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thinking about riding clark kent in his childhood bedroom (sorry ma & pa)

you're still wearing he dress you wore to meet his parents, hiked up around your thighs. ma and pa kent absolutely loved you; they think you're the best match for their beloved son. thankfully for them, they're too busy watching something on the box to hear the way he's moaning against your hand as you cover his mouth.

your tits are bouncing within the confines of your dress, straps falling down your shoulders. he wants nothing more than to release them and have them in his face.

you lift your hand, leaning down to kiss him, swallowing down the noises he makes.

“i know it feels good, baby, but you have to be quiet,” you warn, “keep making noises and we’re gonna have to stop–“

his hands move to grab your ass cheeks at your threat, holding you in place as you continue to bounce on him, relishing in the way they jiggle.

“no…p-please…feels so good sweetheart,” clark moans, “you’re so pretty on top of me.”

you halt, grinding on his length, palms of your hands flat on his chest.

“then you’re going to have to be good, clark. can you do that for me?”

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Isabela Merced as Hawkgirl SUPERMAN (2025)

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your honor i love him…….

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So um. Can I be a whore and ask for a blurb where Clark/superman and ultraman take turns with you…..

anon......you have awoken something in me....sorry this took so long i had too much fun writing it

alter

— ⭑₊˚ pairings: clark kent x ultraman x reader

— ⭑₊˚ word count: 2.2k

— ⭑₊˚ content warning(s): dub/noncon (via brainwashing and drugging), obsessive Ultraman, sex puppet Clark Kent who wants you even without being brainwashed, public fingering, voyeurism/cuckolding

— ⭑₊˚ notes: i acknowledge none of these words are in the bible. this Ultraman is a mix of James Gunn's Ultraman (a DNA replica of Superman) and the Ultraman in some versions of the comics who develops a new power after each exposure to kryptonite - so in this, he has gained the power of telepathic manipulation. he's also just a little more calculating and sinister than the puppet he is in Gunn's adaptation (still just as dumb though). thank you creative writing liberties.

As the newest receptionist at the Daily Planet, you were just trying to prove yourself. Your father had drilled it into you: be the first one in, last one to leave. No connection is too small. Remember everyone's coffee order and surprise and delight your coworkers.

So you tried. Americano for Jimmy Olsen, heart-stopping levels of sweet for Lois, and a straightforward coffee with one cream for Clark Kent.

Well, nothing about Clark Kent was straightforward. You find yourself somewhere between jealous and smitten at the way he was so effortlessly making a name for himself. The way the other women who worked at the Planet made doe eyes at him - he'd charmed everyone in the office, really. Most of all, how Superman agreed to exclusive interviews with him of all people. But you take another look at those dimples and curls, and you can't blame Superman too much. Realistically speaking, you'd give Clark Kent whatever he wanted, too.

But no, you had to stay focused and be resourceful if you wanted to climb the corporate ladder. And that's what led you to follow the wisdom your mother had bestowed on you on how to establish yourself. Pencil skirts with a slit just too high, employing your trusty push-up bra and crossing your arms in a way that emphasized your tits up all nice. Especially around Mr. White. But not too much.

You had brains, sure, but you also had other things. It was calculated. Just a means of getting ahead, how you'd even out the playing board, even.

–

The effort you'd put into making a statement and establishing yourself at work didn't go unnoticed, just not as you had intended. You were oblivious as steely eyes greedily roamed over your soft, ample curves and smooth skin. Eyes fixated on your legs, lengthened by just office-inappropriate heels, on your walk to the subway after work.

Ultraman was on a mission bestowed on him by his predecessors: procreate and rule over the Earth.

Following his most recent exposure to transmuted kryptonite, Ultraman could delve into the minds of the feeble creatures of this planet; more than a means of carrying out this mission.

He knew what his bloodline needed. And he would do anything to secure what was his.

You didn't mean for all this to happen. Didn't know who or what was lingering just around the corner.

–

Ultraman had seen the way you look at Clark Kent. He had seen the way a blush crawled up your cheeks as you handed him his coffee. Saw you bite your lip, absentmindedly twirling your hair around your finger as he stumbled over his words like a bumbling idiot.

