#tom welling drabble

[daylighted]

ㅤ♡ㅤjust a little more, with [ doe!reader ] & [ clark kent ] ㅤ (18+!!)

you always beg him so pretty. tears pouring from your eyes, saliva pooled in the corners of your parted, panting lips, a glossy thin sheen of sweat coating every inch of your soft skin.

clark's thumb traces gingerly over your cheekbone, revenant touches over each part of your face that his large palms can get his fingers on. you've stilled in his lap, legs tired and going numb, pelvis sore.

"c'mon, pretty girl," he mumbles, his thumb trailing its way up to your lip, tracing across the kiss-swollen, pinkened skin. "you can take it," he leans up to nuzzle his cheek against your tearstained one, brushing your hair away from your face with his nose until his lips are against your earlobe.

your head shakes, and you sniffle softly, burying your face into the crook of his shoulder. his free hand finds its way to your thigh, tracing light, mindless shapes on the trembling muscle with his fingernail. "you can, sweet girl," clark insists, tongue tracing along the shell of your ear with his gentle words. "look at me. can you look at me when i'm talkin' to you, angel?"

his fingers trace along your jaw as he guides your head back toward him, forehead to forehead. "there she is," he whispers, just as reverent as his touch is. you're glass to him, even if you don't think it right now. he's terrified to shatter or crack you. "hi," he says with a small, breathless laugh.

"hi," you manage to choke out, your voice gone, your body spent, and clark has the audacity to look at you like he has no intention of stopping, like he'd done nothing at all so far, even though he'd brought you to a violent, trembling orgasm at least four times now. one more, he pressed earlier, when the tears prickling in the corners of your eyes had started to spill, just one more. five's lucky, isn't it?

five didn't feel lucky. five felt like overstimulation, trembling muscles, hot tears sliding down flushed cheeks.

"look how good you're doin' for me, angel," he says, his two fingers taking your chin between them and guiding your head downwards to watch as he shifted his hips, just enough to remind you that he was still buried deep in your swollen pussy. you were sore, and overwhelmed, and the feel of it is just enough to draw a whimper out of your lips. "i know it's a lot, i do, but i also know how strong my pretty girl is."

his praise is enough to relight the fire within you. a second wind, clark'd probably say; a fatal mistake, you'd probably correct.

clark's palm flattens on your thigh when you start to move again on him, slow drawn out circles of your hips, unable to lift yourself too much to properly ride him. still, even just like this, you could feel him stretching you open, even so deep within your wet heat.

his head falls back against the wood of his headboard with a hollow knock, eyes fluttering back open as he watches you through the thick black veil of his eyelashes.

"you're so good to me," he says, his words only slightly slurred through his haze of pleasure, compared to the whimpering, whining mess you were atop him, "jus' a little more, jus' like this, yeah?"

"mhm," you manage through your clenched teeth and pouted lips, letting his hand wrapped around your thigh guide you, support your weight, as your movements become more deliberate.

his lips quirk, dimples punctuating his smile in the soft skin of his cheeks. his hand on your face slips up, up, just enough to press his thumb on your bottom lip and tug it down, slipping the thick digit into your mouth. the pad of it presses ever so slightly down on your tongue, muffling every noise starting back up in the back of your throat.

clark's hips start to lift, meeting each downward grind of your pussy around him with an extra bit of gentleness that he only reserves for you. he could be rougher ─ had been rougher, earlier ─ but he never pushed more than he knew you could take. breaking you in any way was something that he'd never forgive himself for.

except... like this. when even just a couple of deep thrusts into your tight, soaked walls brought those soft sobs out of you again. "shh," he mumbles, his voice roughened with his grunts but still so, so soft for you, "just like this, baby, you're doing so good... just a little more..."

tags. @deansbeer @titsout4jackles @deansbite DO I. HAVE ANY OTHER SMALLVILLE MOOTS IDK PLSSS

[wchswift]

✰ IN YOUR ARMS

→ summary: you and clark have been dating for almost a month and he is insecure about saying that he is in love with you.

⤿ clark kent x reader / cw: smallville-era, fluff, soft romance.

⤿ word count! 986

lina yaps: I'm writing so many things at the same time and I have a lot of unfinished writing in my drafts waiting to be posted, but I started watching smallville again and I thought it was a crime when I found out that there are barely any fics for him, so I had to join in and write something :3

Clark Kent feels like a colossal idiot in your presence.

