ghostlychel69

[ghostlychel69]

literally just spent a whole five minutes celebrating the fact that i'm happy being single at the moment then i saw a picture of david corenswet and got upset because i'll never have a tall beefy nerd to call my husband

[ghostlychel69]

this is so fucking hot gollllyy

Clark Kent smut where he loves when you squirt when he’s in you. How you get shy, reassures you how much he enjoys it, and makes you squirt multiple times after that😵‍💫😵‍💫

──୨ৎ── Clark Kent x Fem! Reader: Don't Be Shy

Summary: Clark has never minded you getting a little messy and wet. One night, while you're fucking, he makes it very clear to you.

Words: 1,818

Tags: Squirt, Female Orgasm, Vaginal Sex, Praise Kink, Mild Size Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, Established Relationship, Plotless Smut, Porn, Plotless Porn, Half Forced Orgasms

Notes: Thanks for the request, Anonymous! I really enjoyed writing it. By the way, I'm sorry it took me so long.

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The sheets of Clark’s bed were already a mess, tangled around your legs as his hips pressed you deeper into the mattress. The weight of him, the sheer warmth of his body, was overwhelming, like being pinned down by a storm that chose only you. His mouth was on your throat, then your jaw, his breath ragged against your ear as he groaned your name like he couldn’t help it.

“God, baby,” he panted, driving into you with that slow, devastating rhythm that always made your toes curl, “you feel so fucking good around me. So perfect.”

You whined, clutching at his shoulders, nails dragging along the muscle hidden beneath his button-down that was already half undone, sleeves shoved up like he hadn’t had the patience to strip all the way. He kissed you then, sloppy, wet, biting at your bottom lip until you gasped against his mouth.

Clark loved you messy, and you could feel it in the way he grinded against you, the way he whispered like he was worshipping every part of you. Mine.

Always mine. Fuck, I love being inside you. The pressure had been building in your belly for what felt like hours. Every thrust only made it worse, coiling tighter and tighter until you thought you’d break. But it wasn’t just orgasm, it was something else. That different kind of pressure, the one you never let yourself go into.

Because every time it happened before, you’d cut it off, too embarrassed. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, let Clark see you do that. But tonight he wasn’t letting you hide. Clark’s hand slid down between your bodies, big and warm and unbearably steady, two fingers rubbing circles over your clit in perfect sync with his thrusts. The sound that tore out of your throat was obscene, high and cracked.

“Clark—” you gasped, squirming, trying to shift your hips away from the unbearable sensation. “No, no, wait, don’t—”

“Shh,” he hushed against your mouth, never letting up, his blue eyes burning into yours even as sweat dripped from his temple. “Don’t run from it. Don’t hold back from me.” His thrusts deepened, his cock hitting that sweet spot so hard you felt your vision spark. “I want it, baby. All of it. Give it to me.”

You shook your head desperately. The knot in your belly was twisting into something sharp, something dangerous.

“Clark, I—I can’t, I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna—”

And then it happened. The coil snapped, your whole body convulsing as a wave tore through you, sudden and blinding. Heat rushed down your thighs and you choked out a scream, back arching so violently that Clark had to pin you down with his chest just to keep you on the bed. The sheets were wet. Your skin was wet. And the shame hit you instantly, burning hotter than the orgasm still rattling your body.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, horrified, trying to shove Clark back, but his arms just tightened around you. “Fuck, Clark, I—I didn’t mean—”

“Baby,” he groaned, kissing your jaw, then your cheek, his thrusts slowing but not stopping as if he couldn’t bear to pull out of you. “You have no idea how fucking sexy that was.”

Your eyes snapped open, wide, searching his face for a hint of disgust, mockery, anything. But he was smiling at you, raw and reverent, like you’d just given him the stars themselves.

“Don’t say that,” you begged, hiding your face against his shoulder. “It’s gross. I can’t believe I—”

“Gross?” His laugh was breathless, broken by another thrust that made your whole body jolt. “Baby, I nearly came just watching you. You think I don’t love this? You think I don’t want this?” His fingers slid lower, smearing through the slick mess between your thighs, then pushing back up against your clit until you cried out. “You’re gonna do it again for me. Right now.”

“No!” you gasped, half-panicked, but your hips betrayed you, bucking up against his hand even as you tried to push him away. “Clark, I can’t, I can’t—”

“You can,” he growled, his lips brushing your ear, his thrusts picking up again with maddening precision. “You’re mine, sweetheart. Every drop, every mess, you give it to me. I want all of it. I want all of you.”

The shame was still there, sharp in your chest, but beneath it, a new fire spread, dangerous and addictive. Because Clark wasn’t disgusted. He was starving. Every sound you made, every tremor in your body, he drank it in like it was his lifeline. And as his cock slammed into you again, his hand rubbing mercilessly over your clit, you realized with dawning horror and bliss, he was going to make you squirt again. And again. Until you couldn’t stop.

The moment the embarrassment of that first squirt faded into Clark’s low growl of pleasure and his greedy need to feel it again, you knew you were screwed, completely and utterly at his mercy. Clark had this way of making you feel safe even while he was driving you insane with how much he wanted from you. His hands, so broad and heavy, pressed down into your thighs, holding you wide open under him, his eyes molten with lust but soft at the edges, like you were his entire world.

“God, sweetheart…” his voice broke against your ear as his hips slammed down again, cock sliding deep into your soaked cunt. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me. That sound—fuck—when you gush for me like that, I can’t stop. I don’t wanna stop.”

Your face was hot, sweat dripping from your hairline as you tried to twist away from the intensity of it, but Clark growled low, pushing your wrists above your head and pinning them with one hand, his body pressed into yours like a cage. He kissed you hard, tongue sliding into your mouth, swallowing your whimpers as his cock rubbed just the right spot inside you, dragging your body closer to another embarrassing climax.

“Clark, I c–can’t,” you stammered, your thighs trembling under the weight of him. “I just did, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He cut you off, grinding in so deep you saw stars. “You can. And you will, baby. For me. I wanna see you gush all over my cock again. Wanna feel you make a mess of me.” His teeth nipped at your lower lip before he kissed you again, his breath ragged, voice cracking with need.

The words made you clench hard around him, a moan ripping out of your throat before you could stop it. He felt it too, chuckling breathlessly into your mouth.

“There it is. You love it. You love being my dirty little squirter, don’t you?”

You shook your head furiously, embarrassed, but he only pumped harder, faster, until the sound of wet, obscene slaps filled the room.

“Say it,” Clark demanded, hips rolling in relentless rhythm. “Say you love it for me, baby.”

“I—fuck, I…” you couldn’t hold it anymore, couldn’t pretend his praise didn’t burn through your chest like fire. “I love it, Clark, I love it when you make me—ugh—”

Your back arched violently as you broke, your body convulsing around him, another hot gush pouring out between your thighs. Clark’s guttural moan filled the air as his hips stuttered, his eyes rolling back for a moment before locking on yours, watching you unravel beneath him.

“That’s it,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “That’s my baby. God, you’re perfect.”

But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. He shifted, pulling your legs up over his shoulders, bending you nearly in half as his thrusts grew deeper, rougher, pounding your drenched pussy like he had no intention of letting up. Every stroke had you crying out, begging him, but he wouldn’t hear of it.

“More,” Clark demanded, sweat dripping down his temple as he kissed your ankle where it rested near his shoulder. “Give me another one. You can do it. You’re so beautiful when you fall apart for me."

You sobbed into your arm, muffling your cries as your body writhed under his relentless pace. The angle was brutal, hitting spots that made your vision blur, and no matter how much you tried to resist, your body was already winding up again, pressure building fast.

“Look at you,” he growled, grabbing your jaw to force your gaze to meet his. “Don’t you dare hide from me. I wanna see you when you let go.”

Your walls clamped tight around him, and in seconds you were convulsing, squirting hard, soaking both of you as your scream tore through the room. Clark snarled with approval, grinding deep into you, soaking up every drop like it was the greatest gift he’d ever been given.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, yes, just like that,” he groaned, pulling out suddenly only to flip you onto your stomach in one quick motion. He hauled your hips up, pressing your chest down into the mattress, and slid back into you from behind with one rough thrust that had you seeing stars. “Not done yet. I’m not done with you.”

Your hands clawed at the sheets as Clark’s pace became savage, his pelvis smacking against your ass over and over, loud and filthy. He bent over your back, kissing your shoulder blades, his breath hot in your ear as he whispered.

“Gonna make you gush all over my cock again, sweet thing. You’re mine. Only mine.”

You keened, body already trembling on the edge again, and Clark’s hand slid down your stomach, between your legs, rubbing your clit mercilessly in rhythm with his thrusts. “Don’t hold back. Let me have it. Give it to me, baby.”

Hearing him use that soft nickname at the dirtiest moment of your life broke you open in a whole new way. You screamed his name as your body gave in, a violent gush splashing down his thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you. Clark groaned loudly, almost feral, fucking you through it, not letting up for a single second.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl. My gorgeous baby.” He kissed the side of your face as your body shook uncontrollably. “Every time you do that for me, I fall more in love with you. You hear me? More in love.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed, tears mixing with sweat as your body twitched under the overload. Clark didn’t stop, though, he eased you down gently onto your side, curling around you from behind, cock still buried inside. His hand cupped your chest, thumb stroking over your scarred skin with reverence, his mouth pressing gentle kisses to your neck even as his hips started rocking again.

“We’re not done yet, baby,” he murmured against your ear, his voice low and honey smooth despite the filth spilling from his mouth. “Not until I’ve wrung every single drop out of you.”

And you knew, he meant it.

[ghostlychel69]

never leave me, darling

blurb: clark kent falls for you upon your first meeting. hard. pt4

link to chapter1

themes: soft yandere clark, obsessive clark, perverted clark, drugging, use of sedatives, dumbification, delirium, cockwarming, p in v, breeding kink, squirting, shower sex, chef clark lowkey, pathetic clark but like soft dom if you squint, nasty af, f!reader wc: 2.7k

a/n: ok fine guys u got me yes I'm a goonette who loves a breeding kink trope, sue me. anyway last part aweee TT check a/n below to see me get emotional and as always, like, reblogs and comments are always dearly appreciated my loves, thank you and enjoy!

the weeks following clark's confession were eerily saccharine. he really was the picture-perfect boyfriend! despite the occasional peculiar quirk of his that would manifest from time to time.

Clark Kent was a phenomenal cook, you became aware of this fact when you moved in together earlier within the year and he offered to cook every Friday, his workload interfering with how much he could despite initially wanting to cook more often, you ended up despising how demanding his work could be due to the fact you were constantly eager to indulge in whatever mouth-watering dish he would whip up that week on a daily basis, but ever since he declared his mind-numbing infatuation with you, you had found that number to have skyrocketed to almost every other day.

this piqued your interest because, as far as you were concerned, clark maintained the same weekly regimen and was usually riddled with fatigue by the end of each draining shift. however, he'd still try to veil this with a bright grin, but you could see it in the way his shoulders remained tensed at all times, so you decided to ask about the sudden change one day when he came back from a gruelling day of work.

hanging up his coat on the coat hanger as he crossed the threshold of the door into the entryway, he was immediately greeted by your smaller figure as you pounced on him, the stolen tee of his that you wore bunching up as your arms and legs clung onto him as if you were a koala.