He heard the thrumming of your heart, your little moans as you touched yourself, the sweet, "C-Clark…." that escaped your lips like a prayer when you thought no one was listening. Using his x-ray vision to see through your walls, he saw the arching of your back and imagined the sweetness of your arousal as you came.

This wouldn't do. It should be him bringing you to your peak over and over again.

Luckily, it was easy enough to corner a feeble human like Clark Kent, at least he thought.

Imagine his surprise when his hypno-glasses came off, revealing a kindred Kryptonian. And Ultraman knew well that even the pinnacle of physical strength could not best psionic interference.

–

And to his surprise, Ultraman did not need to try very hard to control Clark Kent's mind.

When he set off to plant the visions of desire and the confidence to make you theirs, the need to claim and breed and fuck, he stumbled upon thoughts of small hands brushing against his as he was handed his coffee, light touches on the arm as you laughed together, glimpses of your cleavage and ass in those skirts you work he had stolen, much to his shame at the time. Clark wanted you.

So when Clark Kent corners you after lunch by the printer on Friday, you were taken aback.

"You…want to go out with me, Clark?" you say, taken aback by his abrupt boldness.

Clark's unable to stop the smirk that crawls up the side of his face, cheek dimpling. "Yeah. I was thinking we could grab a drink", he says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

He tilts his head as he takes in your dumbfounded expression - still unable to believe this was happening. He inhales the smell of your desire, melding with the sweet perfume you wear. You were just as sweet as Ultraman had made him think - than he had already imagined. Maybe even more so.

"I-yeah. Yeah! I'd love to." You try to control your voice, which threatens to tremble with excitement. The day couldn't fly by fast enough.

–

After work, you and Clark head down to the local dive bar. He buys you a beer, then two, and it's not long before he has you pressed against the stall of the men's bathroom.

He holds you back against the door of the stall, head heavy and lolling as he kisses you. Huh. Didn't have that much to drink, you thought.

What you didn't see was the little vial Ultraman had given Clark that he had slipped in your second beer when you weren't looking. You didn't have time to see anything; you were too over the moon at the reality that you were finally kissing your work crush.

Clark wrapped your legs around his waist as he licked into your mouth. You can't get over how easily he picks you up, how small you feel in his arms.

"I've been wanting this for so long…wanting you…" He grunts as he subconsciously grinds himself against you.

"W-Why didn't you say so?" you slur, "We could've…I would've-ohhh"

Clark cuts you off as he reaches down to begin to stroke your clit through your panties, feeling uninhibited with the desire to fuck and claim placed in his head.

"Maybe I would've if I'd known what pretty noises you make. Those all for me?" he quips as he slips underneath your panties, running a finger up your slit and spreading your wetness.

Clark moves to press you against the door of the stall, teasing your entrance and drinking in the way you moan.

You gasp as you hear a rip as he tears off your panties to gain access, slipping one finger into your cunt, then another, while rubbing your clit with his thumb. You feel the fabric of his pants rubbing against your exposed skin, then the burn of a smack against your ass with a roughness you didn't expect, but you can't bring yourself to complain about it.

"Come home with me", he whispers in your ear.

You moan, hesitating before responding.

"You feeling shy or something? Where'd all that come from, huh?" You finally give in, nodding as he presses kisses to your neck, fingers working you over the edge.

–

As you leave the dive bar, you let yourself be led around and ushered into a black car, slightly tipsy from the beer you'd drank and legs jellied from the way he'd made you cum. You find that Clark Kent didn't take you to his place, but instead led you to a private quarters in the LexCorp HQ, where the lights dimmed only to reveal a simple bed and desk. He sets you on a couch before retreating, as if awaiting orders.

It was then that you saw him. Dressed in all black, looking at you with wide, hungry eyes. He says nothing, only nodding to Clark.

Strip her down.

Clark obeyed, zipping down your pencil skirt to reveal your bare legs and mound to the chilly air. The sound of buttons flying across the room as he ripped off your blouse and bra.

You were bare in front of them. You were exquisite.

Prepare her.

At this command, Clark pulls your pliant body against his, holding you open for inspection.

Ultraman couldn't hold in the hum of approval as he began to take in the human specimen who would be holding his child. Your full breasts and gentle curves.

Clark moves to hold open the folds of your cunt, lips still soaking from your tryst in the bar.

Proceed.