It’s been almost a month now—twenty-seven days, not that he’s counting—since he started dating you, and somehow he still can’t string five coherent sentences together when you're in the room. You smile, and he short-circuits. You laugh, and he stares at you like you hung the stars. The worst part? He knows he’s obvious about it.

Embarrassingly whipped. Chloe’s words, not his.

Every look from you, every absentminded touch or sleepy smile you toss his way is a one-way ticket to catastrophe. He’d drop anything just to be near you. Academical work? Forget it. Farm chores? He’ll make it up to his dad. You? You say his name and he’s there—tall, soft, and probably blushing.

And okay, maybe it’s a little pathetic how he trails after you like a lost puppy, all wide eyes and furrowed brows whenever you frown. But how is he supposed to play it cool when you keep doing things like… wearing his flannel like it’s yours, or resting your head on his shoulder like it’s home?

Clark’s been alive for nineteen years, and he’s never felt like this. Not even close. It’s terrifying. And exhilarating. And so much more than he knows what to do with.

He might be in love with you.

But he’s not an idiot—not that much of an idiot. He knows better than to say something that heavy this soon. He doesn’t want to scare you off, even if the words sit just behind his teeth every time you touch his arm or say his name all sleepy and sweet.

It’s how he’s here now, on your bed, halfway through a cheesy horror movie you insisted on, while you’re tucked into his side, wrapped up in your favorite blanket—his hoodie, for good measure, your head heavy against his chest. You’re barely awake, fingers twitching under the blanket. Clark’s arm wraps around you automatically, protective and soft, like he’s scared you’ll vanish.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he hums, his voice low and affectionate, brushing his lips against the crown of your head.

You make a small, drowsy noise, but don’t budge.

Clark smiles to himself, stretching out a little more on your bed to hold you better. He tilts your chin up gently with the hand draped over your shoulder, coaxing your gaze to meet his.

“You’ve been begging me to watch this movie all week, baby.” There’s amusement in his voice, but it’s tangled with fondness. “You’re awful, y’know that? Can’t get through a single movie without you drifting off.”

He clicks his tongue, shakes his head with mock disapproval, but his eyes are warm and impossibly soft as he looks down at you. “It’s criminal, really.”

You mumble something in protest—something that might be “I’m listening” or “Shut up”—but it’s sleepy and tangled in a yawn.

Clark grins. God, he adores you.

You stir beside him, shifting onto your back, blinking at him. “Why’re you staring?” you ask, voice thick with sleep.

“Wasn’t staring,” he lies, quickly looking away. “Just… you snored.”

You smack his chest weakly. “I did not.”

He laughs, the sound deep and warm. “Maybe a little.”

There’s a pause.

Then you sigh, softer this time. “Sorry I keep falling asleep.”

Clark shakes his head. “Don’t be. I like it.”

You blink up at him, surprised. “You like when I fall asleep on you?”

“I like being near you,” he says simply, and it’s the truth. Maybe the most honest thing he’s said all day.

You go quiet for a second, just watching him. Your fingers slide under the hem of his shirt, lazy and familiar, and Clark feels his heart stutter.

“You’re acting weird tonight,” you say, not accusing—just curious.

Clark swallows. “Yeah, I just…” He hesitates. Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it.

“I was thinking about how I’m, uh, really lucky to have you.”

Your face softens instantly. “Clark.”

He keeps going, nervous now. “I mean, you didn’t have to say yes. When I asked you out. I’m not exactly—like, I’m kind of awkward. And I ramble. And I trip over stuff. A lot. Especially when you’re around. And you’re so… you. And I’m just…” He trails off.

You blink, stunned for a moment.

Then you laugh. Not at him—never at him. It’s the kind of laugh that makes his whole body relax, the one that tells him you’re not going anywhere.

“Clark Kent,” you say, reaching up to brush his hair back, “you’re kind of an idiot.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, embarrassed.

“But you’re my idiot,” you finish, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Clark freezes.

Then melts.

“You’re not scaring me off,” you say quietly, like you know. “If you ever have something to say—say it. I’m not going anywhere.”

He looks at you then, really looks at you—tired eyes, messy hair, hoodie wrapped around you—and his heart gives in.

