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imagine trying to keep up with clark đ€Ż (18+)
clark kent is an undeniably gentle loverâclumsy at times, almost bashful, his movements hesitant in a way thatâs endearing. sometimes, he looks to you for reassurance, those soft blue eyes pleading, asking if heâs making you feel good.
and he always does.
he knows your body so well itâs almost frustrating. his hands, his mouth, the way his voice drops just slightly when he whispers your nameâitâs enough to leave you trembling every time.
he always tells you that you do. âperfect,â he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and uneven as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. his voice is wrecked, raw in a way that makes you believe himâfor a moment.
but there are things youâve started to notice.
like the way he lingers for just a second too long, his lips brushing your temple as if hesitating to pull away or draw you closer. or how his hands tremble slightly when they release you, the strength behind them still careful, too careful. then, there are the moments he waits for you to fall asleepâthe soft creak of the mattress, the shuffle of his feet as he slips out of bed, barely disturbing the air.
itâs always the same. the quiet click of the bathroom door, the faint rush of water as he turns on the shower.
you know what heâs doing in there.
and it eats at you, imagining him under the stream of hot water, head tilted back, his chest heaving as he works through the need that still claws at him. need that you werenât able to fully satisfy.
once, you caught him. half-asleep and bleary-eyed, you stirred when the bed dipped, his weight returning as if nothing had happened. his skin was still damp, his hair darker and curling against his forehead.
but you want to be the one to help him blow off that steam.
âjust blowing off some extra steam,â he said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
no, you need to be the one.
you want him completely undoneâpanting, his chest heaving, red staining his cheeks while heâs too wrecked to say anything but your name. you want him shaking with pleasure, the same way he leaves you, winded and unable to think of anything else.
you want him gasping, moaning louder, his voice breaking apart as he tries to keep himself together. you want to see spit pooling at the corners of his lips, his body shuddering uncontrollably. you want him to blow load after loadâon you, with you, inside youâuntil neither of you can take any more.
you just have to make sure you donât turn the tables on yourself.
âyou got another one for me, hun?â clark pleads, his voice soft but ragged.
his curls stick to his forehead, damp with sweat, and his face is flushed deeper than youâve ever seen. his big hands hold your hips gently, fingers twitching as if heâs trying to resist gripping you tighter.
youâre blubbering, incoherent, your eyes unfocused as your nails scrape at his shoulders. itâs ridiculous trying to leave marks on steel skin, but the feeling of him, the weight of him, makes it impossible to stay still.
youâve finally managed to corner him. after weeks, nearly a month of easing him into the idea that you could keep up with him, he let you try. and now heâs showing you a side of himself youâve never seen before.
his body trembles against yours, his movements are frantic, urgent, a stark contrast to the measured pace he usually sets. your legs ache as you struggle to keep up, your body pliant and exhausted, while he bucks up against you, doing most of the work after you had given up on riding him.
he moves you easily, up and down his cock, his strength apparent even in his restraint. his head falls back against the headboard, blue eyes locked on yours, his glasses long discarded.
in all honesty, you donât know if you have another one in you. youâd lost count three orgasms ago. you mustâve been delusional thinking you could keep up with clark kent, a man who is finally breaking a sweat, his broken moans and soft whimpers starting to turn into ones youâve never heard from him before. even after cumming countless times, making a mess of your sheets, he still wants more, asks for it, begs for itâhe needs more, he can take more, wants to give you more.
the slow drag of his cock, sliding in and out of you, has you mewling, tears staining your cheeks as the pleasure mounts again. his grip is firm but careful, guiding you, ensuring you can take everything heâs giving.
he makes you feel so good. your body trembling in his hands, every nerve alight and melting under his touch. youâve become putty for him to mould.
itâs a little embarrassing, honestlyâthat heâs got you like this. you were supposed to be the one pleasing him, breaking him down, undoing him. not the other way around.
but he seems perfectly satisfied with the way things are right now.
youâre fully collapsed onto him now, your strength all but gone. his hips jerk upwards, his movements frantic and desperate, breath puffing hot air against your ear.