Clark picks up where he left off, fingers going to rub your puffy clit, which basically begged for attention, rubbing it with multiple of his fingers, arms holding you up, your back to his strong chest. His legs bracket yours and hold you open to Ultraman's gaze as he was instructed.

Ultraman watched intently from the chair as Clark slipped a finger, then three into your cunt. Marvels at the way you're already so stretched and open for him. Sees the way you can't help the way your head lolls against his shoulder as you whimper., practically already overstimulated with pleasure as the drug continued to course through your veins.

Switching your places so you lie beneath him, you hear the unzipping of his pants as Clark takes himself out, your eyes fluttering open to meet Ultraman's discerning gaze as he palms himself through his suit. He looks hungry. They both do.

Clark strokes himself as he leans down to explore your dripping cunt, licking mercilessly into your entrance before giving attention to your clit. Your head falls against the mattress as he takes the bud between his lips and begins to suck, making you see stars, ministrations almost relentless in the way they bring you closer and closer to your peak.

He's almost gentle in the way he lines himself up before thrusting into you, easing into your heat inch by inch. Your breathing is labored as you adjust to his massive length, clutching on to his strong forearms as he begins to pick up the pace.

Leans down to leave a gentle kiss on your lips, testing the waters, before claiming your mouth with his. He licks into the seam of your lips, tangling your tongue with his like he wants nothing more than to devour you. Clark rests his forehead against yours, and it's almost intimate.

You've lost track of the number of times you've cum, Clark's length hitting that perfect spot inside of you over and over again.

You can't help the whine that escapes your mouth as he suddenly pauses, slowly, almost reluctantly, his cock covered in your arousal as he pulls out of you, head heavy against the pillow as you catch your breath, suddenly so empty.

Through heavy lids, you see Clark mindlessly get up and take the place of Ultraman in the chair watching you. A large hand comes to stroke over your face before grabbing your chin, forcing you to look into his steely gaze as he takes you in up close.

His eyes almost look like the Clark Kent you know, or thought you knew. But there's an intensity you can't describe. A need.

With no warning, Ultraman positions you on your hands and knees before descending on you from behind. He holds you open, taking a moment to drink in your pussy in all its glory before he spits, using his fingers to rub it into your waiting folds.

His brows furrow as he feels your pussy, still wet with your and Clark's mixed arousal. He works your cunt like he wants to eradicate every trace of man who wasn't him and rebuild it in his image, shoving his face into you from behind, devouring your folds like it's his last meal.

Ultraman doesn't hold back as he lines himself up, thrusting into your willing cunt. You feel your vision go momentarily white, a moan escaping you at the feeling of him stretching you, your body struggling to account for the size of him and the relentlessness of his thrust. The slap of skin on skin fills the room as he pounds into you relentlessly, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. He grabs a fist of your hair, using it to coerce you to arch your back, just like that for him.

Sadistic glee crosses his mind as Clark is forced to watch you both from the chair, palming and stroking himself. Has to watch the way your tits swing with each brutal thrust of Ultraman's hips, how your body subconsciously begs for more. How you cry out as he spanks one ass cheek, then the other possessively.

Such a good, breedable little human.

Ultraman feels a frenzy come over him as he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his arms with your back against his chest before continuing to thrust up into your greedy pussy. He wraps a possessive hand around your neck as your head threatens to loll against his shoulder, totally at the mercy of his ministrations.

He picks up the pace as his climax approaches, unable to help the grunt that escapes him as he begins to cum inside of your waiting body. You feel yourself collapse onto your forearms as he gives one last, brutal thrust, moving to plug you up with his length, like he wants to be sure it takes. When he finally relents and pulls out, he shoves the cum that has escaped back into you.

You find your head continues to spin as Clark redresses himself, leaving you with a look that almost resembles pity, alone with Ultraman in his quarters.

Ultraman felt himself stiffening again as he took in the way you rested on the bed, so vulnerable and willing.

And he would not rest until you were round with his offspring.

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need that.