"evenin' princess,'' he murmured into your hair, lips ghosting your forehead as he leaned in further to inhale your scent. after a long day of deadlines, constant chatter and the suffocating smell of ink on stale paper, your scent always felt like a high, his own personal drug.

"missed you," you mumbled into his chest, legs slipping from gripping onto his figure just slightly but before you could completely detach from him, he picked you up, seating you on the nearby kitchen counter.

"what'd my sweet girl get up to today?" he asked as if he didn't use his super-hearing to listen to your every breath and mutter as you talked to yourself, or watched your figure from your bedroom window as you mindlessly scrolled through social media, belly down on your bed, legs swaying in mid-air back and forth as you faced the opposing wall, oblivious to his presence as he hovered just metres away.

"nothing much," you replied with a weak shrug of your shoulders.

"I wanna go outside though..." you grumbled.

clark's dotting expression flashed with a brief emotion you could only make out as panic, but immediately twisted into one of playful concern as he laid his open palm on your cheek, thumb swiping the surface almost condescendingly, "you know it's safer indoors though, baby, how else am I gonna know you're okay?"

"but I miss going outside, I miss my friends, I can barely do anything now that I work remotely", you pouted, working remotely being another genius idea of clark's.

your friends, though?

clark was in the midst of a plan to phase them out of your life entirely, their own lives becoming more chaotic and hectic as a consequence for ever stealing your attention away from him, as they quickly became consumed with more pressing matters or financial insecurity due to some freak accident like a house burning down due to what could be described none other than stray lasers being projected down onto the house. Superman however, was immediately ruled out as a suspect due to the good doer being a superhero as well as a beacon of hope for humanity, luckily for clark. ultimately, they lacked the time to reach out as they were more consumed with their own lives. 

he needed you to think about him just as much as he thought about you. he left your online friends, though, sure, they were troublesome at times, but as long as they remained distant, he didn't mind it. but he did, in fact, keep tabs on what you guys chatted about; you, yourself, oblivious to this truth, he just had to ensure they weren't implementing silly ideas into his sweet girl's head.

"hmm" he hummed as he pretended to be in thought, azure eyes darting away briefly before meeting yours once more.

"how about we talk over dinner?" he stated more than questioned as he subtly dismissed your claims.

"okay sure! can I cook?" you chimed, a grin gracing your lips.

clark chuckled as if you said something worthy enough to evoke laughter. his large hands remained on your cheek, his thumb halting its back and forth ministrations whilst his free hand went to grasp the small of your back. he shook his head from side to side as he tsked mockingly.

"I need you to eat what I make you, so I know you're healthy, don't you like my cooking?" he guilted quickly, changing the topic once more. however, there was some truth to his statement, though, clark always made sure to give a quick x-ray scan of your figure whilst you went about your daily activities unsuspectingly to further ensure you were in good physical health daily.

"y-yeah! of course-"

"then no more complaints, doll, hm?"

a beat of silence passed by as you stared onwards, unreadable, hazy expression on your features before you reluctantly nodded your head, placing a chaste kiss to his lips, not meaning to upset him as he pouted, despite him not being affected at all in actuality.

but you had recently begun to notice how strange you were feeling lately. physically, you felt good. hell, you felt even better than before you met clark. his balanced diet of feeding delicious home-cooked meals whilst indulging in your sweet cravings now and again had you feeling amazing. but that feeling should've also affected you mentally, right?

so why was it that you constantly nurtured a hazy, foggy feeling inwardly?

always perceiving how you felt slightly tipsy around him, it felt amazing though.

addicting.

clark favoured you in this state, you weren't inherently stubborn, but you did have a certain curious nature about you, often asking too many questions, questions that clark didn't have answers to yet or didn't want to answer, in fear of your response. he also revelled in the fact that you were beginning to adopt a more affectionate nature, constantly pulling clark in to kiss or settling on peppering his face with them.

in reality, though, there was a reason as to why you had acquired this behaviour.

clark had been using nicotine, specifically?

oral nicotine pouches.

opting to have some on hand every time you were within proximity, which had become closer and closer as the weeks rolled by, not solely because you adopted a nicotine rush when you kissed his plump, inviting lips, but also due to adding sedatives to your meals.

discretely adding the odourless powder to all your meals as you were perched at the dining room table, obliviously scrolling through your phone. clark glanced back to ensure your attention was elsewhere as he began to plate the food. he knew you were a smart girl, but the recent decline in your critical thinking skills, disinterest in hobbies such as reading and a significant increase in screen time were a clear indicator that his ploy was working effectively, evoking a sense of accomplishment within him.

he didn't need you questioning why all your friends and close relatives stopped calling and reaching out as frequently, unaware of the fact that their numbers had been blocked for quite some time. or why all of a sudden he began to buy you such expensive, pretty, frilly dresses and how he could afford new ones almost every week.

he was just content with the way things were. you were so so willing, and clark adored you for it.

revelling in the newfound co-dependency.

after plating the food, he cleared his throat as he looked down at your figure that still clutched onto your mobile device expectantly.

and like clockwork, your body moved before you could even comprehend the fact that you were standing up, so clark could sit in your chair.

large hands making way to clutch at your hips as he dragged you down onto the wide expanse of his lap.

eyes glued to the way he reached for a fork as he poked at the steak and fried rice veggie dish he had curated. he gathered a combination of the blend of food onto his fork as he moved it towards your mouth.

" honey" he chimed as an unoccupied hand came towards your face, tapping your cheek lightly ", open wide"

you immediately obeyed as a muted 'ahh' sound escaped your lips, munching down on the flavourful food, sweetly humming in satisfaction, causing a grin to make way onto clark's lips.

you were just too perfect. too cute.

he let out a small groan that went unnoticed as you kept eating, cursing the erection that began to stir in his slacks.

clark prayed that it would go away on its own, but then you just had to start praising his food.

"always cook the best-" you cut off as you went in for another mouthful "meals clarkiee" you slurred 

"stop talking with your mouth full", he muttered, his face buried into the crook of your neck to try and focus his mind, but ultimately inhaling your scent accidentally as he audibly groaned loudly.

you halted your ministrations as you felt it, felt him.

you turned back to face clark to witness the deep flush he began to sport, embarrassment clearly overtaking his features.

but clark didn't expect what you did next; he was sure it wasn't a side effect of the drug, which only should make you more pliant. so why was it that you were reaching behind your figure to unzip his pants? pulling out his cock as you pumped his hard length a couple times before positioning him against your hole and sinking down with a gasp.

clark let out an strangled, choked out whimper as your heat consumed him whole, his eyes rolling back as the fork descended, clattering back onto the ceramic plate below as his arms favoured circling your waist instead in a suffocating grip.

a beat of silence passed as you casually went back to consuming the meal before you.

"sweetheart.." his voice wavered, but you paid him no mind as you chomped down the last forkfuls of veg.

immediately after you cleared your plate and began drinking the cup of water that was perched next to the dish, clark thrusted up.

this caused you to sputter as water splashed down onto the table, causing you to whine.

"clarkk wait- j-just wait a secc" you slurred.

but your reprimands were disregarded as he used both hands that encompassed your waist to pull you off of him.

both of you letting out pitiful mewls.

he quickly stood up, pushing out the chair that let out an audible screech as he slung you over his shoulder, bee-lining to the bathroom, your protests going unnoticed.

as soon as you guys had passed the threshold to the bathroom door, he dropped you onto your feet as he breathed out a shaky but stern 

"strip."

he began peeling off his own work attire hastily until he stood completely naked before you, cock drenched in your slick from your previous endeavours.

you pulled off clark's stolen old tee, revealing your bare self.

no undergarments.

at this revelation, clark pushed you into the shower, swiftly turning the shower knob to the right causing warm water to cascade down onto your bare figures as he aggressively pulled you into a suffocating kiss, eliciting a loud moan from you, so he took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth. your muscles fighting for dominance, but of course, you ultimately lose.

his calloused hands descended to the globes of your ass, quickly spanking, causing you to moan out in pleasure and pain before he kneaded them between his eager palms.

his hands were unrelenting as he pressed sloppy kisses from your jaw to your neck, sucking hickeys into your flesh.

"such a nymph", he chastised as his hands travelled just below your thigh

"jump", he muttered, as you obeyed, his strong hands catching you as he pushed you against the shower wall.

"clark just put it in", you panted.

he looked towards you quizzically, a berating look twisting his features.

"pleasee clarkiee", you slurred.

and who was he to deny you when you begged for him so sweetly? 

all resolve dissipating.

he angled his bulbous tip at your slick entrance and thrusted in with a single motion, a slight struggle causing him to groan as your walls clamped down on the intrusion.

"h-how are you always so- haah tight" he stuttered, "stretched you out n-not that long ago" he breathed as he reminisced on how you two went for multiple rounds yesterday, a weak chuckle escaping his lips at the memory.

he didn't give you time to respond as he immediately started pounding into your heat, causing your head to lull back in ecstasy.

"eyes hnghh on m-me" clark whined, but when he observed how out of it you were, vision hazed over, he reached a hand up to firmly grasp your jaw, angling it towards his face as his deep blue eyes stared into yours. his hand snaked it's way to encircle your neck, applying just enough pressure to have you clamping down on him.

it then retreated down to its prior place as his speed increased, ripping a loud moan from your lungs

"r-right therreee", you slurred, eyes crossing slightly

"yyeah? like when I pound into this pretty pussy baby?" clark taunted, as he drew his hips back, angling his assault directly to your g-spot, causing you to clench down impossibly hard as his hips dragged back and forth.

"shiiitt" clark drawled ''I-if you cling to me l-like that I'll haaah"

"pleasee", you pleaded ", fill me upp"

"gotta cum with me baby", clark whined, as his pace adopted a stupefying speed, the knot in your stomachs pulling taut as you squealed, squirting around his length.

"fuuuck gonna get you pregnant baby golly I-" clark whimpered as his seed spilt inside you, causing you to cry out at the inhumanly hot temperature.

you both drew quick laboured, breaths as he set you down, still clinging to you, as you both began to clean yourselves up.

as clark got comfortable in your shared bed that he advocated you two should purchase in favour of getting rid of your own, he mused how he truly believes that you were starting to accept that you were his. even though he used sedatives and other immoral means to keep you in a trance like state, he also believed that you couldn't help but play into this role that was forced upon you, it was evident in the way you rarely ever challenged him, sure the drugs definitely played a part, but you were a smart girl clark knew this from the moment you guys met, you would've easily caught on. also, the amount of intercourse that you two had within a week was incomprehensible. the sedative may have put you in a hazed state, but its effects should have never ignited a heightened sexual drive, clark would've used aphrodisiacs if he only wanted sex from you anyway

you were so diligently willing.

he couldn't help the wide grin that overtook his face.

"what're you smiling about?" you chimed as you strolled into the bedroom, sipping a glass of water.

