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SUPERMAN COMING TO APPLE TV TOMORROW, I CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH IT!!! :DD

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lex luthor's most searched @pscentral​ event 41: heroes (template, insp)

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CLARK KENT + being media savvy and totally cool

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+ i’m not posting any of theses until all of them are done!

MY UPCOMING WIPS:

size kink with david.

david treating you like a queen after a rough day.

behind the scene with david, as being apart of the production crew.

treating david right after seeing his transformation for his role in superman...

lois lane with crush on a ditzy!sweet!barista reader.

requests are still closed, until i open them again!!!

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thank u so much for the tag hun!!! :DD @kentblvd <3

C - complexion by kendrick lamar

L - little story by kehlani

A - all night by beyonce

R - r.e.m. by ariana grande

K - kitty kat by beyonce

O - open arms (just sza) by sza

N - no angel by beyonce

I - into you by ariana grande

T - touch me by victoria monet

E - everything interlude by kehlani

tags: @nfr-girly @inhibitionfreewriting @icybarness @d1g1talxgf @davids-dimples

Thank you @winemilflover for the tag!!

I was tagged to spell my url or my name w songs 😌

W - Where is my mind? by Pixies

H - Horse with no name by America

O - Over the rainbow by Judy Garland

D - Disease by Lady Gaga

O - Operate by Peaches

E - Each tear by Mary J. Blige

S - Same deep water as you by The cure

N - Nada by Juanson

A - A forest by The Cure

T - Tears by Itou Kanako

A - A dónde va el viento from the ‘Nadie nos va a extrañar’ soundtrack

L - Lithium by Evanescence

I - I got you by Hed (Planet Earth)

E - Escaped by Janet Jackson

H - Happy house by Siouxsie And The Banshees

A - Abracadabra by Lady Gaga

V - Valentine by Fiona Apple

E - Eres by Café Tacvba

Tagging 💟 @dykexenomorph @lunarzomb @erodingsinner @panisfetch @haeva @baked-potatoes-rule @detnylaharper @earlbamber @daniirosie @phasersonstoned and anyone else who wants to join in 🤸🏼‍♀️

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PLEASE talk about Congo, Haiti, and Sudan, with the same fervor you give Palestine. PLEASE care about black struggle and suffering.

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dinner is gonna be on the table, EVERY NIGHT.

Tight Fit || Clark Kent x Reader

Summary: After trying time and time again to fit Clark, you finally get to enjoy him the way you always wanted

WC: 700ish words

Warning: Dirty talk, tad bit of size kink, praising, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), clark being a cutie patootie, 18+ mdni

Masterlist <33

A/N: Hi hi everyone wrote this and contemplated not posting it but here we are, long time DC fan but first time writing for a character very nervous cause ik it’s lowkey shit but, xoxo

Everything about Clark was big and you loved it, he’s your big teddy bear who would protect you from whatever he could. He was also big in other ways and while you always tried you could never seem to get it all to fit until one faithful night.

“Clark I promise you I can take it this time” You plead tugging on his white button down, kissing his jaw.

Gosh he loved when you acted like this for him, needing him in ways only he could satisfy you. He let you fumble with his buttons until you made your way towards his belt, He grabbed your wrist looking at you and smiling.

“Sweetheart you said that last time and in a few minutes I had to take over,” He coos, his hands finding their way to your waist rubbing circles. He knows it's not your fault he’s the one who’s big his poor girl’s thighs who burn and shake when trying to take all of him.

He kisses you pulling back just far enough so he can mumble against your lips, “Okay baby we can try again” he smiles laying you on the bed peppering kisses along your body before stopping between your thighs.

He kisses the wet spot of your panties before peeling them off and settling back between you,looking up at you before licking a stripe through your fold moaning at the feeling of you on his tongue. His hands snake their way around your thighs while yours find their way into his hair,every tug on his hair earns a moan from Clark that vibrates your clit.

His name slips from your lips like a prayer, your thighs clamping around his head while your orgasm ripples through your body; Clark continues to suck your clit until he lays his head on your thigh, his glasses slightly fogged and a lopsided smile plastered on his face.

Kissing his way back up to you he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Ready for me pretty?”, you eagerly nod a euphoric smile on your face from your first orgasm. Clark slowly pushes himself inside of you letting you accommodate his size.

“You okay sweetheart? Not hurtin you, am I?” He mumbles trying to refrain from moving too much, you shake your head whimpering, “No no keep going Clark baby please”. He starts slowly thrusting, giving you inch by inch until you're full of him.