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Ultraman crumbs

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omg there’s like nothing for jack. idek what to request ahahaha i just want more content of him. do you think you can do something where jack meets reader through the “dreamland” thing but they actually fall in love??????????

thank you for ur patience with me i hope you enjoy <3

lucid dreaming

— ⭑₊˚ NSFW, 18+ MDNI — ⭑₊˚ pairing: jack castello x reader — ⭑₊˚word count: ~2k

— ⭑₊˚ notes: give it up for canon munch, big dick jack castello! was fun exploring the dynamics of these two. have potentially an idea where it’s a shyer reader but trying to figure out what that looks like. i'm rewatching hollywood with oomfs so i can almost guarantee there will be more for him coming soon <3

The truth was, you'd always envisioned a life for yourself beyond busying your days with empty hobbies or a future of caring for a home. Your parents couldn't care less about what you did, for the record. Mother kept herself elevated on the good stuff, not a thought crossing her precious head - especially since Father typically had his cock stuck in the first pretty thing he could find as soon as he left the house.

There was more to life than this, you were certain: more interesting things, and people, worthy of your attention. And the pursuit of this had led you to the corner of Citrus and Normandie time and time again.

After all, what else was a girl to do in her free time?

"The usual", you say, silk scarf around your head, designer sunglasses framing your face.

You'd made your way around Golden Tip, so to speak. Gave sweet old Ernie a good amount of business. You were just looking for someone good-looking enough to pass the time with and throw some of your Daddy's money at.

"Miss?" A newcomer says. Someone you don't recognize, anyway. Fresh blood.

A straggler curl of dark hair escapes the gold naval hats Ernie makes all his boys wear, Jack embroidered on the patch on his shirt. He looks tentative, almost unsure of himself, but there's something in his eyes you can't unsee - a hunger. "Jack, is it? You're new here," you say, taking your glasses off, offering your hand out to him for him to take.

"Yes, miss," he says, taking your hand in his somewhat clumsily, "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I was planning on going to Dreamland", you play along, the word rolling off your lips, "Care to accompany me?"

–

Jack had only been doing this for a few weeks. Already had a resume of somewhat awkward encounters with beautiful women. He didn't mind, though. They paid well enough, and were, honestly, kinder to him than Henrietta had been recently. Regardless, he had a duty to her - she was carrying his child, and he hoped to provide.

You drive him back to the hotel room you have procured for many occasions before, giggling as Jack moves to remove that silly hat before standing awkwardly by the door. What a gentleman.

"Want to help me out here, Jack?" you ask, lifting up your hair to reveal the nape of your neck and the necklace encircling it, a gold and diamond piece that essentially rested between your breasts.

Jack can't help the way his cheeks blush at your willingness to get right into things. He was a sweet one. Still so green, clearly.

"Y-yes," he clears his throat, "Yes. One moment". He stumbles to stand behind you, hands brushing against where your own were holding up your hair, fingers fumbling with the zipper. The zip of your dress felt miles long, and he just about fell to his knees as it opened to reveal nothing as the fabric of your dress fell to the ground.

You smile at his reaction, turning to face him in all your glory, kitten heels still on your feet.

"Not my first rodeo. I like to keep things simple. Straightforward", you tease, sauntering away from him to grab a silk robe draped over one of the chairs.

"So tell me, Jack…" you begin.

"Castello", he finishes.

"Tell me about you, Jack Castello."

He tests the waters at first, sharing that he served in the war, lived in the Midwest before moving out here, and so on. The works. When you pry for more, for him to really, actually tell you about himself, it's not lost on you how Jack practically illuminates at your encouragement. As he shares his passion for moving pictures, his desire to be in them, to be a part of those star-studded flicks he grew up watching, you smile as you take in his words, as you notice the way his eyes light up.

What else is not lost on you? How he ogles at the way the robe moves against your curves like water as you saunter to retrieve a pack of cigarettes from your clutch, offering one to him, which he accepts.

"Well… if that's all it takes to get you talking, Mr. Castello. I can't say I mind the sound of it," you smile, lighting your own cigarette before lighting his.

You talk for hours in what feels like minutes, connecting in a way neither of you expected, about moving pictures and the uncertainty of all this you were doing. You felt yourself show up presently, bypassing the semantic, surface-level exchanges you often found yourself actively yawning at. You afford him a vulnerability you're not used to easily dealing with.

There was a hunger, a drive you saw in him, and that he saw in you reflected right back at him. You almost forget what you've come here for.

Almost.

