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lost my fucking wallet :|

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cried hard :,) this movie is so good

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at superman again. drunk <333

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I love the drabble, mari. it's so good, YOU are so good<3

-yours, 🛻 anon

YAYYYY thank you thank you!!! muah im so glad you liked it <3

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gonna be riding the high of seeing puffins irl for the rest of my life

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too efficient of a walker and got to the train station 25 minutes early. coulda slept 25 more minutes this morning smh

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DAVID CORENSWET

Photographed by Noua Unu Studio for GQ (July 2025)

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taking a 2mi walk to the train station at 6am to avoid paying for a taxi <3

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making your mark 𖦹 clark. k

cw: making out, both reader and clark being biters, they both have a marking kink, some humor, all fluff, clark is a sap, implied/fade to black smut; barely edited, all mistakes are my ownノ pairings: established clark kent x afab!readerノ wc: 854

Sometimes you wish that your boyfriend weren’t an alien from another planet and was invulnerable to most injuries. You loved Clark, but there were times you were so frustrated at him since you couldn’t mark up the pale skin on his neck and chest (it was prime real estate that you found was just wasted). 

It didn’t mean you didn’t try your hardest to make them.

You sat perched on Clark’s lap as you ran through his dark curls, mouths attached to one another, and your hips slowly moving and grinding down on his growing bulge as his hands found their way underneath the hem of your shirt, his fingertips skimming the edge of the waistband of your bra.

Clark groaned into your mouth as you nipped at his bottom lip, as your tongues intertwined and danced with each other. You could taste the lingering sweetness of the whipped cream and peaches you shared after the dinner you cooked for your date night. 

Your hands scratched at his scalp before one of them gripped the strands at the back of his neck and pulled back with a little more force than you intended, and his lips left yours with a pop. 

Clark’s eyes were blown out with lust, a dazed smile on his swollen lips. “You sure you’re not the one with superpowers?” He asked breathlessly as he looked up at you. 

You couldn’t help but giggle and shake your head. “Definitely not.” You murmured into the skin of his cheek as you kissed it softly before your lips trailed down to his jawline and down his neck. 

You immediately latched onto the sensitive spot behind his ear and tried your hardest to leave your mark. Clark let out a soft moan at the feeling of your teeth marking his skin, one of his hands retracting from under your shirt and cradling your head. 

You eventually pulled back to see the blooming red mark on his skin, caressing it with your thumb. 

“You know it's going to be gone by the morning, right?” Clark said, making you groan, and your head fell into the crook of his neck. 

“Don’t remind me.” You mumbled mournfully into his skin, making him chuckle. 

His hand rubbed up and down your back as a soothing gesture. “Sorry.” Clark said sheepishly. 

You pulled back to see a sympathetic smile on Clark’s face. “Hate you and your unmarkable skin.” You huffed as you scratched at his scalp. 

Clark’s eyes fluttered, and his head got heavier as he leaned into the feeling. “No, you don’t.” Clark said almost drowsily.  

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You're right. But you act like you don't like doing the same thing to me.”

“Do what?” 

You leaned in to kiss Clark, his lips pursed in preparation to kiss you back, but you stopped short, leaving only a small gap between the two of you. 

“Playing coy isn’t your strong suit Smallville. You and I both know you love to see me covered in hickies that I have to cover up before I head into the office.” You whispered with a seductive smirk on your face. 

Clark couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on his cheeks at your words. “Maybe I go a little overboard sometimes.” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, throwing your head back. “A little?! Baby, I had to wear a turtleneck for a week straight and Lois made fun of me after catching a glimpse of my neck.” 

Clark couldn’t help the smirk that grew on his face, clearly remembering the night he gave you those hickies. You smacked his chest, knowing that wouldn’t hurt him in the slightest, but he grabbed it before it could make contact with him and pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles. 

“I apologized for that.” He pressed another kiss on your knuckles before they trailed up your arm, and Clark pulled you closer so he could press soft kisses up your shoulders and to your neck. 

“But can I show you how sorry I am?” Clark pressed a wet kiss to the sensitive spot on your neck, making a shiver roll down your spine. 

“As long as you mean it.” Your words came out almost breathless as your head tilted back as he continued to press wet kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone. 

Clark stood up from your couch, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his trim waist. “I’ll always mean it.” He said sincerely, making your heart melt. 

You smiled softly at him before pressing a tender kiss to his lips, a stark contrast to the lustful ones you shared earlier. “Well, show me how sorry you are then Mr. Kent.” You murmured into his lips before pulling back. 