“I think I love you,” he says before he can stop himself.

Silence.

Then your smile blooms, slow and full of light. “Good,” you whisper. “Because I know I love you.”

Clark stares. “Wait. You what—?”

But your laugh cuts him off again, and your lips meet his before he can finish the thought.

The horror movie keeps playing in the background, forgotten.

And Clark?

He doesn’t feel like an idiot anymore.

Not with you beside him.

Not when you’re his.

Awfully, wonderfully, completely his.

𖤐 reblogs and feedback are appreciated! requests are also welcome, ty!

⛥ main masterlist.

tags: @daylighted @deansbeer @titsout4jackles (the only smallville moots i know, pls tell me if i have more out there!!)

[st4rfckerz]

clark kent is the kind of guy to plan out his entire future with you while he’s balls deep and absolutely pussy drunk. his body is pressed against yours with his head buried in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily while making scarcely comprehensible promises in your ear. the fantasies swirl in his mind, becoming more vivid as he gets closer and closer.

“ ‘m gonna marry you, a-and we can have a farm of our own, ah- and a big house with kids, fuck…jus’ want it all with you please.” and then in true clark fashion he gets a tad embarrassed about what he said after he’s done, but you both know he really means it.

[beaucate]

๑°⋆｡ ୨୧ nsfw . . . blurb for the mean time bcz im busy </3 — it’s meant to be awkward but i also haven’t written anything suggestive in a while so be patient pleek!!

you were sprawled half-asleep on the couch within the kent’s barn, painkillers smudging your vision into a blur of purple and black hues, when suddenly; clark’s heavy boots thudded up the loft stairs.

his red flannel was rolled to his elbows — forearms streaked with light dirt, and all you could do was stare dumbly as he crouched beside you, all broad shouldered and nervously sweating.

“ma said you’re still… y’know.” he gestured vaguely at his jaw, cheeks pink as your drool coated the plush of your swollen lips.

“still dying,” you slurred, tilting your head back with a light thud. the motion made the room spin. “s’your fault. your mom’s apple pie is a calling for cavities”

he huffed a half-hearted laugh, and sat on the edge of the couch near you.

in your dazed state; you hadn’t realised how close he was until his knee bumped yours, denim rough against your bare leg, as your skirt scrunched upwards. his hands flexed, like he’d wanted to touch but held himself back.

“let me,” he muttered, but his gruff tone didn’t match the way his fingers trembled when he cupped your chin.

you let him pry your mouth open, too hazy to care about your dignity — and gasped softly when the rough pad of his thumb pressed into the swelling ache. your tongue involuntarily (or so you tell yourself) brushed his calloused skin, and he made a noise; a low, almost pained grunt— before he shifted closer.

the old couch creaked dangerously as he leaned in, his hip accidentally slotting against yours.

you both froze.

for a pregnant pause, all you felt was the heat of him, the hard line of his muscular thigh pressing into the sensitive skin of your legs. the way his breath stuttered when your knee slipped between his.

“clark-“ you breathed out, his thumb still pressing against your gums, and sliding slowly so that it brushed against the inside of your cheeks and on your tongue.

he was already moving, a hand slipping from your face to lean against the worn out pillow behind you. that small shift of his body had made him slide forward, his larger body pinning yours deeper into the couch.

your hips rocked up, ‘accidentally’, and his free hand gripped down on your waist, holding you still.

“don’t,” he stuttered out, eyes wild.

though his own words fell to deaf ears, because you weren’t sure who moved first.

maybe it was the arch of your back. but suddenly he was everywhere all at once, the thick muscle of his chest crushing against your hardened nipples, and his knee nudged your legs wider. it was all so clumsy, and reeked of desperation; his hips jerking forward once, before he had to wrench himself back like he’d been shocked.

“i-i have to-, tractor,” he stammered, jumping hurriedly himself off the couch, your saliva connecting a line from his thumb to your lips. he tripped over his own boots, catching himself on the doorframe, and fled.

you laid there, heart jackhammering, and underwear chafing against your swollen bud. your tooth still throbbed, but the pain dulled in comparison to the way he’d looked at you, like he wanted to eat you alive, and like it terrified him.

[jjmbbg]

"Hold"

cw: clark kent x fem!reader, unprotected sex p in v (no hat, no party), overstimulation, bites, aftercare.