–

At a comfortable lull in the conversation, Jack's eyes drop to your lips, eyes flitting up to yours as if he were silently asking permission. At your amused nod, Jack takes your face in the palm of his hand before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, his touch warm and soft.

He kisses you with a surprising amount of certainty, like he could push himself to forget what else the world had in store and compel you to follow his lead.

You trace your hands along his neck, moving to undo his tie before going to unbutton the crisp white shirt. "Take this off," you mumble into the kiss, his lips continuing to devour yours as he begins to tease the seam of your mouth with his tongue.

As he licks into your mouth, your hands continue to wander about, exploring his smooth skin and the expanse of his broad chest, fidgeting with the silver chain around his neck. You leave goosebumps as your hands dance over his shoulders, down his arms. He hisses at your touch, which harbors a tenderness that surprises him.

His brain practically ceases functioning as he takes in the swells of your breasts as you begin to undo your robe. He's looking at you like he's pained with desire, like you had unlocked something in him, listening to him in a way no one had before.

Jack is on you with urgency as your robe falls to a silky pool at your feet, sitting you on the chaise, kneeling in front of you before leaving kisses along your neck and collarbones before kissing down to your chest. He places a warm hand at the small of your back, marveling at the way your nipples have pebbled from rubbing against the silk of your robe. Taking a stiff peak into his mouth, he groans around the mouthful before busying it further with his tongue, his other hand coming up to pinch at the neglected bud.

You try to reach down, straining to feel the massive bulge of him through his trousers, only for him to pin that hand behind your back.

"G-good with your mouth, are you?" you try to quip despite his ministrations. He peels himself away from your breast before coming to stand at full height, grasping your chin gently between his thumb and first finger.

"Well, if you're good and quiet, you can see for yourself," he says.

–

Jack lay you down on the bed, fluffing up the pillows beneath your head as you lounged. He took in the sight of you, skin so soft and supple looking, settling in between legs already parted for him.

He starts at your feet, removing your heels and massaging the arches with steady hands. As he moves to your calves, you moan as he runs gentle kisses up your legs, eyes fluttering shut as he begins working up to your inner thighs.

"Yeah? Feel good?" Jack can't hold back a smirk at the way you quiver even at the slightest of his touches, at the softness of your skin. The way he moves is with a reverence, a respect you haven't received before, that you don't usually give yourself.

When he makes his way up to your mound, he leans in to place a reverent kiss, hands trailing up your body and over your curves to spread your folds open. When his eyes flutter open, you see his typically blue gaze, basically black with need, pupils swallowing up the ocean depths. You feel yourself begin to tremble as he just takes you in with admiration. You're tempted to close your legs shut, but are stopped by strong arms in your way.

"Don't get shy on me now. We're just getting started."

He buries his face into your waiting cunt, nose brushing against your clit as he licks into your sweet pussy. As he licks a stripe from entrance to clit, a gasp escapes you, your hands moving to tangle in his hair as you cry out, back arching off the bed.

"Oh, it feels so—" He cuts you off with a extra little suction to your clit before laving it with his tongue.

"Feels so…?" he teases, shit-eating grin on his face, dimples peeking up at you through your haze of pleasure. He reaches to press one finger into you, marveling in the way your cunt swallows it up."Cat got your tongue?"

You soon feel the pull of your climax beginning to build already, the beginnings of your juices already all over Jack's face as he takes you there.

"So tight," he says, gently adding a second. You moan,manicured nails clawing against the skin of his back, surely leaving marks.

"You gonna cum for me already, sweetheart? Gonna cum all over my face?"

And you do, harder than anyone's made you before, thighs tightening around Jack's head, unimaginable levels of pleasure washing over you. He works you through your orgasm with kitten licks to your still trembling cunt before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, letting you catch your breath. Crawls up your body to place a kiss on your lips, capturing your mouth with his. You giggle as he lets you taste yourself on him.

–

Jack takes off his black slacks and work-issued belt, leaving him only in his white briefs. He palms himself through the fabric, and your eyes widen slightly as you take in the length in front of you. Freeing himself from his briefs, you're face-to-face with him in his entirety, wholly unprepared for what you see. He was bigger than anyone else you've ever taken.

"Don't be scared", he soothes, noticing your reaction. "Got you nice and ready, didn't I?"

