually get employee of the month. Then reader is just boasting and bragging about their success while the yanderes are just being the biggest fans.
A negligent reader who forgets to eat or sleep because they are always stressed with work. The yanderes will make fulfilling lunches for them and do their work for them. The CEO will give them extra vacation days and the yanderes stalk watch over the reader to make sure they're taking care of themselves.
A rude employee slaps the crap out of the reader because maybe they got something wrong or said something rude back to him. Lets just say it took EVERY WILL POWER for the yanderes not to rip that guy apart until he begged for forgiveness. but of course reader won't see that happening!😊
reader announces that they might quit their job because they want to retire early (from the yanderes) just imagine the yanderes acting like this⮟. lmao 😭
My offer still stands, I'm at your door while sitting patiently!💖 kinda
