prettygirlfromsaturn

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Secret, Cupid

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thinking about..

boyfriend!clark obsessed with chubby!reader body. (lots of fluff and caring clark hehe)

Clark Kent is the most polite man existing on earth. He makes sure every one of his colleagues has his morning coffee, he helps old ladies cross the busy streets of Metropolis and, secretly, protects the city from alien attacks.

The first time you noticed his eyes lingering on your body as you walked past him in the office, you thought he was observing the fact that today your belly was more swollen, all because you stupidly chose to eat a donut for breakfast.

But now that you are in his flat more than you are at your own, you finally understand why he used to check you out so much.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" A familiar voice speaks from behind you, and shortly after Clark is there, peeking over your shoulder to see why you've been sat on the couch for endless time with your laptop on your legs.

"'M just doing some research for an article.. political stuff" Your tiredness pours out with your answer, which is unhurried and pressed down by all the other things that are running in your head.

Clark furrows his brows, clearly noticing that you're pushing yourself beyond your limits. It's already past midnight, and you come from a very hard work day.

Without a word, he softly takes your laptop away from you, saving every draft before turning it off. You don't complain, mostly because you're too spent to do so.

"Come on, let's get you ready for bed" His strong arms wrap around your body, lifting you with an ease that still surprises you. His hands move under your thighs for stability, circling his thumbs on each side while he brings you to the bathroom.

He's careful not to hurt you, something he's always feared even in moments in which it wasn't possible, setting you down on the bathroom cabinet.

He babies you, even if you try to do things yourself, and helps with brushing your teeth, your hair and passing a wet cloth on your tense face. He's always able to make you feel so special.

By the time you both are laying in bed, he has already his hand sprawled over your stomach, rubbing its softness like you were a sacred thing.

"You deserve some rest, babe" His voice is like a lullaby, and his caresses on your body just make it even easier to drift in a deep and comforting sleep.

Clark stays awake a little more, just to enjoy your slowed breaths and your relaxed face as you sleep. He wraps his arms around you to feel all of you, leaving a tender kiss on your temple before falling asleep himself.

Now you understand that he checked your body out because he craved it more than anything else.

a/n: hey!! new fic with chubby!reader and i really hope you liked it. tell me if you'd like a longer fic. thanks for reading♡︎

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between your thighs | ck (18+)

synopsis: clark kent can’t get enough of you, especially your thighs. requested! dom clark here :P

clark can’t help himself when it comes to you. not your smile, not the way you smell when he buries his face in your neck, but especially not your thighs. thick, soft, and warm—he’s addicted.

he’s on his knees between your legs, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against your inner thighs, groaning like a man starved. “god, you don’t know what you do to me,” he mutters, dragging his tongue over the curve of flesh just above your knee before biting down gently.

his huge hands spread your thighs wide, squeezing greedily, thumbs digging into the plush softness as if he can’t get enough. every time you whimper his grip tightens, and he presses his hips against the mattress like he’s seconds away from losing control.

when he finally thrusts into you, his pace is rough, deep—like he’s trying to bury himself inside and never leave. your thighs frame him perfectly, wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. he groans into your mouth, his voice breaking, “fuck, these thighs—” as he drags one hand down to grab and squeeze the flesh bouncing with every thrust.

he slows only to press your thighs together, slotting his cock between them, fucking the softness like it’s heaven itself. his breath stutters at the tight, slick glide of your skin around him. “you feel so good,” he growls, rutting harder, precum smearing messily against your inner thighs.

clark’s eyes lock on yours, wild and needy, before he buries his face back against your throat, biting hard enough to leave a mark. “i’ll never get enough of this—of you,” he pants, thrusts quickening, as his grip bruises your thighs, worshipping them with every stroke until he’s trembling against you.

clark doesn’t even give you time to catch your breath. his mouth trails down your chest, across your stomach, and he’s already grabbing your thighs again, pulling them up against his chest.

he groans-his voice rough, wrecked, like he’s losing himself. he kisses the inside of your thighs until you’re squirming, then presses them tight together. before you can ask, he’s sliding his cock back between them, fucking the soft heat of your skin like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

you whimper at the drag of him, the way his thrusts are so desperate. his slick tip keeps brushing against your clit when he pushes through, making your whole body jolt.