Jack runs the tip of his cock up and down your sopping folds, rubbing in the lingering proof of your earlier climax.

And truly, you almost can't believe the way your cunt stretches to accommodate him. How he grunts as he slips the tip inside, already feeling you squeeze him like you want to milk him dry. He swears under his breath as he continues to enter, inch by inch, hands coming up to cradle your face and pet your hair. You were doing so well - he'd never seen someone look this beautiful taking him before.

He revels in the stretch of your tight cunt, the way your mouth fell open, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy for him.

"Eyes open, honey," he tuts, "Stay right here. Look at who's doing this to you," he pants as he hilts all the way inside. You were taking him so well.

The tender way he cradles your face almost betrays the punishing pace he's established once you finally adjust, pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in. His forehead presses against yours, gazing into your eyes before his lashes flutter shut as he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. Your hands stay tangled in his hair as he drinks down your pretty moans, the way you press him closer to you like you're still wanting more somehow.

"Nngh– gonna…gonna cum, sweetheart," he says. You whine as he pulls out, lip between his teeth as he strokes himself over you to completion. "You ready?" he asks before groaning, cum shooting to cover your breasts and the diamond necklace that fell between them.

As you catch your breath, Jack goes grab a towel from the bathroom, wetting it under warm water before running it over your skin. The air between you was quiet, but reverent, almost like there was more to be said. But you wanted to honor the silence: nowhere else to be, no more to be than here and with each other.

He pulls you into his arms, stroking the soft skin of your back as you melt into his touch.

"Don't think you're done, mister. I'm getting my money's worth."

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need these whimsical divas 🤙

also david in the ultraman suit no one look at me.

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David Corenswet as Clark Kent Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

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Req! where Clark has to meet readers parents?

Thank u,i really enjoy reading what you write! 🤭❤️

thank you so much omg <3 had a blast with this request :,)

— ⭑₊ ˚pairing: clark kent x reader, sfw — ⭑₊˚ notes: my brain is so often in the gutter but i am in my heart such a sucker for fluff and family dynamics. thank you for the req!!

Something you and Clark Kent had in common was that family meant the world to both of you.

Clark’s Ma had called one time you were sitting in his lap, and he insisted you stay on the phone. Found it rather sweet, the way she enunciated every syllable so clearly, like she wanted to communicate just the right way. His Pa was of fewer words, offering a “mmhm” here and there, or received a stark reminder that Clark couldn’t see he was nodding in approval. Pa let Ma do the talking, really. Clark clearly loved his parents, and they clearly loved him.

So you can imagine how excited Clark was when he found out it was time to meet your own parents. Your Dad had a new recipe he was perfecting, and he and your mother missed having you home.

Clark Kent was over the moon, asking what he should wear? What were your folks like? Do you have any pets?

To which you answer: dress nice, they bicker but are very in love - Mom wears the pants in the relationship and Dad wants to give her the world, and a tabby cat named Archie they got when you were 15 to soothe the open wound of you leaving for university.

It was both exciting and overwhelming, introducing this cornerstone of you he hadn't been familiarized with yet.

Clark shows shows up to your childhood home in a collared shirt and slacks, modest bouquet of flowers in his hand, to the absolute delight of your mother. Having him here was like bringing a bit of Metropolis home to the suburbia you knew and loved.

As he wolfs down a massive portion of what your Dad had cooked, both to his delight and also to the delight of your mother, who says you both need to eat more, your parents and Clark go through the motions of surface level chit-chat, asking what you studied in school and what you do for work.

Clark tells him he’s a journalist for the daily planet, that he writes about local events and matters of public interest. just has to sprinkle in that he does some volunteer work for the local community on the side.

Your Dad nods encouragingly at this, and you can see the way moved and approving tears begin to well up in your Mom’s eyes.

You elbow clark in the ribs.

Even Archie seemingly can’t resist Clark’s charms, the usually ornery cat flopping over on his back, belly up for him. You can’t help the way your heart flutters at the sight of your boyfriend being so sweet to your family’s cat.

—

“So how am I doing?” Clark corners you in your childhood room, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Do you really need to ask, Clark? They love you. Even won over Archie somehow,” you look back in his arms, eyes narrowing as you look at him in a silent behave as he places a kiss on your neck. “Think he likes you more than me already,” you lament.