âcan you⊠can you look at me?â he pleads, his voice cracking as his hands shift from your hips to cradle your face, tilting your head so youâre staring into his glassy, almost desperate eyes. âlook at me while you comeâitâll make me come, too. please.â
you mean to whine, his touch burning against your skin, but the sound catches in your throat when you see him.
he looks utterly wrecked.
his eyes are clouded, unfocused, his lips slick and parted, his brow furrowed with something between pain and pure desire. you imagine you look much the sameâspit glistening on your chin, cheeks flushed and tear-streaked, wetness trailing down your thighs.
he holds your gaze for a moment, his thumb brushing your lower lip before slipping into your mouth.
then, both of you move at onceâyou surge forward to kiss him, capturing those perfect, pink lips, your movements slow and languid while he remains restless. he adjusts to your pace, pulling you impossibly closer.
his blue eyes roll back as he thrusts into you again. one hand traces lines up your spine while his lips devour yours, leaving you trembling and teetering on the edge within minutes.
his kisses turn softer, trailing to your cheek, his teeth catching on your skin as he nips gently. âiâm not hurting you, am i?â he murmurs, his voice trembling. âi know itâs sensitive, baby. tell me if itâs too much, okay? i can stop ifââ
âno, please,â you whimper, terrified he might actually stop. âitâs so good.â
youâre drunk with desire, clenching tightly around him.
âyou feel so good, baby. so fucking good. youâre taking me so well.â his next thrust is sharp, deep, dragging a cry from your lips as he stills, buried to the hilt. âyouâre gonna make me come again,â he groans, his voice breaking.
âfuck, pleaseââ
âi want you to come for me again,â he interrupts, his desperation bleeding through. âyouâre so tight and hot when you do. i need it againâplease, baby, one more for me. can you give me one more?â
âiâyeah,â you nod, trembling, your body already vibrating on the verge of release.
he hardly gives you a moment to recover before heâs crooning, âone more, just one more, please, please, pleaseââ
clark kent is completely undone.
#i am having thoughts...#no one look at me pls#fayeâs writing â.á#clarkâs glasses#clark kent drabble#clark kent smut#clark kent x reader#clark kent x fem reader#clark kent x you#clark kent x y/n#clark kent imagine#clark kent fanfiction#superman smut#superman x reader#superman 2025 smut#superman 2025#reader insert#smut#smallville#clark kent smallville#smallville smut
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thinking about bg3 verse and how the tadpoles effect shep's abilities & whether or not he'd be a companion With a tadpole. i'm leaning towards him having a tadpole bc i don't think he would've joined up with the group otherwise & it would only strengthen his abilities (not a great thing bc he already can't shut it off; having them this strong, it'd be so loud 24/7 and more difficult to differentiate his own thoughts & feelings from others' thoughts & feelings)
#ramble.#i am having thoughts...#like he doesn't need the tadpole to tadpole connect to people bc he already has those abilities#so having the tadpole on top of all that?? my gods#bro is a weapon of mass destruction#me + never knowing if im using the correct affect / effect vs. not caring quite enough to look it up every time
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How come you're all about "feminism" until it's time to protest? We haven't seen you make a single fucking post about the LA riots and it's really disappointing.
Hi friends. This is your reminder not to reply to questions like this. You do not need to self-report your behavior. This is a guilt trip designed to make you violate your own Miranda rights.
Also, they are not riots (Freudian slip, fed?), they're peaceful protests and are a democratic right under the first amendment.
where to find your local protest donate to legal funds my local immigrant support network
be safe out there, i love you.
#i have people i love i am protecting. that will always come before clout lol#i will not be making posts about this yet until i can lol#which is very upsetting for me i promise. we all know i LOVE to expound on a subject.#btw the reason i point out the word ''riot'' here is that in general i have seen that as a MAGA dogwhistle-#they're trying to rebrand the issue as ''violent uprising'' and there's a LOT of reasons why that's a dangerous thought pattern
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i just need to have more rules for myself. more rules and limits. surely that will help me

#ed tag#ana tag#bpd#ocd#< i don't have ocd but thought some of you might relate#adhd#autism#asd#control#control issues#will i follow the rules? no. will that only cause more distress bc why am i too weak to be disciplined and follow my rules? yes.
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I'm as grateful for cellphones as the next person, but sometimes I think about how everyone having a phone on them at all times really did cause us to loose some things as a society. I mean - for example, kids these days will never experience their car breaking down and needing to find the nearest place with a phone they can use. They're never going to have the opportunity to tentatively approach a house only to discover that it's full of queer people having a party hosted by a transvestite to celebrate his creation of a sex homunculus, stay the night, and loose their virginity while unintentionally partaking in cannibalism. It's tragic, that kind of gay sexual awakening just doesn't happen these days because of cellphones.
#do i have actual legitimate thoughts on how cell phones have altered the fabric of society in both positive and negative ways?#yes.#am i making a dumb joke about rocky horror picture show instead of articulating the complex cultural changes wrought by their ubiquity?#also yes.#in which i say things
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I think a lot of people are forgetting that on tumblr fandom used to be practiced very differently. now everyone fucks off to their discords or tumblr groups to discuss everything with a select few, making tags be nearly only used for posting some finished fanworks or not at all
a decade ago people didn't have tumblr groups. people didn't even have dms. if you wanted to talk to anyone about anything you had to make a post, or send an ask (which more often than not would get published and thereby become a post in the end too)
so next time you think "I have a fandom thought but I have to find a small group of hyperspecifically like-minded people to share it with in private" remember all the freaks you could be missing out on meeting by keeping the tags dead. use tags, make friends. fuck discord.
