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[kirietown]

Are u still working on star burster? I love that series it’s so cute 🫶🫶

yes ofc! tbh I’ve been getting side tracked by the limited series’ i’ve been putting out since they’re quicker to write lol. star burster is definitely getting an update this weekend & im hoping to make it lengthier than usual too ;)

thank you for reading!!

[kirietown]

And what if I said I want a threesome with Clark and ultraman…

18+ | the roommate situation

clark x f!reader x ultraman

cw: threesome, unprotected p in v, obviously minor spoilers for superman (2025) and canon divergence

i wonder how that would come about…

I like to think that ultraman was not unintelligent at all, and perhaps merely non-verbal. a mirror image of clark capable of expressing his most deepest of thoughts and desires. those desires including you.

In the months since Luthor’s attacks on the city you took to mentoring Ultraman, whom you nicknamed Kal, much to Clark’s frustration. He seemingly knew how to live on his own but lacked the necessary social skills to blend into society. You took the role for two reasons; the first being that you were Clark’s good friend, and the second being that in the middle of Clark’s battle with Ultraman,— the very second the being’s mic disconnected with Luthor, he flew straight to your apartment building. According to Clark, as you had already evacuated the city, he merely sat like a dog and refused to move. He left him there and continued his pursuit on Lex.

That was how Kal came to be in your care. You had been shocked at the sight of him, only briefly warned by Clark, who led you into your small apartment hesitantly. It was a strange sight to see this long haired duplicate of Clark barrel over to you,— smiling (which he apparently hadn’t done before), as though reunited with an old friend. Clark had suggested reinforcement to remove him, but you merely shook your head, his baby blues had already won you over. Admittedly, it took a lot of convincing on your part to let Kal stay with you. Especially after Clark noted the way Kal would cling to you, and stare at you openly in the ways he wished he could.

It was safe to say that Clark could never say no to you, and that frustrated him to no end.

Kal was sweet, and intelligent despite Luthor’s initial insistence. He picked up writing and ASL quite quickly, and often asked about your day when you came home or offered to kill your boss (which you had to explain that killing was not okay; reluctantly he said he’d follow your rules).

It wasn’t until a few weeks in, that you noticed how antsy he was starting to get. You assumed he wanted to leave, maybe start a new life, but when he slid his hands over your thigh one evening and looked into your eyes as he inched closer to your crotch—? Yeah, you were a goner.

You had always harboured feelings for Clark, but never dared to say it aloud. You suspected he felt the same as you’d experienced the occasional heated glances and hugs that felt like they took too long. It was Kal’s presence that really solidified it. It was as if Kal represented Clark’s ID; all his deepest desires just cooped up in an entirely different person. Clark’s jealousy over the matter sealed it for you too. As ever since Kal moved into your tiny apartment, you noted Clark was suddenly calling at all hours of the day to ‘check in.’ Even sometimes making unexpected visits where he seemed to linger too long, or stand too close. Kal never seemed to mind however, he merely smiled despite Clark’s glares.

So how did it happen?

Well, it started with another movie night. Clark to your left and Kal to your right. Kal still quite didn’t understand social situations, or perhaps he just didn’t care (you suspected the latter). His fingers reached beneath the blankets and under the band of your pyjama pants to stroke your clit. You tensed, and hoped that Clark hadn’t noticed, and tried your best to mentally signal to Kal to stop. But his fingers persisted, rubbing slow circles against your clit as he inched closer to your side. You tried to control your breathing but your breath hitched the second you felt Clark put his arm around your shoulders. His elbow pushed Kal away slightly, but the clone didn’t bother to stop his teasing.

“He’s doing it wrong, isn’t he?” Clark whispered into your ear. His cool breath tickled your neck, and the shock of it allowed a moan to escape your throat. Suddenly the blanket was pulled off your lap, and you watched as Clark’s fingers reached into your pants as well. You felt him rub his fingers against your folds, coating them in your slick before he plunged them inside you. You pressed a hand against your mouth to suppress a yelp, only for Kal to push it away, and pin it against his chest.

“I think he wants to hear you,” Clark said before he planted a kiss on your neck, followed by more. His lips leaving wet trails across your skin, marking you with his essence. “And why wouldn’t he? You sound incredible.” You felt your throat hitch as he dug his fingers deeper into you, as Kal pinched at your clit. Despite their differences, they worked in sync, playing with your pussy like it belonged to them. It wasn’t long before Kal moved to grope at your chest and press his lips against yours. It was sloppy, as though the initial care had disappeared and all that was left was the need to be with you.

You sat on your knees to face Kal, your arms circling around his neck as you felt a desire to be as close as possible to him. You could feel Clark against your back, pushing down your pants and exposing your wet thighs to the cold air of your living room. You gasped as you felt a hard mass push against your ass and slip between your folds. It pushed you further into Kal who still had your lips locked against his, his tongue aggressively pursuing yours, saliva on both your cheeks. You pressed your arms against Kal’s chest, bracing yourself as you felt Clark’s cock brush against your folds, wetting itself, before you felt his tip slip in.

The intrusion caused you to break away from Kal’s kiss, the clone only hummed as he brushed his fingers over your puffy lips. You gasped as you felt Clark push further into your pussy, forcing you to adjust to his size. Kal only cooed, hushing you as he continued to focus his fingers on your lips. Occasionally letting his finger slip in before pulling away, until you licked it in retaliation.

“You feel so good,” Clark said suddenly. You could only whine in response, his angle forced you further into Kal’s lap. You could see the visible tent in his pants, and despite being overwhelmed by Clark’s cock alone, you pulled at his waistband. Kal shimmied his pants down in understanding, and you gasped at the sight of his appendage. It was large and uncut,— another eager thrust from Clark caused your chin to touch his tip. Kal let out a noisy moan, seemingly sensitive. You wrapped a hand around him, watching as his foreskin pulled as you jerked him off. The clone loudly moaning at the contact as Clark sped up his thrusts, his cock grinding into you.

Finding the hand motions difficult as Clark continued his pursuit, you took Kal’s cock into your mouth, rolling your tongue over his tip. The clone let out a low groan at the contact, thrusting his hips up slightly as if to meet your movements. You continued to suck, spitting over his cock as you felt your orgasm approaching, Clark seemingly not far behind as his thrusts quickened.

“I’m—” he didn’t finish his words, and instead stopped his thrusts, pressing impossibly deep into your pussy as you felt a gust of warmth flood you. You squeaked around Kal’s cock, feeling your own orgasm overtake you. Your pussy clenching helplessly around Clark, feeling his cum trickle down your thighs as he continued to jerk and twitch inside you. His chest pressed against your back, exhaustion overtaking you both. Despite this you continued to roll your tongue over Kal’s cock, his hand now pressed against the back of your head as he rolled his hips slowly. After a few tugs and another roll of your tongue over his shaft, you felt his end in spurts of cum down your throat. You swallowed the bitter substance, careful to lick it all off his cock after to spare an even messier clean up.

You breathed a heavy sigh as you collapsed into Kal’s lap. Clark still pressed against your back, softened cock still buried deep inside you, unwilling to pull out just yet.

[kirietown]

Maybe baby face part 2 where Ben breaks off their arrangement because he can tell it’s hurting her, so she gives in to Johnny. Ben gets jealous and finally gives her what she wants?:)

ahhh the angst— would make for such an awkward Sunday dinner now wouldn’t it? once friendly banters turns into painful jabs and shoulder bumps. and not to mention the guilt; reader feeling like she came inbetween their bond… let’s just pray johnny learns to read the room…

[kirietown]

Instead of choosing Ben or Johnny you could always make the fic have two ending one with Ben and one with Johnny

yes ! i think that’s what I’ve settled on doing. In actuality tho I don’t think my heart could have ever wrote only a johnny ending considering all the love ben has been lacking on here. smh is the f4 fandom lacking in #real monster fuckers ?!

(expect both endings to be very angst filled however…)

[kirietown]

Baby Face | 18+

ben grimm x f!reader / minor johnny storm x f!reader

“Ben,” you murmured. He looked up at you, his large and bulky figure laid on the body scanner specifically made to accommodate him. “You can sit up now if you’d like.” Your words were quiet, but he heard you and quickly sat up. The air in the lab was cold, and despite his bare chest you knew he didn’t feel any chill. His skin, which looked rock like in appearance was actually excessive skin growth that hardened into the rocky orange the world became familiar with. 