“look at you,” he growls, sweat dripping down his temple as he stares down at the mess he’s making between your thighs. “so perfect for me. fuck, i could cum like this—just from your thighs—”

his rhythm gets messy, erratic, until he’s shuddering and groaning against your neck, hot and thick as he spills between your thighs. you think he’s done, but he’s already spreading you open again, cock still hard, sticky with need.

“not finished,” he mutters, breath hot against your ear. “i’m gonna make you cum on these thighs too.”

he slides down, gripping your thighs so tight they’ll bruise, then buries his mouth between them, tongue fucking you until you’re crying out. every time you try to close your legs, he growls and forces them apart, like your thighs belong to him.

when you finally break, cumming hard against his mouth, he’s moaning into you, rutting his cock back between your thighs, using the slick mess he’s made of you. overstimulation wracks your body, but clark doesn’t stop—he just keeps fucking your thighs like he’s worshipping, like he’ll never be done with you.

“you’ll give me another,” he pants, thrusting harder, desperate. “another one, baby. these thighs are mine.”

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A note for the superman writers: When writing fics about Superman (specifically David Corenswet) can we focus on the fact that he’s STRONGER than the reader rather than bigger. I personally am fairly tall (5’10) and I actually weigh more than David Corenswet. I hate having to read stories where the reader has “tiny hands” and a “dainty frame” no mater how big you are Clark Kent would still be 1,000x stronger than you and I think thats what writers should emphasize. It gets frustrating as a plus size reader. The point of an x reader story is that ANYONE can picture themselves in the story. Using language that details a reader’s s small body excludes us.

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Nicolandria x Agua De Kefir 💦

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Olandria on Watch What Happens Live.

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dont retreat emotionally. people like you and want you around. they like to talk to you, and you genuinely matter. you have to trust this through the hard times so you can get to the better times without sabotaging yourself. you are worth loving

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JASON TODD IS NOT A RAPIST

LEON KENNEDY IS NOT A RAPIST

GOJO SATORU IS NOT A RAPIST

SUKUNA IS NOT A RAPIST

ALBERT WESKER IS NOT A RAPIST

GHOST IS NOT A RAPIST

IT’S DISGUSTING, IT’S NOT ROMANTIC.

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MEGAN for KATSEYE, Gap 'Better in Denim'

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how i feel opening up tumblr to read x reader ffs at my big age

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FATOU CAT & MOUSE (230917)

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HI QUEEN ICON (I fucking love your writing thanks for blessing us)

Could you maybe do a plus size reader x Clark ? That man is so strong he HAS to have a fat girlfriend! And I just know he’s obsessed with how squishy they are and their stomach and any way I’m getting carried away!

MDNI 18+

— clark being infatuated with his plus size girlfriend!!

clark adored your body, coming home after a long day to have you in his arms whilst he gently played with your plush hips and peppering your rounded cheeks with small playful kisses.

he loved the way your curves showed through your clothes, his gaze fixated on your thighs and hips as you walked which almost made him walk straight into a pole once. but he would do it again.

his hands could never leave your body, the moment you sat down next to him they instantly reached out to you, squishing your pudgy belly, and thighs as he complimented you.

during late nights he would hold you in his arms, his large palms roaming around your plush stomach and trailing down to your thighs.

“fuck baby,” clark groaned as he held onto your plush thighs, his fingers sliding around your slick folds. “you’re so wet for me,” he watched in awe as your thick thighs clenched together, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

he loved the way your thighs moved when you bounced on his fingers, a small needy mewl escaping your lips and the way your pudgy stomach felt so damn soft and squishy in his calloused hands.

“she’s eager hm?” he cooed as his fingers abused your sloppy hole, your soft body melting in his grasp. you were like his own personal teddy bear, and he couldn’t help but to coddle you no matter what, even when having sex.

he could die a happy man by your thick thighs wrapping around his face when he ate you out, god, he even encouraged it.

“don’t worry about me baby,” he assured you, his blue eyes staring up at you. “this is all about you alright?” he caressed your inner thighs, squishing them softly. “i’m a big man, i can handle it.”

and he did.