(pics from pinterest)

Your skin was sticky, muscles deliciously sore and enjoying his hands calloused from farm work stroking your sldes, lips kissing your neck softly soothing the sting of his bites, his tongue tracing the marks of his teeth on your delicate, soft skin. You hummed at Clark's touch, your hands using his shoulders as support while your legs were propelled up and down, feeling his thick cock filling you up so well, in the most addictive way possible.

He held your hips tightly, guiding your needy movements along his cock, his breath hot and ragged against your shoulder, neck and ear, eyes shut tight as he drank into the perfect way you took him, the way his cock disappeared into your pussy. His hands squeezed the soft flesh of your hips and ass, kneading it roughly, with no fucking mercy and leaving his fingers marked on your skin.

You pressed your breasts against his collarbones, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you rode him like crazy. "Eyes on me" he commanded as he pounded into you, the bed creaking beneath you two. "Wanna see your face when you come on me, alright?" his voice was restrained with pleasure and need to see you come undone once more.

"'s too much..." you whimpered breathlessly, moving up and down on his cock, hearing the squelch of your arousal at every self-thrust. Your body was overstimulated, considering this was your fourth orgasm and that you were being stuffed with his cum like a damn turkey. "Babe- it's too much!"

"No, no, you got this" he whispered hands gripping you tighter, refusing to let you got or to let you stop unless it was really necessary. "C'mon, baby. You can go a little while longer. I know you can"

His words of praise were a little booster to your certainly uncoordinated movements, which Clark had to help you with with his huge hands. Your orgasm was just around the corner, about to whip you and drive you crazy like always. He was fascinated by the way you moaned, even if he had heard you do it several times already, he was in love with the way your channel received him. He was captivated by just your mere existence.

You moaned one last time his name, sounding like the chant of the angels themselves when you ascend to heaven, because to him you were perfect like one. Your orgasm left you with a cloudy mind and your body almost numb, a delicious soreness in your muscles, addictive. Whining softly, you felt Clark coming undone inside of you, the liquid filling your pussy and keeping your insides all warm.

"You did it, see?" he chuckled, voice ragged. "I knew you could do it. You always do" slow and carefully, Clark pulled out of your pussy, his eyes fixed on the pearly liquid that still united you two. He hummed in approval, hands caressing your sides soothingly, brushing then your hair off your sweaty forehead. "You okay?"

Despite his rough grip, his hoarse voice and look full of fire and passion, his voice changed into something a little softer, lips kissing your temple gently, waiting for any sign of discomfort or anything that could tell him exactly how you felt.

"Better than okay" you replied after catching your breath. You turned your head a little and kissed him softly, your lips touching his with love. "But I'm really sore now, y'know?"

Clark chuckled again, scooping you in his arms and carried you bridal style towards the bathroom —thank God you were home alone with him, so you could be naked without really risking yourselves—. "A shower might help, right?" he teased, kicking the door open and shutting it, leaving you sitting on the closed toilet lid.

As he let the tub fill up, he crouched in front of you, your eyes seeing him in all his glory, without any shame you've seen him naked so many times that you already knew every inch of his body. He cupped your cheek with one hand and snogged, his lips a gentle touch ―completely contradictory to the way he fucked you earlier, the way he marked you with teeth and lips.

You hummed in the kiss, hands gripping onto his shoulders, enjoying the serenity and love with which he kissed you. Clark broke the kiss, helping you to stand up and get in the bathtub, hlm getting behind you.

"'s okay" he whispered in your ear, hands cupping water and letting it wet your skin and hair. "Let me take care of you"

He soaped every part of your body carefully, his hands moving carefully as his hands reached your private parts, knowing that you were still sensitive from the previous activity. He cleaned gently your legs and groin, fingers tracing gently around your folds to clean up the remains of his cum and your own fluids.

"There, all clean" Clark said softly, kissing your bitten shoulder. You nodded slowly, turning around in your spot, the water spilling over a little in the tub with your movements. "What are you even doing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Cleaning you" you replied with obviousness, wetting his chest, arms and back to clean him up. "Or what? You think you're the only one who can do this?" you wiggled your eyebrows, peckinh his nose.

Oh, man, his smile... you really had him in love and your mercy, totally wrapped around your little finger.

[lisbvn]

hi so Clark’s first make out, if you’re comfortable writing that? I just think he’d be so flustered

clark kent x reader contents : kissing, fluff, lovesick clark word count : 489 A/N : you had me blushing in the bus just thinking about this anon 😮‍💨 hope it’s what you were looking for!!

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it starts slow

your lips brush against his in the faintest of touches, barely there, just enough to tease. his breath stutters, and you feel him tense under your hands, muscles wound tight beneath the soft fabric of his shirt.

you hum against his lips, tilting your head to kiss him properly, and that’s all it takes.

clark makes a quiet, needy sound in the back of his throat and suddenly, he’s kissing you like he’s been holding back for years. his hands slide up your back, pulling you closer, and he deepens the kiss clumsily—too eager, too desperate. his glasses slip down his nose, but he doesn’t seem to care.

you pull away just slightly, laughing breathlessly. “slow down,” you murmur, amused.

his eyes blink open, dazed and wide, and the realization of how quickly he got carried away hits him all at once. his face turns an adorable shade of red, ears burning, and he stammers, “sorry—I didn’t mean to—”

“it’s fine,” you interrupt softly, giving him a gentle smile. “you’re fine.”

he glances at you through thick lashes, the faintest blush creeping up his neck. “i just…i really want to get this right.”

you tilt your head, shifting a little closer, your fingers brushing lightly along his arm. “you are,” you say, your voice steady and warm, as you take his hand in yours.

he swallows hard, still unsure of himself but holding onto your hand like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. "i just—" he starts, but this time, you cut him off, lifting your other hand to his cheek, coaxing his focus back to you.

"just kiss me, clark," you whisper, almost teasing, but your voice is soft and inviting, and when his eyes flicker back to yours, there's something undeniable between you.

without another word, he leans in again, a little slower this time, a little more deliberate. he kisses you with the same gentle care, but this time there’s no rush. no desperation. it's just him, feeling your lips against his, taking his time to savor the way you feel, the way you fit together so easily.

you let him, enjoying the way he’s gradually letting go of the tension, the way his kisses become more confident as he finds his rhythm. his hand shifts, brushing your jaw, his thumb caressing the curve of your cheek as if he’s making a promise with each tender touch.

the world is quiet around you, and for a moment, there’s only the two of you, nothing to rush and nowhere to be.

when you pull back, this time it’s only for a second, just enough to meet his gaze. clark’s face is flushed, his lips slightly parted, and the smile that creeps across his face is shy but real.

“that was better,” he says quietly, his voice rougher than usual.

you laugh softly, brushing your thumb over his lip. “yeah,” you agree, “it was.”

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[internallysalad]

warnings: pure fluff, clark at peace, reader at peace, life is good :D

word count: 483

a/n: smallville the show you are!! currently on s3 and man is it LOVELY, clark kent ily and this drabble is exactly what my dreams are made of so enjoyyy <3 @lanadelreyscokewhor3 claire, i dedicate this to you bc your smallville rbs fuel me like red kryptonite does to clark hehe

to see clark kent at peace, cuddled close, holding you as he falls asleep - mouth a little open, no furrows in his brows, the slow rise and fall of his chest was something you cherished with all your heart. these days you saw him more asleep than awake, both your afternoons spent lazing around either on the barn couch or his bed or even on the wooden floor when the weather was warm and the air left a sheen of sweat on your skin. pillows scattered away from your vicinity, the hum of air through the windows, bird noises from the outside, the occasional vehicle passing by.

ever since you both started dating, clark kent realised how much joy physical touches can bring him - hugs, cuddles, hand holding, constantly having some part of yours in contact with him - it was bliss. touch starved since childhood, getting comfortable took time, communication, and boundary setting, but if you'd ask him to stop or move away, he would pull you even closer and not let go. you helped him calm down, de-stress, and days without you dragged on far longer than he wanted.

but when he discovered the magical abilities you possessed: the ability to give him the best, most well rested sleep of his life, his days literally turned into nights and his tensions eased into nothing as long as he had you close to him. after a stressful day full of saving people, running everywhere, crowded spaces, overstimulation and multiple nights of disturbed or no sleep, he would come home, plop onto the bed, slowly drag himself towards you with a knowing look in his eyes until you got the hint and let him lay his head on your chest.

he didn't need pillows, you were his pillow. "need you" he would say, wrapping his arms around your midsection, gently adjusting his head on your chest, taking a deep breath while you scrolled through your phone or told him about your day until his acknowledgements turned into hums and then into light snores. he would listen to your heartbeat fade away into his dreams until the world became silent and peace paused his thoughts.

and when you would hold him, it would feel like you're holding the world. so close to your heart, you could feel his breathing on your neck, the slow rise and fall of your chest matching and mismatching with his, the slight twitches his arms around you made- this boy was your world. and you were his. that is what made you smile and hold him all the more near.

there was a sense of vulnerability you would feel during these moments, feeling a sense of shyness creeping in when you admired him, tracing the curves of his brows, caressing your thumb over his cheekbones, kissing his forehead and nose- he was so stunning and all yours to adore.

[sabrinasopposite]

💌 emails or also called ,love letters' ;

💌 emails from: clark kent

emails i can't send; 💌

✧˖° chaos;

star of the show; pt 2

don’t you want me like i want you?

game-boy ! pt 2

santa doesn’t know you like i do ⋆⁺₊❅。

you'll always find your way back home ❀

💌 emails from: charlie baker

cruelest summer ☀️

drinks or coffee? / friends or lovers? / imperfect for you / moodboard of my lovely friend @collywobblvs /moodboard ft. @alelo23

💌 emails from: tom holland

afterglow (little women version)

the end of the world

spotless mind. (concept)

💌 emails from: peter parker

number one girl;

when peter met nellie...

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manchild; series.

these fanfics are for all my girlies all around the world- feel beautiful and in your own world with these fics! i love u girls so much ! 💌

[guardian-of-fun-times]

The Daily Planet newsroom buzzed with the usual morning rush—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, and reporters scrambling to meet deadlines. But today wasn’t just any ordinary day. No, today was April Fools’ Day, and you were about to make sure it would be one to remember.

You had spent the entire night plotting the perfect pranks, and while everyone in the office was fair game, your ultimate target was none other than Clark. Mr. Strait-Laced, always-so-serious Clark Kent.

You started small. Jimmy Olsen went to grab his morning coffee, only to find his mug mysteriously glued to the desk. Perry White sat down at his office chair, which you had lowered to the lowest setting, making him look like a child behind his desk. Lois Lane found her computer mouse wouldn’t budge because you’d taped the sensor underneath. Each reaction was better than the last, and you reveled in every laugh, every look of bewilderment, and every exaggerated groan of exasperation.

But Clark? Oh, Clark was your masterpiece.

You’d been patient—too patient—setting up the perfect storm. The Bluetooth speaker was carefully camouflaged behind his computer, tucked away where even his super vision might not immediately catch it. The air horn? Duct-taped to the base of his chair, just waiting for the right moment.

Now, it was just a matter of time.

You watched from your desk as Clark stood up, stretching his arms before grabbing his empty coffee mug. He made his way to the breakroom, unsuspecting, completely oblivious to the chaos that was about to unfold.

The moment he returned sitting his coffee mug on his desk, still standing and sifting through a stack of files, you struck.

With a single tap on your phone, the speaker blared to life with James Brown’s “I Feel Good.”

“WHOA!”

Clark jumped so hard he sent every single file in his hands flying into the air. Papers fluttered down like confetti as he clutched his chest, wide-eyed and stunned.

The newsroom fell silent for a second, then erupted into laughter.

Clark took a deep breath, shook his head with an amused smirk, and went to sit down—exactly what I was waiting for.

HONNNNNK!

The air horn beneath his chair blasted so loudly that Clark nearly fell out of his seat. He caught himself at the last second, gripping the desk with both hands, his face frozen in pure shock.

That was it. That was your breaking point.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, but it was no use. The laughter burst out of you in waves, your face turning a bright red as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You doubled over, gasping for air between uncontrollable giggles.

Clark exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before looking directly at you. “You!” He said, pointing an accusatory yet undeniably amused finger.

You shrugged innocently, struggling to contain my laughter. “April Fools?”

He sighed, shaking his head with an exaggerated display of resignation. “I should’ve known.”

Jimmy slapped Clark on the back, laughing. “Man, I have never seen you react like that. That was gold.”

Even Perry chuckled from his office, muttering something about how at least today’s pranks weren’t as bad as the time someone swapped his sugar with salt.

Clark took it all in stride, shaking his head with a smirk. “I’ll get you back for this, you know.”

You grinned, still wiping away tears of laughter. “Oh, Clark, you can try, but you’ll never see it coming.”

And with that, April Fools’ at the Daily Planet was officially a success.

[darknesswellcome]

[collywobblvs]

moodboard for @sabrinasopposite “drinks or coffee” fic series because i can’t stop thinking about them

(links to the fics: part 1 , part 2 , part 3)

college!charlie baker x photographer!reader

[daylighted]

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤlazy mornings . . . charlie baker.

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"shh," charlie whispers in your ear, each of the shallow thrusts between your pressed together legs enough to make the rickety bed shake against the wall. "gotta be quiet for me, alright?"

quiet was a word you weren't sure that anyone in the baker family knew the meaning of. outside of his closed and locked door, you could hear his siblings chasing each other down the halls, doors slamming and creaking open, voices coming and going.

charlie was used to it, you knew. impossible not to be. but that didn't make it any less nerve wracking to have the pressure of silence on your shoulders, lest one of his siblings catch wind that he was awake, and try to barge in.

his arm tightens around your chest, tugging you back into him, each shift of his hips grinding further into you. he was still tired, his movements lazy, but he always knew how to make you squirm.

your lips part in a shuddering breath, and his other hand atop your mouth loosens a little, his cheek nuzzling into the side of your neck. "sorry," he says, pressing little kisses on your skin, his morning voice rough against the smooth column of your throat.

you try to whisper back to him, but your words are caught there, right beneath his lips, and instead, all you can do is press your head backwards again, further into the warmth of his chest.

charlie shifts a little, moving you along with him, and the bed creaks a little too loudly, his cock stilling inside of you. listening, and waiting, for any sign that his family heard him starting to stir. your breath joins your words in your mouth, lodged behind every sound that wants to come out.

"i think it's okay," you whisper into his fingers, pressing a kiss to one of his fingertips in the process. one of your hands drops down to his thigh to urge him on, nails scraping lightly on the warm skin. "i think─"

"charlie?" mr. baker's voice is as loud as a gong in your ears, your words stuttering off into nothing at the sound of it. "you finally awake?"

charlie buries his face into your neck, letting out a sigh just for you. and to your horror, a smile, too, just for you, as he starts to push inside of you again. "go away, dad," he calls over your shoulder.

your heart is in your throat already, but it pounds at the rattle of the doorknob. thank god charlie locked it last night. thank god some things could stay secret in a house of fourteen.

"why is your door locked?" mr. baker asks, and he's still rattling the knob as if it'll loosen the bolts inside and magically open, and charlie is still slowly rocking his hips in your wet heat, and you think you might just die, really.

charlie's arm tightens around your stomach, pulling you against him all over again, this time in rhythm with each deeper push into you. his other hand clasps around your mouth again, like he can sense it, the way your lips start to shudder and the dam in your throat starts to break. "because i wanted t'actually try and sleep in, for once," he says finally, and maybe you're paranoid, but his voice sounds more gravelly than before, strained at the edges.

mr. baker can't meet you for the first time like this. with charlie buried inside of you, and you naked in his son's bed.

your nails dig into charlie's leg in warning. his palm curls around your waist in silent answer. still, he doesn't stop.

"you should know by now that sleeping in is not something that happens in this family," mr. baker laughs through the door, rapping his knuckles against it. "c'mon. up n' attem. breakfast's gonna get cold."

charlie groans again in your ear. another sound just for you. no words were being spoken but it was almost like a conversation, anyways. "m'coming, alright?"

"alright, kid," mr. baker says, and for a second, it's quiet again. there's just the sound of your muffled breaths into charlie's palm, and his soft noises pressed behind your ear. but things were never so easy in the baker house. "hey, isn't your girlfriend coming by this afternoon?"

charlie doesn't answer. heat coils in your lower stomach, snapping and biting in warning, your breaths coming out more frantic. again, you can feel charlie's smile quirk against your skin.

his thrusts slow, each one more deliberate as he stretches out your fluttering walls to fit him. "yeah," charlie finally answers, his arm firmly around your waist, holding you tight as you fall apart, the hand around your mouth loosening, "yeah, she's comin'."

you have enough sensibility to not make a sound as your body shakes with the force of your pleasure. you also have enough sensibility to elbow charlie in the ribs for what he says.