“Any good news?” He asked; there was no traces of optimism in his voice, as though he already knew. Despite this, your eyes were focused on the screen in front of you, looking through his x-rays and all the information regarding his cellular biology. 

“The good news is that nothing’s changed since last I saw you here,” you replied. You had been working as Reed’s assistant for a number of years now, since your first year of college. Back then, before their trip to space, you had not interacted with Ben much at all. He was sweet, you knew that, but he mostly ignored you— seeing you as maybe even a little sister type as you were only a year behind Johnny. You had often trailed behind him, silently hoping for an introduction or at least some form of acknowledgment. 

“She’s a bit too young,” his voice echoed in your brain. A snippet of a conversation he had with Sue where she insisted you had some type of crush on the pilot. His words only made you like him more. 

Since that fateful day they took flight and since the cosmic rays that permanently mutilated Ben’s skin, you saw him near constantly. To you, it seemed as though fate had pushed the both of you together. You were tasked with helping to understand Ben’s condition and assist Reed with finding a cure or treatment to undo the effects of the cosmic rays. It was a shock to you, but you soon realized despite his own confidence, Ben’s transformation was what Reed regarded as his greatest failure. 

It was easier to sacrifice his ego than pretend he could do it all alone. 

Ben hummed, as if amused. “I thought the whole point was for me to change?” You smiled softly, flicking a finger against his brow, only to feel his hand gently wrap around your wrist and engulf it completely.

”I just meant that it wasn’t getting any worse, Benny,” you said.

”Benny? Is that something you’re trying out?” His voice was humorous, but there was a softness to it that he reserved for you. It came out when you were alone. You brought his hand close to your face, feeling the cracked ridges against your cheek and hummed. 

“Do you like it?” You asked, your lips dragging against the side of his hand. You didn’t know if he could feel it, the lightness of it. You wondered if the Ben from before the rocket launch would have let you this close. You couldn’t shake the thought away, it seemed to latch onto you like a leech in even your happiest of moments. Did the Ben of today love you or was it loneliness? Was it truly desire, or submission? You never dared to ask, afraid you’d shatter everything you worked to build between the two of you.

Part of you hurt to think about it, but another more vicious part of you was glad to have him in any way that you could. Before Ben could reply, the sound of the lab door sliding open caused him to gently remove his hand from yours. You sighed at the sudden cold, only for the emptiness to be replaced by warm arms wrapped around your hips. 

“Ever hear of personal space, Johnny?” Your words were half humorous but also a bit irritable. You didn’t care to hide your affections for Ben, but Ben preferred to keep your connection hush. Unfortunately, as a result of your status as essentially single, Johnny felt encouraged to let you know just how much he liked you.

The blonde only chuckled in response, unaware of the tense atmosphere or the way the light in Ben’s baby blues dimmed. “Can’t handle the heat?” You could feel his breath against your ear and it took everything in you not to shiver. You spared a glance toward Ben and wondered what he was thinking. 

In the days before the four went off into that rocket, Ben never looked at you. Johnny did, and people noticed that Johnny did. It was hard not to notice Johnny as he wore his heart on his sleeve.

You wiggled your way out of Johnny’s embrace, causing a pout to form on his lips. You refused to make any room in your heart for Johnny, at least not while Ben was around. 

…

It’s often late at night when you visit Ben. Depending on your mood it can be nightly or weekly. But regardless you often find yourself in the same position. 

You’re breathless, gasping shallowly as you feel your clothed clit rub against his rock hard thigh. Ben often watched you pleasure yourself with him, his narrow eyes focused on the bounce of your breasts as you eagerly rode your orgasm. Sometimes, his hands would be placed on your hips, gently bouncing you. He’d shut his eyes during those moments and you’d notice the twitch in his pants. You wondered how it would feel to have him stretch your walls. 

But it wasn’t a reality that was possible with your anatomy— and Ben didn’t ever let you see his cock. Instead, during these nights, you’d train your eye on the hard lump, watching as it jerked and twitched with your every sound. It wasn’t hard to tell if Ben enjoyed it. The first time you explored with him was an accident. 

You had been careless in the lab and slipped. His arms were quick to wrap around you, and before you knew it you were rubbing against him like a dog in heat. He didn’t make any move to stop you, and instead held you even tighter.

”Are you close?” He asked gently, knocking you out of your thoughts. You only whimpered, shut your eyes and leaned forward until you were pressed against his hard chest. You felt his arm move behind your back, as though to soothe you as you chased your release. His other hand moved to your clothed clit, his large finger circled clumsily against you. Far too big to meaningfully touch your pearl, but firm enough that the friction caused a loud moan to escape your throat.

Ben shushed you immediately, “You might wake someone,” he said softly. You only pressed your face into his neck, and continued to buck your hips against his thigh and finger until you felt that familiar cord snap deep in your belly. Even as you sighed in relief, he continued to rock you gently against him, your wetness likely staining his pants leg. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he said as he rubbed your back. 

“I… I want to make you feel good too,” you whispered softly. His petting stopped, but he didn’t remove his hand from your back. 

“I know you do,” he said. You could still feel the hard lump of him pressed against your kneecap. You shifted slightly, but he only hissed at the friction, gripping your thigh gently. “But we can’t, baby face. I wish things were different, I really do, but I can’t risk hurting you.” 

“You could never hurt me,” you said softly. “Ben, I love you.” Your words were slightly muffled against the rough skin of his neck, but you knew he heard you.

He only hushed you as he rubbed slow circles into your back. You left soon after, much like every other night, with wet thighs and eyes on the brink of tears, and wondering faintly if your heart would have hurt less if he loved you too.

—

readers choose your end game: part 2 with johnny or ben? you decide.

[kirietown]

IM OBSESSED OK! I LOVE STAR BUSTER, AND I LOVE YOU YOU ABSOLUTE QUEEN🤍🤍

AHHHH I AM FILLED WITH SO MUCH LOVE!!! THANK YOU 💗💞💓💞💕💗💞💕💓

star burster was initially only going to be a mini series but all the support has inspired me to keep it going and create some rlly cool arcs I’m excited for everyone to see!!

[kirietown]

Love ur series <33

thank you so much!!!! :’))

[kirietown]

cant wait for pt 2 of the soulmate miniseries 🧎‍♀️

here it is !!! i hope you enjoy :D >>> part two

[kirietown]

How Cold Love is | 18+

Pairing: clark kent x f!reader / (lex luthor x f!reader in part one)

part 2/3 of the soulmate AU >>> part one and additional info on the au

Summary: after your date with lex luthor, the whole office is buzzing. some curious, and some seemingly bothered by your choice of suitor.

content: cunnilingus, identity stuff

Word count: 3.5K

a/n: a bit of a vanillaish chapter but i promise the third (and final) part will show u just how much of a freak clark can be

You crept in late into the office, hoping not to draw any attention to yourself. However, like always, you didn’t account for Lois’ keen eye. 

“Late? How unlike you.” She smirked, her warm eyes caused you to pause in front of your desk. Your handbag clutched to your chest as though you were a teen caught sneaking into the house at 3AM on prom night. 

“We all have our days,” you replied coolly. You neatly placed your things on your desk, and sat down eagerly. You itched to grab your water bottle as you were still nursing a deadly hangover. However, you knew any sudden movement would draw in Lois’ interest. She was a good friend, and an even better reporter. 

“And our nights,” she replied before she sauntered over and plopped down on the side of your desk. She reached into her pocket, took out her phone and showed you a Lex Luthor Google search that brought out multiple TMZ and related articles about the mystery woman he had been seen with. One titled: POSSIBLE SOULMATE? caused your heart to stop momentarily. The guilt of last night pooled in your stomach as you thought of a certain red and blue costumed hero. 

“Is there a reason you’re showing me this?” You asked with a hint of curiosity. You were a decent actor, or liar; it came with the job. Lois only tilted her head and raised a brow to show that she wasn’t buying your little innocent act. 