"did you take the pill?" clark immediately implored.

"yup." you replied as you set the glass aside, settling into the bed sheets as clark reached for you, pulling you flush against his chest.

"can't have mini yous running amuck, you're enough as is", you giggled as your lids grew heavy with sleep.

"yeah." clark chuckled as his eyes grew heavy too; however, a wicked grin began to settle on his lips due to how his mind wandered, reflecting on how he disposed of your birth control, replacing them with sugar pills about a month or two ago.

he sighed into your hair as he pulled you closer. 

you didn't have to worry, though; he had already purchased a diamond ring that remained nestled into the inner pocket of his oversized blazer jacket about two weeks after you guys had officially moved in together.

he'd take care of everything.

he yawned as he followed your lead, drifting off into a deep slumber, dreaming of living on the Kent family farm with all 10 of your future kids.

he subconsciously cracked a small smile.

you were never going to leave him.

and he'd make sure of it.

a/n: hate pregnancy tropes sm, but our diligent yan clark had to do what he had to do anyway, this series has amassed 12.6k words in total which is literally insane to me, thank you everyone for being here during this, its been hectic af but love y'all!! and trust me when I say I am NOT done with yandere Clark Kent. fear yandere Clark Kent??? yandere Clark Kent fears ME. ITS NOT OVER TIL ITS OVERRRR

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tags: @numberonerwitch @thereallifebambi @rosalieisonline @weirdness769

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[ghostlychel69]

From another maladaptive daydreamer to another your writing is chef’s kiss. Everything I read of yours plays out like a great movie that I don’t want to end. You deserve everything and more. Thank you for feeding my delulu 😊😊❤️❤️❤️💐💐💐💐💐

i’m totally gushing rn, i tagged u in the last part ml i hope that’s okay w u!! tysm for ur kind words oh em gee my hearts fluttering like crazy <333

[ghostlychel69]

how it feels tryna write the last chapter of the soft yandere clark kent series, i’m pulling stuff out my ass but bare w me whilst i cook guys

[ghostlychel69]

forever, by your side.

blurb: clark kent falls for you upon your first meeting. hard. pt3

links to chapter1 chapter2 &chapter4

themes: soft yandere clark, obsessive clark, perverted clark, jealous clark, dry humping, oral f!recieving, premature ejaculation, rough sex, use of aphrodisiac, slight dubcon, drugging, overstimulation, heavy breeding kink, nipple play, marking kink, heavy smut, p in v, squirting, f!reader wc: 5.8k

a/n: guys this had me up at ungodly hours of the morning and is my longest word count to date, still deciding on a final chapter since this would be a decent ending but please let me know! and as always like, reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated (I can respond to comments now yippee!)

Clark Kent was under the impression that things between you and him were going well, dare he say exceptionally well. so why was it that you felt the need to involve yourself with another individual who wasn't him?

he'd found out over dinner just a few days prior, when you casually announced that an old friend of yours was visiting metropolis and you, being the angel you were, extended your kind hospitality towards them, offering them a place to stay for the next 3 or so days, give or take.

"oh." clark uttered, fork very nearly deforming in his unrelenting grip as he watched his spaghetti pasta slowly descend back down onto his plate, praying that you wouldn't notice how ridged his spine went as he felt the blood in his veins run icy cold, bouts of anxiety washing over him as the notion of your attention being further divided filled him with unease.

he had recently began to develop more possessive attributes when it came to you, which lead him to using his powers in unconventional ways such as him monitoring your heart using his super hearing, tuning into it like a podcast, even if he was miles away during a conflict, mentally recording any notable spikes that may be due to anxiety or stress and making you give him a detailed run down of your day so he could identify the cause, which he would pass off as genuine curiosity of your mundane lifestyle, he'd also partake in administering full body x-rays daily to ensure you were at optimal health whilst you were oblivious.

you, yourself had also began to take note of clark's more questionable, clingy behaviour but simply brushed it off as him being more protective of you, which you couldn't help but adore him for as you were a thorough believer in the fact that the gentle giant could do no wrong and was just constantly looking out for you, only attracting you that much more to the man.

"hey.." you interjected, pulling him from his spiralling thoughts, voice easing him ever so slightly, you slowly placed a hand over his own, a gentle squeeze of reassurance gracing it "I understand if you don't want another person over, i just haven't seen Lexie in so long since I moved out here and it'd be nice to catch up, but if you feel uncomfortable I completely-"

"it's fine, really." clark cut through your rambling, truthfully he stopped listening after you casually placed your own hand atop of his, the slight contact causing his mind to haze, zeroing on how much smaller and softer they were compared to his large, calloused ones, savouring the feeling for when he finally decides to deal with the heat that had been pooling in his lower region since you offered to have dinner together, but in actuality, he was always some level of turned on when you were involved regardless.

"seriously?! omg, clark, you're the best I swear," you exclaimed, giggling as you praised the literal angel of a man, pulling his larger frame into a tight hug.

a grin making way to his soft lips as he revelled in it, subtly inhaling a whiff of your intoxicating, saccharine scent.

the coming days were filled to the brim with mental preparation as clark prepped for the impending arrival of your long-time friend. bargaining with himself that this could maybe have positive implications?? having someone you could indulge in other than clark could be good for you, especially one of the same gender. but in reality, clark knew his selfish nature towards you was bound to make an appearance sooner or later, regardless of the gender identity of said person who evoked it as it reared its ugly head towards them.

he continued trying to reason with his own irrational mind as he paced the expanse of your kitchen and living room, praying that you would retrieve the groceries you set out to get just over half an hour ago at a faster speed than the oncoming arrival of your friend as you tasked him with being present within the apartment so someone could welcome them in, much to clark's dismay but he found comfort in tuning into your heart beat to ease his anxieties.

abrupt ringing had dragged clark out of the mental prison he had forged for himself as he reached into his trouser pocket to answer the phone.

"hey clarkie, I'm pretty much just around the corner now, but Lex is basically outside. could you open the door now, please?"

and who was clark to say no to you when you asked so nicely?

but his blood ran cold when confronted with this apparent friend of yours, hands slightly twitching by his side ever so faintly as he pondered why a man was currently gracing his presence.

"hi you must be clark I assume? I'm Alex, but y/n probably still refers to me as Lexie," he chuckled, "after all these years, she still clings onto that dumb nickname."

clark was devoid of any emotion as he stared blankly at the man in front of him, considerably conventionally attractive, tall but a couple of inches shorter than himself, and seemingly well kept. clutching a bouquet of an array of red flowers, tulips, and carnations.

his emotionless stare was unwavering as Alex unconsciously shifted from one foot to another in discomfort as he awaited clark's reply.

"who are those for?" clark interrogated, eyes fixed upon the flowers, venom in his voice poorly hidden.

"y-y/n?" Alex replied sheepishly.

now clark was very perceptive. being the reporter he was, he may be oblivious and irrational at times, but he did pride himself on his logical thought processes and he immediately established the fact within a 10-second interaction that Alex, your so-called childhood friend of years, was in fact, deeply in love with you.

apart from the fact it was written all over his face, judging by the way his face flushed, his development of a faint, thin sweat, and how his eyes slightly glazed over by the mere mention of you, but also by the way clark could hear his heart beat adopt a faster pace as he thought of you, blood rushing quicker.

clark was also quite well-versed in floriography and knew that the bouquet that Alex clutched onto was a declaration of love and signified yearning, but to the untrained eye, a sweet house-warming gift.

Alex might have been hallucinating, but he swore he saw clark's eyes flash a deep burgundy red before their brief interaction was abruptly interrupted.

"Lexie??" your voice cut through the growing tension, your presence now known as you dropped the groceries that you were carrying onto the ground.

"y/n?? god, it's been a hell of a while, sweetheart," Alex mumbled into your hair as you were pulled into a suffocating hug.

a wide grin adorned your features as clark watched from a distance whilst you exchanged pleasantries with the man.

jaw clenched and seething.

"ah Alex," you chirped, as you clicked your tongue to the roof of your mouth, "this is my friend clark, clark, my friend Lexie."

the nickname caused an audible, lighthearted groan to be pulled from Alex as he chuckled at the childhood name.

friend?

clark was on the same level as him?

surely you were mistaken, you guys have exchanged such intimate moments before, he knew your chaste touches that danced on his skin when no one else was looking had to have meant something more to you?-

"clark?" you quizzed, snapping him out of his internal monologue as he appeared to have spaced out, looking down at Alex's outstretched hand.

he marvelled at it a second longer before cupping it and shaking his hand, a polite tight lipped-grin stretching his features, and if his eye twitched slightly you didn't quite catch, unfortunately for Alex though, he did, he also caught the way clark's grip was damn near bone-crushing as he retracted his hand reflectively as if he had been scathed by molten steel.

clark was going to make this guy regret ever even coming into your life.

as the sun began to set, you, clark and, Alex had begun to get settled in as you were just finishing up on dinner for the three of you, clark dishing out plates on the dining table, and Alex emerging from a fresh shower now donning comfier clothes.

clark stood idly, scheming, while he watched you and Alex laugh and gush about childhood memories as if they had occurred just yesterday.

clark had conjured up the perfect plan and was currently setting it in motion.

"say Alex," he began, "do you drink?"

"do I?" Alex replied sarcastically, chuckling at Clark's inquiry.

"oh yes, he does, and he's like the lightest of weights to ever grace planet earth," you intervened, reminiscing on your college days as you knew Alex was notorious for his hilarious drunk outbursts.

as you began dishing food onto the set out plates, clark sauntered by into the nearby pantry, reaching for an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels. this action sparked your intrigue as you had only seen clark under the influence several times and noted how he was somehow even more clingier than usual, settling with snuggling up beside you in your bed and babbling about how much he adored your very existence which you thought was adorable as you doted and took care of the intoxicated man.

however, this was of course just a facade to get into your bed due to kryptonians not being able to metabolise alcohol on a planet with a yellow sun, but you didn't know that, and clark was one hell of an actor as well as a man with needs.

"here." clark declared, pouring the slightly smaller in stature man a very notable full glass of Jack Daniels as well as himself, "a toast, to your arrival."

you, yourself, retrieved your own glass from the upper cupboard, pouring yourself whatever was left over from your favourite alcoholic beverage, favouring the taste better than that literal petrol the two men were toasting on.

"cheers!!" you said eagerly, not picking up the tense undertones of the interaction as clark glared daggers at Alex expectantly.

"c-cheers." Alex murmured nervously, gulping down the bitter beverage, contorting his face at the acrid taste, while clark drank unfazed, peering over his glass.

after all the plates had been cleared away, a buzz filled the air due to each party involved, excluding clark, being somewhere ranging from tipsy-drunk to very intoxicated.

you lead the conversation, giggling about something that had occurred at work whilst the other two men listened intently, or what you thought was intent anyway.

clark was occupied, staring daggers at Alex, who was extremely apprehensive as he tried avoiding clark's murderous gaze.

but once he met it, he saw it again, that hot flash of red.

"OK, what the actual FUCK is up with you??" he sneered, attention directed at clark, as he quickly stood from his chair abruptly.