#me? hating discord? on main?? of course I am I always am#anyway nothing like someone discovering a fandom post years later through tags and becoming a new friend#one you would never have met had you only shared your thoughts in some discord that's dead now
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Okay guys
INPRNT!!
#i don't wanna work a minute longer on this one i honestly started to hate it so im getting it out of my system as soon as possible#i have other Bilbo Baggins fanarts planned;)#also i dont care what anyone says Bilbo likes kids#hes a story teller he wrote the book for Frodo#maybe he got the idea from the young hobbits who have been a constant pesterers of his life asking him to tell stories about his adventure#i dont know i have a lot of thoughts on this but i cant write it down#not the best with words i am (as you can see from the dialogue lol)#anywaaaayss eat up Bilbo enjoyers#the hobbit#hobbit#bilbo baggins#tolkien#bilbo my beloved
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "đđŒđđŒâ" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) âwhy didn't he use đ«”đŒ?â didn't exist yet. âwhy didn't he use đ?â dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. đđŒ is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent đđŒđđŒ as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler
#sinners#sinnersedit#dailyflicks#cinematv#cinemapix#filmtvcentral#filmtvdaily#useroptional#filmgifs#vampireedit#vampyreblr#*#this is 100% a no thoughts head empty post bc i am a vampire fucker sorry#and also love how the vampires look in this movie with the glowing/reflective (?) eyes#and they all have different eye colors hmmm#but don't worry i'll def gif more bc my god this movie is amazing#1k
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The movie Wicked is proof that any source material can be vastly improved by simply making the intense female friendship much gayer + the mutual male love interest both wildly bisexual and lowkey down to just be their third
#i canât believe they improved Fiyeroâs character so much just by making him intensely into both women at the same time asdakdga#Elphaba: *screaming at people*#Glinda: yeah baby you tell em! my girlfriend is gonna kick your ass!#Fiyero: god Iâm so fucking turned on right now why am I so turned on by this#ideal dynamic tbh#i have other much more meaningful thoughts on this movie but this was so funny I had to post it#It was a very very good movie ngl#wicked#wicked movie
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price with erectile dysfunction. beats himself up simply because his love is too pretty to not get hard over, but being the wise old man he is he quickly finds a solution. what does he have three young men for, if not to help him out?
he regularly let's the boys have at you, fuck your cunt raw while he sits next to you and watches, petting your hair gently. and you? you only have eyes for him. no matter which of them fucks you, no matter what they do, you just have eyes for your husband. gazing up at him, gripping his arm, moaning his name, begging him to go harder, to make you cum.
and the boys loathe it. they're the ones fucking you, the ones making you feel good, why are you only looking at him? calling out for him when you cum, clutching his arm when they hit that spot that makes you see stars? they stumble over themselves to make you look at them, moan their names or at least acknowledge them, but you never do.
and yet they still keep coming back to do it over and over again.
#i. am having thought's#post nut clarity??#nah post nut CREATIVITY#tmi#sorry i should be asleep#gothghostiie#john price#John price x reader#price x reader#price#captain john price#captain price#captain john price x reader#captain price x reader#ghost#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#kyle garrick#gaz#kyle gaz garrick#gaz x reader#kyle garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#John mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#soap x reader#soap
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i keep thinking about how rfk said that autistic people "will never write a poem." i keep thinking about that, about if humanity is calculated on the back of old verse. how far we measure personhood is in baseball and stanza breaks.
i keep thinking - i have over 7k poems on here alone. language can be a special interest, after all. did you know the word autism comes almost direct from the greek word autos, meaning "self"? self-ism.
maybe he is right - i haven't really played baseball. i was a ballet dancer instead. and besides - my sister once accidentally hit me in the face with an aluminum bat. i'm not sure if the injury gives me half points. am i only a person in the dugout? hand in a mitt? swinging?
does softball count? does cricket? am i a person if i throw the ball to my dog. am i a person as long as the ball is in the air, or do i stop being a person as it rolls into the bushes. i took my girlfriend to fenway recently; was i a person in the sun, with my hands up, with the game laid out at my feet in a diamond. i felt like a person, but that was back in the summer, and i often feel my most person-like then.
am i more of a person because of the sheer number of things i've written? does quality matter, or is it quantity? i used to write entire books every summer in high school - i wasn't doing well. i felt the least like-a-person back then. but then - does any person feel human in high school?
in the library, ink on my skin, i feel personhood shutter at the edges of myself. actually, writing feels blissfully like not being myself. it feels birdlike; escaping into creation so my body dissolves and i survive only by muscle memory. i am not there, i am writing.