“No reason,” she said. You could hear Cat stifle a giggle from her desk adjacent to you, and you knew if you turned your head just right you’d likely catch Jimmy grinning at your situation. “Just thought you’d be interested to hear of his latest exploits. After all, didn’t you have an interview with him just last week? Did he mention his mystery woman then.” 

You didn’t have to reply as luckily, Clark came zooming into the office, mumbling a few apologies as he barrelled in. He had a way with entrances, and also a way of getting on Lois’ nerves. She shot you a look to suggest that she’d want all the details during lunch (the two of you usually headed to the vegan Vietnamese place across the street, it was the best spot for gossip). She turned her head and sighed as she watched Clark awkwardly place his briefcase against his desk and sat down with a heavy sigh. 

“Don’t worry Kent, you still beat our friend here,” Lois gestured to you. “At the lateness game. Did it have anything to do with Superman? I saw you got a second interview with him, Kent. I’m starting to suspect the big guy has a crush on you.” 

”I prefer to see it as admiration for my craft,” Clark replied. You giggled at his words before you interjected. 

“I think if anyone has admiration for someone it’s definitely you with the way you write about him,” you spoke up. “Maybe Lois is onto something.” You were thankful that Clark served as such a great distraction from Lois’ pestering. You didn’t know much about Clark as he kept to himself for the most part aside from polite greetings. Frankly, Clark was practically a stranger. As soon as you tried to picture his face, you always felt like you had to really pull from your memories even if you last saw him a few minutes ago. You knew he grew up in a farm, and like everyone else he kept his soul mark hidden. 

It was customary to keep soul marks concealed in work settings, as it was seen as a weird social taboo. You had a feeling Clark was single though judging by his annoying demeanour. Although he was polite, he had a know-it-all attitude whenever he was passionate about something. That didn’t mesh well with you, and it certainly didn’t mesh well with Lois. You didn’t hate the guy, but you were grateful he wasn’t the one sharing a mark with you. Even if your soulmate preferred to battle monsters every week rather than hold a conversation with you. 

“Very funny,” Clark replied. “Anyway, maybe I was held up by an interview with him. After all, he does need a keen reporter to discuss his comments from the conference yesterday. But you’ll find out more once I get the paper published.” You rolled your eyes and assumed Lois did the same. She turned to you and gave you a light smile before she sat up from your desk. 

“Anyway,” he said, directly facing you. You sat up in your seat, not used to Clark’s attention. He wasn’t one to look others in the eye very often, and frankly you felt as if he avoided you in particular. Elevator rides with him made it the most obvious, as he had a habit of shrinking in on himself as if the thought of touching you unintentionally disgusted him. “What kept you from coming in on time? Lois suggested you were late too. That’s unlike you.” His words were matter of fact, and it bothered you a bit to have him speak as if he knew you. A smaller part of you, for some strange reason, felt pleased by his curiosity. 

“She had a hot date last night with Lex Luthor, and judging by her tired eyes, I’m gonna assume a hangover.” Lois answered for you with a wide grin, much to your annoyance. 

“Lois—“

”Luthor,” Clark said. You furrowed your brows and noted his tense expression. “Is he your soulmate?” The question hung in the air for a moment, as the guilt settled into your stomach. Was that what his look was for? Was he judging you? 

“Gosh Kent, what is this? The fifties?” For once, you were incredibly thankful for Lois’ ability to enter any conversation seamlessly. You contemplated paying for her lunch for a moment before remembering she was the one airing out your business in the first place. 

“Geez, I feel like the main character today or something,” you said. “And to answer your question Clark, no he is not. It was just one date, nothing even happened aside from sharing a few drinks— I hope that settles everyone’s curiosity; Jimmy, I know you’re listening.” 

“Guilty,” Jimmy replied, not even stopping for a moment as he texted away on his phone. 

“Just one date,” Clark murmured. Once again, you found yourself slightly baffled by his reaction. You knew he grew up in the country, but you had not expected for him to be so conservative on dating. Regardless, it was none of his business who you were seeing. Especially when it was clear your soulmate could make time to talk to Clark, but not you. 

…

It was in the late evening when you got home to your apartment. Your feet were sore, and so was your back by the time you showered and changed into an old band tee and pyjama shorts. You sat on your bed for a moment before grabbing your laptop and getting comfy. You scrolled, hoping to start a new series Cat had been begging you to watch, but a sudden tapping on your balcony window caused you to tense. You paused, listening to only the sound of your breathing, before you heard the tapping once more. You shut the laptop, and carefully made your way to the screen door, shifting the curtain aside only to come face to face with the same emblem that had been haunting you since the day it engrained itself on your wrist the night of your 21st birthday three years ago. It had been a year later that Superman first appeared. A month after that you had your first and until now only encounter with him where he told you he couldn’t be with you. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice tight. You were on the roof of a nearby apartment complex he flew you to after a kaiju attack downtown. He had come to check on civilians, but you approached him and flashed your wrist. As soon as he saw the mark, he flew you away. You had been grinning the entire time in his arms, laughing in joy even. The joy was quickly erased when he set you down with a sad look in his eyes. “It’s too dangerous.” You wanted to tell him you didn’t understand, how could it be dangerous when it was your fate to be with him? 

Before you could reply, he had disappeared. Growing up you had been told that too much time apart from your soulmate would be painful. For a while it was until you had started working at the Daily Planet. You assumed the distractions that came with your first real job was what dulled the aches in your heart, as it was when you went home every evening that the aches came back. 

You flipped the latch on the balcony door, and let him in wordlessly. You felt as if you had everything to say, and also nothing at once. Your mouth was shut and it felt like even if you wanted to speak you wouldn’t be able to pry it open. Luckily he spoke first, and broke the awkward tension. 

“How are you?” He asked. It was enough for your shoulders to droop, and for you to turn away and allow anger to fill your head.

“So all it took for you to come back and speak to me was a night with somebody else?” You tried not to let any emotion show in your voice, and felt you did a great job until you turned back to him and saw the empathetic look on his face. You weren’t some broken and damaged thing, and yet he looked at you like you were the most fragile object in the world. 

“Not just somebody,” he said. “Luthor is dangerous—“ 

“Yeah he’s a tech giant, not everyone’s first date gets plastered all over TMZ. I can handle the attention, Superman.” It frustrated you that you had no other name to call him by. Instead, just like everyone else in the world, you had to refer to him only by the title he bared.

“No,” he said. He took a step closer to you, and you took a step back. The soft sheets of your mattress tickled against the back of your knees. You could see faint traces of hurt in his eyes, but ignored it. “Luthor is not a good man, and not just because he’s a billionaire.” 

“Elaborate,” you said softly. 

“He’s obsessed with me,” he said.

”Isn’t everyone?” You replied. He scoffed, as though frustrated by your indifference. 

“No— he wants to see me dead. I think he may even be using you to get to me.” You thought back to Lex’s insistence on keeping the television on, his fingers flexing deep inside your cunt as he focused on Superman’s speech. It made you feel sick at the memory, but you also remembered the way he kissed you. The way he held you delicately and called you beautiful, and how he said all the right things on your date. It wasn’t love or anything even close, but you knew he at least harboured some type of enjoyment at being with you.

“That’s impossible,” you said. “Men can’t just take interest in me? How would he have even known I was your soulmate?” Your first question was intended to be a low blow, a sting meant to showcase your closeness and trust in another. You watched him tense at your words, before he took a step closer. 

“Trust me,” he said. “He has a way of finding things out.” 

“Okay,” you said. 

“Okay?” 

“I’m not going to stop seeing him,” you said. “But I’ll take your words into consideration. I’ll pay more attention, and who knows, if you’re right, maybe I can learn a bit more into what he wants out of playing Romeo with me.” 

“You could be putting yourself in danger—“

”I’m a journalist, it’s what I do,” you interrupted. “Every article I publish with my name and picture puts me in danger, and that’s something I learnt to be okay with. Dating can also be a dangerous game,— I know that, and I think whatever entity responsible for soul marks is aware of that too. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have a superhero for a soulmate. I think it’s only you who can’t see that.” 