"hm?" clark hummed innocently, seemingly clueless.

"h-hey Lexie, calm down-"

"don't you tell me to fucking calm down!!" he seethed, breath picking up in pace as his breathing became more laboured "don't you see that thing he's doing with his eyes?? he's freaking me the fuck out, h-he's been staring at me all night like he wants me dead" he hiccuped, terror wild within his eyes.

"I don't understand. what thing are you talking about?-"

"HIS EYES!! they're GLOWING!!" Alex hissed.

"okay I think we should just take a breather," clark calmly interjected "why don't we take a walk? I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding." he offered, "let's not do this in front of y/n, hm? we can be civil about this".

Alex remained standing, slightly swaying as he mulled over the offer or at least looked as if he was doing so, as he saw the way your doe eyes looked towards him expectantly in his peripheral.

"fine." he uttered under his breath as he reached for his coat on the coat rack. he and clark made their way out the front door, you trailing close behind them

"oh no, just us y/n," clark quickly chimed "just want us to be able to handle this like men." he smiled down at you sweetly.

"okay but, be back soon, be careful out there okay," you whined, concern twisting your features causing, clark's heart to thunder just a tad faster.

the two men promptly exited the apartment complex, silently striding down the street in the dead of night in complete silence until clark disrupted this by using his enhanced speed to aggressively push Alex up against the closest alleyway wall.

"listen to me and listen closely, you're going to leave this city and crawl back to whatever shithole you come from, and you're never ever going to contact y/n again," he seethed, "got it?"

"what the fuck? no-" Alex started, but was quickly interrupted as he was thrown to the ground before he even got the chance to finish his objection, clark's large frame straddled his as he pummelled him with a barrage of punches almost losing all self control as he withdrew his fists just as quickly, he cupped Alex's jaw as he forced him to look upon him, withdrawing his glasses as his vision flashed a vividly disorienting red.

"this c-can't be," Alex stammered, in disbelief, bruised body shaking like a leaf in clark's grasp, "s-superman?"

clark continued to glare down at the man, unblinking, as he released his vice-like grip on him as a whole, giving him the opportunity to flee which he took immediately.

clark breathed out a heavy sigh, mulling over what he was about to do as he brought a fist to his face, striking hard and fast.

he continued his assault until he drew a small amount of blood, wheezing out a laboured breath and hobbling his way over to the wall so he could take sanctuary there as his broad back pressed against it, placing his frames back onto the bridge of his nose.

he continued to listen closely as your heart beat became more prominent in the dead of night.

"c-clark?" your meek voice stuttered, you dashed towards the bruised man, "what the fuck happened??"

"Alex h-he just" clark glanced away, appearing to be distraught over the events that took place prior.

"talk to me clarkie, did he do this??"

clark slowly lifted his head in order so he could face you. weakly nodding as he answered your question.

"fuck I'm so sorry I-i didn't think he could ever be this aggressive when drunk. I should've known. now you're injured and it's all my-"

clark's hand reached up to cup your cheek.

"s'ok, I'm okay," he mumbled, "just a scratch," he grinned feebly.

"here" you said, offering him your shoulder as you aided him up, "let's go home, okay?"

"hmm" clark hummed, latching onto your side, arm snaking around your waist pulling you close as he hobbled to his feet. a small, smug, victorious smirk tugging at his lips as you two made way to your apartment complex.

you remained home the entire day the day after you friend had fled, confiding in clark about how you guess you never truly knew Alex, guilt entwined within your words as you felt awful that clark had been subjected to such a harsh beating, out of sympathy you made sure to clean him up the night before, allowing his drunken self to crawl into your bed and cling close to you and if you heard a groggy mumbled "all mine" you didn't question it.

you allowed yourself to get absorbed in some sappy romcom as you tried not to let sadness overtake you, glancing at the flowers that Alex had brought for you, which seemed to be wilting quickly despite being fresh yesterday, you let out a heavy sigh.

clark had come back from work early after practically getting on his hands and knees and begging perry for early leave.

he knew that yesterday's events were still clouding your thoughts, causing inner turmoil, so he wanted to make you forget them, as well as Alex. he thought you should get used to the fact that you were never going to see him again anyway.

to aid with that, he brought you a box of cutely wrapped chocolates, placing them down on the coffee table in the living room.

"clarkie you didn't have t-"

"nope, I insist," he declared, as he seated himself next to you on the sofa, wrapping a blanket around your smaller frame, hoping you won't question him if his arm lingers for just a little while before retracting unwillingly.

you sighed, allowing yourself to indulge in the sweet treats.

"hold on, let me make you some hot chocolate, hm?"

"that'd be amazing," you groaned feebly.

but what clark didn't expect was that by the time he came back, cocoa in hand, you had finished the entire box.

fuck.

that wasn't supposed to happen.

the chocolates were actually aphrodisiacs in hopes that you'd consume maybe 2 or 3 max and allow your mind to be consumed with pleasure, leading you to mastrubate and take a fat nap afterwards, waking up rejuvenated while clark would greet you, pretending to not have tugged his achingly hard cock to the sound of your moans as he'd suggested that he should make dinner tonight. but for you to eat the entire box of the 24 assorted chocolates in the span of like 5 minutes, shocked the alien.

"what?" you quizzed, looking at clark expectantly, swallowing down the last of the treat.

"n-nothing," he stammered, handing you the hot drink cautiously, sitting just a tad bit closer, just in case you had the urge to throw up and needed some assistance being guided to the bathroom.

Time passed by slowly, each minute seemingly equating to 10 for you as you blinked up at the clock. clark noticed how you began to fidget much more, shifting and turning on the couch as you tried to find a more comfortable position to no avail. his senses also picked up the feverish symptoms you were exhibiting.

"hey, uh, you don't look too hot r-right now, so I'm gonna just grab you a water or something-" clark began, as he stood from the couch, but was halted at your hand curling around his wrist, freezing him in place.

"stay" you whimpered.

he immediately descended onto the couch once more as soon as the command left your plump lips.

"f-fuck" you whined, your body curling into his as you clenched your lower abdomen. clark was about to intervene, maybe call an ambulance, but that was before you began to lazily climb onto his lap, straddling the large expanse of his thighs.

"hngh I feel w-weird," you slurred as you gazed at clark, glazed over hazy eyes peering up at him. he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.

this wasn't fair. it wasn't fair how you could look at him like that and be casual, whilst that single glance had him falling apart for you all over again. his restraint was wavering as his hands twitched by his sides, eventually settling for tight fists as his knuckles whitened. your hands trailed upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck as your breathing adopted a more laboured state, staring intensely.

he'd drop to his hands and knees, worshipping you for the rest of eternity if you'd only let him.

you'd just have to say the word.

he prayed night and day that you'd just mutter those damned words.

"sorry but-" you began, however, your body seemingly decided to speak for you instead as you ground down on top of clark's length, thin shorts doing you absolutely no justice but providing you with a hit of ecstasy as you allow for a high-pitched mewl to pass from your lips.

"j-jesus," clark stuttered, sporting a semi as your ministrations continued, cruelly grinding your hips down onto his cock as an obscene amount of slick gathered in your cunt, leaking onto the fabric of your shorts.

"fuckk n-need you clarkie," you moaned, tears forming in your eyes as you held eye contact with the man.

a sentence he never thought he would get to hear you utter just passed from your lips, and now he was tasked with not going absolutely insane. large hands immediately reached up to encircle your hips as he made no effort in trying to stop your gyrating hips, but guiding you to grind down harder, causing him to hiss.

"what'd you make me eatt?," you slurred as you moaned uncontrollably, mind in a confused haze.

"s'ok baby, I got you now," clark grumbled, dismissively forcing your hips down to grind harder on his hardening length, eliciting a whimper from his throat.

"nghhh sogoodsogood," you drawled, as your eyes watered, slightly crossing as you felt clark begin to mark your neck with harsh sucks and bites, running his tongue along them to soothe, soon after, but not letting up.

clark reached below to pull your cami top off your frame, exposing a lacy bra that caused his dick to stir and twitch uncontrollably.

"shit," he mumbled, as he reached to unclasp it, causing you to whimper out as your boobs spilled out, causing you to whine.

"you're so beautiful doll," clark uttered, marvelling as he cupped your tits with his calloused hands, harshly squeezing causing, you to moan at his scolding hot touch, hips grinding down as you searched for friction.

this caused him to snap as he manoeuvred both your bodies, switching positions on the couch as you were now below him, his mass pinning you to the couch as he began his assault on your tits, encasing one in his mouth as he sucked harshly.

this caused you to keel as he sucked mercilessly on your sensitive nipple, not daring to let go once as he moaned around it, reaching a hand up to tug and twist at the other, watching intently as your puffy nipple became erect under his ministrations.

his assault caused your overly sensitive pussy to clench down on nothing until he began to piston his hips directly into your heat, causing you to cry out as he humped your limp body.

your hands became entangled in his curls as you attempted to pull him off your nipple, needing mercy, but if anything, it only caused him to suck your nipple into his mouth harder. causing your pussy to gush out more slick as he marvelled at your twitching figure with a disgustingly love-sick and perverted gaze.

"clarrkk p-please nooo more," you stammered, causing him to release your abused nipple from the confines of his mouth as he absorbed your pleasured expression up close.

your unshed tears reminded him of how angelic and ethereal you truly were as you gazed at him expectantly.

"sorry," he briefly uttered, under his breath as, he immediately began attacking the other in the same manner as he continued to roll his weeping cock directly into your heat.

clark began to become overstimulated insanely quickly from your pleasured expression, your unrelenting moans and, the mere fact that you were actually underneath him entirely.

"mfff s-shit baby I-i can't," clark slurred as his hips jackhammered into your wetness, letting out a cry of your name as he came prematurely, flushing a deep red as he felt an abundant amount of cum spill from his tip into his boxers, ruining them.

"shit clark-" you started, but were cut off as he traveled down the expanse of your body, ripping off your shorts. revealing your bare pussy that still clung to your shorts by the strings of your colourless slick.

this caused clark to groan lowly in his throat as he descended down to taste you, his tongue lying flat as he licked a long stripe from the bottom of your fluttering hole to your erect clit. from this action alone, you could basically see actual hearts form in clark's eyes as he dove right back in, as he began to ruthlessly lap at your hole, drinking up your sweet juices like a man starved, as he hummed, encircling his arms around your thighs and pushing his face deeper into your cunt.

you reeled forward as your hand reached for his curls.

"j-just like that," you moaned, as you felt his lips wrap around your clit, stimulating your bundle of nerves as he sucked harshly causing you to yelp.

clark lifted his head to quickly glance at you, watching intently as you fell apart on his tongue, bringing both his fore and middle fingers to spread apart your cute pussy lips as he dove back in, continuing his assault on your poor clit as he sucked harder, eyes rolling back.

