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Chapter updates
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I know this is a Superman/DC blog BUUUUUT I just got back from seeing this film and WOW I loved it! Kinda makes me want to go back to my "Spider-Man in Gotham" fic.....
Finally have the free time & motivation to write. Ch.26's draft so far looks like:
Heavy dialogue on Clark & Maggie's walk to school. Some light flirting, some more-or-less innocent kisses, and Clark coming clean about his Red-K past.
Maggie skipping lunch to spy on some very powerful people and hoping she doesn't get caught.....
Maggie (if she plays it smart) jumpstarting the early formations of a Justice League... or at least something that resembles an early armature version.
Lionel is fixating more on the flame of knowledge. Promethus suffered for his desire to give knowledge, make humanity better, etc. Lionel feels as if HE'S suffering/being tormented for wanting to do the same.
But also - the "flame of knoweldge" is eluding him. Shadows of human ambition, stretching climbing reaching for that flame. Thereâs urgency and desperation like that flame could slip away at any moment. He could almost feel the heat of Prometheusâ fire calling to him, pulling him forward, making him strive, even as it burned him with the knowledge it gave.
It's perfectly in line with Lionel. He's a man that obsessed over Alexander the Great. Although if we're going by that metaphor, he's more the King Philip to Lex's Alexander.
Finally have the free time & motivation to write. Ch.26's draft so far looks like:
Heavy dialogue on Clark & Maggie's walk to school. Some light flirting, some more-or-less innocent kisses, and Clark coming clean about his Red-K past.
Maggie skipping lunch to spy on some very powerful people and hoping she doesn't get caught.....
Maggie (if she plays it smart) jumpstarting the early formations of a Justice League... or at least something that resembles an early armature version.
Lionel is fixating more on the flame of knowledge. Promethus suffered for his desire to give knowledge, make humanity better, etc. Lionel feels as if HE'S suffering/being tormented for wanting to do the same.
But also - the "flame of knoweldge" is eluding him. Shadows of human ambition, stretching climbing reaching for that flame. Thereâs urgency and desperation like that flame could slip away at any moment. He could almost feel the heat of Prometheusâ fire calling to him, pulling him forward, making him strive, even as it burned him with the knowledge it gave.
Finally have the free time & motivation to write. Ch.26's draft so far looks like:
Heavy dialogue on Clark & Maggie's walk to school. Some light flirting, some more-or-less innocent kisses, and Clark coming clean about his Red-K past.
Maggie skipping lunch to spy on some very powerful people and hoping she doesn't get caught.....
Maggie (if she plays it smart) jumpstarting the early formations of a Justice League... or at least something that resembles an early armature version.
Finally have the free time & motivation to write. Ch.26's draft so far looks like:
Heavy dialogue on Clark & Maggie's walk to school. Some light flirting, some more-or-less innocent kisses, and Clark coming clean about his Red-K past.
Maggie skipping lunch to spy on some very powerful people and hoping she doesn't get caught.....
Maggie (if she plays it smart) jumpstarting the early formations of a Justice League... or at least something that resembles an early armature version.
Fanfic is a fun little hobby I enjoy tremendously, but not a priority sometimes.
Let Me Be Clear: This story is not abandoned! I will however be posting on Ao3 less frequently. I know my updates are already once a month, but it could be longer.
For anyone familiar with public education in the United States, itâs Back to School Season - not only for me (professionally) but also me (personally).
Iâll still be doing stuff on Tumblr because this is low stakes and easy AND I will continue to draft in my free timeâŚ..just not as frequently at the moment because free time will be limited.
When I have something to post on Ao3, I will post it on Ao3.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Clark takes Maggie to the Kawatchee Caves to teach her about not only his origins, but also Krypton's long history on Earth. Before the pair can have a chat with Daddy Dearest, they're interrupted by another overbearing and demanding father.