“I get it,” he said. “Is this some type of way to get back at me?” You scoffed before placing a hand against his chest in an effort to shove him, but of course he didn’t move an inch. 

“How I live my life is none of your business. Please, don’t act like I’m some dumb teenager who’s acting out because I want attention either. Frankly, it’s condescending that you would even assume that.” Your breathing was heavy, and your hand was still pressed against his chest failing to move him. He surprised you by wrapping his hand around your wrist. You did your best to ignore the sparks, and the heat of his skin against yours. You could act as though it didn’t make your thighs clench to have him so close to you. If he could hear your heartbeat speed up, he didn’t show it however as he continued to speak.

“You’re right,” he said. “I don’t mean to be condescending. But trust me when I say it is my business. It is my business when I feel as if I’m actively being tortured knowing someone else is touching you. Especially when that someone else is one of the dangers I’ve been trying to keep away from you by maintaining my distance.” He came closer, his unnatural blue eyes fixated on you. They were filled with fury with a set jaw to match their tone. The closed distance caused your hand to move, the tip of your middle finger made contact with the skin of his neck. You could feel his warmth, as well as the sparks that danced across your fingers from the brief contact. You moved your hand away as if burnt before he grasped it in the same hand he held the other in. 

“Like I said,” you whispered with venom. “Danger is part of my job description.” You attempted to take your hands out of his grip, the struggle only caused you to fall into his chest. His other arm wrapped around you, and before you knew it his lips were pressed against yours. You didn’t know who made contact first, but all you knew was that you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.

It felt unlike anything you had ever felt, as though gravity had forced you two together. His lips were feather soft, but firm as if he wanted to melt his skin into yours. His grip on your hands didn’t waver, even when you shifted back to land on your bed. Your hands still locked in his, now pressed above your head on the mattress. You could feel his hard body against yours, his pelvis desperately rubbing against your inner thighs as you opened your legs to welcome him in. 

You opened your mouth to allow him entrance, and felt his tongue clash harshly against your own. His eagerness was showing; it was rough and demanding. There was no room for gentleness, especially as you felt his free hand reach and squeeze your hip. You could feel his length press against your inner thigh as he grounded himself closer to you. 

“Where?” He whispered against your ear, his lips ghosted across your neck. He sucked tenderly at your skin. 

“What—?”

”Where did he touch you?” The mere words seemed to cause a shudder to roll off his body. He was ruled by jealousy and possession in a way you had never seen in anybody before. His hold on your wrists loosened, and allowed for one of your hands to escape. You carefully grabbed his own hand that was holding your hip and brought it to your neck.

”He kissed my neck,” you said as you brought his hand down, and allowed it to trace over your breast and stomach before settling over your heat. “And he pushed his fingers into me as he did it.” His grip on your wrist tightened, not painfully— never painfully despite his strength. 

His other hand however, tore away at your shorts and panties and left you bare. You gasped at the sound of its tear, and jerked your hips once you felt his own fingers prod at your entrance. They rubbed against your building slick, collecting it onto his skin before his aim shifted and he circled your clit. 

You held back a moan, feeling beyond sensitive especially as his lips continued to suck on your neck. Though suddenly, and quicker than your body could even register his lips disappeared. A coldness on your bruised skin replaced his warm presence, and you watched as he slowly lowered himself off the bed. You sat up curiously, and watched as he kissed your knee, and then the other. Soon after he trailed more tender kisses up your thighs until you felt his nose tickle against your slit.

”I’ve never—“ 

“Please,” he said. His hands gripped onto your thighs, tightly as if you’d disappear if he let go. “Let me taste you.” Your breath hitched and unconsciously you felt yourself open your legs slightly as if to accommodate him. It was unlike with Lex, where despite the pleasure, you felt your legs close as if to push him out. 

In fact the moment you felt Superman press his lips against your clit you opened your legs even wider. A low moan let out of your throat as you laid back, and felt his fingers enter you with a quickness. You could feel your stomach tense as he curled them inside you just the way you liked. His lips still sucking on your clit, occasionally licking up the juices that dripped out of your pussy. 

He ate you out like a man on the brink of starvation, his attention solely focused on you and your pleasure. 

“Please,” you murmured between gasps. Though you weren’t sure what you were begging for. Was it release? Was it for him to stop as you had never been so overwhelmed with pleasure in your life? You didn’t seem to know, however the word only encouraged him to dig his fingers deeper and flex them more. You let out a gasp as you felt your cords begin to snap. 

“I— I’m close,” you shrieked. He only hummed in response, the cool air from his nose tickled against you and you shivered in return. He continued his rhythm, his fingers pumping in you steadily whilst he tongued your clit. After another particular curl of his fingers, you felt an orgasm like no other and clenched helplessly around him. Your thighs pressed against his head and had he been any other man he would have suffocated by now considering he hadn’t seemed to stop eating you out for even a second to catch his breath. 

After a few whimpers escaped your throat he finally moved to stand. His entire mouth and jaw was soaked wet from your juices, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. You sat up, suddenly uncomfortable by the slickness of your thighs. 

“Come here,” you whispered. You gestured for him to lean down, but he remained standing. His eyes looked unsure, as if he was disoriented. 

“I want to continue this,” he said. “I really do.” You furrowed your brows, and felt your heartbeat kick up. Was he leaving you again? 

“Superman,” you felt vulnerable even saying it, once again remembering you didn’t know his name. 

“It’s not just your safety that kept me away. But my worry that… You wouldn’t like the real me.” Once again you were left in confusion, unsure of what he meant. 

“So let me get to know you,” you said. “You could start by telling me your name.” 

“It’s not that easy,” he replied. He moved to sit next to you on the bed, his eyes suddenly refused to meet yours. “You already know me, that me,” he said more quietly. 

This revelation only left you even more confused. “What do you mean by that?” You turned to look at him, slightly shivering now that the cold air reached your inner thighs. He faced you, his eyes dimmed and you wondered just what he was so afraid of. Suddenly he half smiled, as if an idea just came to mind.

”You’re the journalist,” he said with a glint in his eye, his voice still quiet. “Maybe you can figure it out?” Before you could reply, he was gone in a flash. 

It was safe to say the next time you encountered Superman, he’d receive another earful from you. 

[kirietown]

girl i am obsessed with your page. i came from the soulmate au but felt like i hit a gold mine when i clicked on your page

thank you so much!!!! part 2 most likely dropping on Saturday, it’s been such a busy week for me ughh. I’m excited to post more especially because I’ve gotten a bunch of cool requests that I am slowly working my way through as well

thank you for the kind words :’)))

[kirietown]

Okay for the soulmate au how does the touch work. Is it like equal exchange? Like if reader is getting penetrated does Clark also feel like he is being penetrated despite not having the same sexual organs as reader. I'm assuming if reader is like wet or something his dick starts leaking precum like a fauset, equal exchange. You know what I'm saying same sexual fellings in the same spots their happening in.

in reference to the first blurb of this mini series.

despite lex’s hopes and dreams, clark does not feel like he is being penetrated :c (sorry lex). i think ill elaborate more in part two, but essentially during extreme moments of stress, or pleasure (basically anything that gets your heart racing)— your soulmate gets sort of a light fluttering sensation in their lower stomach, similar to butterflies in ur tummy.

most soulmate AUs emphasize very rigid structures surrounding love and pleasure, i think in this context it depends on the couple. If you’re having sexual relations with a random third party (ex. Lex), your soul mark sharer will be able to sense that butterfly sensation more sharply, even a bit painfully, since you’re breaking the mold by exploring outside ur “fated” connection. It can be very pleasurable to some, but for clark? It was quite unpleasant due to his own feelings as a #certified yearner and lover boy. Dude could basically feel that he was being phantom cucked on live tv. had the reader been masturbating it would have felt more pleasant mentally for him— and potentially could have led him to getting physically aroused if he focused on the sensation enough. again, it’s a very dull sensation, and tends to only last a few seconds, but for a kryptonian and empath like clark, he feels everything 100x more than the average person. Lex was counting on that, and let’s be real, a hater like him? He would have done the same even if it was the most minor of inconveniences in Superman’s day lmao.

thank you for the question! I’m to happy to see the interest, feel free to ask more :D. I hope that explained things well, tbh the whole idea came to me randomly so I didn’t really do a whole lot of heavy thinking so I apologize for any plot holes lol!