"nnnnngh clarkie y-you're being meannn" you whined, unshed tears now cascading down your cheeks freely as you attempted to push his head away to no avail. you felt the knot in your lower stomach pull taunt. you tugged harshly on his curls, causing him to groan, which only pushed you closer to the edge until one particularly harsh suckle of his mouth made you gush around clark's abnormally long tongue that slid into your hole, propelling in and out as your walls that greedily clenched around the muscle. the action caused you to squeal his name as you shoved his head further into your heat, trapping his head between your thighs as his tongue was shoved deeper into your pulsing hole.

god he'd gladly suffocate like this.

after the wave of euphoria passed, you felt clark continue to lap at your saccharine cunt, causing you to slump over as you tried to pull him from your folds.

"want you inside please, baby," you whimpered, which pulled him from his trance as he looked up at you, an insane amount of cum donning his mouth as he wore a dopey grin, manoeuvring his tongue to lap at the residue around his mouth, not daring to waste a drop that decorated his chin.

"I've got you princess," clark rasped as he picked you up bridal style and carried you into his room, dropping you onto the bed down below effortlessly.

clark removed any remaining articles of his own clothing. his boxers being last as he loomed over you. he pulled the fabric down freeing, his achingly hard cock, causing him to whine as he instinctively wrapped a large hand around himself, slowly pumping himself to release some tension. he was absolutely huge, thick too. he was gonna split you open on that monster, or you were gonna die trying to take it. his dick twitched continuously as he stared down at your exposed figure.

clark noticed your apprehensive nature as he heard your heart rate speed up significantly, thundering against your ribcage.

"shh c'mere baby," he cooed as he enveloped your smaller frame, placing a kiss atop your head as he began to position a pillow below your lower back so he could fuck into you at a better angle "gonna take good care of you."

"you'll feel real good, I promise."

all you could do is whimper as clark leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to your soft lips all the while he angled his bulbous tip towards your weeping hole.

"clark b-becareful," you stammered sheepishly as you flushed, "it's my first ti-"

he didn't let you finish your sentence as he eagerly thrust into your all-consuming heat, deepening the kiss ever so slightly in order to distract you and drown out your cries.

"you've saved yourself for me this whole time?," clark groaned, as he quizzed. you'd never seen him with such a pathetic, fucked out flush harbouring, his features, glassy eyes peering into your soul as he completely lost his sanity.

"mmmm," you moaned, not really understanding what he said but mindlessly agreeing either way.

the insertion of his tip had you clenching down hard causing clark to choke as his thrusts came to a halt

"b-baby gonna need you to ease up" he whined, as his head fell into the crook of his shoulder, continuing to suck harsh hickeys.

"hhnn c-can't take it," you cried, causing his dick to stir some more.

"your gonna take it baby," he ordered, timing his thrust to when your walls sucked him in, causing both of you to moan out at the sensation of being stuffed.

you felt your mind break as he fed you his cock with each harsh thrust until he eventually shoved the remaining 3 inches into you without warning causing you to squeal, involuntarily dragging yourself up the bed to escape the assault.

"nuh uh" he tsked "don't you run from me." he mumbled, into the shell of your ear.

tightly wrapping his fingers around your hips in a bruising grip as he dragged you right back down onto his cock, beginning his merciless rhythm as he rammed in and out of your weeping cunt with a new found vigour.

"clarkk" you mewled, as you began to drool at the feeling of your cunt getting abused by such a large cock, unable to think for yourself as your mind clouded with pleasure. the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in caused clark's throbbing dick to thrust directly into that soft spot within in you, making your eyes roll back.

you felt as he sucked hickeys into your neck, marking you, causing you to clench down around him harder. your hazy mind not aware of the fact that his motions were forming the letter 'C' as he brandished your skin with his large initial.

"you're all mine, always have been, you hear me princess," clark grumbled, as his thrusts became animalistic and all the more intensifying.

you could only babble incoherent responses as you felt him hump against your womb, eyes crossing as drool escaped your lips. pulling off your neck, clark leaned his head back taking in the sight of you actively stupefying on his cock, causing him to groan unabashedly as he circled your neck with his hand, lightly choking you, allowing your sight to haze over.

clark's vision descended as he saw the bulge his large size caused within your lower abdomen, making him moan pornographically as he pressed his open palm down on it. this made the knot in your stomach taunt as you felt his dick drill in and out of your hole at an inhumane pace. too fucked out to notice how it wasn't humanly possible to fuck up into someone that fast and that aggressively.

"shit princess I'm gonna cream in this tight little hole g-gonna fill you with my seed and you're gonna" clark let out a loud groan "gonna get bred soso gooood I'll fuck a baby into you."

both of you were simultaneously barrelling towards your highs as you clamped down onto clark, his lewd words causing your pussy to suction onto his length as your walls twitched.

"mmmffgh right there gonna get you fucking pregnant all mine mine mine mine minee" clark whimpered, snapping, as he squirted an obscene volume of cum right into your womb, the copious amount of scalding hot liquid filling every crevice within your cunt causing you to scream as you squirted uncontrollably on his shaft, his dick still bullying into your hole as he bred you thoroughly.

you both whined at the newfound soreness that overtook your bodies as you shifted uncomfortably, clark still seated within you.

"you're so perfect, t-think I'm addicted," you whimpered, barely audible as you deeply kissed clark's saliva-slicked lips, causing him to chuckle, he fucked you good.

he wasn't even close to being done with you, though.

he had tasted heaven and wasn't gonna let go, not ever.

he manoeuvred you so that you were now sinking on his quickly hardening cock that stirred within you, causing you to mewl, the chocolate's aphrodisiac properties allowing you to continue multiple rounds as the pool of heat within your stomach was seemingly endless.

"gonna make sure you're thoroughly bred," clark uttered, as his cock thrusted up into your heat, causing you to whimper.

after an ungodly amount of cum was stuffed into you and an obscene amount of slick and squirt now graced the bed sheets, you and clark both settled down after fucking like rabbits from dusk to dawn.

as your tired limbs were entangled underneath the sheets, clark's large figure pressed you into his chest, causing you to listen in to his abnormal and, quite frankly, concerning heart rate. he spoke, attracting your attention in the almost eerily quiet environment.

"I love you," he uttered.

"I'll take good care of you, I'll take care of everything as long as you stay by my side."

your eyes widened as you froze, your figure glued to him, the confession taking you off guard.

"need you. all of you, all to myself, all mine."

"clark-" you began as you sat up, taking in his disheveled form, now noticing his eerily similar resemblance to superman as you took him in without his glasses for the first time, his glasses had been discarded earlier on after he had ate you out to overstimulation but your mind being too hazy, didn't allow for you to process this revelation like you were now.

"superman??"

"shh s'ok baby, you're still a bit out of it from cumming round me so much," he soothed as he wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you into him once more, his grip unrelenting as you were forced into physical contact with the man.

"are you?" you whispered.

silence consumed the room once more for a long beat.

clark only hummed lowly as a reply.

"stay with me baby," he pleaded, once more, "stay by my side and I promise you, I'll give you the world and more."

you felt as if you were going into psychosis as your mind reeled. every odd thing about clark finally made sense, the other night? when Alex was so persistent in telling you he saw clark's eyes flash red. him allegedly beating up clark.. the man of steel? it was all a lie, the loose ends of his story finally coming in tact once again.

you had only now begun to fathom how deep his admiration spanned for you.

but in a sick twist of fate, you didn't seem to mind it.

having the literal man of steel wrapped around your pinky, willing to obey your every order, his love unconditional, unrelenting, accepting every flaw and imperfection of yours as holy and sacred.

"okay" you breathed, "I'll stay, by your side."

a delirious grin stretched his features as he pulled you in close, nuzzling himself to your side.

"forever." he solidified.

his love was going to consume you whole.

a small grin plastered onto your lips.

but you were willing.

a/n: I need yandere clark asap like yess lets rule the world together bby anyway for anyone curious i finished 14 days without you and i’m hopelessly in love w ren

divider by @/canibalias

tags: @numberonerwitch @thereallifebambi @rosalieisonline

[ghostlychel69]

Just wanted to tell you how much I loved your Superman series and I hope more is coming soon💙❤️💛

thank you so much nonnie!! this was so kind of you you’ve inspired me to continue on w/ pt 3+4 i’ll try to have them out asap ml, i love the series too n i’m considering on doing a similar concept stay tune <3

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i have seen the clois kitchen makeout kiss on my tl more than i have seen my family this month

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ok im sorry but i justCANNOt get over the way he looks at lois here🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

AAAAAAAA hes such a slut for her good LORDDD

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extremely horny clark who humps the bed as a plea for you to let him jerk off to you. — you were beyond tired. work had been kicking your ass and clark had been having a thing. he’d complain that you weren’t in the mood for sex since all the other shifts you’ve picked up—which is true.

“hmph ple-please..just let me touch it, please.” he’d beg grinding against the mattress and whimpering, “it’s aching” he whines shedding a tear.

you sighed feeling just a bit bad for not letting him touch himself. it is the least you could do. without any word, you slipped off your panties and handed them to the sexually deprived man. “thank you” before sniffing the underwear and pumping his throbbing cock into his hand.

“i really needed this,” clark grunts “can i finish on your feet?” he only asked because he’s scared of upsetting you. he thinks you’ll make him stop.

you nod as he pumps faster whimpering your name with each stroke, “[𝜗𝜚] let me come, please” still sniffing your underwear like a pervert.

“clark stop touching yourself” you instructed and he listened. although he was literally busting everywhere, he listened. “ngh—im sorry, i thought i could hold it” with that puppy dog expression and twitching cock.

“it’s okay baby, you did a good job” you pet his head watching as he shoots out more.

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you're killing me here, doll..

blurb: clark kent falls for you upon your first meeting. hard. pt2

links to chapter1 & chapter3

themes: soft yandere clark kent, obsessive clark, disgusting perv clark, awkward clark, panty stealer clark, m!mastrubation, hyperspermia, guys trust me the last like 8 lines are horrific, kind of oblivious f!reader??, god has forsaken me, pray for me guys wc: 2.3k

a/n: this series is so fun to write so I'm gonna add an additional 4th chapter ayyy, above text was actually a ss taken from clark's search history x

from the outside looking in, clark had seemingly completely abandoned all rationale.

but to him, he was only doing the most logical next step in his pursuit of you.

clark was stood outside your front door, waves of nausea battering him from within, funnily enough, this being one of the handful of times that clark had actually experienced the physical manifestations of symptoms of anxiety like every other human being who wasn't pretending to be human in the first place.

his breathing faltered as you swung open the door.

and there you stood, in all your glory.

shorter in stature than him, yes, but still radiating such an unmistakably overwhelming aura of confidence.

clark fell for you once more, embracing the descent with open arms.

"Clark Kent, I assume?" you blinked up at him, slightly craning your neck as your met with the mountain of a man, eyes squinting. not what you initially expected, due to how meek and awkward he sounded on the phone. is this actually the guy anyway-

"y-yes hello there." he stuttered nervously, ah, you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, this is definitely the guy, you recognise that awkward wavering voice.

cute, you thought.

"well, come on in, don't be a stranger!" you chirped, motioning this giant who dwarfed you with minimal effort inside.

"t-thanks." he replied meekly, as he carefully trudged inside behind you, scared that the floor might swallow him whole if he so much as miss stepped.