Word Count: 12.6k (sorry)
Author's Notes:
Episode Anchor: âLegacyâ 03x17
This chapter is a massive LORE drop. It'll be a lot of information mostly from the show, some I've embellished. Outside of watching the S2-3 episodes that feature the caves, you can always visit the Smallville Wiki page on it. That's also where I'm getting some of my more specific details from.
Lionel Luthor starts his antagonist journey this chapter! HERE are my thoughts on him in relation to how that impacts Maggie specifically.
Summary: Sometimes Maggie canât wait. Morning or night, Clark is happy to make her happy.Â
Tags/Notes: free use (implied ongoing consent), light somnophilia (implied consent), blowjob, cock warming, unprotected p in v, creampieÂ
Minors do not interact (MDNI)
Explicit Content -- 18+ Audience
Word Count: 1.1k
Master List: HERE!
Clark Kent didnât technically need to sleep. His Kryptonian biology really only needed sunlight to feel whole. The nights Maggie Baker was around, he slept anyway. It was a nice habit ingrained in him as a child. So Clark dreamed, and in dreaming, remembered he was human.
But that doesnât mean Clark didnât mind Maggie sometimes waking him with soft kisses along his collarbone, her breath tickling the fine hair on his chest. By far, his favorite way of waking up was to his girlfriend deepthroating him under the sheets.Â
Heâd wake slowly as a warm, wet heat engulfed him. Maggieâs tongue traced the thick vein that ran the length of him, her lips sealing around him and sucking.Â
He let his head fall back against the pillow, eyes shut to the world, fingers threading through Maggieâs hair until he could gather it in his fist. He didnât guide so much as encourage her rhythm, letting her set the pace.
He let her use his body however she needed while he was still half-asleep, voice raspy as he murmured, âGood morning, sweetheart.â
He groaned a choked sigh as he got dangerously close. He tried to hold back, but then Maggie hummed against him, the vibration nearly breaking his mind. She swallowed him deeper, until his hips jerked off the bed and he came in a sudden rush. He could feel the hot liquid spill across the back of her tongue, his thighs trembling as he fought to ride the aftershocks.Â
Maggie didnât let go. She held him in her mouth, swallowing, her throat working beautifully around his oversensitive flesh until he was nearly whining.
When she finally let him go it was with an obscene wet POP!, her lips swollen and shiny, eyes watering, and a smile curling the corners of her mouth. Clark hauled her up his body to straddle him, her hair falling around her face like a curtain. He reached for her with hands still shaking from the afterglow. He pulled her down into a sloppy kiss, his spend still coating her tongue. His hands found her waist, thumbs pressing gentle circles into her skin, and he could feel the pulse of her heart, wild and fluttering beneath his fingertips.
Maggie grinned against his mouth. âYouâre cute when youâre asleep,â she whispered, voice gravelly and sweet. âI couldnât help myself.â
She nipped at his lower lip, then slid off him and curled up at his side, her head fitting perfectly into the crook of his shoulder. Clark ran his fingers lazily up and down her arm. They lay in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the rest of the world wake up around them. Sometimes Maggie would doze off again, her breathing evening out, her body heavy and boneless against him. Sometimes sheâd just lie there with her eyes closed, humming fragments of songs he didnât recognize, letting the morning settle around them.
~*~
Sometimes Maggie couldnât wait until morning.Â
Restless and desperate and Clark being just right there, Maggie would roll over and bite gently at his shoulder as she climbed on top of him, knees bracketing his hips. Clark didnât need to be awake to know she was grinning, the devil in her alive and well in the middle of the night.
Sheâd grind down on him in slow, greedy circles until she slowly sunk down on his cock, inch by thick inch, and gasp out a little whimper every time she felt him hit that spot inside her. Sometimes sheâd bury her face in his neck, nipping and lapping and just breathing him in, rocking herself to a sleepy rhythm while Clark moaned into her hair, adrift in a sea of very pleasant dreams.