[kirietown]

Gurllll, I am OBSESED with star buster, it's soooo amazing addicting, you are killing it with this series, each chapter blows me away even more than the last, keep it up you're doing amazing honey! 🫶🫶🫶

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! I’m so excited to show yall what’s next :’)

[kirietown]

Star Burster | Part XI

Pairing: clark kent x f!reader

Summary: after heavy rain, comes the sun… but maybe another storm is brewing.

Content: 18+, period typical misogyny, and clark low key having a breeding kink but what’s new!

[chapter one] … [chapter ten]

Word count: 2.2K

Nearly an hour had gone by with you staring at the sight of menstrual blood staining the delicate fabric of your underwear. You hardly noticed your mother walk in until she snatched the material out of your hands. You had jumped, startled, shielding your bare breasts half heartedly as you watched her inspect the material. Your mother was never the type to care about privacy, call it a southern thing, but you suspected she just never had no respect for you. You felt like you were a specimen inside one of those oddity museums you went to as a kid. You thought about those naked animals all on display in cheap jars for folks to gawk at.

”I see,” your mother had said, after having eyed your underwear for a good few seconds. You couldn’t detect her tone. Was it disappointment? “One less problem to worry about.” Those were her last words to you for the night before she discarded the material in your laundry hamper, and left to go get you a clean rag.

Once you were redressed, she left you alone with your thoughts. Part of you expected Clark to come in through the window at any moment and take you into his arms. But you knew better than that, you guessed he would prefer to give you space so you could think more about what tomorrow would bring.

After all, wasn’t it your decision?

…

You weren’t sure when it happened, but overtime the dinner table became a place of fear for you. In your youth, you had fond memories of being seated on your father’s lap and stuffing your mouth with flavourful food. But overtime it became an area of anxiety for you to the point where your breath would hitch the moment you realized dinner time was approaching.

You sat now, numb, knowing that the man across from you didn’t know his baby wasn’t brewing in your belly after many days of fear. Clark caught your eye, and offered you a small smile amidst the awkward silence at the table.

“Well,” your mother said. “I’m glad y’all could join us after all the chaos and emotions yesterday.”

“I still stand by what I said,” your father interrupted. “I admit I was disrespectful and I apologize to you Clark for the manner I approached the sichu’ation, but ya havta understand I’m a father to a girl.” You could see Jonathan Kent’s lips tighten from the corner of your eye, but he remained silent and turned his gaze onto his boy.

“I accept your apology,” Clark replied. “However, without your blessing, can we truly proceed earnestly?” You never really bothered to think about it before, but Clark never talked like the other folks in Smallville. He always spoke all fancy like, faintly you recalled Martha saying he picked it up from Perry. Clark still had a point, regardless of whether you said yes or no, if your father was against the marriage it would be considered a taboo to continue.

”Clark’s right pa,” you interjected. “No use in moving forward if you don’t care to.”

“Hon, I can’t change my opinion in a day. Your granddaddy used to say trust is earned in droplets, but lost in buckets. ‘Sides, does it matter? Do you want this marriage?—“

”Darlin’, if they don’t sign the papers, people will talk—“

”Folks is already talking,” Martha Kent interrupted your mother. It was a rare occurrence to see her interject as she was often the calm and collected member at all the dinner parties. “This is Smallville, they be talking regardless. They’re already sayin’ your girl caught the Superman’s eye.” She sent a knowing look your way for a moment before returning to your parents’ shocked reactions.

“Good gosh, this town,” your mother murmured. “I just… Everything’s already set up, the little house… For goodness sake, we had a ceremony yesterday!” Your mother tossed her head in her hands, frustrated by the conversation.

“And it will be yesterday’s news,” Clark said softly. “This town moves on fast from gossip, no use in trying to save face.” He said your name, and you looked up from your lap to face him. His gaze was quizzical, and somewhat tired. Even behind his glasses you could see how this entire situation left him drained.

”I think it’s best that Clark and I have a private discussion about this,” you offered. The room grew tense at your words. You could sense your mother flex her fingers around the skirt of her dress from the left of you. It was a sign she was about to speak her mind; which lately was never a good thing.

”I could not agree more,” Clark spoke and immediately sat up in his seat. “What’s the use in all this chatting? Yes, a wedding involves both sides of the family. But frankly, a marriage should only be the business of the two involved. I think we’ll take a walk while y’all figure out how you plan cope with our decision.”

You stiffened your back at his words, and took a moment to consider just how different Clark was to the man you knew before. He didn’t bother waiting for a response before he gestured his head to the door and walked off. You scrambled to follow and ignored the calls of your mother who attempted to pull you back to the table. You could hear Martha Kent telling her to let you go, that you and Clark needed time to yourselves.

You traced your fingers down the walls of the hallway, and by the time you reached the door, the ends of your fingers were lined with faint dust. You brushed them off on your dress and slipped your old boots on. You opened the door and found yourself greeted by Clark’s half smile as he stood on the patio. He stared at you for a moment before he offered his hand. You took it silently, and allowed him to lead you down the familiar path you’d taken with him countless times. In fact, it was the same path you took when you first had your argument about his lack of passion.

“I can’t help but feel this is where it all started,” you said quietly after a few minutes, knowing he could hear even if you whispered it from a mile away. Absentmindedly, you brushed your fingers over the nearby fence posts and felt the chipped paint crackle underneath your skin. Touching things kept you balanced, not physically but emotionally. Your actual thoughts were on the baby, or the lack of. It was the fear of it that kept you grounded, and now all of a sudden you sound yourself weightless.

Clark stepped in front of you all of a sudden, and took you by the wrist that had been touching the fence. “I don’t want you getting splinters,” he said quietly. You looked up at him shyly and aware of how he now had both of your hands in his.

“I’m not so delicate Clark,” you replied.

“I know,” he said, placing one of your hands against his chest, his hand pressing it firmly to his button down white shirt. You could feel his heart beating against your skin, the sensation overwhelming but you had no desire to move your hand away. “It’s me who’s the delicate one.”

You scoffed, but before you could hit him with a witty reply he continued. “Honest,” he said. “You have always been the source of e—everything to me. Ever since we were children, you kept me grounded and all I wanted to do was to keep you happy. Knowing that these past few weeks… I— I hurt y-you so many times well… Golly, sometimes I feel like all I can do is just fall to my knees and cry. But I don’t know if I’m allowed to do that, having to be a man and all.”

“Clark you can do anything,” you replied honestly. You pressed your hand closer to his chest and took a step towards his tall figure. “If you of all people, out of all men, feel you can’t be honest with yourself, can’t show emotion or feeling, well what does that mean for the world?”

“I don’t know,” he told you.

“It’s okay not to know,” you said. “If you wanna be with me then you have to learn it’s okay not to know and that it’s okay to be honest, and it’s okay— Why are you smiling all goofy?” You knitted your brows at the sight of Clark’s dopey grin, confused at the sudden shift in his emotions.

“Y—you said that as though I got a chance… As if I still have a chance at being yours.” His smile only blossomed more, and for a brief moment you wondered if he took too many giant turtle punches to the brain.

“Well,” you said. “I would like to continue with our courting… But we can tell our folks to delay the wedding again. I know we technically had the ceremony but we can just tell all the extended family that the whole experience left us shaken up enough to want to do it again, but more fancy like. Hopefully they buy that, but if not, I don’t care no more.” He nodded his head in agreement, before his smile disappeared a little bit.

“But what about—?”

”I found out I ain’t pregnant,” you said quickly. “So you don’t need to worry about that.” You glanced down, suddenly more interested in your muddy boots than his intense baby blues. It wasn’t long before you felt his fingers curl under your chin and force you to look into his eyes. You held back the urge to take off his glasses, and instead tried to ignore them as they represented his initial dishonesties. You would soon learn to put that fully behind you both.

“I— I was never worried,” he said earnestly. “And if I was, I was only worried about you, and everything you would have to go through if that was the case.” His other hand moved to wrap itself behind your back and bring you closer. “I want nothing more than to see you carrying our baby; but I want that by your terms.”