"Jesus.." he mumbled, as he was immediately hit with the absolutely overwhelming warm scent of you, some blend of saccharine vanilla, shea and cocoa. he could get off on your scent alone, in fact he kind of was, as heat pooled in his lower stomach, mind fogging as he made an effort to quickly swallow the saliva that threatened to spew from his maw, his eyes slightly glazing over.

this was going to be much harder than he initially anticipated.

"well," you begun, "this is the place, pretty cozy huh?" you grinned, as you showcased the decently sized apartment you luckily managed to score in such a short amount of time given the circumstances, thanking your lucky stars for like the 4th time that day alone.

"c-cozy..yeah." clark squeaked, you analysed his body language which was awkward as could possibly be, his shoulders slightly hunched forward as if curling in on himself, trying to shield himself away from the prying eyes of the world, hands placed awkwardly at his sides with the occasional twitch and brows graced with the slightest of pathetic furrows. he harboured the kind of self depreciating look that whiny, submissive men written by wildly, horny female authors had.

fuck he's attractive.

you saw the way his eyes wandered around the place, taking it in for the first time, well maybe 5th for clark actually.

he may of broke in a couple times to gander at your new found living space...to check up on your being, of course!

in a twisted notion, he was kind of glad that your financial situation had led you to go out looking for a new roomie to share rent with. guilt quickly dissipating, as his sick logic warped the reality of the situation, chalking it up to fate trying to reunite a pair of star crossed-lovers.

"here, let me show you to your room," you chirped cheerfully, interrupting clark's train of thought which quickly began to spiral into something more sinister as he thought of the possibility of what you two may get up to within your newfound living quarters.

ever so the diligent perv.

you walked a couple paces forward opening the door to the large empty room, you had taken the liberty of assigning yourself the slightly smaller room as you didn't need that much extra space and thank god you did, because you would have no idea what you would've done if you gave this absurdly large in stature man such a small room.

you huffed out a quiet chuckle at your thoughts.

"soo," you started, "how do you find it?"

"I love it" he said airily, eyes burrowing into your very soul.

his intense eye contact unrelenting, so much so that you could almost believe that he was talking about something that wasn't actually the room, someone.

he froze.

a deafening silence rang through his ears, only further accentuated by his super hearing, as he came to a sudden realisation, a twinge of pink now dusting his ears.

"the room! y-yeah it's perfect, spacious." he soon followed up, hoping and praying that you didn't notice the way he gaped at you as you questioned him about his preference towards the room, he stared as if you were a priceless lost treasure, your face slightly pinched in confusion whilst listening to him say such an intimate statement that could be translated to something else, especially with that look of lust he had as he stared down at you.

"s'ok clark, I know you meant the room." you reassured, with a slight giggle which descended into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

did you really though?

whatever.

all good things take time don't they, unfortunately for you, clark was a very impatient man when it came to all things involving yourself.

you starred up at him as you wiped the remaining unshed tears from your waterline.

"here," you began as you sauntered over to your own room, "this is my room."

you opened the door causing clark's spine to go ridged.

your wall was decorated with posters, many of them from various different bands and musicians as well as shows, movies and animes, but the one that caught his attention was a large A3 framed poster of the iconic 'S'.

superman's symbol.

his symbol.

your eyes followed his.

"oh that," you begun cooly, "you a fan?" you quizzed, small grin tugging at your lips.

"somewhat," clark breathed, trying his best to let out an airy chuckle but in actuality, came out more shaky then intended.

the previous pool of heat rekindling in his lower abdomen.

god i'm screwed.

the following weeks that came had been heaven for clark. he established a routine that closely followed yours, as you causally told him your entire weekly schedule, day-by/day, as you mindlessly ranted about your daily occurrences and inconveniences without a second thought, unbeknownst to you, entrusting your own stalker with an egregious amount of information about yourself, over a home-cooked dinner, clark's treat of course.

clark knew of the exact times you left and came back home for work and other domestic duties such as grocery shopping, which clark had previously insisted on doing himself, favouring that you did nothing really, but you brushed him off, already claiming that he did a multitude of chores around the house without question, which you deeply appreciated and admired.

that didn't deter him from following you close by though, as he watched you from the sky, disorientated grin pulling at his lips as he witnessed you do such mundane tasks.

on most days you came back slightly later than him by an hour or two which gave him just enough time to sneak into your room and fawn over your possessions.

clark liked the fact that you two had similar interests, he would've totally never guessed you were a fan of such nerdy things, but it made bonding with you all the much more easier as you two even begun to have weekly movie nights which he cherished deeply, seizing the opportunity to stare at you, eyes filled with lust as you stared at the TV screen absentmindedly, giggling to yourself and occasionally pulling clark's focus to the screen to make a silly comment.

clark sauntered through your room, touching and prodding at what new books or comics you were currently reading, as he awaited your arrival so you could both begin with the continuation of the Star Wars saga that you guys had previously picked up on, both individually on your 3rd or 4th rewatch of the franchise.

he spent some of his time rummaging through your wardrobe, for no particular reason, he was simply just curious about you, one time he even found a pair of navy socks with the superman sigil discreetly embroidered on the top cuff, which made him blush profusely.

he liked the fact that he had somewhat left his mark on you.

clark chalked it up to the notion you were both equally as obsessed as each other with each other.

you were just much more shyer than he was.

that was okay though, clark figured he’d take the reigns anyway.

as time went on though, his obsessive tendencies grew in abundance as his most primal feral urges surfaced, over taking his rationale mind.

which is how he found himself hunched over your dirty laundry basket, big blue eyes staring down at your delicate frilly lace panties that also stared right back at him.

fuck.

he was hard. incredibly, painfully, hard.

from outside your shared apartment door, clark could hear your approaching footsteps, becoming more and more pronounced as he of course, knew your cadence and stride off by heart.

he panicked.

eyes bouncing back and forth between the undergarments and the door.

you fiddled with the door knob as you swung the door open wide, keys clattering against it.

your eyes scanned the apartment, until they suddenly landed on your favourite pair of blue ones.

"heyy clarkie, miss me?" you smirked as you pushed open the door, fumbling around with your keys, grabbing them by the distinct superman Funko pop as you hung them onto the key mount next to the door.

"y-y/n hey, how are you?" he replied back from the couch as cooly as possible, remote in hand and movie snacks laid out as the TV screen illuminated his face, warm vanilla candles burning in the back.

enough warm light radiating to mask his slight flush.

"ugh I'm beaaat." you drawled, as you fell dramatically onto the couch, letting the cushions swallow your figure whole. smug grin plastering your features, almost as if you were the one with x-ray vision and could see the hastily stuffed fabric peaking out from clark's pyjama pocket.

he swallowed still not fully convinced that he really had just gotten away with such a heinous crime until you had made your way to your bedroom, making a quick comment on how you were gonna get changed into something more comfy and then you'd be back to continue you guys' Star Wars marathon in release order.

once you had disappeared behind your bedroom door, clark let out a shaky breath, thanking the cosmos for his super speed because he'd have been totally, totally beyond screwed without it.

the watch marathon consisted of slight ghosts of chaste touches as you and clark bumped knees, your warm touch lingering on his hot skin.

he almost combusted when you placed your legs onto his lap absentmindedly.

"ah sorry you don't mind, right clarkie?" you said casually, small grin on your lips

he swallowed. opting for a shake of his head, knowing damn well if he opened his mouth, it would have just be a string of incoherent sputtering.

"clarkie"

he felt himself twitch in his pants.

a small whimper making way past his lips betraying his cool demeanour, if you could even call it 'cool'

luckily, it went unnoticed.

as you grew more fatigued, your legs seemed to have adopted a mind of their own as your foot repeatedly accidentally nudged at his growing hard on over the course of the 3rd movie.

"you're really going to be the death of me." clark whimpered, faintly under his breath.

holding back a pathetic whine.

it didn't help when you randomly would glance over to his side, offering him a quick small smile or brief "you ok?"

clark revelled in your attention. it was mind numbing, he seemed to crave it, immediately growing anxious when it was so cruelly ripped away from him as your eyes trained back onto the screen.

after the 4th movie, you decided to call it a night soon after, offering the giant a tight hug, arms swinging around his neck as you quickly retreated back to your quarters. your warm touch dissipating just as fast clark noted.

clark followed suit, shutting his room door right after.

he waited until he heard your breathing rate slow, heart rate following afterwards as your blood pumped through your body at a much more leisurely pace.

and then he broke.

hand diving into his pants to retrieve his red angry cock, pumping up and down ferociously, no additional lubrication needed due to the fact that an obscene amount of pre had traveled down his achingly hard shaft by the time he had whipped it out.

muffled cries and whimpers echoed throughout his room as he bucked his hips into his hand animalistically as he recalled your chaste teasing touches throughout the night.

"hhnngh w-wanna make u feel good y/n, so-so good." he slurred, thumbing his ultra sensitive bulbous tip, causing even more pre to leak out.

"need y-you sooo baad," he whined.

"g-gosh mmmfff-"

his mind was locked on you, your cute ministrations, your angelic face, your tight fitting clothes...what was underneath.

he let out a strangled moan as he remembered your panties that he'd pocketed previously, he withdrew the bunched up fabric from it.

immediately shoving his face to the crotch area, taking a deep inhale.

clark's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he continued to take whiffs of your heady scent, moving the fabric down to his mouth as he tasted you.

"nggghh o-oh p-princess," he whined "c-can't hold it nnno moreee," he groaned, as his bucking pace increased, fisting his leaky cock so hard to the point where he was just ferociously tugging.

"mmmfffFUCK!" he loudly groaned, as his cock projected obscene amounts of cum that spewed from his shaft in an upwards stream as he squirted.

coming down from his high, he whimpered at just how much he came, sensitivity overloading his body and mind.

he blinked tiredly as his gaze trailed onto the ceiling.

eyes going wide as he took into the view the disgusting amount of cum that was now splattered on the ceiling of his room.

you were killing him.

a/n: golly i'm becoming obsessed with our soft yandere clark. the last scene reminds me of that one devilman crybaby nut scene omg I can't stop laughing but like I feel like this is totally something that's possible with our alien boy #bigbreederballs. anywho researching soft yans and stumbled across 14 days without you and im on day threeee #imaslut4ren

divider by @/canibalias

tags: @numberonerwitch @thereallifebambi @rosalieisonline (guys Tumblr won't let me reply to comments just know I saw ur replies and would love to continue to tag you guys in the following parts if you're okay with that) <3

[ghostlychel69]

but baby, you're all mine?

blurb: clark kent falls for you upon your first meeting. hard. pt1

links to chapter2 & chapter3

themes: love sick Clark Kent, soft yandere clark, m!mastrubation, overstimulation to the point of passing out, f!reader, awkward slightly creepy clark (he gets creepier in the next parts but he's still our soft, well mannered farm boy!!), men who yearn are men who earn!!! wc: 1.8k (forever in 1.8k jail..sigh)

a/n: I'll be making a part 2 soon my loves, I'll link it to this once it's up! enjoy, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and don't be afraid to comment too if you want <3

clark didn't know the exact logistics of when it occurred, this burning infatuation with you.. if you could even call it that? maybe, all-consuming, devotional, passion for your very existence might be better fitting terminology, but that would only be a fraction of his mind-numbing desire for you.

maybe it occurred that one fateful day. a day that racked and replayed over and over again in his love-sick brain. 

the day he met you.

it had been an ordinary day for Clark Kent. 

dragging his tired body out of bed early in the am, sore from his late night battle with an inter-dimensional being that easily dwarfed the Empire State Building. he sauntered into the bathroom connected to his bedroom, preparing a scalding hot shower, groaning as he felt the waves of scorching down pour tumble down his steel skin in a barrage of large droplets.

he stepped out of the shower, a cloud of evaporation following in pursuit, as he wrapped his large frame in a towel, wiping himself dry and allowing it to hang dangerously loose from his abdomen, exposing his deep cut v-line.

he haphazardly stumbled into his bedroom, quickly dousing himself in shea butter lotion and dressing in his work attire he had previously set out mere minutes before.

his head tiredly cocked to his side, checking the time.