But when he did wake up from her soft moans or the flex of her muscles squeezing around him, heâd wrap his arms around her, shifting his hips to push deeper, and pull her flush against him so not even a sliver of moonlight could pass between them.
And when sheâs had her fill, sheâd collapse boneless on his chest with one thigh hitched over him, burrowing her nose into his skin, her pussy stuffed and filled. With nowhere to go and sleep no longer on his mind, Clark stayed like that, one hand stroking her back in lazy circles while the other curled around her thigh to keep her in place as his cock softened slowly inside her.
It wasnât something they felt they needed to talk about. The first time Maggie asked Clark to stay inside her after sex, sheâd immediately apologized after seeing his slack-jawed expression, sheepish and worried he thought she was a weirdo for wanting to stay connected throughout the night. Clark had only smiled and kissed and kissed and kissed her until she was relaxed enough to take him once more.Â
After that, it just became routine. If they were going to sleep after sex, they literally slept together, wrapped up in each otherâs arms, bodies tangled so tightly that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
There was something primal about it, the way Maggieâs body molded itself to his, the way she always reached for him in her sleep. Clark had read somewhere that humans were happiest when they slept next to someone they loved. He liked the idea that even in sleep, their instincts knew what was good for them.
He liked the feeling of being claimed by Maggie. Clark claimed Maggie in a number of ways to keep his Kryptonian nature satisfied, but he liked when she held in place and the unspoken promise that came with it: that sheâd be there when he woke up again.
There were times when, after Maggie had drifted to sleep after using him, that Clarkâs cock wouldnât soften.Â
Maggie would stir in her sleep, pushing her leg further into Clarkâs tummy to keep him close. Even in deep sleep, she could feel him deep inside her, thick and full, dragging against that spot that makes her toes curl even though she could barely move. Her body was heavy, her mind all fuzzy and soft like cotton wool stuffed behind her eyes. She breathed harder, whimpering and wiggling, sometimes half waking to the press of Clarkâs body forcing her down into the mattress.
Clark would lie awake for a little while, listening to the sound of her breathing, counting the seconds between each shallow inhale. Heâd move just enough to keep himself inside her, careful not to jostle her too much or wake her from whatever pleasant dream sheâd fallen into, as he rolled her onto her back. Sometimes, when he did move, sheâd instinctively push back against him, her thighs spreading wider even as she slept. Heâd roll his hips in slow, drowsy thrusts until he finished or drifted off to sleep, whichever came first.
They both always slept better after heâs filled her up.
As much as Clark loves sleeping beside and inside Maggie, being awake with her was even better.
The opening ~500 words or so of Chapter 26 is just Maggie being a flirty menace to her boyfriend. They're official now; there's no way she isn't taking every advantage of that.
Chapter 25: Kawatchee Caves is finished! Current word count is 11.6k. Wanna take bets on whether that number goes down during editing?
Chapter Summary: Clark takes Maggie to the Kawatchee Caves to teach her about not only his origins, but also Krypton's long history on Earth. Before the pair can have a chat with Daddy Dearest, they're interrupted by another overbearing and demanding father.
đ NEW FIC REC: IN HONOR OF SMALLVILLE COMING TO NETFLIX! đ
đFandom: Smallville
đ Fic Title: "The Second Life of Alicia Baker"
đ¤ Author: M_A_C
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đ Platform: AO3
đ Last Updated: 18 Jan 2026
đ Status: Incomplete - 17 Chapters | 112,276 words
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đ Relationships (as tagged by author):
Alicia Baker/Clark Kent Clark Kent/Original Female Character(s)
âď¸ Rating | Warnings:
Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Canon compliant violence, Canon-typical violence, inappropriate relationship, Abusive Therapist, Power Imbalance / Power Dynamics, Psychological Manipulation, "You Need Me" / "You Can't Get Better Without Me"// Please check AO3 for the full list of tags!