“Your wish is my command.” A spark of mischief zipped through his blue eyes before your vision blurred, and you found yourself on your bed and Clark hovering over you with a smirk playing on his lips. 

Clark made sure he apologized thoroughly that night, and he may have caused you to wear a turtleneck again for another week. 

a/n: so inspiration struck as i was writing my other fic for clark so heres a little treat before i get back to writing the angsty clark fic!!

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hiiiii mariiii!! can you please write a romantic drabble with early seasons sam and reader, they're pining for eachother and sam is being his cute self. Also the reader wears a skirt and it's windy outside so their skirt keeps fluttering and the reader gets embarrassed, they keep trying to pat it down and pull the hem down. What would sam do? Would he give them his jacket or offer them a drive back to the motel so they can change? This actually happend to me irl and my friend kept trying to walk behind me so they can cover me if anything happend lmaoo 😭

-yours, 🛻 anon

hiyyaaaa love!!! thanks for sending this in hehe, a very sam thing to do!!! here's the drabble, i hope you like it!! <33

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✶ gentleman ── sam winchester

cw : gn!reader, fluff, no pronouns or gendered language used but reader is wearing a skirt, pining, unedited, 604 words. requested !

summary : sam offers you his jacket when the wind keeps blowing your skirt around.

this sort of skirt isn't so typical for you, not when you could get into fights with vampires or ghosts at nearly any moment. but there's no hunt to take care of and dean has declined to join you and sam at the cafe in the town you're passing through, so you thought there'd be no harm in wearing something a little more carefree. or something that might catch sam's attention just a bit more than usual.

but as the wind whips around you with a bit too much fervor, you begin to regret your decision. your hands scramble to keep the fabric in check when a gust of wind nearly exposes the the color of your underwear with far too much clarity, and sam's attention is certainly on your skirt now. your face grows warm with embarrassment as you catch his eyes flick away from you quickly, his eyes wandering the street out of insistent respect. in that moment you can't decide whether or not you wish he'd looked just a little longer.

he makes no comment, forever the gentleman, and refuses to look anywhere but your face as the soft skirt flutters around your thighs.

the weather is blessedly lovely, even with the occasional gushes of air whipping your clothes everywhere and blowing sam's bangs off his forehead, but he still asks, "you're not cold at all?"

"no," you shake your head simply, sending him a soft smile because it's kind that he'd ask. he holds your eye contact with a purpose, his dimples infinitely distracting as he grins back.

"good." his affectionate tone accompanied by that smile are so distracting, in fact, that when another particularly persistent rush of wind decides that all it wants to do is flip your skirt up, your reaction time is much poorer than usual.

sam's, however, is as fast and accurate as ever. without thinking, his rough hunter's fingers snatch at the edge of your shirt, keeping you decent and sparing you the further embarrassment of showing everyone else on the street that you're wearing a pair of old, worn white underwear. his knuckles brush against the side of your bare thigh. the heat of it causes him to realize exactly what he's doing, and his hand is gone as fast as it came.

"sorry— shit, sorry. i didn't mean to—" he flushes red, afraid he's accidentally crossed a line.

"it's okay," you breathe out, the words airy and rushed. "it's okay. thanks, i mean— yeah. thanks." you smooth your hands down the skirt, tugging lightly at the hem.

sam relaxes quickly, but keeps blushing at the phantom feeling of your skin against his. however, that doesn’t stop a lightly pleased smirk from finding its way to his lips as he realizes that you're as flustered as he is. his hands have made you strangely shy and he can't help but smile about it.

"why don't you tie this around your waist?" he shrugs off his light brown jacket and hands it to you. leave it up to sam to be such a charmer, even if he can be awkward and nerdy and stammers when he's nervous sometimes.

"thanks, sam," you murmur, accepting the jacket and his advice. the extra weight of his jacket keeps your skirt appropriately settled. it also makes your pining for him ever-present. it's like he's almost touching you, holding you even. but he's not and it's killing you.

you tell yourself it's all because he's just a gentleman. but wouldn't it be nice if he were a gentleman who was at least a little bit in love with you?

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a klutz cute ! ── . ✶ c. kent

summary: it's your first day at the daily planet and you were hoping not to make a fool of yourself

pairings: clark kent x fem!reader, clark kent x journalist!reader ノ wc: 1.1k warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff!!, this is just fluff, slightly clumsy clark, david!clark, short and sweet one shot, kinda edited; all mistakes are my own a/n: watched superman yesterday and the clark kent brain worm got to me. might have to go watch a second time just for fic research purposes lol! also first time writing for clark so i hope its good!! hope you guys enjoy my foray into clark kent lol clark kent masterlist

CHANGE WAS GOOD FOR YOU.  

You were excited to start your first day at the Daily Planet. You were initially a junior reporter in Central City—but you felt stagnant in your role, not being able to climb up the ladder in your home city news publication. So, when you saw a listing for an opening at the Daily Planet, you jumped at the opportunity and eagerly applied for the position. 

A few weeks of waiting, and taking the train to Metropolis for a few interviews with Perry White, the editor-in-chief at the Daily Planet—you had gotten the job. You squealed in your small apartment when you received the long-awaited phone call from your new boss. 

Three weeks had passed after you got the news, you put in your two weeks' notice, and now you were settled into your new apartment in Metropolis (you were hoping that your insurance was good enough for the amount of damage this city faced on a weekly basis).  You were practically vibrating with excitement as you walked into the Daily Planet. 

You got into the building no problem. The bullpen was buzzing with life, and it made a smile grow on your face as you walked through it and settled into your new desk right next to Lois Lane. You had run into Lois right after your interview with Perry, meaning she almost barged into you as you were coming out of the office. She was antsy to see the editor-in-chief about the new article she was writing. 

You were kinda (totally) a fangirl of her work and eager to shadow her for the time being before you were assigned your own stories to work on by Perry. She greeted you with a smile as you were both settling into your desks, getting ready for the day ahead. 

“Ready for your first day?” She asked as she gestured to you to come with her to the coffee station. 

You got up from your chair and followed her, answering her with a nod. “Very ready.” 

Lois sent you a smirk. “Good.” 

Both of you prepared your coffee side by side, and you raised an eyebrow at Lois when you saw the amount of sugar she dumped unceremoniously into her mug. 

“You want some coffee with your sugar?” You couldn’t help but quip in jest when she put down the sugar shaker. 

Lois smirked at you. “Well, when the coffee here tastes like jet fuel, sugar is the only thing that barely masks the taste.” She chuckled under her breath as you frowned down at the mug you were holding before walking back to her desk. 

“And this is why I’m a tea drinker most days.” You huffed before dumping some sugar and creamer into your mug. 

You were too busy stirring your coffee to hear the stumbling and huffing of Clark entering the office space like a bull in a china shop, narrowly avoiding people walking around the bullpen as he hastily made his way to his desk. He placed his bag on his desk and said a quick good morning to Lois and Jimmy before making his way to the coffee station. 

You turned around and started to make your way to your desk before bumping into someone. It was so abrupt, and you were so dialed into how bitter the coffee was on your tongue that you didn’t see the very tall man in your path, making you drop the mug in your hands. You were ready for it to shatter onto the linoleum floor, but a pair of hands caught it instead.

But the hot coffee sloshed over the lip of the cup and onto their hands. 

“Oh my! I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going and thank you for catching the mug but are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ramble before you stopped and made eye contact with the person in front of you. 

Deep blue eyes filled your gaze as you looked up at the man you accidentally ran into. 

Clark stared down at you, slightly entranced, not having thought twice about catching the mug and remaining unflinching at the hot coffee that splashed onto his hand. 

“You’re new.” Clark’s voice cracked slightly instead of answering your questions of worry. 

You felt your cheeks flush with heat. “Yeah. Today’s my first day and I was really hoping I wasn’t going to do anything embarrassing.” 

Clark shook his head, a wayward curl falling out of place. “No, no you’re doing fine!” He reassured you. “The mug is mostly fine and I barely felt the coffee.” He held the mug back out to you. 

You took it back, cradling it with both of your hands. “Are you sure?” You looked down at his hands (big mistake because all you could observe was how big they were) before looking back at the crooked smile he was shooting at you. 

“Yeah! Don’t worry about it.” Clark scratched the back of his neck, trying to peel his gaze off of you, but couldn’t. 

You sighed in relief before nodding. “Well, I'd better head back to my desk.” You sent him a small smile, moving out of his way of the coffee station, and made your way back to your desk.

“Wait!” Clark almost shouted, making you turn around abruptly. Clark didn’t realize you stopped in your tracks as he stepped forward. This time, he bumped into you, once more making you drop the mug, and it shattered across the smooth tiled floor. 

You both winced at the sound, and Clark looked down at you with the most apologetic eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“Crap, I’m so sorry.” He started to apologize as he went to grab napkins from the drink station to clean up the mess. You went to help him, and the mess was quickly cleaned up. 