but who can deny the falconlike focus of warsan shire, the tenderness of mary oliver, the sheer skill of amanda gorman. those are poets. they are certainly human. you could line them up with the way their words have influenced us and measure their literary shadows like wings.
perhaps it was very assumptive of me to want to be a poet rather than "a [ label ] poet." i wanted the work to fill itself in, rather than be stained by what i am. i do not write in despite of my neurodivergence, i am just neurodivergent and writing.
does the poem have to be in english or can i send it through my palms into the coat of my dog. does the poem have to make sense. does the poem have to love you back.
if i break a glass, will the poem appear naturally? or is the act of breaking the glass human-enough. the shards of my life glittering out beneath me - do i have to write the poem, or is it self-evident in the pile of glass splinters? i cannot grasp this world the way other people can. regardless, i endeavor to touch - even the mess - very gently.
i broke my toenail against my coffee table recently. i released a bug outdoors. i made coffee. i walked my dog.
i didn't write a poem about any of these things.
something else, then. existing without humanity.
#how many poems would one have to write to walk through the gates of their own humanity#so it is just writing and not a miracle.#as if writing is ever anything except miracle - all creation is divine.#writeblr#poetry#i am almost certain i have written more poetry than most members of the presidential cabinet#so maybe i am MORE human?#... but alas.#perhaps BECAUSE i'm a poet- i do not like the idea of measuring my own humanity against theirs#they are people. many terrible people are unfortunately still people.#i know i cannot touch this world in the same way other people can.#but i still.... i lay down in the glass shards#i let it into my hair.#i don't like talking about this part of me and i rarely write poems about it.#it is sharp here. i thought that you liked how sharp it is for me. you've been running your hands through the blood#when it was painful enough.... even YOU might have called it poetry
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they'll fund a genocide and let their poor regions be destroyed. don't fucking forgive them for that.
my hometown is completely gone from what pictures i can find of it, i have not heard from my family (including aunts, uncles, parents, one sibling, and a grandparent), and the infrastructure in the mountain communities is wiped out. i cannot stress how catastrophic this is, or how difficult it will be for these communities to build back. i am angry, and scared, and heartbroken by everything that's happened.
and our government is spending it's money to fund a genocide.
free palestine, and don't be complicit. realize that this is not something happening that doesn't affect you--although it shouldn't take this to care about the deaths of thousands of people anyway.
#sorry for this angry rant i am not having a good week#hurricane helene#helene#free palestine#laurie thoughts#maybe i'm just screaming to the void and nobody will care since that's how it's gone so far#i could go on and on about how fucked this is not to mention the politics of how we got here#i am so fucking done
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what they wonât show us
#just having the thought of Matt tracing his fingers over the engraving on Foggyâs gravestoneâŠ.#i am not well#daredevil#ddba#daredevil born again#ddba spoilers#daredevil born again spoilers#matt murdock#foggy nelson#nelson and murdock#daredevil fanart#angst#marvel fanart#mcu#mattfoggy
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i fucking LOVE LIFE !!!! YOU WANNA KNOW WHY???? IM ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME AS AO3 EXISTS!! THERES NEVER BEEN A BETTER AGE EVER !!!!! AND IM LIVING NOW AAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
#i fear i am delirious#oh well#i genuinely love it tho#the thought of having to live without ao3 and fics genuinely makes me panic lmao#jesus christ imagine that#no thank you#anyways#ao3#fanfic#fanfiction#gay ships#destiel#thiam#wolfstar#jegulus#bkdk#jayvik#malec#hilson#korrasami#ineffable husbands#satosugu#itafushi#eruri#soukoku
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honestly my mother was a huge champ about her eight-year-old asking to be bought an unabridged edition of the Odyssey for a birthday present, and then she was an equally huge champ about reading her eight-year-old the unabridged Odyssey as a bedtime story and pausing every four lines to define something for me, and let me just say that I have fucking TREASURED the opportunity to reverse that old tradition by more or less forcing her to sit on my couch and listen to Epic and pause it every four lines for my dissertation
#epic the musical#classics#the odyssey#odysseus#look this is everything you need to know about me as a child#firm shoutout to my mother having handled this whole character arc with aplomb#i read percy jackson several years after this. to clarify. i was a little freak is what i am saying.#i also subjected my in-laws to my Odyssey Thoughts while they were here for christmas#to be honest i do not think they expected me to have a 20 minute speech locked and loaded#but again: they were great sports#incredibly convenient of my child self to have dubbed odysseus their blorbo because now i sound fantastically well educated#when in reality this is EXACTLY the same as me talking for 20 minutes about the animorphs#fuckin gottem
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