“Can’t help it. Parents and pets - they all love Superman”, he says.

You snort. "Very smooth with that 'community service' talk. Real winner there," you say as he leans his chin on the top of your head.

He takes a beat, fingers playing with the necklace around your neck he had given you.

"I like them. They remind me of you," Clark says, going to kiss your cheek, before taking in your room, a lovingly preserved vestige of who you were from approximately the ages of 12-18 before you had moved out.

"Now why don't you show me around? I believe I've been deprived of a room tour. And I know what I want to see," he picks up a stuffed shark sitting on the made-up bed - Mom insisted on it always being ready.

"Put Mr. Finn down!!" you say, feigning distress.

He looks down at you, moving to whisper in your ear,

"Don't worry, I know a guy who can help."

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His cute little portrait in the background awwwww Clark Kent is so beloved

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SUPERMAN (2025) Directed by James Gunn

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You gonna share the p link w the class?

only because ily anon

p link my friend sent me that inspired this clark kent jealousy blurb

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Clark not understanding how to use Lois's voice recorder

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Clark Kent who gets jealous because you won't shut up about Superman.

all you can talk about is how Superman winked at you after he saved you - you're sure of it. how did you even let slip that you think about how strong he must be? he was able to hold up a building, babe.

Clark can barely contain his annoyance at the way you pine over him. every meal, every walk to the subway, all about Superman.

maybe he's had enough. maybe he needs to remind you of who you were with. whose were you, even?

it starts off gentle enough, the sweet Clark you'd come to know. kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, before capturing your lips with his own.

there's an intensity to the way he's moving. more nips and teeth that feel purposeful. as you gather your thoughts, you feel the way his teeth sink into your lower lip, almost too hard, like he wanted to send a message.

you gasp into his mouth as his touch continues, hands trailing from where they were caressing your cheeks before trailing over your chin, grazing the expanse of your neck, and to your collarbones. he rests on the curve of your waist, pulling you into him impossibly closer.

"is Superman here?" he grumbles under his breath in between kisses.

before you can even begin to reply, he's pulling your shirt over your head, exposing you to him. he removes your bra with practiced skill, clumsy Clark absent, fueled by a need to show you what you had as a result of being his.

he takes a stiffened nipple into his mouth, teasing the bud with his tongue before sucking on it. teasing the one not in his mouth with his fingers and bringing it to prominence before switching and giving the same treatment to the other.

he continues taking off your clothes, unbuttoning your pants before tugging them down. rubbing at the damp seam of your panties, Clark fights the urge to ask you who you were this wet for, pulling down your panties and exposing your dripping cunt to the air as he kisses you again, palming one of your ass cheeks.

you can't even process what he's doing as he lifts you into the air. you move to wrap your legs around his waist as you usually do, but he bats them away before only lifting you up further, above his shoulders, leaning you against the wall. it was like you weighed nothing to him.

before you can protest, a gasp escapes your mouth as he goes to feast on your pussy, licking a stripe up your slit with his tongue. you couldn't believe the way he was not struggling to hold you in the air, the tip of his tongue straying to tease at your clit. he licked into you like he was starving. like he wanted you to drink in the fact that he was the one doing this to you, that he was the one making you soak his lips and face like this.

you moan and reach to tangle your fingers in his hair, barely registering how he holds you up with one hand so he can spread your lips with the other. taking in the way his eyes were closed as he kept eating you, licking into your entrance, sucking on your puffy little clit before sinking a finger, then two, inside you.

he scissors his fingers, easing you open, curling them so they stroke against that spot he knows you love. how is it you were still so tight for him?

between his fingers and mouth, you could hardly help the way your climax sneaks up on you. you cry out as it crashes over you, mouth falling open and head falling back against the wall. Clark only smiles as he takes you in, fingers still entangled in his hair as he holds you up. so beautiful.

you see how his glasses are all fogged up, the movement of your hands jostling the frames as he continues to work you through your orgasm, dangerously approaching another peak as he continues to lick and suck at your sensitive flesh. your hands tighten in his hair, grinding your heaving body and quivering pussy against his face-

his glasses fall, rattling against the floor.

notes: inspired by a fuckass p link my friend sent me teehee

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DAVID CORENSWET as CLARK KENT Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn