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Farmer!Clark Kent

Farmer!Clark Kent who moves back to Smallville after he retires from being a reporter. He's a bit older now (40-45), and he has a few grays coming in but it's okay because he just wants to work on the farm with animals.

Farmer!Clark Kent who is immediately taken by his new neighbor who bought the farmland next to his parents a few years ago. She's about fifteen years younger than him but he can't help but drool when she comes by in her daisy dukes with her thighs out to deliver a pie to welcome him back to Smallville.

Farmer!Clark Kent who works on the farm shirtless just in case she comes over or happens to drive by. One day she calls him over because her sink gets clogged and she needs help because no plumbers will come out this far.

Farmer!Clark Kent who was fully expecting to work on a sink, he came in in his wrangler jeans and his flannel with a baseball cap on. He was pleasantly surprised to see her only in silk shorts and a thin tank top. He decided right then that the sink wouldn't be fixed.

Farmer!Clark Kent who swears up and down that Ma and Pa kent raied him to be a fucking gentlemen but he loses all his control when seeing her. That's how he ends up fucking her against her couch in the living room. He promises that he'll take her on a proper date after this.

Farmer!Clark Kent who is glad that his farm is so secluded because that means he could fuck her outside and no one would even know. At this point, he's had her in the barn, the hay bales, and in the tractor. He promises her that he'll give her some babies to help keep the farm going.

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Best friend's dad, Clark Kent, who has to subtly give you a once over when Jon introduces you as his best friend from uni. Has to try not to smile as you stare at him dreamily. Who feels strangely satisfied when you manage to say “Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Bf's dad, Clark, who tilts his head to the side just the slightest bit, and offers you his hand as if you weren't eye fucking him just now, “Pleasure's all mine, sweetheart.”

Bf’s dad, Clark, who always greets you with a big smile when you come over.

Bf’s dad Clark, who holds the car door open for you when he drops you off at your house late at night.

Bf’s dad, Clark, who’s so easy to talk to. Who listens carefully whenever you speak, always holding eye-contact. Who despite his size, is an absolute sweetheart. All wide eyes and dimples.

Bf’s dad, Clark, who the waiter mistakes for your boyfriend when taking your order, Jon conveniently timed to have been in the bathroom. Clark’s eyes widen comically, ears and cheekbones turning a lovely shade of red, as he waves his hands lowly, “Oh we’re not-” “So what’ll you have, honey?” your voice cuts him off, eyes still on the menu as you flip through it. When Clark doesn’t answer, you look up at him, raising your eyebrows and biting back a smile. 

You were enjoying this, he realized.

Bf’s dad, Clark, who can’t look at you in the eyes ever since. Who fidgets when you enter the room, making up any excuse to leave just to avoid thinking about you in that way. Because he does think about you. A lot. How couldn’t he? With your glitter covered eyes, lip gloss stained lips, and short skirts? He was a goner. He’d rather kick a wall than have to watch you reapply your lip gloss for the nth time. 

Bf’s dad Clark who has to pause his reading, glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose when you come over all giddy after a nail appointment, nails painted milky white, bows and other trinkets decorating them. Who has to hum and nod when you show them to him, acting as if he isn’t imagining your pretty hands around his cock. “Mm. Very pretty,” 

Bf’s dad, Clark, who has to watch you put cream on your legs while you’re all watching a movie. As if it's very common to do so in front of your best friend's dad. He thinks it shouldn’t be as erotic as it looked. Clark tries hard to keep his eyes glued on the tv and not stare at the way you sensually rub your hands up and down your thighs and calves.

Bf’s dad Clark who stiffens up, when Jon claims that “your legs are so sticky after though,” because how would his son know that?

Bf's dad Clark, who tosses and turns all night, trying to think back to all your past encounters, trying to pierce together how he missed the fact that you and Jon were dating. Because if you were, he was downright fucked.

Bf's dad Clark, who slowly starts getting mad at his son for not making it more obvious. For not kissing you whenever he saw you, not offering to drive you home, not treating you right. Clark who groans lowly and runs a hand down his face when he realizes that he's jealous of his own son.

Bf’s dad Clark who corners Jon the next morning, asking him all sorts of questions. “We’re obviously dating dad, I thought you knew..?”

Bf's dad, Clark who turns rigid, raising his voice at Jon for the first time in his life, still trying to be quiet for your sake, as you’re still sleeping upstairs. Whose fury isn't pointed to the fact that you and his son were dating, but more so to the fact that Jon didn’t pamper you enough. Didn’t give you any extra attention, didn’t spoil you like you deserved. And poor Jon has to hear his dad tell him to “Be a good boyfriend, I taught you better than that.”

Bf’s dad Clark, who gives his son a pointed look  when you finally come down to eat, yawning as you grab some cereal. Who has to watch his son turn and give you a quick peck on the lips, and then continue eating as if nothing happened. Has to watch you blink twice in surprise before shrugging and going back to your own food. 

Bf’s dad Clark who regrets telling his son to be more physical with you because he almost breaks a glass in his hands when he sees his son hugging you from behind one evening.

Bf's dad Clark, who clenches his jaw when you announce that you're going to leave and Jon jumps up to escort you, and walk you home. Clark who so badly wants to insist that he can take you home. That it's too cold out to walk, that a drive would be better. Clark who keeps his mouth shut instead.

Bf’s dad Clark who wants to curse Jon for inviting you over to their summer house. Clark who has to watch you walk around with your tiny bikini, skin still glistening when you get out of the pool. Clark who clenches his jaw tight and looks the other way when you offer to help Jon put some sunscreen on. 

Bf’s dad Clark who finds you in the kitchen that same night, swallowing hard as he watches you take a bite of a strawberry you were holding, claiming you were craving something sweet. 

Bf’s dad Clark who fucks you right against the counter you were leaning against, who has to hold his hand over your mouth as he circles his hips against you, his cock snug inside your tight cunt. Clark who melts when you give him an open-mouthed kiss, begging him to take you to bed. To his bed.

Bf’s dad Clark who can’t find himself worrying about the creaking of his bed when you’re riding him so well. Clark who hisses, and whose eyes roll back when you graze your nails against his pecs. Who has to fight the urge to bend you over and fuck you till you’re crying, has to remind himself that you’d definitely wouldn't be quiet then, when you’re barely keeping it together now. Clark who pulls you skin tight against him, who loves to feel your moans and whimpers against his lips.

Bf’s dad Clark, who wakes up the next day with you in his arms, swears he’d never slept so soundly in his life. Bf’s dad Clark who presses kisses all over your face, who later fucks you in the shower, and despite not wanting to ruin the moment, has to say something,

“Fuck, we can’t do this again. You’re dating my son, for God’s sake-”

“Clark. Jon’s gay.”

oh.

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Clark Kent x plus size reader

You’re a damn good distraction

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, kissing, teasing, implied smut

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That damn dimple, it was fucking taunting you. The simple divot in Clark’s prominent chin that was just big enough for you to fit the side of your thumb into like it was made to do that. Sometimes it was covered by thick dark hair when he had gone a couple days without shaving and then your man would re-emerge from the bathroom and the dimple would return along with baby soft cheeks. 

And when Clark was generous enough to let you sit in his lap while he worked from his home office, the temptation was almost too much. It was his fault really, he should’ve known better to not be so absolutely delicious. His jaw flexed and shifted, keeping your hungry eyes trained on that stupid dimple. His broad chest rumbled with his words as he spoke on the phone so some colleague whose name you didn’t care to recall at this moment.

Suddenly, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Your lips pressed softly to the small sliver of skin along his collarbone that his t-shirt didn’t cover. Clark’s large hand rested on your plush thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. The next kiss was at the base of his throat, you loved the way you could feel his pulse beat against your tongue as you lapped at him.

You winced when his grip got a little too tight but you didn’t let that deter you from your mission. Your teeth grazed his Adam's apple and you smirked as it bobbed. Clark cleared his throat and apologised to whoever he was on the phone with. 

You nosed at his jaw, practically purring with happiness. You ran your hand up his front, revealing the firmness of his body against your palm. Then finally, your lips reached that perfect little dent in his chin and you were content.

You bit and kissed and sucked fully knowing that you would be unable to leave a mark on his flawless skin. You ignored the way your boyfriend attempted to subtly pry you away from him without alerting the person on the other end of the phone that something entirely not work appropriate was occurring. Yet you continued your little escapade, taking a kind of sick pleasure from teasing him like how he would do to you when you were trying to work.

Clark shifted in his office chair and it was easy to figure out why. The hard bulge in his sweatpants was now nestled perfectly between your legs and if you were to just move one more inch, he would be pressed against your panty-clad pussy. He shot you a warning glance but the way that his pupils were slowly consuming the blues of his eyes gave you all the motivation you needed to continue. 

“Hang up.” You muttered into his skin as you pressed your chest to his, letting him get a clear view of the way your tits squished into his pecs. Clark groaned silently, his eyelids fluttering as he struggled to retain some semblance of control.

His hand darted from your thigh to your jaw, forcibly pulling your lips from his skin and moved his phone away from his ear. “Stop kissing me for a minute, I’m trying to have a conversation. I promise I’ll take care of you in a minute, I just need to get this done.” You stuck your bottom lip out at him as best you could with your cheeks squished together by his massive hand.

“Take me to bed now and I’ll do that thing with my tongue.” 

“Sorry, I have to call you back later. Something just came up.” Clark had barely hung up the phone and tossed it onto the desk before you found yourself over his shoulder as he practically ran from the room, his booming footsteps making you giggle against his back. “You and your damn kisses.” He mock whined. You retaliated by landing quite a firm smack to his perky backside.

“Not my fault you’re so distractible.” His warning growl told you that you would be eating your words soon enough.

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Mine. I [Remastered]

Dark! Clark Kent x reader. Warnings: dark fic, forced marriage.

Summary: you finished your night shift and you feel someone was following you.

A/n: sorry for any mistakes that i made, English is not my first language. I also don't give permission to post my works on any other platforms such as Wattpad, Ao3 etc.

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You curse under your breath as you walk down on the street, clutching tightly on your coat. It's 12 a.m at midnight, you just finished your shift and on your way to your apartment. You reluctantly use this route because it was the closest to your place.

You shiver as you feel the cold air against your skin, even if you are covered in many layers of coat, you can still feel it. Winters can be fun, but also can be annoying at the same time.

You checked your phone as it was buzzing, a message was sent from your roommate. You have been living with him for over a year now, yet both of you barely know each other.

Clark-

i leave some dinner leftovers in the fridge.

You-

Mkay.

You looked around as you felt someone following you from behind. You could feel an unknown presence since you left your workplace, yet you choose to ignore it.

You turn your heels around to see who it is, but only to find nothing. Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth to muffle your scream, your back was pressed against the stranger's chest

“whaa- help!”

You fight the figure, wiggling and squirming in his hold. You know you shouldn't be using this route at all! what the hell have you got yourself into. You kicked the stranger's ankle, but it was a futile attempt.

“stop resisting.” he spoke in a harsh tone, gripping you tightly. The last thing he wanted to do to you was hurting you.

No, you're too precious to him.

Instead, he took out a pad that he dabbed with Chloroform earlier, and slammed it on your nose, letting you breath the toxin.

“noo..ummf..”

Seeing you fall unconscious in his arms, he smirked as he caress the beautiful face of yours while engulfing your small figure in his warm embrace.

finally. Months of watching you from afar, admiring, longing for your touch and warmth he finally got to hold you in his arms. He would not let this opportunity to have you go wasted.

The man looked around the alley, afraid if someone did watch his deed. Once he was convinced that everything was clear, he looked back at her with a wicked grin.

“sleep tight, my bride”

-

You take a sharp breath as you blink, only to find yourself spawled on a soft mattress. You tried to move but failed, too exhausted as you lay back. The bed moved a bit as you heard a groan next to you, a muscled arm makes its way to your waist, bringing you closer to a toned bare chest.

You stayed still, telling yourself that it's just another nightmare. But it's not until you feel a warm breath fanning on your neck before he placed a soft kiss on it before whispering right into your ear.

“what are you trying to do, my dear?”

His voice is deep, whispering at you soothingly as he caresses your waist. He lifted himself and got on top of you, finally got to see his face.

You study his Adonis looks, from his curly hair, trailing down to his handsome face. His icicle blue eyes are the most beautiful things you've ever seen, so beautiful yet so cold.

His jawline is sharp, like you could hurt yourself just from tracing it. He let you stare at him. What a romantic scene it was. Like the beauty of flower petals formed from two colors, becoming one solid entity.

You couldn't help but gawk, how can someone be so fine like this? The thought left your mind immediately as he shifted from his position a bit, leaning closer towards you. He brushes his succulent lips against your cheek, like a predator finally gets to devour its prey.

“wait- who the hell are you? why am i here?” you said, as you sat up on the bed and backed up from him.

“you don't need to know.” he replied, groaning slightly as she made a distance between them. He wanted to hold her in his arms again and never let her go.

He tried to reach out to her again, grabbing her ankle and pulling her towards him with a squeal. Even though she tried to resist him, she seemed to be liking his touch.

A smirk made its way to his face, adding the handsomeness in his features that got her melted.

little did he know...

“argh!” he let out a pained groan at the sudden kick on his crotch. She kicked him hard in the balls that got him shaking slightly from the after effects.

You immediately jumped out of the bed, abandoning the mysterious man that was about to hold you captive and your backpack. That doesn't matter now. Your life matters.

Running down from the apartment, you look around trying to ask for help before the man comes and captures you again. Luckily there's a cab pulling up on the road once they saw you.

“this is madness!”

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What's In Front Of Us

Pairing: Clark Kent x plus size! reader

Warning: Mentions of bullying

Summary: For once in his life, Clark never felt so speechless until he saw you in blue.

a/n: loosely based on the song You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift

The bell school rang, alerting the students it was dismissal. Everyone flooded the hallways as well as you. You walked up to your locker, unlocking it as you got the books you needed. When you close it, a familiar face looks at you, smiling.

"Did the birthday girl had a good day?" Clark Kent, your best friend since childhood, asked you.

"It was fantastic." you said sarcastically, then bursting into a fit of laughter as Clark joined too.

"I wanted to sleep in World Geography so bad." You said, almost putting your books inside of your bag.

"Yeah, I felt the same for Chemistry." Clark said, already grabbing your books and carrying it for you.

You never minded Clark helping you, besides, you want to use his super strength for good use.

You two were inseparable growing up. You were basically at the Kent Farm all of your childhood and often referred to you as their second child.

"Also, birthday girl gets to drive." You smirked, flashing your new car keys to Clark. He smiled at you, knowing that you've pleaded your dad to drive and he gave you his old pick up truck. You both walked to the parking lot, and see the popular girls whispering at you as you get in the old pick up truck. You never knew why they disliked you so much, but you never paid attention to their sneers. Clark always admired that about you, that nothing tore you down.

"Anyways, I was thinking we could study for a bit at the coffee shop and I'll drop you home." You said to Clark as you drove out of campus.

"Sure, my parents will be relieved that I'm actually getting help with this class. They're more proud of your grades than mine." He joked.

"I have that effect on other people's parents. You have your powers and I have mine." You joked as Clark chuckled.

Soon, you drove to where you guys were headed and walked side by side inside the Talon. You then ordered what you wanted and sat down, just going over some things for your Chem homework.

You were still talking about some formulas and you look up to see Clark glancing elsewhere.

You follow his gaze and see he was staring at Lana Lane. It was like she popped out of those teen rom-com scenes where the guy is staring at his love interest. You roll your eyes, muttering 'typical' as you return to your notes.

"What?" He says, turning to you obliviously.

"You have super hearing and you didn't hear me?" You question.

"Who has super hearing?" Lana asks as she came up to your table.

You and Clark turn to her like deers in headlights. Clark coughs in his hand as you try stammering out.

"Oh, I was... just teasing how Kent prides in his hearing but he wasn't listening about our homework." You said.

Lana politely smiles as she looks at Clark flirtatiously.

"Better start studying Clark. You don't want to be grounded on prom night for slacking school." She said, picking up his empty drink and went to the back.

You had nothing against Lana. She was nice to you compared to the other girls in school. But you felt a pang of jealousy that Clark started to notice her more often. He thought he was weak in the knees for her, but soon found out the kryptonite necklace she wore made Clark ill. (Maybe you were a bit appeased by this, but you would never tell Clark that.)

Clark looks at her till she leaves his sight and immediately looks down to his textbook, reading the chapter.

"Really? I've been helping you for a whole week and it takes Lane two seconds for you to study?" You asked, feeling a bit upset.

Clark looks up to you, feeling bad. "I'm sorry, you know how I get flustered."

"Yeah..." you muttered again before reading to yourself.

"Hey, someone's a bit grumpy. Is it because I didn't give you your birthday present?" Clark asks, smirking.

"Clark, I told you, I don't like being spoiled." You said. Of course, you appreciate the Kents for taking care of you, especially since your dad is still mourning the loss of your mom.

"Hey, you're my best friend. I want to show how lucky I am that you're cool with me being an alien and all." You snicker at his comment, he never failed to make you laugh.

"Okay, Kent. Give me my present." You said in a sassy tone.

Clark smiles and dugs inside of his signature red jacket and hands you a present that looked like it was wrapped by a toddler. (You'd think he'd use his speed to be useful but oh well) You open it and you stare down at a silver bracelet that had a charm with the first letter of your name.

"Clark... I can't- accept this." You said, feeling a bit choked.

"Hey, yes, you should. I just remembered that you've always wanted to have a bracelet like your mom so I tried to find the closest thing like in the pictures." He said.

You form a smile as you wipe your tears.

"Thank you." You whispered, you said, fumbling to try to place it around your wrist.

Clark saw you were struggling a bit so he takes the bracelet and helps you put it on.

He gently holds your hand up and you both admire the twinkle it shows under the lights.

"It's beautiful." you said, looking down.

"Yeah, it is." he whispers under his breath.

You two retract your hands, feeling a bit flustered.

"Um... let's just go back to work." you whispered, staring back at your textbook.

Clark didn't say anything except smile at you and continued on with his studies, happy that he gets to be with you.

Soon, you drove him back home and see that his parents were out as Jonathan was getting off the tractor and Martha coming out of the house.

"Hey you two! How was studying?" Martha asks.

"It was good, Clark listens to me better than the teacher." You joked, making Clark roll his eyes playfully.

"Well, I'm glad that you're teaching him, he's always got his head in the clouds." Jonathan said, messing Clark's hair making his son smile.

"Why don't you stay for dinner? I don't think muffins and coffee is a proper meal for this time, especially not on your birthday." Martha asks you.

"I really don't want to intrude." You said, knowing Mrs. Kent won't take no for an answer.

"She did make you your favorite." Jonathan hints, giving you a warm smile.

"Well, I guess can't pass up on a good meal." You joked as Martha hugs as you walks you into the house.

All of you started to eat and shared your day, laughing and enjoying each other's company. After dinner, Clark walked you to your car and opened your door.

"Hey so, I haven't heard any plans from you for prom." Clark asks as it was near the date.

"I wasn't initially going, but my aunt sent me a dress she made herself to surprise me. Said every beautiful girl deserves a beautiful dress." you said.

Clark comes closer to you, leaning on your open window.

"I didn't know what you were up to, so I was wondering if you wanted to go together?" Clark suggested.

You look at him surprised. you knew he didn't want to go to prom all together, unless he asked Lana, but he hasn't even asked her. You assume that she already has a date. You're about to tell him that you didn't want to be a second choice but his eyes gave you this look.

"You know you're the only one for me... so what do you say? I'll buy you a corsage to match that bracelet of yours."

In that moment, something in you just sparked.

"Well... flowers do sound nice." you said.

Clark shone his signature smile and straightened up.

"Great! I'll pick you up at your house, 8 o'clock sharp!" He said as he jogs to his door.

You couldn't help but shake your head as you started your car.

Prom would be one night to remember.

As the night came, Clark was trying to make a bowtie but kept on failing. Jonathan saw his son and walked in his room.

"Getting nervous there son?" he asks, leaning by the door frame.

Clark looks at his dad and looks down to his unfinished tie.

"It's just a dance." Clark said.

Jonathan laughs his head as he goes up to Clark, already fixing his tie.

"It's not just an ordinary dance, especially for you two lovebirds." His dad joked.

Clark rolls his eyes, as his parents often paired you and Clark since you two met.

"Dad...." Clark warned.

"I'm just saying son, it takes a long time for us Kent men to realize what's in front of us. That's all I can say." Jonathan said.

He finished the tie and patted Clark on the shoulder, implying that he was finally done. The two share a grateful look at each other and walked out to the car. Martha joins as she brought a polaroid, wishing to get pictures before you two head to the school.

When they arrive to your house, Clark takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

He then sees your dad who looked very bright.

"Clark! Come in, she should be coming down by now. Started getting ready since noon!" He says. Clark's parents go up to your dad and talk while Clark was staring at the staircase, trying not to burn it.

He then did a double take as he finally saw you as you walked out of your room as you were walking down the stairs. You wore this dark blue off-the-shoulder dress with a high slit on your left leg. He was stunned as your hair and makeup were professionally done. What made his heart flutter was the bracelet he gave you.

Martha gasps as she places a hand on her chest.

"Darling, you look beautiful! Clark, tell her she looks beautiful!" She said.

"Thank you Mrs. Kent." you said, staring at her.

You then look at Clark, slightly squirming in your dress that felt hot.

Clark could tell that you were waiting for a response. But there were so many words in the english language for him to describe you: exquisite, stunning, angelic... his breath was taken away.

All he could do was gulp, and offer you your corsage.

"This is... for you." he mustered the courage to say.

You decided not to let Clark make a fool of himself and walked up to him as he placed it around your wrist, feeling the same vibrations when he placed your bracelet on for the first time.

You two smiled at each other and looked up when you see a flash. Martha took a picture and orders you to pose with each other. Clark and you take pictures and tell your parents that it's time to head out. They wave you goodbye as Clark drove you to the dance.

The ride was silent, as the two of you sat awkwardly to school.

"Sooo..." You muttered.

"Sooo..." Clark replied.

You've grown a bit unsteady, and Clark could sense too. You're heart was thumping faster than a speeding bullet.

Clark gives you a glance and looks back on the road.

"Your dad seemed happy."

You smile as you look out the window.

"Yeah, he said that today reminded him of his first date with mom on their prom night. Brought back some good memories."

Clark smiled. You and your dad have been so estranged for so long, but was happy that you two found some inner peace.

"I'm not great with, talking about things... but I want us to have a fun night together, with you." You look at him and give him a smile.

"I'd love nothing more."

As you parked in the school's parking lot, Clark helped you down his car and held your hand. He held it tight, reassuring you that he wouldn't leave your side. You both took a deep breath and walked into the prom together.

Luckily you went during the rush, hiding among plain sight among the numerous teens. The night went without a hitch, you two were having a great time laughing and dancing.

Then it came the slow dance.

You and Clark looked at each other awkwardly.

"We can sit down if you want." You say, already crossing your arms as you felt too conscious.

"I was hoping we'd dance if you like." he says, stepping forward to you.

You look up to him, eyes doe like as you took a silent gulp. You slowly wrap your hands behind Clark's neck as he placed his hands on your waist.

You two don't break eye contact as the lights dimmed and the music filled your ears. You two slowly closed with each other, not saying a word. You lay your head on his chest as he held you tighter once more. Clark felt like he was floating in midair, wanting to hold you as long as he can.

He got lost in thought till he heard your voice.

"Clark?" you ask.

He looks down at you, your eyes shining like stars.

"They're staring at us." you said, uneasy.

He looks around and sees his peers, even hearing the smallest of whispers around you.

"Don't pay attention to them, they're just jerks." He says.

"What are they saying?" you ask.

"Nothing, they're all jealous that I get to dance with the most gorgeous girl in the room."

"I don't think i believe that... You sure you don't want to dance with a prettier girl like Lana?" You ask, stopping your dance.

"I don't want to dance with her, I want to dance with you." He says, firming his voice.

The insecurities start building in your chest and you let go of him.

"I'm sorry, I can't." You said, already running away with tears in your eyes.

He calls you by your name but you can't look back, not when you were feeling like a fool.

You go straight to the bathroom, holding onto the sink as you cried more, ruining some of your makeup.

It was stupid, stupid to think that you could have a chance with Clark. You guys have been friends your entire lives, he'll never view you as something more.

You whip your head up and hear some laughter. Lana was the first girl you saw and she looked so happy. She then saw you and saw her features soften.

"Hey, I'm just going to take a bit, you can go." she said to her friends.

She goes straight to the paper towel roller and took a piece. She walks right up to you.

"May I?" she asks, lifting up the napkin.

You were shocked, but you straighten up and allowed her to wipe off the mascara down your checks.

"Whoever told us that prom is the best night of your life is utter crap." she said.

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, i'm just counting down the days till I leave for college." you said, feeling a bit better.

Once she was done, she threw the trash and gave you a comforting smile.

"You look beautiful, you and Clark must be having a good time." She said.

You frown a bit before you lean by the sink.

"I'm kind of avoiding him right now." You said in a low tone, crossing your arms.

Lana looks upset. "If he said anything I swear I'll bring him hell." She said in a serious tone.

You laugh, as you know she'd fight for you.

“Clark is fine, it’s just… the people around us stare at me like I came out of a circus.” You said.

“Hey, don’t think that. In ten years, they’ll be wasting away in some bar or regretting having three kids who are under five. You? You’re going to graduate top of our class and go out into the world, doing greater things. They’ll regret ever saying one bad thing about you.” Lana said, placing a comforting hand by your arm.

You hugged her tight, trying not to cry.

“Thanks Lana, you don’t know how much that means to me.”

She rubs your back and looks at you, beaming that you’re feeling better.

“If I’m not mistaken, I believe you need to finish a dance with your date.” Lana states.

You take one deep breath and you two walk out hand in hand.

What you didn’t expect was Clark sitting by the staircase, straightening up when he sees you.

You look at Lana and give her a smile, implying that you’re able to take care of yourself. She gives you one last hug and says goodbye before heading to the dance.

You and Clark stand next to each other, in uncomfortable silence.

You two speak at the same time, always interrupting when one tried to give the other the floor.

Clark gestures you to speak.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" you ask.

Clark sighs in relief.

"I thought you'd never ask. I wanted to show you something if you want to follow me." He said.

You hesitate for a moment, but you give your hand to him. You two walk to the car and Clark drives you out of the school. You were confused about when Clark takes you to his barn and gets out quickly, wanting to surprise you with something. He returns back with lightning speed, grinning as he hopes to win you back.

"I think you're going to like this." He said.

When he tells you to come upstairs, you were in awe. He decorated the place with his white Christmas lights to illuminate the inside as you two saw the starry sky.

"Thought this would make up for tonight," he says as he walks up to the radio with a cd player and played a slow song.

Clark turns around and admires you standing there. He takes a few steps forward and holds you closer to him as you swayed to the music.

"I never got to say how breathtaking you look tonight. Guess I got too nervous to say it," he says.

You chuckle as you look up at him.

"Well, if that's your apology, I forgive you." You said.

You're thankful for Clark doing all of this. You were a very private person, so sharing this intimate night with each other in a comfortable place made you feel more confident.

You lean on Clark's chest, hearing his fast heartbeat. Clark holds you closer, never wanting to let you go.

That's when he realized his dad's words from earlier.

"I'm so stupid." He mutters to himself.

"What?" You ask.

Clark gulps as he realized he was thinking out loud and stops dancing.

"I'm an idiot."

"I think I need more context than that." You joke.

He rolls his eyes and held your hands firmly, staring into your eyes.

"I've been feeling so lost and nervous, my throat would dry and I forget the words that I want to say. But when I saw you walking down those steps, everything became so clear. I-I... want to protect you, I want to take you out of this town and show the world because you deserve every second of someone loving you and..."

His face inches to your lips.

"I want to be that person that loves you."

Your mind is racing and your heart might as well be jumping out of your chest. Clark could sense the uneasiness as you couldn't reply.

He begins to slip away from your touch, about to turn around "Maybe it's late, I'll take you hom-"

"Wait." You said.

You spin him back to you and without a beat passing, you kissed his lips. Clark's hands lay flat on your back as your heartbeats align. You two felt like you were levitating.

You two break apart, smiling wildly.

"I always wanted to do that," you whispered.

Clark could only chuckle as he shakes his head, as you always made him laugh.

"I thought the same thing." He said.

You two kissed again as the world around you blurred like an unfocused camera. But both of you knew you could capture this night like a picture: forever still in the moment.

[keenzinemugstudent]

Clark Kent x black thicc fem reader! Clark accidently walks on you changing and he stays to watch you.

⚠️Warning a bit of soft NSFW so if you a minor respectfully get tf out please⚠️

Clark was outside your apartment holding flower's repeating his apology in his head over and over again so he wouldn't mess up. He was supposed to take you out to the movies but he was busy which she understood completely until you showed up at his apartment only to see him and Lois in a lip lock. You'd been avoiding him since than, he tried to apologize countless times but she just said that it was fine and just ignore him whenever she had the chance. So here he was in front of your door holding your favorite flowers and snacks in hand to make up for the movie night.

"Okay Clark you can do this just knock on the door and hopefully she'll accept the apology." He took a deep breath in and knocked twice

"Y/n? It's me you home?" There was no answer he looked under her plant where there was a spare key that she gave him he was surprised it was still there seeing as how mad she's been at him he thought she'd threw it away. He unlocked the door stepping into the apartment it was clean and he could smell fresh made coffee and cookies. He set the flowers in chocolate down on the sofa trying to see if it could find you anywhere in the room that's when he heard your panicked voice coming from the bedroom.

"Oh my god!" He rushed over to see if you were okay he stopped and what he saw made me question his life.

"Diana I can't believe you got me this!" You said spinning around in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a black laced lingerie (🔝picture at the top🔝) which fit your body perfectly Clark hide behind the door feeling his face going warm this was a big surprise for him he was so used to seeing you in baggy clothes this was new.

"Think of it as an early birthday gift." He could hear Diana's voice over the phone. Your birthday was only in a couple of days but Diana away on business and wouldn't be back on time. Y/n squeals posing in front of the huge mirror. Clark just keep watching, feelings his breath go shallow and even unloosed his tie feeling like it was choking him which was impossible of course but still! Seeing his long time friend dressed in nothing but lingerie made it heard to breath. Of course he always thought you were a beautiful young woman but this was different from what he usually saw you wear. It bothered him but not in a bad way but lord have mercy he didn't know you had THAT kind of body! And the thoughts he was having about you wasn't helping!

"I'm surprised you were even able find any in my size Diana." You sat on the bed stretching your hands above your head to pop your back causing your breast to bounce a bit. Clark clenched his fist already feeling his pants tighten he watched you cross your smooth legs and as you reached a hand up to move a bit of braided hair from your face you weren't wearing makeup not that you needed it because he always thought you were beautiful.

"Well I had a bit of help from Bruce." Diana says teasing.

That bastard! Clark had a glare on his face from hearing that and seeing the blush on your face wasn't making it any better.

"Well uh tell him I said thanks I guess?"

"Haha I was just joking little one. I bet if I said it was a gift from Clark you'd be fine with it." Your blush got bigger which surprised Clark a lot.

"Speaking of Clark...I wonder if I should call him or not? I mean I've been avoiding him the whole week and I'm starting to feel bad about it Diana." The sad tone in your voice caused Clark to frown.

"Maybe send him a text?"

"And say what? 'Hey Clark sorry I've been avoiding you but hey I'm jealous that your girlfriend gets to kiss your delicious lips and not me!' Yeah that'll fix everything!" You yelled out falling backwards on the bed He let out a small chuckle, you thought his lips were delicious?

You got up from the bed and Clark watched your backside which made him let out a low groan in the back of his throat. Fuck he shouldn't be here. He needed to leave but his feet wouldn't move, all he could do was watch you go pick up a bag and pull up another set of lingerie this time it was red.

"Maybe if I'm lucky someone will get to see me wearing these." You blush at the idea with a shy smile, Clark leaned on the door way which caused the door to slightly open wide.

"Maybe that lucky someone will be the man of steel of himself. It would definitely surprise him."

Oh Diana didn't know how right she was, it definitely surprised the man of steel. Both women said goodnight to each other hanging up on both sides.

"Oh! That's right I have coffee and cookies downstairs a perfect time for a snack!" Before Clark could react you had already turned towards the door and stopped when you saw a familiar face.

"C-clark ?!" He froze he's been caught you stood there looking at him with shock and embarrassment looking around the room trying to find something to cover yourself with which was nothing but two small pillows to cover your chest and front bottom half.

"What are you doing here?!" You yelled at the red in the face reporter who was stuttering out to answer.

"I-i came to apologize, I knocked but you didn't answer."

"So you walked into my apartment?!"

"I used the spare key..." He looked down feeling guilty it was silent between the two you were the one to speak.

"How long...how long have you been standing there?"

"Since you thanked Diana for the gifts." She blushed dropping the pillows causing his eyes to go wide but quickly covered them.

"That's means you heard our whole conversation?!"

"Y-yes but-"

"No! No! No!"

You hid your face in your hands and in this very moment you wished a villain could crash through the apartment but then again you didn't want anyone else to see you in this type of clothing this whole situation was just embarrassing!

"I'm sorry I should leave..." just as he turned to leave your soft spoken voice stopped him on his tracks.

"W-wait!"

He turned to look at you as you let out a deep sigh removing your hands from your still red face walking towards him slowly hips moving as you walk he could only stand and watch as you get closer to him. When close enough you put your small hands on his chest moving up to his neck looking him straight in the eye.

"P-please don't leave... I want you too stay." he wanted to say no...move her away...tell her It was wrong he had to think about his relationship he tried to think about Lois but he could only think about you. You were the first person who found out about his secret and didn't tell anyone. You were there when he wanted to find his parents and supported him the most when his father died. The Zod innovation... being there for his mother when he died. He did love Lois but...

He noticed your lips getting closer to his, he also leaned down wanting a taste of your lips, but stopped himself it was wrong.

"Y/n...we shouldn't.." he said he didn't know if he was talking to you or to himself but you looked down shyly looking at his pants were there was tent.

"I think you want to stay Clark." You got on your toes to kiss his forehead...both his cheeks than the corner of his lips he let out a small sigh feeling your soft lips on his face than started to reach down to his neck he put his hands on your hips feeling how soft they were in his hands. It kept everything inside not to break to not pin you against the wall and have his way with you. He was so surprised because you were such a sweet and shy woman he didn't think he'd see you trying on lingerie and make a move on him, fuck!

"Clark?" He let out a hmm letting her know she had his full attention.

"Do you...do you want me to stop? I don't want to ruin our friendship or your relationship so please stop me from doing something stupid." you say looking up at his blue eyes both hands on his cheek's he starred into your eyes feeling conflicted about this. He could hear both his and your heart beating fast at the same rhythm, both were in sync wanting the same thing, he shook his head.

"I think...i think I should leave." When saying these words your face fell. He sighs gently kissing her hands.

"Your so beautiful Y/n...i want to so badly take you right here but God I-i can't it wouldn't be fair to you or to Lois..."

You have a nod looking down at the floor he saw a tear fall which made him feel even worse. He forced himself away from your body but that's when he felt his phone vibrate pulling it out, it was a message from Lois, she cancelled having dinner with him saying she was going out of town for a report which was gonna be a while month one she didn't bother telling him anything about! He clenched his phone almost breaking it that's when he heard your voice.

"Clark? Are you okay?" He removed his attention from the phone and back to you you had a cover over your figure and was giving him a worried look even after making her upset she still wanted to know if he was okay. The woman who's always been there for him and has admitted to having feelings for him for quite a while of time maybe his relationship with Lois was just a some part of him wanting to feel human or maybe as thank you he wasn't sure but he knew that he didn't want to leave you he wanted to stay here.

"......I've changed my mind." He watched as her beautiful eyes went wide and a cute blush form on her cheeks.

he took off his glasses setting them on the desk on his left side walking forward, gently grabbing your face wiping away the tears starting to appear.

"But what about Lois?" You say putting hands on his chest you were unsure about this you didn't like Lois but go you wanted Clark so much now was the perfect chance.

"Let's not think about her...just focus all your attention on me okay?" He says kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks than finally her lips causing her to let out a small gasp in shock he could feel her hands on his back grabbing on his shirt.

"W-wait Clark I'm... I've never-"

"Shh I know you've never done this before right?" You slowly nod, "well as an apology I'll make you feel amazing tonight I promise." You look at him before whispering an "okay" hands shyly on his belt buckle he gave a small smile than went back too kissing your lips walking into the bedroom closing the door behind them.

He was going to make up for everything that's he's put you through for both their sakes.

He'd have to thank Diana for the lingerie set later

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

I can't believe I fucking write....this I cannot believe I fucking write this omg I'm honestly blushing like crazy guys you don't understand how embarrassed I was while making this don't forget to comment I got to go cool down a bit

[greedyhoneyz]

His Vivid Metropolis

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: clark kent x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･sypnosis: after a late night shift, clark returns to greet his lover in their quant apartment

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･final notes: this is an old imagine i had revamped and added some dialogue to. so enjoy!

Rain conjured a bitter pattern upon the foggy windows, its tiny, liquid globes mirroring the dim floodlights that nestled miles away. It splashed softly on the floors of the metropolis; a grey blanket overhanging the sky.

Clark let out a heavy sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he shrugged off his soiled jacket, his soiled shoes squelching against the wooden floor.  

The modest apartment was mute bar the hushed jabber that resounded from the glaring television as Clark dropped his keys and a takeaway bag onto the kitchen counter. Scoring a hand through his damp hair, Clark unloaded the pockets of his pants before fixating his gaze on the pile of letters gathered beside the fruit bowl. He fiddled through the piles of letters assorted on the counter when a gentle whine whistled into the air. 

Clark turned slowly, homing his gaze to the sofa and frowned, the letters in his hand toppling over the counter. 

Bundled under the comfort of a throw blanket, (name) stirred, smacking her lips as her single hand drawn across the side of her face. She turned her head, her cheek pressing against the body of the pillow tucked under her head and rolled onto her side. 

Clark hovered above (name), his smouldering silhouette casting a shadow over her face and he dropped to his knees. A doting glint shimmered in his eyes as he raised his damp hand and grazed her cheek. 

(name) twitched— her nostrils flared as the corners of her mouth trembled from the frigidness of Clark’s hand. Her legs shuffled beneath the warmth of the throw blanket which pooled below her waist. 

She squirmed beneath Clark, a scowl daunting over her features and mewled tiredly. She fluttered her lashes, her deep brown eyes slowly peeking beneath her eyelids. 

Clark simpered earnestly and watched quietly as she slowly blinked away the blurriness veiling her sight. She furrowed her brows and scrunched up her nose with immediate discomfort. 

(name) peered at Clark, her weary eyes boring into his own. 

“Hey.” Clark breathed slowly, his thumb gingerly soothing her cheek. 

“You’re cold.”

Clark stifled a chuckle (name’s) bluntness and raised his other frigid hand to caress the contours of her body. He scored his hand across her waist, kneading into her hip and rubbing her stomach all while holding her adoring gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“It's okay,” (name) hastily sat up, her shuffling shifting her throw blanket, and clambered for Clark’s face, the palms of her hands cupping the sides of his face. “I missed you.”

Clark simpered warmly at the raspy but feathered tone of (name’s) voice as he soothed her swollen cheek with his thumb and pressed a supple kiss to it. “I missed you too.”

[thirstnotes]

| Rivals To Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Ten - Competitive Clark, (Feat. Bruce Wayne)|

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackCurvyReader

Warnings: possessive Clark, jealous Clark, Clark Kent in love, Petty Clark, "Morals? What Morals?" Clark, language, smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, mild exhibitionism, general pettiness, oral, Dark Manipulative Bruce, pure nonsense and rambling thoughts tbh, thirst

If you don't like it, don't read it.

"Hooking up" with Bruce and "fake dating" Clark had you feeling a little bit like Archie

Yeah the redhead in the comics and that one CW adaptation

Except your Betty and Veronica were tall, hot, unusually fit men that felt the need to be quietly petty

Like you hadn’t notice

"Bruce!" you squealed with a laugh as his lips attacked your neck. Penthouses were a new source of entertainment ever since that man entered your life.

He was very insistent upon them

Maybe it was just that rich dude life

Maybe he was constantly trying to impress you

Maybe he just liked to fuck you against the window without any repercussions

At the moment, however, he was very insistent upon being cute on the balcony with you

You never pictured Bruce being warm and fuzzy, but he'd surprised you many times before

Besides. You liked seeing this side of him

"Y/N," he purred back, broad hands smoothing past the silky opening of your robe. You slid your hands over his and pulled them back out, during which he used the leverage to weave his fingers with yours.

"Will you stop tryna show the metropolitan area all my goodies?"

"If they were able to see you, I'd have you inside," he hummed back with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and pecked his lips.

"Maybe they can. I know people that fly news choppers."

Not to mention people that can fly without the use of a helicopter.

"Aren't you shy all of a sudden," he purred up at you, his eyes holding yours with an unspoken knowledge that made you feel more exposed that you wanted to admit. "It's kind of cute."

You stuck your tongue out at him and he touched the tip of his to it. You scrunched your nose at him and he laughed before attacking your neck with kisses again.

You had no way of knowing Clark was watching

You also had no idea he was beyond head over heels with obsessing over you

You were getting ya groove on, Stella

Bruce just be petty

Anyway. Clark was just as bad.

"Hey Bruce," you fumbled out, trying your best to ignore the sexy superhuman making a meal of you.

"Busy?" he asked, the intentional question missing you entirely as your focus was on Clark's warm, swirling tongue tickling your clit.

"I...not particularly," you said, your eyes meeting his. A smirk played at his lips, eyes rolling back to his work. He'd absolutely heard him and he was being pretty petty about it. Particularly when he'd deliberately sucked the sensitive bud of your clit into his mouth just as you were responding.

"Odd. I thought Kent would be hovering around you like he always is," was Bruce's snide reply, though it was Clark's light snort that made you laugh a bit.

"You sound a little jealous," you taunted lightly, aiming the comment at the both of them. Clark's eyes cut up to you again and he pulled back with an intentionally obnoxious smack that made you bite your lip and hope your phone didn't pick that up.

"I am a little bit. He seems a bit taken with you," Bruce laughed softly. It took all in you not to swallow your tongue when Clark had shifted to press his thick shaft through your folds.

"You think so?" you exhaled casually, glaring weakly at him as he loomed above your face, arm resting above your head.

He was so fuckin petty

His eyes held yours as he swept into you with smooth, deep thrusts, warm, dry lips dipping to peck yours every now and then. It was too fuckin good to feel bad about the pout in Bruce's voice.

"You're right. Maybe I am a little envious since he gets to be with you all the time."

"Valid. But you know, you're worrying an awful lot for somebody who's not my boyfriend either," you purred with a cute laugh, though it was more from Clark's lips brushing yours. His hand shifted your leg to angle over his as your hips rocked together. It felt like a reward.

Bruce let out another breathy laugh and you felt a little guilty for how much it turned you on. Especially when Clark started quietly competing for your attention by nibbling on your neck.

These fuckin men

"Is that an invitation?" he purred at you, leaving a pause for you to take for your own use.

"...Are you asking for it to be?" you swallowed, the delicious pressure of familiar pressure building steadily as Clark picked up his pace. You felt him throbbing inside you, probably just as excited as you were about your naughty antics. Of course he was getting off to the fantasy of fuckin Bruce over.

"Answering a question with a question. Touché."

"I'm ruthless, remember?" you laughed, testing the waters on both ends with yet another sassy question. In truth, you were trying to swallow the groan that was working its way into your throat. Because Clark's thrusts were greedy now. You quietly gasped when one of his thrusts hit a particularly sensitive spot. You were really getting the sense that he wanted you to hang up now.

"I noticed. Why else would you be gasping and groaning in my ear like that?” You paused, your blood running a bit cold.

"I'm not judging you for using your toys, but to do it when I can't touch you. That's low," he continued, light humor and longing in his voice.

You swallowed, eyes meeting Clark's. You knew he'd heard that. The wicked smirk was evident enough. The way your body reacted made you hate yourself. It felt entirely too fuckin good.

"I...Um. I'll talk to you later."

"...Do you have to?"

You paused, thumb so close to the red phone on your screen.

You could've pretended not to hear him.

Just could've hit the damn button and hang up

But nooooo

"Bruce Wayne. Are you telling me to touch myself to the sound of your voice?"

"That too far?" he asked, amused. Clark stroked you idly now, carefully studying your reaction. He made you sick sometimes.

"Can't lie. It's kinda hot," you said aloud, though you weren't certain who you were even talking to at that point, but both seemed to be very pleased by your reply. Clark kissed your neck with lingering pecks, destroying your train of thought. "What are you doing right now?"

"About to go into a meeting," he said casually, the background voices testament to his claim.

"You're incorrigible."

"You haven't hung up yet," he purred, the smirk evident in his voice.

Your eyes rolled shut. You were already starting to tighten around the Dick of Steel. You weren't gonna last much longer if they both kept this up.

"You're gonna be late."

"Then cum or hang up."

You wanted to smack him

Well

It was kinda adorable and hot

Clark's strokes slowed to a dangerous crawl, the tingling pressure of being on the edge rising in your loins. You tried to buck a bit to make him speed up, but his hips held you in place. You were gonna die. You let out a frustrated laugh.

"Well?" Bruce said, his tone matching the daring look Clark was giving you. The dangerous look in his eyes making you throb. You swallowed, giving him quiet permission to keep going.

"I...."

You let out an audible gasp when he pressed deeper into you, the wave of edging enhancing every roll of his hips into yours. A friction that was steadily increasing in speed. He was eager. Needy. Starving.

You couldn't lie. So were you.

It didn't take him any time at all to have you making desperate, wanton sounds. Gasping and groans that you barely recognized as your own slid past your lips as you clung to him, hanging on for dear life as he pounded you mercilessly into the mattress. There was absolutely no chill. Just pure 100% concentrated pettiness.

You knew it was to make a point. Without even saying it, he was laying claim to your pussy. It was his. He knew this. You knew this.

The lady in 2B in the apartment below probably knew it at this point...and she wore a hearing aid.

You were gonna have to apologize for that later

With wine

The mattress squeaked unforgivingly beneath you, making you briefly wonder about the integrity of your bedframe, but that soon left your head when it all hit you at once.

A pleased hum shook from your throat as he rode you through your orgasm, chasing his own. Your body twitched a bit from over stim, but you didn't want him to stop. He was making you see stars.

Bruce breathed a small, breathy laugh, reminding you he was still there. "I liked that more than I'm willing to admit."

He sounded a little frustrated

But your mind was still dizzy with ecstasy

You barely even registered what he said while Clark was filling you to the brim

These fuckin men

"I know you did," you gasped out with a satisfied laugh, laughing a bit louder when Clark rolled so that you were resting on top of him. He smiled up at you, pecking your lips gently. "Now go to work."

"I will when I see you this weekend," he smirked, hanging up before you could respond.

Fuckin Bruce

Clark rolled his eyes, but he was too damn smirky to take seriously

Afterwards, you saw him off before having a quiet day to yourself, having a nice hot bubble bath and catching up with on your favorite shows.

Your phone started ringing and vibrating, prompting you to get up with a smirky groan. You weren't sure which one was calling, but.

But.

The masked man in your room, holding your phone was neither of them.

"Let's go for a little ride."

(Part 9)

(Part 11)

[skylarmoon71]

Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 1

“Why me.” 

Diana warned you to lay low. 

When she brought you here, you promised that you would be on your best behavior. Maybe she just saw something in you that was similar to herself when she was young. 

That’s why you made a promise to always make her proud. 

That was a bit difficult given your temper. 

Being an amazon probably didn’t help. 

Despite all that, you tried your hardest to stay out of trouble. You got great grades. You kept your friend group small. You tried to blend in the best you could and avoid being anywhere in the vicinity of those guys. 

“Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent, (Y/N) Prince.” 

The second you heard the call for groups, you could feel your annoyance rise. Clark sent you a smile, in which you returned with a glare. He raised a brow, looking away awkwardly. 

“Hey Chloe, is it me or is she glaring at us?” 

Chloe looked over to see your frown. 

“It’s just you.” She replied happily. 

You sighed heavily, turning your head as you tried to listen to the instructions for the project. 

It’s not like you hated Clark and his group of friends. It’s just that trouble seemed to follow that crew around. After you almost got suspended for scaring a bully, you were already walking on thin ice. You didn’t want to try your luck, and now you were teamed up with this duo.

Just great.

~

“So I was thinking since Clark is such good friends with a certain billionaire we can just ask him for help. “ 

“Chloe, we can’t just use Lex whenever we get one of these projects.” 

“Come on Clark, what’s the use of having a billionaire in your pocket if you never use him.” 

Sitting in the Talon, they just went back and forth like that for who knows how long. 

You were trying to get through as much of your book as possible. Which was a great distraction from them. 

“Hey, isn’t your mom like a millionaire activist?” 

“She’s not my mother.” 

Your harsh tone caught Chloe's attention, and you clenched your fist to control yourself. 

“You're a brilliant warrior, but your temper is your greatest ail. You need to learn to control it.” 

Diana’s words echoed, and you let out a breath. 

“Let me know what you plan to do.” 

Standing, you started packing away your books as you left. They both watched you walk away. 

“I think I upset her. Family must be a touchy subject.” Chloe states. 

Clark still looks a bit distant. He’s seen you around a lot, but he’s never had an actual conversation. Now that he really thinks back, it feels like you’ve been everywhere that he wasn’t. Given his track record he’s not that surprised. 

That evening when he visits Lex, he can’t help but bring up the conversation. 

“Someone in Smallville that doesn’t like a kent. That’s hard to believe.” Lex teases. Clark looks unamused. 

“I’m serious Lex. It seems like she hates me or something. We have this big project and I’m wondering if we should just get a change of partners.” 

“Well if you do that she’ll definitely hate you.” 

“What, why?” 

“Think about it, she’ll know that you asked for different partners.”

“You’re right.” 

That would definitely make the situation worse. 

“Have you tried talking to her? There might be a reason she dislikes you. Maybe something happened.” 

He can’t remember ever having a negative encounter with you. 

Regardless, it wouldn’t hurt. 

The following day Clark intends to do just that. 

He’d spent the better part of the day trying to track you down. It’s only after the school lets out that he catches sight of you. You’re sitting on the bleachers with your backpack. The field is empty, and it looks like you’re doing homework. 

Now was his chance. 

“Hey!” 

You turn your head, and your expression goes sour the second you see him. Closing your book, you begin packing away your things. Clark stops when he’s standing closer. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” 

“That’s okay. I was just leaving.” 

You heave the bag on your shoulder, and Clark steps forward, blocking your way. 

“Move.” 

Now he’s sure he isn’t imagining it. The hostility was definitely directed at him. 

“Why don’t you like me?” 

Your frown deepens, because it’s obvious he won’t move until you give him an answer. 

“You have the scent of a god.” 

Clark froze. 

“That’s why I’ve always been weary of you.”

He’s clearly caught off guard. 

“At first I thought I was imagining it. Because I left home, I just assumed I was manifesting it for comfort. But then I spoke to Diana. As it turns out I have a gift for detecting strong beings. You aren’t of this planet, are you?” 

Your speech has changed significantly, and now Clark is the one who is weary. But he’s unsure of what. The fact that you don’t seem afraid that he might be an alien, or that you’re so confident that you know his secret. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” 

His best option is to feign obliviousness. You just smile. One that displays a level of understanding. He has to say, it’s the first time he’s truly seen you wear an expression that isn’t cold or serious. 

“I get why you would try to hide it, we all just want to be normal.” 

You sound a lot more like a high school student now. Clark swallows. 

“I can sense how different you are. Maybe that’s why you get into so many tough situations. Initially I thought you just had bad luck. But I’ve read some of the reports and I can feel it now that we’re speaking. Your sense of justice seems to outweigh everything else. You’re trying to fix the world, just like Diana.” 

Clark is still silent.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. See you tomorrow Clark.” 

Nothing else is said, you just walk away and Clark is left contemplating everything. 

Safe to say the continuation of that project is a bit tense. 

The assignment to find and interview a corporate manager of your choice was easy. Chloe had finally relented when Clark insisted he didn’t want to bother Lex. So you all had chosen a random establishment. You did your part, and you didn’t miss the subtle looks Clark kept sending your way. 

Now sitting in the library as you all put the information into a paper, his glances are much harder to mask. At one point you catch him. He does his best to look away and you just sigh. 

“I’m going to get a drink.” You inform. Chloe nods, typing away vigorously. Clark lifts his head, and when you break the corner, he stands. 

“I’m gonna grab a snack.” 

Chloe barely acknowledges, waving her hand off.

Clark rushes off to the back where the vending machine is located. 

“Are you following me now?” 

You appear behind him. 

He flinches, turning to you. 

“N-No I was just getting a snack.” 

He points at the vending machine. You don’t believe a word he says. 

“Your friends, they don’t know, do they?” 

His intention is to fully deny it, but it’s clear that any lie he intends to present would not work. He doesn’t like how easily you seem to see right through him. 

“They don’t.” 

He finally admits. 

“I can’t imagine it being easy, masking as a mortal. Although I can’t say that I’ve met a being like you before.”

You circle him in interest and he turns with you a bit awkwardly.

“You’re not a witch, or a demigod, at least not like Diana.” 

You take a step, sniffing and he lifts his hand. 

“A-Are you smelling me?” 

You nod, moving back, eyes wide with awe.

“You’re a Kryptonian…” 

Clark looks alarmed at how quick you made such a connection. 

“How do you know that!” 

He half whispers half yells as he takes your arm and begins to guide you out the back. 

You stumble for a second, clearly taken by surprise. His strength is impressive. Before you even get to the door, you grab his wrist. He’s stunned when you spin him around and pin him to the wall. He grunts, face now pressed to the wall at the force and your eyes are once again hard. 

“I don’t enjoy being handled, kryptonian.” 

He realizes now that he’s underestimated your strength.

He can’t get free, and you finally release him. 

There goes your temper again. 

“Sorry.” You mumble. 

Clark massages his wrist, then shakes his head. It’s been instinct for him to be guarded. No one has ever made him this quickly without at least catching a glimpse of his powers. 

“I should apologize. I’m just not used to people knowing my secret.” 

That you can understand. 

“I’ve read about you. Encounters from my ancestors. You smell alien. So my evaluation is that you’re either kryptonian or martian. The other galaxies are a lot further. Certain species tend to avoid earth due to its atmosphere. Your kind has a better tolerance. The sun enhances your abilities. “

Clark isn’t used to someone knowing this much about him. 

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to say anything.” 

There’s that code switch again. It always seems to take him by surprise. He doesn’t sense any kind of malice, but he’s learned that it’s never smart to just trust random beings. Especially ones that held strength that rivals his own. 

“Why would you help me?” 

It’s not a bad question. Given how you’ve acted around him, you shouldn’t be surprised that he’s questioning your motives. 

“Because spilling your secret wouldn’t exactly do me a whole lot of good. Besides..” You look away a bit bashfully. 

“My mother told me once that Kryptonians are usually very loyal. I don’t see a reason that I shouldn’t trust you.” 

Clark deflates. Because just a second ago you looked like you would punch a hole in him. 

Now you’re almost blushing and he can’t help but think that it’s cute. It’s apparent that he’ll have to put his trust in you. Because given the situation there isn’t really anything he can do. 

It’s obvious that with you, nothing is as it seems.

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Farmer!Clark who gets a little jealous when people try to flirt with his wife at the farmer's market. She's wearing just the cutest sundress and picking out fruits and vegetables while he's sizing up the vendor.

Farmer!Clark who eats everything his wife makes. Even if it comes out poorly, he's eating it up and she places a kiss on his beard before walking away. He does feed the rest of it to Krypto, "It's great, honey,".

Farmer!Clark who keeps his hands firmly attatched to his wife's ass or hips at all times. Okay, he is not letting her go for shit. Same goes for when they're having sex because he doesn't not care if she's bouncing on his dick, or if he's slamming into her from behind, trust his hands will be gripping something.

Farmer!Clark who likes to watch his wife tend to her garden while he's wrestling with the haybales and feeding the livestock. She always has a glass of cool lemonade waiting for him when he's done.

Farmer!Clark who notices how his wife always looks a little sad when the school bus drives by their house without stopping. "One kid wouldn't hurt," he thought as he neglected to pull out one night.

Farmer!Clark who dotes on his pregnant wife and makes her stay hydrated in the Kansas sun. He reads up on various pregnancy trends and even listens to the old women of the community about what the different cravings mean.

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"In the Dark"

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The bar was loud, every inch of space taken with a body, laughter mixing with loud voices, someone sang off pitch. A few televisions blasted music or sports. The sound of pool balls clattering against each other filtered up the stairs, there were a few people lined up for the bathroom.

You were more than a little tipsy, having left work and heading straight for the bar. You needed to unwind, in more than one way. Drinking wasn't everyone's favorite thing in the world- you? You loved it. Even the nasty hangovers that took all day and a half to get rid of.

But right now you were upstairs above the bar with the owner, not so much a bartender but it hadn't been a lie. James did tend the bar, he just happened to own it and live above it.

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It Got Worse

Clark Kent x Wayne!reader

Bruce Wayne thought that the worst thing to ever happen to him was his darling little sister developing a crush on his best friend, but oh boy, it gets worse.

Warnings: reader is Bruce’s adopted sister, Clark is a SIMP, fluff, pregnancy

WC: 487

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“Kal, stop staring at her. You look like a fucking creep.” Clark snapped back to reality, shaking himself from his daydreams. Bruce glared at him with a stern expression, his eyes dark with a raging anger reserved only for those who royally pissed him off.

Clark blushed and looked away, although he was conscious not to look even vaguely in your direction anymore. “It’s not being creepy, it’s being in love.” He retorted with a pout. Bruce scoffed.

“Actually the technical term is stalking.”

“She’s my fiancée.”

“She’s my sister.” Clark harrumphed and slumped down in the conference room chair. Obviously Bruce was going to get the kryptonite from his “super secret safe” if Clark even dared think about looking your way again, so the Kryptonian focused his ears and began to listen to your heartbeat instead. “Don’t.” Batman growled.

“I wasn’t even doing anything!” He whined, throwing his arms up into the air like a petulant toddler. 

“You two are already getting a whole day where the two of you can fawn all over each other and I am being forced to be there. So please, spare me the love-sick glances and blatantly inappropriate thoughts you are having about my little sister, until then.” Considering that the end of the conversation, Bruce turned back to his work, assuming that Clark would follow his lead. 

But instead there was a rush of air, causing the documents that had been carefully laid out on the table to scatter everywhere. With a heaving sigh, the older man looked up to see his future brother-in-law cradling you in his arms, lathering your face with sloppy kisses as you screamed with laughter.

Yet Bruce couldn’t help but smile. He remembered only two years ago when you would frequently collapse onto his couch, spouting about how in love with Clark you were and no matter what you did, he never reciprocated. In desperation for saving not only your happiness, but also his own sanity, Bruce had outright told Superman to ask you out. And he had been living to regret it ever since. 

Yes, you were happy and so was his best friend but the honeymoon phase had never ended. That led to an overabundance of pda, way way too many pet names, and a legitimate concern that Clark would drop dead the moment he saw you in your wedding gown.

You were trying to push your fiancé away, but he wouldn’t budge, instead one large hand slipped under your large shirt to cup your soft stomach. You placed your own hand on top of his as your lips met in an achingly soft kiss. Clark’s blue eyes sparkled with tears as you cooed something to him that your brother could not hear.

By the time the hero fell to his knees to kiss where his hand had just occupied, the realisation slapped Bruce in the face. This has just gotten worse.

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Some sneak peaks on my first story series that I've been working on lately.

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You take a sharp breath as you blink, only to find yourself spawled on a soft mattress, you tried to move but failed. Suddenly, you heard a groan next to you as the bed moved a bit, and a muscled arm made its way to your waist, bringing you closer to someone toned bare chest.

Your breath hitched as you felt a warm breath fanned on your neck before he placed a soft kiss on it before whispering right into your ear.

“what are you doing?”

His voice is deep, whispering at you soothingly as he caresses your waist slowly.

“you're now forever mine, darling.”

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A/n: this might change a bit later.

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The last fic I wrote was almost 4 years ago! Holy crap, it's been forever. I haven't stopped writing, just have been working on original stories instead. But I really do miss these characters. And I still haven't watched the final season of SPN. I just can't do it. I also, literally, can not watch it because I cancelled my Netflix subscription lol.

I have been watching Smallville though. And I've got like 10+ Clark fic ideas. I remember watching this show as a teenager and I forgot how hard I used to crush on Clark lol; and Chloe. Too bad what became of the actress who played her.

Anyways, would anyone be interested in Clark Kent fics? Or were y'all just sticking around hoping for some more Dean fics (I don't blame you lol).

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Clark Kent x Black Witch reader ft Jon Kent

Okay new story idea You and Clark are in a relationship soon are going to get married you have been helping him raise his son Jon who you absolutely adore! But there's an issue he comes home upset you try to talk to him but he tells you everything is fine that is no big deal just had a hard day at school so you believe them making a little snack and then he starts coming home even more upset and kind of starts ignores you to the point that you get upset and tell him if there's something wrong that he needs to tell you and he snaps and tells you that you are not his mother and to leave him alone, which breaks your heart so you leave him alone Clark comes home from a mission sees that you are upset asks what happened but just tell him everything is fine, the next day you leave the house, Jon wakes up late (you usually wake him up for school and make him breakfast) noticing that your gone he freaks tf out I mean this kid is speeding around the house and the barn looking for you while screaming for you asking where you are he thinks that you left him and his father because of the hurtful words he said and falls to the floor in tears thankfully Clark comes home and sees Jon crying asks him what's wrong but Jon just continues crying screaming

"She left I made mom leave I want my mom! I want mom!"

Clark thinks he's talking about Lois (they got a divorce) that's when you walk through the door holding groceries and a giant cake that you secretly baked with the words "Happy 10th birthday Jonathan Kent!" on top with a Superman and Batman symbol you ask "What is going on?" That's when Jon runs towards you giving you a hug a really tight one apologizing saying that he didn't mean to hurt your feelings that you were his mother that he didn't mean to make you upset and don't ever leave him again.

Later after calming down the poor boy he explains the real reason why he was so upset that day after school was because he's been getting bullied by other kids about you not being his real mother and that he didn't have a mom because no one loved him, Clark was upset after finding out that Jonathan had yelled at you but was also upset that he was being bullied something he understood you calmed him down tell him Jonathan's words which did hurt you but you could understand because you weren't his actual mother you didn't give birth to him but you did help raise him (Lois wasn't in Jon's life that much after the divorce and you've been helping take care of Jon since he was a 5 year old)

Jon hugs you again and tells you that he didn't care about what people at school thought anymore after he woke up and realized you were home he had thought you had abounded him which you reassured him was not the case that you just went to your grandmother's house to get his birthday cake hoping to make him feel better which it did everyone hugged and played games that night and celebrated Jon's birthday. The next day you take Jon to school on your motorcycle scaring his bullies and maybe used your powers and them think they weren't wearing nith but their pajamas, you loved that boy and weren't going let some little brats make him question your love for him as his mother.