He looked and where you both were connected and groaned at the sight of his girl taking all of him. His thrust making sure you feel every ounce of pleasure he could give you.

“Gosh look at you pretty girl, doing so good, so good for me” He whispers in your ear like a secret only you and him should hear. His pace starts to pick up, the sound of your combined moans filling the room. “Clark Please” you whimper; You’re close and he knows it the way you're gripping onto him as your only sense of stability.

“Shh I know pretty girl, me too but hold it for me we’re almost there”, His forehead touching yours the eye contact adding to the way Clark is making you feel.

“Clark please cum in me” You begged nails digging into his back that will surely leave marks. He pants,“Gosh you sure? I-I’ll do it if you really want”; All you can do is kiss him and mumble “Please baby need it”. He nods “Okay okay anything for you” picking up the pace as you flutter around him.

He’s throbbing while spurts of his cum fill you up as another orgasm ripples through you. As he slips out he watches the cum ooze out of your pussy and he smiles to himself. “You did so good, I’m proud of you” He leans to kiss your forehead stroking your cheek, you nuzzle into his touch smiling at him “You did so good too, literally perfect”. He blushes at your words knowing he's the one who made you feel this way, “Come on I’ll run us a bath”, He picks you up carrying you off into the bathroom.

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MY UPCOMING WIPS:

size kink with david.

david treating you like a queen after a rough day.

behind the scene with david, as being apart of the production crew.

treating david right after seeing his transformation for his role in superman...

lois lane with crush on a ditzy!sweet!barista reader.

requests are still closed, until i open them again!!!

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David Corenswet Superman audition tape

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my fucking shayla in his debate class photo has me in shambles😭😭

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my hair needs doing asap 😭😭😭

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Just a little petty (¬`‸´¬)

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem!reader

Word Count: ~4.5k

Genre: Domestic, flirty, jealous Clark, Humor, fluff?, petty Clark, female reader.

Summary: Clark Kent might be the most powerful man on Earth, but he’s also your boyfriend and unfortunately for you, he’s a tiny bit petty.

Or 3 times Clark is petty with other people, 1 time with you

A/N: Clark is definitely a petty person, especially when he’s jealous 🫦

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1. The Flower Stand Guy Who Looked Too Long

Saturdays in Smallville are slow, sun-drenched, and full of the kind of sweetness that seems stolen from a postcard. There’s a market in town every weekend, local produce, baked pies, soaps that smell like lavender and fresh linen. It’s the kind of thing Clark loves more than he admits. You think it reminds him of his mom. He always walks a little slower through the stalls, more grounded, a little soft at the edges.

You were walking beside him, fingers interlaced lazily, sipping your second iced coffee of the morning. His free hand carried a bag of apples you picked out together after a ten-minute debate about which farm grew the “crispier kind.” The sun glinted off his hair, and he looked especially stupidly handsome in that button-up and jeans combo, just simple enough to hurt.

You stopped at a flower stall, bright bundles of color bursting from buckets of water. You leaned in to smell something pale yellow and sweet.

That’s when it happened.

The guy running the stand, probably no older than 22, college-kid energy with a flirtatious smirk he probably practiced in mirrors, leaned over and plucked a daisy from the bunch.

“This one’s perfect for you,” he said, holding it up like an offering. “Bright and pretty. Like you.”

You blinked. Smiled a little, awkwardly. “Oh. That’s sweet—”

And just like that, Clark was beside you, silent and looming. Not aggressively. Not even impolitely. Just… there. His hand found your waist without asking. His thumb skimmed across your side, not possessive exactly, just territorial.

“She doesn’t like daisies,” Clark said, his voice so smooth it almost masked the glacier under it. “They make her sneeze.”

“I do?” you asked, tilting your head, amused.

“You do,” he confirmed. “Violently.”

The flower guy looked vaguely confused but handed the daisy to someone else and backed off like Clark had somehow made the temperature drop five degrees.

The second you were a few steps away, you elbowed Clark in the ribs, trying not to laugh. “Violently?”

“I was protecting your sinuses,” he said flatly, sipping his iced coffee like a martyr.

“Oh, so you weren’t being jealous and weird?”

“I wasn’t weird,” he mumbled.

“You get so obvious when you’re jealous. You just go full dad-mode.”

Clark stopped in the middle of the path. “Excuse me?”

“Next time just pee on me like a wolf.”

“I’m never buying you coffee again.”