â¨ď¸ Tropes & Themes:
Isekai and Transmigration, Character Redemption, rebirth, reincarnation, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s03e14 Obsession (Smallville), Rare Pairings, Slow Burn, MFC has powers, Teleportation, slice of life kinda, Clark Kent is an awkward, sweet farm boy, Clark Kent is down bad
đ Official Fic Summary:
When a young woman wakes up in the body of a Villain of the Week âmeteor freak," she knows how the story is supposed to end: a brutally unnecessary death. But this time, she wonât let it.
Armed with fragmented memories of Smallville, isekai-Alicia sets out to rewrite the harsh fate coming for her. As she navigates high school (again, ew), superhuman secrets, and growing feelings for Clark Kent, she fights not just to survive, but to live. Because if the destiny wonât give you a second chance . . . you might just have to steal one.
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NSFW (18+) content for the Ao3 series Wrong Place, Wrong Timeline featuring Clark Kent x Alicia Baker from Smallville (2001-2011) as the main pairing.
Inbox Open -- Anons are welcome!
No Taglist
Some content already posted on Ao3 (Maggie's Menagerie of Miscellaneous Moments)
Minors Do Not Interact (MDNI)
All characters are 18+ unless specifically stated otherwise
"Bench Seat" - Chapter 3 of M4
Alternative scene for Chapter 16 of "Second Life of Alicia Baker." Clark drives Maggie home after a day spent with the Kents. Neither of them wants it to end. . . so "What If" they broke then tension and went at it?
Word Count: 6.5k
"New Beginnings" - Chapter 4 of M4
Future Fic! After being released from the hospital, Maggie is eager to start her new life. With Clark by her side.
Word Count: 6.9k
Compromise
Clark Kent doesn't like doggy style because he can't kiss his girl.
Word Count: 1k
Can't Say No
Sometimes Maggie canât wait. Morning or night, Clark is happy to make her happy.
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: Clark Kent doesn't like doggy style because he can't kiss his girl.
"Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy." â Phyllis McGinley
Tags/Notes: doggy style, spooning/cuddling sex, light dacryphilia, unprotected P in V, creampie, stomach bulge, implied breeding kink (if you squint), implied size kink (if you squint), overstimulation. . . miss anything?
Minors do not interact (MDNI)
Explicit Content -- 18+ Audience
Word Count: 1k
Master List: HERE!
Clark Kent canât fuck Maggie Baker in doggy.
Heâs tried and tried and tried again because Maggie liked it and Clark would never deny her anything. But every time he lined himself up and pressed her gently down with a hand on the small of her back, heâd soon find himself folding down over her like a weighted blanket to claim her mouth with his. Or nip at the nape of her neck, lap the sweat off her shoulders, suck the shell of her ear.
He just couldnât help himself. The sex was incredible, but also felt incomplete, that something was missing if he couldnât see the scrunch of her eyes or the wet glimmer as she tried to keep herself together. He liked it when she cried a little bit, but he wasnât sure how he felt about that at the moment.Â
He needed to feel her whimpers against his mouth, the way her breath would catch and stutter, when he shifted just right to thrust his thick cock deeper and harder into her until she was left gasping and begging. Sheâd bite his lower lip as hard as she could trying to draw blood even though she knew she couldnât.Â
He needed his hands on her lower stomach, the heel of his palm pressing just above her mound, to feel the way her whole body shook as he rocked into her, slow and deep. The way her thighs would tense and tremble. The soft give of her skin under his palm. With every thrust, he needed to see the outline of his cock bulging under her skin, visible proof of what he was doing to her.
He needed to see the vulnerability in her face, the brief flicker of something close to fear when her eyes went wide and dark. She knew what he was capable of. He could fuck her apart if he wanted; she was at his mercy. He was relentless in his want for her. Wanted her in a way that threatened to unmake him.Â
Clark was okay with compromise. His Ma told him that was the solid foundation of any good relationship - compromise.Â
So when Maggieâs arms buckled and she slid belly-down onto the mattress, hair stuck to her cheek, one hand still fisted in the sheets, he rolled to the side without pulling out. He scooped her into his arms easily, her back molded to his chest, their sweaty skin gluing them together.Â
He was 6â3â and she was 5â5â, which made the logistics hilariously awkward if they both werenât so fuck-drunk. He always forgot until she was underneath him. The crown of her head barely cleared his chin and her shoulder blades pressed into the flat of his chest. When he hooked her leg back over his thigh, her heel barely reached his knee. The angle opened her up so much wider for him. She made a sound that was almost embarrassed, almost grateful.