”We both—“

”I know,” he said. “But I should’ve been more responsible. It wasn’t gonna be me who would have to physically live with our decision. Also, don’t take this to mean that I regret what we did. I think my only regret is that I didn’t get to take my time with you, with your body, I only wish I got the chance to worship you properly.”

Oh. You found yourself speechless in his presence for once. “Don’t you go saying things like that Clark…” Despite his grip on your chin you managed to avoid his eyes, hoping somehow he couldn’t sense the sudden warmth in your cheeks.

“But I mean it,” he murmured. There was no stutter in his speech anymore, as if it faded away with his every word. This wasn’t fumbling Clark, this was somebody else; perhaps the same Clark who would carry you into his arms every time he saw you as a boy, but all grown up now. This Clark with his sultry voice, heated eyes, and honest words could be the Superman.

“You keep talkin’ like that we’re gonna get another baby scare…”

“You don’t think I can be careful?” There was a trace of laughter in his voice, and you scoffed at him. Fiercely, you looked up to meet his eyes and felt your jaw drop a bit at the sight of red little sparks in his baby blues. It was magnificent, but also a bit frightening to know that at any moment he could shoot flames outta them. How could eyes that pretty be so dangerous? Your ma always said menfolk were scary, but she likely never imagined this.

”I think I wouldn’t want ya to be careful,” you replied honestly. His breath hitched and before you knew it, his lips were pressed against yours. His lips were cold, but soft as they kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body steady against his own. You felt his tongue prod at your top lip and quickly welcomed it into your mouth and let your own dance with it. You hardly noticed that you were both several feet above the ground at this point, his arms so sturdy against you that you didn’t even realize your feet left the earth.

You continued to kiss him, unaware of the world, and especially unaware of Lex Luthor halfway across Smallville signing off on his section of the local mines. Initially, he was set to leave by tomorrow afternoon, but decided to stay after hearing town gossip. Several local women, many of whom had never even spoken a word to you or to your family were going on about how the Superman jealously stopped the wedding of a young girl in the hopes of taking her for himself.

After that, Lex decided that another week or two in the boonies would be fine.

[kirietown]

How Cold Love is | 18+

imagine… a soulmate AU [soulmates have a loose bond where they can sometimes feel traces of what the other does when apart] where your soulmate superman never gave you the time of day out of fear of getting you hurt. it results in you unknowingly moving on with the source of his pain…

Lex Luthor was a talented lover, you can admit that. What made him so special were his fingers. They were long and slender, which you normally would have referred to as pianist fingers, but you knew Lex was more of a typist than anything.

The back of his limo was quiet aside from your heavy panting, and the wet pecks he gave you across your neck. You shifted on his lap, feeling the hardness of his cock against your backside.

“A bit fast for a first date,” you said with a giggle. You were a bit tipsy after your night out together,— you had never been on such a luxurious date before. In fact, you hadn’t dated much, as you previously believed wholeheartedly in your soulmark and the man it symbolized. The same mark you kept hidden from everyone, including Lex, underneath piles of bracelets that dangled loosely from your wrist. If you angled your arm weird, the familiar Kryptonian symbol would be on full display— but you knew better than to show that off.

“What’s so wrong with fast?” He asked with a smug tone. You turned to face him, shaking your head softly. You furrowed your brows however as you noted him fumbling with the seat controller. A sudden click of a button and the small tv behind you flashed onto the live news. Superman was doing some sort of press conference. You felt uncomfortable immediately.

“I didn’t realize the evening news turned you on,” you said. You shifted away slightly, aware of the burning sensation on your wrist. Did he know? Surely there wasn’t any way that was possible. Regardless, you met Lex by pure coincidence.

“Shh,” he hushed you gently, his hand moving to cup your cheek. His other one snaked beneath your evening gown. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers dancing up the delicate skin of your thighs. “I just thought a bit of noise would give us some privacy from the driver. We wouldn’t want the poor man to overhear our passions, now would we?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but gasped at the sudden intrusive of his long fingers pinching your clit. You bit your lip as you adjusted, gripping his shoulders as he cooed and entered a finger inside you, followed quickly by another. Your slickness collected over them, making the intrusion easier for him to curl his digits and pound them into you.

Your eyes were shut as you felt a build up in your lower stomach, signalling your approaching orgasm. Lex however, kept his eyes on the screen, and watched as Superman faltered in his speech. A smirk built up on his face as he continuously fucked his fingers deeper into your cunt and watched as the light in Superman’s eyes die in 4K definition. His cock painstakingly hard against your ass, rubbing shamelessly against you. In his past, he never bothered with all the stupid lovey dovey soulmark bullshit. He often ignored the idea of it entirely as it didn’t suit his purposes, but suddenly wished he’d paid more attention to the science of it.

He was determined to find out if he fucked you, would Superman feel it too?

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part two here & additional info on the au

[kirietown]

Star Burster | Part X

Pairing: clark kent x f!reader

Summary: welcome to smallville, we got old man yaoi, boys who turn into giant turtles, and a couple who can seemingly never get it right!

Content: period typical misogyny disguised as parental concern.

18+

[chapter nine]

Word count: 1.9K

a/n: big shoutout to all my followers, thanks you for 1.2K follows !! :’) will try to celebrate with as many updates as I can this week

The day the sky opened up, and a man who claimed to be a champion of the people, of all people, announced himself to the world, Lex Luthor knew life as he knew it was ending.

Lex was a real man, and a real American. He didn’t like change, and didn’t like anything he couldn’t wave away with a stack of bills and an imported cigar. So, it was safe to say he didn’t like the Superman the same way he didn’t like anything else that felt un-American.

As far as Lex was concerned, there was only meant to be one man up in the sky— and that was him, especially now that LexCorp was the tallest building in all of the Americas and likely the world.

The Superman had no right to interfere with that.

“Is there a reason why we are on our way to the boonies?” Lana Lang, Lex’s assistant asked from her spot next to him in his private vehicle. It was a large structure unlike anything else out there, built almost like a train carriage but looked sleek and clean from the outside. He didn’t bother facing her, as he could tell from his peripheral that she had her face pressed against the cool glass window on her side. They’d been driving for only an hour, and would reach their destination shortly, so long as the driver kept to the map.

“I’m buying land,” Lex said. That was true, as Smallville’s mining industry proved important monetarily. The unspoken reason was the fact that the Superman seemed to appear most frequently in the little town, and he needed to know why.

“Oh,” Lana breathed. “So it’s got nothing to do with the stack of newspaper clippings I found in your office. The one’s pinning Superman sightings?”

She was lucky she was a good fuck.

“A small part of it,” he said.

”Why are you so fixated on him? He hasn’t come after your business, has he?” He hadn’t, it seemed the Superman only came after the corrupt, the greedy and the vicious. Various business owners who reported violence at the hands of the Superman had been found guilty of stealing land from natives, or sourcing labour through human trafficking or other means.

Lex was no thug; he didn’t need to take advantage of minorities or the disadvantaged to keep his businesses going. It was beneath him. His workers were paid fair, he negotiated for land, perhaps not in the most kindest of manners, but he didn’t see that as stealing. He certainly wasn’t a saint, but no true businessman was.

“Why do you hate the Superman?” Lana finally asked after a few beats of silence. Despite her good qualities as an assistant, she had the bad habit of assuming Lex’s silence meant she could fill the space with more questions he didn’t want to answer. Lex didn’t think his hatred of the Superman seemed outside the realm of reason.

Lex hated the Superman the same way the artist hated the photographer, the same way the runner hated the train and the way an ant hated the sight of the bottom of a descending shoe.

He would never say that though.

“I’d hardly call Smallville the boonies, didn’t you grow up there?” He asked. Lana was used to his dodging and only sighed in return.

“Trust me,” she said. “Smallville is a town where the peak of entertainment is watching two old men fight over nothing.”

…

“Now what’s all this about?” Jonathan Kent interrupted. The majority of the wedding guests were milling about young Jimmy, trying to get answers out of the dark skin boy regarding how on earth he’d managed to turn into a giant turtle. If you turned your ear you could hear Jimmy’s mother scold him for getting himself into such a predicament. It wasn’t the first time the boy had managed to turn himself into some type of creature— he had some odd hobbies, though he had a good heart.