“You love me.”

He sighed, kissed your forehead, and muttered into your hair, “I love you. Even when you’re a brat.”

2. The Gym Bro Who Wouldn’t Shut Up

Clark always claimed he hated gyms.

Too many mirrors. Too many people grunting unnecessarily. Too many guys named Chad who thought protein shakes were a personality.

But you’d dragged him to yours after weeks of nagging, convinced he needed some “normal” stress relief after one too many nights saving the world. He agreed on one condition: that you let him be your gym partner.

You should’ve seen the trap.

You were halfway through your workout when it started. You were doing squats, nothing too heavy, just reps for tone, when he appeared. A guy with way too much cologne and biceps that had their own zip code. He hovered nearby. Watched you for a little too long.

“You’re doing those wrong,” he said, smirking like a guy who hadn’t been asked.

“Oh?” you replied politely. “I’ve been doing them this way for years.”

He smiled. “If you ever want real results, I could show you a better technique.”

You glanced over your shoulder, Clark was across the gym, stretching, pretending not to hear. But you could see the tightness in his shoulders, the faint glow in his eyes that meant he was definitely listening.

“I’ve got a spotter,” you said.

“Oh, yeah? Where?”

And that’s when Clark strolled over.

Not rushed. Not loud. Just massive and silent and glowering.

“She’s with me,” he said simply, planting himself between you and the gym bro like a whole wall of Kansas corn-fed protectiveness.

The guy blinked. “Cool, man. Just helping.”

“No need. I know every one of her sets. And her PRs. And her recovery window.”

You raised a brow. “Since when do you know that?”

Clark didn’t break eye contact with the guy. “Since always.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, hiding a grin.

The guy left.

Clark handed you your water bottle like he hadn’t just mentally crushed another man’s will to live. “Hydrate,” he said softly. “You’re getting that glowy sweat thing.”

3. The Waiter Who Thought He Was Charming

It was your anniversary dinner, one Clark had meticulously planned. Candlelit rooftop, fancy dress, real wine glasses, the works. He wore a tie, for God’s sake.

Everything was going perfectly… until the waiter decided to make himself a third party to the relationship.

It wasn’t anything egregious. Just… little things.

He complimented your earrings. Your perfume. Your smile. Then he topped it off with, “If I may say, you’re far too stunning to be out with just one man tonight.”

Clark’s jaw didn’t twitch. His smile didn’t falter. But his hand under the table slid to your thigh like he was anchoring himself before he said something inappropriate.

You squeezed it, silently warning him: Don’t.

But Clark never needed words to be petty.

He waited until dessert, then excused himself quietly. Five minutes later, the manager came over, personally, carrying a full tray of desserts.

“These are on the house,” he said. “Mr. Kent mentioned it was your special night.”

The tray had everything. Chocolate lava cake. Berries soaked in champagne. Miniature soufflés. A heart-shaped crème brûlée with your initials carved into the sugar.

You looked at Clark, eyebrows up.

He just leaned back in his chair, draped his arm behind you, and smirked like a man who had just eliminated a threat with whipped cream.

4. You, The One Person He Couldn’t Be Petty With

It happened on a Wednesday. You’d promised to be home for dinner. Clark had made lasagna. Actual lasagna. With layers.

But you were late. Very late.

Not because of anything scandalous. Just work. A deadline gone sideways. A missed train. A phone battery that died at exactly the wrong moment.

By the time you walked in, flustered and apologetic, Clark was seated on the couch, arms folded, blanket around his shoulders like a dramatic grandmother.

You paused. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Oh no.

You dropped your keys. “Clark…”

“You said seven. It’s nine-thirty.”

“I texted—”

“Phone died.”

You sighed and walked over, flopping beside him. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t look at you.

“Clark.”

“I reheated the lasagna three times.”

“You hate reheating things.”

“I do.”

You turned, climbed into his lap like you always did when he was being dramatic. “Are you giving me the lasagna cold shoulder right now?”

He exhaled through his nose.

“Did you light candles?”

“Two.”

“Did you wear the apron?”

He scowled. “Yes.”

You kissed his jaw. “You’re so dramatic.”

He finally looked at you. “You said we’d eat together.”

You softened. “I know. And I hate that I missed it. But you know I love you, right?”

He blinked, defenses crumbling fast. “…even when I pout?”

“Especially when you pout.”

And just like that, Clark Kent, petty, pouty, perfect Clark Kent, melted into your arms like warm sugar.

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