But he loved it.
He loved the way her body felt so small against his, loved the way her feet scrabbled uselessly at his shins and the sheets without finding purchase. Loved the way she writhed and shook in his hold when he buried two fingers in her mouth and felt her tongue curl around them before he dragged them down and pressed hard against her clit.
Clark liked compromise. Maggie got to feel safe and held even as he used her. Clark got to see her face, feel the heat of her skin, taste her tears or laughter or whatever sounds he could pull out of her. She was so wet that every small movement sent slick, obscene sounds into the quiet room. The friction was almost nothing. The pressure was everything. He was thick enough that she was still working to take him, her hips rolling in short movements, her whole body trying to pull him deeper.Â
âOkay?â he whispered into her hair, his lips damp with sweat and saliva and the ghost of her perfume.
She made a raw, hungry sound in the back of her throat, grinding back against him. âDonât you dare stop,â she said, voice gone hoarse.
He was always careful not to use his full strength, careful to let her set the pace when she needed to, but she was greedy for it. Maggie was always greedy for Clark. Even when she was past the point of talking, he knew what sounds meant âharder, please, God, more.âÂ
So he gave her more.Â
His hips snapped forward, his chest dragged against her slick back, his hands roamed. One on her lower stomach, the other cupping her breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger until her whole body arched away from him. She was thrashing, her elbow catching his ribs, her heel hooking behind his knee.
Maggie turned her face over her shoulder, eyes wild and unfocused, and Clark kissed her, swallowing her sounds as he pistoned in and out, feeling himself getting closer, feeling her tighten around him until it was almost painful.
Clark needed Maggie almost as much as he wanted her.Â
Not just the slick drag of her body or the sounds she made or the way her fingers clawed at his forearm hard enough to leave marks heâd never keep.
He needed to be inside her, but he also wanted to wrap around her, to keep her safe and warm, even as he used her body for his own pleasure. He wanted her to know he was strong, but also needed her to know that heâd never, ever hurt her.
He let out a long, low moan that vibrated against her lips, his hand clampped tighter around her midsection as he fucked her through the building, blinding pleasure. Her body clamped down on his, spasming hard, and she screamed his name.Â
Clark didnât stop.Â
Maggie let out an overstimulated whine and he shushed her with his mouth, kissing her again and again as he shuddered and came, burying his face in the curve of her neck and biting as the world tilted and went white. He kept thrusting even as they both came down, slow and rolling, his hips barely moving now, unwilling to pull out and let her go.Â
When he finally stopped, he held her close, tucking her head under his chin. One hand stroked up and down her arm, the other stayed protectively over her belly. The sweat cooled, their breathing slowed. He pressed his lips to her temple, her cheekbone, the corner of her mouth.
Chapter 25: Kawatchee Caves is finished! Current word count is 11.6k. Wanna take bets on whether that number goes down during editing?
Chapter Summary: Clark takes Maggie to the Kawatchee Caves to teach her about not only his origins, but also Krypton's long history on Earth. Before the pair can have a chat with Daddy Dearest, they're interrupted by another overbearing and demanding father.
Chapter 25: Kawatchee Caves is finished! Current word count is 11.6k. Wanna take bets on whether that number goes down during editing?
Chapter Summary: Clark takes Maggie to the Kawatchee Caves to teach her about not only his origins, but also Krypton's long history on Earth. Before the pair can have a chat with Daddy Dearest, they're interrupted by another overbearing and demanding father.