Your family and the Kents however, stood to the side, away from the crowd. Despite the embarrassment of being spotted in an intimate embrace with Clark, you pressed your body closer to his and watched as your fathers argued.

“Your pussyfooting son thought he could sneak away, and leave my daughter to fend for herself! What kind of man leaves his wife alone—“

“Pa he was running to get help,” you intercepted. You felt Clark’s arms wrap tighter around you.

“Don’t you go defending him!” He turned to you now, before sending a glare toward Clark. “Pathetic! Now you got her speaking on your behalf too. Are you a man or a possum, Clark?”

“That ain’t no way to speak ‘bout my son,” Jonathan snapped. Miraculously, he managed to keep his cool. “Yer acting as though Clark could have done anything anyway. A damn lizard the size of a house showed up! What was he s’pposed to do? Fight it? I was scared too! And like the girl said, he went to holler for help— I heard him yell for the Superman.”

You tensed at his words. Hollering for the Superman? You never knew Jonathan Kent to be a liar, and it was worrisome to see just how good he was at it. It seemed to be something he shared with his son, as well as you. It unnerved you to think about what else the Kents could be hiding.

You couldn’t vilify him for protecting his son, however. It was similar to how your mother tried to protect you— in her own sick and manipulative way.

”You’re right sir,” Clark spoke up as he pulled away from you and faced your father straight on. You felt a sudden chill in the air as you separated. “I can’t rewrite the past, but it’s still no excuse to have left her in the panic. It was cowardly despite my intentions, and for that I apologize to the both of you.”

“You ain’t got nothing to apologize for, Clark,” you said earnestly. “Pa, can’t you just let this go? This wedding is already disaster enough even without all the fighting.”

”Maybe it’s a sign then.”

What?

”Hon’ what are ya saying?” Your mother finally cut in. Her own perplexed expression likely matched yours as you stared in wait for your father to elaborate. You could feel Clark tense, despite the few centimetres of distance now between you.

“I saw greatness first hand today,” your father spoke softly. “I saw a man, a superman, fly out and save all of us strangers from some lizard—“

”Now, that’s not—“

“I know Jonathan,” your father snapped. “It ain’t fair to compare Clark to the Superman. But that don’t change the fact that this was clearly a sign that there’s better men out there. I had my doubts, I kept quiet ‘til now. But I should have spoken up long ago. Ain’t no plot of land worth giving up my little girl’s safety.”

If you were heated before you were surely boiling now. Every decision, every aspect related to this marriage had been decided by your parents. Now your father was claiming he had his doubts all along? That your life, your future could be changed just because a giant turtle gave him an epiphany?

“Sir,—“

“I mean no insult Clark,” he said. “Once you’re older and got kids of your own, you’ll understand me.”

“Well I sure don’t understand you,” Jonathan scowled. “And frankly, I find your words quite insulting. My son ain’t no coward, and above everything he loves your girl. That don’t matter to you?” Jonathan’s eyes were practically pleading with your father, and you realized that not only was your marriage at stake but their lifelong friendship.

Clark was solemn next to you, his fingers twitching as though he was fighting the urge to speak but didn’t know how to even begin. It was as though a shadow encompassed him, the shadow of the Superman— his own damn shadow. It distressed you to see him look so beat down, and you wondered what he was thinking.

Before your father could reply, you decided to cut in. “Can we just stop! How about we cool off, and clean this all up?” You yelled, drawing the attention of the crowd that had surrounded Jimmy. As if motivated by the fact that others were beginning to take notice of your little circle, your father scowled and kept his mouth shut.

“I agree,” your mother clapped her hands together. You were shocked she had managed to keep her mouth shut for as long as she did. “We can discuss this tomorrow once everyone’s collected their thoughts more… And it might be best to hear what the kids have to say.” You had expected her to jump to Clark’s defence, especially with what she knew but it seemed your father’s anger had caught her off guard as well.

Kids. It was ironic that just the other day she called you grown, but now you were both just kids apparently.

You shook your head, and turned to go lift some of the fallen chairs until your mother called your name. You turned to face her, curious.

“I think it’s best you head inside for now,” she said. “There might be a lot of attention on you, attention you don’t need right now.” You nearly argued but thought better of it at the sight of the crowd of folks pacing around and whispering to one another. Some were louder than others.

“Ain’t the Superman save her at the fair too?”

You tried not to gasp at the words, unsure of who said it or where it came from. You nodded at your mother and turned to leave before you felt a warm rough hand grasp your elbow. You shifted to face your father’s weary face.

He leaned close to your ear, that kind of lean anyone who had a parent was familiar with. It was sheltering, warm, but steady and stern as a bull. “Remember,” he whispered so quietly that you nearly didn’t hear. “You ain’t signed no papers yet. Keep that in mind for me, for you.” He left and went to assist your mother as if he hadn’t even said anything.

It wasn’t until you reached your bedroom upstairs that you let out the breath you had been holding. The light headedness gave you something to focus on aside from the drama, the control your parents seemed to hold over you.

Why couldn’t you say more? Why couldn’t you do more? Clark was no coward, and you were sure if he could have been at two places at once he would’ve had his arms around you and been up in the sky fighting that beast.

If only.

You sighed loudly, trying your best not to focus on all the chattering you could hear outside your window. You decided to peel your dress off, welcoming the cool air against your drenched skin. Despite the fact that it wasn’t very hot outside you found yourself sweating buckets. You wrinkled your nose, feeling sticky all of a sudden and decided to peel your underwear off as well.

Your breath hitched as you noticed a dark stain discolouring the white material.

You had gotten your period.

[kirietown]

Star Burster | Part IX

Pairing: clark kent x f!reader

Summary: an uneventful backyard wedding!

Content: mommy issues and absolute disaster

18+

[chapter eight] … [chapter ten]

Word Count: 2.2K

White wedding dresses only became common in Kansas some years ago. You were told that ever since some Queen in England decided on it, all the ladies wanted in on it. Eventually the craze reached Kansas and it became the new normal for women to wear white.

But frankly you didn’t care, and your nanny’s yellow sun dress was what she wore to her wedding. Why not wear it to yours? Admittedly, despite your granny’s care for it over the years, it had started to look quite worn down. Your mother had given you a look when you pulled it out of the closet instead of the nice white one she had picked out for you long ago.

“I don’t see why ya wanna wear that ratty old thing,” your mother scoffed from her spot across the room. The two of you were in your bedroom, getting you all fixed up to go outside. If you turned your ear to the window you could hear the sounds of wedding guests hooting and hollering— likely trying to encourage Clark to down another beer.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with it,” you replied cooly. You took a twirl, and watched the ends flutter around you. You paused to admire your backside in your vanity mirror. “If I’m gonna get married, I wanna do it by my own terms at least.”

Your mother only scoffed in return.

“Always so stubborn,” she said. You furrowed your brows and noted her solemn tone. You turned to face her and saw that she sat with her head down as she fiddled with the bouquet of flowers you were meant to be holding.

“No way you think you can have a sour face on my wedding day,” you scoffed. “Ain’t this what you wanted anyway? It’s finally happening! You can be rid of me now just like ya wanted.” Your words were bitter and quite hostile, but you didn’t care. Your mother was the most confusing person you’d ever met— which was saying a lot considering the man standing outside waiting to marry you was an alien.

“Oh hush,” she said softly. “Get rid of ya? Is that wha’ you think this was? I was protecting ya.” She turned her gaze up and looked you in the eye now. Your mother didn’t flinch despite the visible anger on your face. “Careful, ya don’t wanna make a face like that, it’ll freeze.”

“Don’t give me that,” you replied. “Protect me? Y’all were just tryna save the farm, and so were the Kents and that’s why you came up with this whole idea anyway.” It had practically been drilled into your brain since you were old enough to reason. The whole point of the marriage was to merge the properties eventually. Heck, the new house they’d built you and Clark was dead in between both family’s houses.