“I didn’t mean to startle you, I just forgot to introduce myself and instead made you spill your coffee.” 

You shook your head. “It’s fine, between you and me, it’s not that good.” 

Clark chuckled. “Yeah, it really isn’t. But I’m Clark.” 

You told him your name with a smile. “Nice to meet you.” 

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Clark looked back at the ground where the mug fell. “You know, if you want we could pick up some better coffee at Jitters.” He asked, almost nervously as he looked back at you hopefully

“I’d like that.” You shot him a wider smile, making his own grow at the sight of yours. 

Jimmy and Lois looked at the pair of you smiling at each other. Clark looked adoringly down at you before they looked at each other with a knowing smile. You had wrapped Clark around your finger, and you didn’t even know it. 

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— WIPS FOLDER 📔

here's a sneak peak at the things i'm working on!! if you don't see your request here after a few days of sending it in, that likely means i never received it, so feel free to check with me or send it in again :) i'd love questions about my wips if there's any you're curious about!!

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GENERAL REQUESTS gen requests take priority and will likely be written before anything else (or at the same time as milestone requests) :) they are written in the order i receive them!

⟢ sam winchester ꒱꒱ sam offers you his jacket when the wind keeps blowing your skirt around. ⟢ sam winchester ꒱꒱ you comfort stanford!sam when he's stressed about a test. ⟢ carl morck ꒱꒱ you fall asleep on carl and for some reason he doesn't hate it. ⟢ luke alvez ꒱꒱ wedding day fluff. ⟢ samira mohan ꒱꒱ you cry in front of her for the first time. ⟢ parker ellis ꒱꒱ you run into her outside of work for the first time and she takes the opportunity to flirt. ⟢ carl morck ꒱꒱ headcanons about how carl approaches someone he fancies. ⟢ sam winchester ꒱꒱ "tell me you felt it too... even if it was just for a second." + "when you smile, it feels like the monsters in the world disappear for a moment." ⟢ carl morck ꒱꒱ domestic fluff when he comes home from work. ⟢ clark kent ꒱꒱ NSFW. you ask him about spanking, but he's worried about hurting you.

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EVENT WIPS / REQUESTS milestone reqs generally take less time than gen reqs, so sometimes they will be written/completed before a gen req that i got first. also written in the order i get them.

⟢ kinktober + flufftober + whumptober blurbs ꒱꒱ will be written for sam, tfem sam, rowena, and ruby.

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PERSONAL WIPS things i've already started writing that aren't requests :)

⟢ sam winchester ꒱꒱ literary parallels part two, you and sam feel closer than ever as you continue to work the case together. ⟢ sam winchester : in the woods somewhere ꒱꒱ you're half-broken from trauma, and sam can't bring himself to contradict the made-up truth you wholeheartedly believe to cope. ⟢ sam winchester : honey trapped ꒱꒱ mystery series hehe

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PERSONAL IDEAS ideas i plan on writing that i haven't started yet. also not requests :)

⟢ sam winchester : diamantes ꒱꒱ latine!reader (spanish speaking reader). you play a spanish song for sam and tell him that the lyrics remind you of him. (diamantes by carla morrison) ⟢ sam & dean winchester ꒱꒱ younger-sibling!reader, sam and dean won't let you accompany them on their hunts, but you're getting lonely and restless spending all your time in the bunker. ⟢ sam winchester ꒱꒱ a collection of soft, quiet, and love-filled moments with sam. ⟢ sam winchester ꒱꒱ reader with commitment issues lmao that's it, that's the plot. ⟢ sam winchester : you're gonna go far ꒱꒱ you're utterly supportive of young sam when he decides to leave the hunting life for college, maybe older-sibling!reader. ⟢ sam & dean winchester ꒱꒱ middle-sibling!reader, you snatch dean's leather jacket before heading out on a personal solo hunt. your brothers rush to find you when you don't answer their calls.

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guys i miss my wife (he's a 6'4 fictional man)

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almost done with my first blurb i wasn’t sure if id actually be able to get myself to write today lmaoo

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I KNOWWWW scotland really has me inactive here, for the better of course but still lol

im so excited to read your new fics AHHH

omg.. its been so long since i've sent you an ask on tumblr LMAO

BUT HI BABE <333 i love the purple theme hehe

HI MARIII LOVE IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE SEEN YOU IN MY INBOX

its missed you as much as i have <33 and thank youuu ive been loving my purple theme as well i will be sad to see it go when july ends loll

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CLARK KENT in Superman (2025)