6:04am blinked back just as tiredly from his digital alarm clock.

he decided he'd just grab a coffee on the way to his commute to work.

outside, the sky was still a blend of dusk and dawn as the sun barely rose above the metropolis city sky line.

clark breathed in the brief moment of peacefulness, a small gentle smile tugging at his lips.

until the moment was, of course, rudely interrupted with discourse that clark's super hearing zeroed in from what seemed to be some blocks down from his own apartment complex.

screams and cries echoed and rung throughout his ears as he immediately sprung into action without a second thought, work attire damned as he exposed his superman identity beneath the thin layers of fabric, the large iconic 'S' framing the wide expanse of his chest.

as he flew at an inhumane pace, by passing that of a spitfire fighter jet, he was immediately greeted with the crisis as a large raging inferno clawed at a small apartment complex.

he flew downwards after assessing the situation from above, seeing that the metropolis fire department had arrived at the scene mere minutes before him.

"superman! oh thank god!" a fireman exclaimed from down below, covered head-to-toe in soot, exasperated breathily.

"what's the situation?" clark quizzed, voice dropping an octave as he used that low, deep tone he adopted when he was in his superman identity.

"it seems as though we've rescued most of the civilians trapped within, as a couple seem to be out of town right now, but there's still someone on the top floor we can't seem to reach-" the firefighter started, desperation lacing his voice, but he wasn't able to finish as clark immediately rushed past in a blur of navy and burgundy.

he bursted into the top floor window of the apartment complex, flames licking at his steel skin, frantically searching for any sign of human life through the black smog that clouded his 20/20 vision.

that's when he saw movement.

that's when he saw you.

your unconscious form laid skewed on the hardwood floor. inhaling and exhaling short slow breaths as a small wet rag covered your face, you seemingly trying to stop the copious amount of carbon dioxide and large particulates from penetrating your lungs even further.

"smart girl," he mumbled, to no one other than himself.

he scooped you into his big arms, bridal style, as he flew you down below to safety, landing softly onto a green patch of grass within a park, not too far away from the emergency help vehicles.

clark knew he should have immediately handled you to the first responders, let them do their job nursing you back to health, check for any major damage.

but he...couldn't.

he had to look at you first, like, really, look at you.

you were ethereal.

stealing his very breath away, quite literally, as his laboured breathing could almost be confused for someone in need of urgent CPR, but clark's breathing rate had always been slightly slower and irregular of that of a human, a tell tale sign of his alien origin.

he froze slightly as you stirred in his grip, blinking awake slowly.

"s-superman?" you slurred, big doe eyes penetrating his very soul as you wheezed in a couple meek inhales, your body desperately trying to compensate for the lack of oxygen you experienced a couple minutes ago.

clark looked like a dear in headlights, honestly mortified at the fact that he was caught just gawking at you, mouth slightly ajar and eyes glazed over as a look of yearning twisted his delicate features.

"hello," he breathed meekly, blue eyes darting to something, anything, other than your hypnotic gaze, before he was further entranced by you.

"your apartment complex..I'm sorry but, it-it caught on fire, I'm terribly sorry I couldn't get to you sooner..but you seem to be okay physically-"

"you saved me?"

clark's rambling came to an abrupt halt as you interjected. eyes finding your face once more as he blinked quizzically at you.

"well of course" he stated matter-of-factly, "I'm superman." he grinned as a cheeky smile stretched on his features, dimples deepening.

"you really are an angel." you whispered, a lazy smile tugging at your plump, full lips clark had, of course, noticed just moments earlier due to his prior gawking.

clark's eyelids fluttered slightly at this, eyes soon widening, processing what you had just said.

angel.

"just," he breathed out shakily, "just doing my job." he smiled once more, softer this time, gentle.

"so I see" you breathed out airily, a glint of mischief behind your entrancing gaze, as a glimmer or a smirk tugged at you lips playfully, breathy laugh leaving your lips.

clark felt his cheeks warm at this and only prayed to the heavens above that the dying orange inferno behind him covered his deep flush.

that was the day you two had officially met.

the day that clark descended into a deep infatuation of you.

it was all-consuming, but it was initially innocent at first.

he thought of your smile as he completed his mundane daily tasks, your airy laugh as he drafted his 4th article for the daily planet newspaper, the previous ones scrapped as his mind continued drifting back to you, leading to none of them actually being coherent English as he proof-read them.

and then it continued, spiralling deeper.

your hypnotic gaze as he pumped his cock to the thought of you once more for the 7th time that evening, unleashing pathetic, whiny, whimpers as he came even harder than the last 6 as he had managed to gather your instagram account handle sometime between the the 4th and the 5th orgasm, which had proved to be quite challenging as clark wasn't big on social media use, but after some stalking which was made easier due to the fact he quite literally was a reporter, he struck gold.

gaze still trained on your angelic face as you smiled at the camera in the selfie, your eyes squinting as he marvelled at the photo that he pulled from your highlights since you didn't post very frequently.

his love-sick mind imaging scenarios in which he made you smile so beautifully like that.

god he wished he could see you smile like that in reality.

of course he lingered around you after the events of the tragic fire, made sure you retrieved adequate medical attention and that you would have a place to stay after the fire had taken your home, but that was it honestly.

he left it at that.

but..he had an itch.

an urge.

this immense desire began to pool within his stomach, heavy and overwhelming as he continued to pump his very overstimulated length up and down in a damn near bruising grip.

he needed an outlet and this was his only way.

he mewled, pornographic moans ringing loudly throughout his apartment, probably alerting the neighbours from how loud he was being.

"oh g-golly baby mmfff- look what y-you’re doing to me." clark whimpered, hips bucking up frantically to chase his hand, nth oragasm building once more as the knot within him was pulled taunt once more.

"shhiiiit" he sluured, spilling, well..

nothing, to his horror.

clark had came dry.

the 8 other orgasms catching up to him.

this revelation itself had caused clark's glossy, wet eyes to go wide, face flushing even deeper than it was which seemed physically impossible. he soon collapsed backwards onto his soft bed, passing out. cum from all previous orgasms sloshing and flowing from the sides of his abdomen, seeping onto his brand new sheets, surely ruining them from the sheer volume.

he woke up the next morning, incredibly late to work due to oversleeping and even more groggy than usual due to him basically pumping out half his body weight in cum and having to clean up the mess afterwards. the day went by quickly as there were no attacks that had occurred that day, lucky for clark, as he rushed home once the clock struck 5pm, grumbling a meek "goodbye" to jimmy and lois, as he grabbed a newspaper on his way out.

once clark arrived home, he changed into more comfortable clothes, an old metropolis university tee and some loose sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips. he heated up leftovers from last nights dinner, using his laser vision since he was famished and couldn't be bothered to use the microwave. he dug into the chicken casserole as he opened the newspaper, reviewing his own column of his interview with superman.

lazy grin tugging at his lips.

that was until something else caught his eye.

an ad, listing for a roommate.

'urgent: roommate needed asap'

the notice read, clark didn't think much of it. well, that was until he glanced down

'posted by y/n l/n'

no fucking way.

had all the good deeds accomplished by superman finally paid off leading to this blessing from beyond the stars??? clark pondered. not that he was expecting compensation to begin with…

no matter.

he was punching your number into his phone immediately, leg bouncing as he impatiently let the phone ring, waiting for the person on the other end to pick-

"hello?" you chirped, on the other side of the phone voice slightly groggy as if you had just awoken but still carrying that airy tone of cheerfulness you harboured.

clark's mouth went dry. brain racking what the hell he was suppose to do now, he hadn't thought this far ahead…

shit.

well, it didn’t really matter after all, because by the end of the next day he had packed all of his belongings into a moving truck.

a grin of accomplishment brandishing his face as he prepared to officially move in with you.

a/n: "eww clark is so disgusting and perverted here" I say with barely controlled lust

divider by @/canibalias

[ghostlychel69]

omg this is too good I'm obsessed

I would love a blurb/fic of Clark Kent helping reader through a heat. Like I’m thinking Clark being readers very kind neighbor or even a coworkers situation and um. The smell just sets him off 🧎🏼‍♀️

anon i really just took this concept and ran with it. my bad !

everyone pls send me more alpha!clark thoughts

nsfw content under the divider!

He lasts a full 24 hours.

24 hours of detecting your scent, heightened and distressed, behind your door. You live just across the hall from him, he’s ran into you a few times – one of your packages being delivered to his door, coming home from work at the same time – enough times to know how sweet you smell. Like freshly baked pastries, or a warm hot cocoa after a day in the snow. You seem just as nice, and pretty, and smart, when you tell him what you do for work, he thinks: That makes sense.

When he first realises you’re going into heat, it’s when he’s standing in his own kitchen, packing lunch for the day and gearing up for a stressful week in the office. The smell of burnt caramel makes him pause, looking around to make sure he hasn’t accidentally left something in the oven, before it hits him. It’s you. Soft and heady, making his head spin.

But you must have a partner already. And you wouldn’t want him, he’s too- too much. His scent is too strong, he takes a cocktail of suppressants just to make it manageable. He’d have to be careful with you, or he’d lose control, squeeze you too tight or growl too loud or get too protective. Surely, you’d prefer a more normal partner.

So he leaves for work. When he comes back, you smell the same. Distressed, unsatisfied, alone. Part of him is glad to find no other alpha scent coming from your apartment, and he’s disgusted with that part, with how selfish he’s being about the whole thing.

He jumps into a cold shower as soon as he gets into his apartment, and has never been more grateful to be interrupted by trouble, sensing some foreign object barrelling into Earth’s atmosphere. He scrambles into the suit and flies off.

He doesn’t come back home until dawn, the next morning.

You smell the same. He’s high off an hours-long fight and can’t believe it, can’t believe you’ve been left alone for a whole day during your heat, can’t think clearly until he’s checked on you. He throws on random clothing, shoves his glasses back onto his face, and makes a beeline for your door-

It’s open. He peeks his head into your doorway, inhaling a lungful of your mouth-watering scent.