“Clark’s a good boy,” your mother replied earnestly. “I’ve been able to see that just his whole life. Why can’t you?” She stood up and walked toward you, only for you to flinch at the contact her hands made with your bare shoulders. If she noticed the tension, she didn’t acknowledge it whatsoever. That was like her; she could ignore anything, discomfort, awkwardness, hurt feelings, so long as it didn’t impact her personally she could ignore it all.

“Can we just go outside now?” You said it as less of a question and more so of a demand. You were sick of the arguments and the stress of it all, and just wanted to get the day over with.

Your mother seemingly had more to say, but held her tongue. She turned to your bedroom door, and escorted you out. You followed her down the stairs, carefully, as you were wearing uncomfortable heels that you were convinced weren’t designed for walking.

“Martha!” Your mother called her from the middle of the staircase. “Let the folks outside know we’re coming out.”

“Got it,” Martha replied from the kitchen. You paused and listened. You heard her steps quiet after having had reached the door. The sound of laughter and cheers grew before they suddenly stilled as though disturbed.

“This is it,” your mother said from the bottom of the staircase. You’d hardly noticed she’d moved to the bottom until she spoke. You shook your head, hoping to disperse some of your anxieties before you walked down and joined her.

“This is it,” you replied bitterly. You followed her through the kitchen, and tried your best not to note all the various decor that signified your growth over the years. The items in the house would stay, but most of your possessions in your room had already been tucked and boxed away.

When you reached the door leading to the backyard, you paused and shut your eyes before you hesitantly walked through. The brightness outside caused you to squint, but you quickly adjusted especially as you felt your father’s arm loop around your own.

You turned to face him, and noted his clean flannel shirt— it was a rarity for him not to be covered in grass and dirt stains. You wondered where your mother had disappeared to until you realized she had quickly moved to sit amongst the other guests.

The backyard, which was more like a large open field that led to the various vegetables your family kept, was decorated with some banners and streamers. Chairs were stacked on either side of a large white tarp that acted as a carpet for you to walk on. You could feel the material scrunch under your heels. You kept your eyes on your feet before you dared to look up and made eye contact with Clark.

Unlike all the other men at the wedding, he was dressed fancy. It reminded you a bit of a penguin with how stiff the black suit and white dress shirt fit against his tall figure. You were glad that you weren’t the only one who had to be semi uncomfortable today at least.

Next to him stood his father, and an officiator who worked for the Smallville local government to make sure you said the vows and wrote all the paperwork out after.

Weddings were a hassle; too many legalities. Smallville didn’t care for it, and frankly neither did you. You bit your lip, feeling the creamy texture of your mother’s favourite rouge lipstick on your tongue. You needed to focus on Clark, that would help cool your nerves. You tried to imagine what he was thinking as you walked forward slowly. The sound of the breeze being the only thing to reach your ears as your mother wanted the musicians to hush during this part.

You reached Clark and shifted your posture to face him directly. Your bouquet was tucked close to your chest as though to shield you somehow. The insecurity was ridiculous, but somehow you felt more naked in front of him than you had when the two of you made love all those weeks ago.

You decided to meet his eyes, and felt your own widen. There was a deep intensity hidden in his dark blues even with his glasses on, and it overwhelmed you. If you had asked yourself months ago how you’d describe Clark, you would have never used that term: intense. But it seemed that things changed,— people changed, or perhaps you hadn’t truly seen the real Clark until recently.

A stranger; a boy you loved, a man you felt you knew, and a hero to everyone. Which was he to you? Which title took over? You stared back into his eyes firmly, and without fear. That was all you could do, really.

The officiator cleared his throat, and you turned to face him. He was an older gentlemen with dark skin, and a sagging face. You had never met the man before but heard that he’d been at your parents’ wedding, and even at the Kents’ too. They were glad the old man was still strong enough to do this one as well, and his ailing health might have been a small factor as to why they wanted to rush this whole thing.

“We are gathered here today…“ he began. You lost focus unfortunately as he drowned on, instead you looked at Clark. Your eyes never left his, even when you felt his fingers brush against your cheek softly. However, you had flinched at his touch, and you noticed him freeze for a second. You furrowed your brows as you watched him contemplate for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak.

His words did not come out unfortunately due to the chaos that came next.

Frankly, you didn’t know what happened, it was as though the world outside of you and Clark was still whilst the officiator recited his words. Then suddenly, you had fallen into Clark’s arms, screams had erupted from the crowd of friends and family. You felt yourself shift,— or perhaps Clark had moved you out of the way because you felt his warmth then it disappeared, leaving you alone to stand next to the officiator.

Your brain scrambled to put the pieces together, as you stumbled toward your parents who had also been making their way toward you. You collapsed into your father’s arms, a tremor going through your entire body as you held onto him and finally assessed your surroundings.

The party had long dispersed and people fled in various directions as some sort of giant reptile sparred against Superman— Clark! You scrambled out of your father’s arms and gasped at the sight of a flying Clark, somehow already in costume, pounding his fists against the rubbery stomach of the beast. It shrieked in pain, its jaw unhinging to reveal large fangs. You stumbled at the horrid sight, and watched in terror as Clark reeled another fist and smashed it into the head of the beast. Its steps wavered for a moment before the reptile creature fell to the ground face first. The Superman lingered in the sky for a few moments, watching along with the small left over crowd as what you now identified as a giant turtle man shrank down into a regular sized man.

Cautiously, you stepped forward and ignored your mother’s scolding as you walked toward the naked man who laid on the field. You furrowed your brows at the familiar dark coily hair, before you shouted in surprise.

“It’s Jimmy Olsen!”

“What?” Your mother replied in shock. “Little Jimmy from the publishing house?” You heard muttering across the crowd before you turned around once you felt a sudden presence behind you. It was Jimmy’s mother, who looked at the sight of her boy in shock before she rushed forward and took him into her arms.

“Someone please get him some spare clothes or something,” she cried. You faced the crowd, but looked away once you realized some of the men had started to remove their own shirts to assist Jimmy.

What the hell was going on?

You flinched at the feeling of a firm hand pressed against your lower back, only to relax at the sight of Clark. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and feigned as though you were frightened.

“What’s going on? Why did Jimmy… Turn into that?” You whispered your words against his ear, hoping anybody who was paying the two of you any mind would just assume you were frightened love birds.

“No clue,” he replied. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you securely, and you felt your feet lift from the floor as he did. You sighed in reply, and turned to look into his eyes.

“You were about to say something, weren’t you?” You said softly. “Before he—“ you tilted your head toward the crater where Jimmy was knocked out. “— came in. What was it?”

He pursed his lips for a moment before he replied. “It wasn’t cold feet if that was what you were thinking. I— I just saw the look in your eye, and felt like you were terrified. I don’t want you to feel f—forced to be with me, I’ve stayed silent so long, wrapped in my own head. I should’ve fought for what you wanted instead of just letting our parents push us around because I was okay with it.”

”A bit too late for that, don’t ya think?” You said with a bitter chuckle.

“Please,” he said. “I— It… It hurts me a lot to think about it, but if you decide right now y—you don’t want to carry on with this… I’ll… I’ll support you.” He squeezed your waist a bit tighter as he spoke. You felt you couldn’t breathe, but not because of his arms but because of something else entirely.

“Just what are ya tryna’ say?”

”You can say no, you can have a choice. Even… Even if it kills me, I’ll back you up.”

“Clark,” you said quietly. Your head was spinning, and you suddenly wished he would let your feet touch the ground. “We both know I don’t have a choice, don’t forget about what we did.” His eyes softened at your words, and he held your cheek in his hand.

“I know, but—“

”Boy,” you heard your father bark. You turned, still in Clark’s arms, and faced his angry expression. “Ya think you can sweep my daughter into yer arms after having abandoned her. Where were you?” He spoke with such venom, you nearly didn’t recognize him.

It looked like you had another parent to worry about for once.

[kirietown]

i’m so grateful to the algorithm for bringing me to star burster; it's too good ! the story, the way it's written, the gifs you use... just *chef's kiss 💋

ahhh!!!! thank you so much!!! now that the movie is out i hope more corensuperman fics start dropping because it’s a desert for us right now!!

I have some more fic ideas i wanna drop but i want to get back into a better update routine with star burster before i decide to start the next lol