“Clark?” You call from your bedroom, sounding breathless, and he follows your scent there, where it’s strongest.

It’s there that he finds you tangled in your sheets, nothing but a big tee shirt on, with a hand shoved between your thighs. Your sheets are ruined with your slick, face drenched in sweat and frustrated tears, and he lets out a fond coo at the sight, trying to soothe your distress.

“Omega, where’s your partner? Where’s- isn’t there someone coming to help you?” He keeps his voice at a quiet rumble as he takes slow steps towards your bed, not wanting to upset you. You shake your head, letting out a weak sob.

“Want you, alpha,” You plead, reaching for the corner of his t-shirt, tugging him to your bedside. “Please, please, need it- need you!”

Something snaps in him as soon as you ask. He waited 24 full hours, painful hours, holding back from your sweet scent enticing him. He’s held back long enough. Now he’ll give you what you both need.

[ghostlychel69]

hi hi! more p-links, to access them you must be logged into twitter and be able to view sensitive content. 18+ but im not your mom. (if any of the captions make you uncomfortable, im so sorry, i just typed in “nsfwtwt” and used the least weird vids i could find.)

impatient clark can’t handle not being in you

munch clark

car sex

filthy primal sex

titty sucking

doggy

rough daytime fun

face sitting (ignore caption)

mating press

rough missionary

[ghostlychel69]

how it feels to abandon all logic and become a fanfic writer (i’ve finally delved into madness) #sos

[ghostlychel69]

hiding from clark???

blurb: your shy, superhuman boyfriend doesn't appreciate how you hide expressions and quieten your moans when he fucks you good..this may cause a couple problems..

themes: size kink if you squint, nipple play, overstimulation, dacryphilia, insane breeding kink, hyperspermia, stomach bulge, choking, lowkey perverted clark, dumbification, unconventional use of superpowers, rough sex, some degradation, some praise because I'm always conflicted x

a/n: first smut!! I had to make my first one a fluff so you guys didn't clock how much of a slag I am wc: 1.9k I'm beginning to realise writing a lot of words is NOT in fact easy...

your boyfriend of what was approaching a year and a half, Clark Kent, was enamoured by the simple thought of you, he craved your presence throughout his day whether he was patrolling the streets as superman in a foreign country thousands of miles from home, or finding himself within your gravitational pull at the daily planet, his eyes seemingly always able to find your figure wherever you were and remaining glued to your silhouette.

clark's obsessive tendencies had only heightened when the idea of sex was introduced into you guys' relationship. during your first time, after you established the fact you were safe and not hurting for about the dozenth time, he lost all composure and willpower as he sunk all 7.5 inches of himself in your impossibly tight cunt, after an hour that was dedicated to purely stretching you out to accommodate for his monstrous size.

"hmph c-clark-" you started, nails digging into the skin of his back that seemed to envelop your entire figure completely, but were immediately cut off as he thrusted himself to the very hilt, subsequently bottoming out.

tears began to form at your waterline, as your cunt clamped down on his girth. your eyes wandered to clark's blue orbs which almost looked obsidian due to how dilated his pitch black irises were, ridding them of any and all colour.

clark whimpered as his eyes glazed over in utter lust, gaze now angled to your face which contoured in pleasure,

"so perfect baby", he groaned, "you're taking me so well" he praised.

his piercing gaze begun to warp you back to reality. the reality being, that he had filled and stretched you out so much that you were a mewling drooling mess and he hadn't even began to move yet.

out of sheer embarrassment and protection for your own self image, you shielded your face with the back of your hand so clark could only make out your teary eyes, as half your face was covered by your own palm.

clarks lustful gaze had began to slightly falter at you doing so, confusion blooming on his face.

clark took a mental note of how this behaviour continued to occur seemingly every time you guys engaged in intercourse.

regardless of your position, even when you rode the man into oblivion, you made sure that clark really only got an eyeful of your palm as the back of your hand remained flushed to your skin, which radiated heat in waves as your stamina faltered as you continued to bounce on his length.

or even when clark had you receive the most bone rattling back-shots, that vibrated throughout your very soul. he'd purposefully picked the position not only to stare at the way your plump ass cheeks slammed against his pelvic region, making him loudly elicit a groan as it did so, hands occasionally spanking the skin there raw, but he knew that your hands would be too busy searching for stability within the tangled bed sheets, so he seized the opportunity to tug at the strands of your hair, lust clouded eyes searching for the way your face contorted in pleasure as he increased the depth at which his cock pounded into you.

"hnngh, n-no clark s-stop", you mewled as a steady steam of tears began to cascade down your face, as you quickly began to feel overwhelmed by pleasure.

"let me see you", his voice groaned, "please baby" he whimpered.

completely backed into a corner, your mind which was only functioning at less than half its normal capacity, had to think of something and quick.

you wouldn't let him see just how much of an effect the way his cock dragging in your wet walls affected you,

so you clamped down onto his dick, causing him to falter, releasing his grip in your hair strands as his palms fell to the bed.

"mmmhph h-holy shh-" he was cut off as you continued your merciless attack, clamping down on his length causing his large veiny hands to search for your chest instead, choosing to fondle your sensitive tits.

his prior motivation melting away in an instant as his hands explored your pebbling nipples, tugging and twisting at them as you pressed your hand to your mouth in a weak attempt to suppress your moans.

clark's intense rhythm rapidly began to falter as the pressure of your walls bracketing his dick ascended him to a higher realm,

"shit baby I-i can't m'sorry I uhngh-," he whined out as he thrusted his pelvis against your ass cheeks, spilling deep inside your cervix and subsequently flooding your womb by the sheer volume of cum

"clarkk!!" you squealed as you were actively being pumped full of his seed, sending you over the edge as you lost your composure, chest greeting the mattress as you slumped forward, back curling into a deep arch position.

his length twitched inside of you as the after shocks went on a rampage ravaging him.

both of you took a minute to restore your breath to normal breathing rates as you instinctively searched for clark, twisting you body so your arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him close for a chase kiss as his cock remained seated inside you.

"fuck baby you're so good for me," you mumbled grinning against his lips as your eyes fluttered lazily as an oncoming wave of tiredness was close to hitting you.

clark however, remained unusually quiet, making you question if he was feeling okay, but you soon felt it, the way his dick sprung to life once more stretching your walls out as his blood rushed south for the umpteenth time.

now you knew kryptonian stamina was no joke from the few previous times you were intimate with clark, but the way his eyes darkened as he reeled his hips back, regaining his merciless pace once more as he fucked you into the mattress making you squeal.

just when you thought you had one upped the man, he countered with an insane attack, making you develop a sense of security and safety as you willingly positioned your chest to his, putting yourself in missionary.

a lamb preparing for slaughter.

before your trembling wrists could retreat to your face to shield the way your face twisted up in pleasure and muffle your loud, pathetic, pornographic moans, clark pinned down both of them using only one of his hands and before you even had half the mind to angle your face away from his hard gaze, he took his free hand and applied pressure to your neck causing you to whine out impossibly loud.

"that's it take it just like that," he whispered in that low tone of his you could only recognise as superman, "such a good girl," he mocked, the tiniest shadow of a smug grin framing his lips.

"baby I c-can't pleaseee," you babbled as clark applied pressure to your neck with a firm, unwavering grip.

"you think you can get away with hiding yourself from me this whole entire time, hm? not anymore princess, let me hear you," he continued to mock in that condescending tone, you've never seen this merciless side of clark before, your best guess as to why your seeing it now was that depraving him of all signs of knowing how well he was fucking you had finally caused him to snap.

"j-jesus clark I-" you were cut off mid sentence as his speed began to reach an unnatural velocity, his hips reeling back to the point of almost pulling out completely from you and immediately slamming back to the hilt causing you scream in pleasure.

you could feel the tears you held in freely cascading down your cheeks as clarks hand continued to bracket your throat which felt raw from your own screams, amplifying your pleasure as your mind began to stupefy.

in a feeble attempt to escape the barrage of pleasure he was assaulting you with, your hips began to shift up the bed away from his assassination attempt to your poor cunt.

"uh uh," he tsked, immediately grabbing your hips and dragging you back down onto his length, causing you to scream and cry out, which clark would never admit due to how sadistic it may seem, but was absolute music to his ears considering the fact you suppressed all sounds of pleasure from him for months.

clarks eyes wandered down towards the prominent bulge that protruded out of your lower abdomen, smirking to himself, however, when he turned on his x-ray vision, he immediately broke out into a feral groan as he could see exactly just how good he was fucking you.

"you feel that baby," he whined taking a short inhale of air, "I'm riiiight-" he dragged, releasing your neck from his harsh grip in favour of applying pressure to the large bulge, "here."

the way clark seemingly was becoming more and more feral and disheveled by the second, only continued to turned you on.

"shiiiitt hhnngh p-please slow down c-clarkie I'll be good, p-promise," you tried to bargain pathetically, tears wetting your face, which only spurred clark's sadistic tempo to increase as all of a sudden his cock was perfectly angled towards your soft spot deep within your tight cunt's walls.

this action alone had your eyes roll to the back of your head, as you forgot how to breathe. drool slipping freely from your lips as your body thrashed against the sheets.

clark could tell you were close by the way your cunts walls began fluttering around him, causing him to double over and begin mouthing at your neck like a feral beast.

"clarrkkk I'm- hnngh right there right fucking there please pleasepleaseplease," you whine, pleasure completely clouding every rational thought in your mind as your eyes began to cross.

"y-yeah baby take this cock you slut mmhm I'm- I'm almost there."

"want me to breed this pussy hm?" he muttered as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

"YESYES PLEASEEE CLARK GOSH I-"

"here take it baby," he groaned as you cunt was flooded for what felt like the millionth time this night.

clark's impossibly warm cum filling all crevices within you had pushed you over the edge as your pussy gushed around his length, squirting and completely dowsing the sheets below.

the action catching both you and clark off guard despite both being in your own personal states of suspended ecstasy.

as you came down from your high, you felt violent shivers wrack your limbs as a quiet shutter flickered within the room.

"you okay baby?" clark whispered into you hair as he had you in a bear hug, bringing you impossibly closer towards him by your waist

"mmhmm," you hummed lazily, totally fucked out.

"I hope this means you'll stop trying to hide from me, you're so beautiful when you cum for me," clark praised.

"y-yeah whatever," you flushed, embarrassed as if the man wasn't still nestled inside you, causing him to chuckle as he thought your reaction was adorable.

you both laid limblessly, sheets askew as you let sleep overtake your lumbering figures.

when the next morning approached and the sound of the Star Wars track blaring throughout your shared bedroom only seemed to awake you, you reached over to your bed side table to clark's phone, unlocking it to silence the blaring sound from further assaulting your eardrums at 5am.

you immediately stiffened as you open up his home screen to a picture of your face contorted in utter pleasure as you could see a glimpse of your over bred hole in the frame.

you were going to kill this man.

a/n: part 2- civilian woman whoops superman's ass in broad daylight??? anyways my loves hope you enjoyed! make sure to leave feedback it's greatly appreciated!!

divider by @/canibalias <3