"good, good," mr. baker hums.

charlie pushes one more time inside of you, harder than the last, as his cock twitches, coating your walls with the thick white beads of his cum. he presses one more kiss into the crook of your shoulder before he goes lax behind you, tugging you back into his arms.

mr. baker's voice starts to fade, becoming more distant, but not far away enough for you not to hear his final utterance of, "henry says she's lovely."

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this is very niche. so i am dedicating it to the two pookies i KNOWWWW will get it. @deansbeer & @titsout4jackles this one's 4 u.

[mimiunfiltered]

Masterlist

Hi, I am so excited to be posting this! I hope this makes it easier for everyone to find their favorite characters and the stories they'd love to read! I would love to announce that my ask/request box IS open and I will write for any of the fandoms listed. I will write smut, fluff, angst (if not too triggering), and maybe make a series! I will also write for any and all characters from these fandoms. With that being said I hope you enjoy this list and find it useful!

Started: Feb. 12, 2025 Last Updated: Feb. 23, 2025

Twisters (2024)

Smut

Embarrassment (Scott Miller)

Road Trip (Scott Miller)

Grumpy Girl (Scott Miller)

Night Routine (Scott Miller)

Fluff

5 a.m. (Scott Miller)

Angst

DC Universe

Smut

Fluff

"Wow, you're big!" (David Corenswet!Clark Kent)

A New Turn On? (Clark Kent x Curvy!reader) (ask/request)

Angst

Gilmore Girls

Smut

Fluff

Coffee Girl (Luke Danes)

Angst

Call of Duty

Smut

Fluff

Thunderstorm (Daddy!John Price)

Angst

Cheaper by the Dozen Series

Full House (Charlie Baker)

Fuller House (Charlie Baker)

Heartstopper

Smut

Fluff

First Sleepover (Charlie x Nick x Fem!Reader)

Angst

Other fandoms I'd love to write for and/or have things planned for include:

I will also preface that this list will grow.

Once Upon A Time Marvel Bones Teen Wolf The Rookie Shameless Shadowhunters Community

I have the right to decline or refuse any request asked of me if I don't feel comfortable writing it.

[st4rfckerz]

clark’s 6’3 soooo yk 🙂‍↕️

“Been waiting all night for you, you know that?” As you pulled your shirt over your head, Clark's hands were already working at the buttons of his own shirt. He settled between your legs, the heat of his bare skin pressing against yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside you, stretching and filling you completely.

A guttural moan escaped his lips at the sensation of your tight cunt enveloping him. He paused for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the intensity of the connection. Then he began to move, setting a relentless pace as he drove into you again and again. Clark's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he claimed you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. His lips found yours once more, kissing you deeply, hungrily, as if trying to devour you whole.

Clark leaned back, pulling you with him as he shifted positions. He brought your hips up, angling your body so that he could drive deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each powerful thrust. The new position allowed him to watch your face, to see the pleasure etched on your features as he claimed you. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you with increasing intensity.

“You're so pretty like this, so perfect.” He could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. Clark's hips slowed slightly as he felt your body strain beneath him. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Do you need me to stop?”

You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. “No, don't stop,” you managed to say. “It's just...so much.” A slow, satisfied smile spread across Clark's face.

“Takin’ me so well,” he panted, his hips picking up the pace once more. “Look at how deep I am.” His eyes ogled down to the bulge his cock was creating in your belly. With a low groan, he pressed his hand against it, feeling the hard length of himself moving within you.

His thrusts became more deliberate, more focused, as he chased his release. His hand remained on your belly, feeling the way your body yielded to his, taking every inch of him. “Give it to me baby, I wanna feel you cum.”

Clark felt your body clench around him, your inner walls pulsing and contracting as you reached your orgasm. Your cry of his name echoed in the room, a sound of pure ecstasy that made his dick twitch inside of you. Your release triggered his own, and with a final, powerful thrust, Clark buried himself deep inside you. His body tensed, his muscles coiling tight as he spilled thick ropes of cum deep within your aching cunt.

Clark rolled off of you, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He couldn't help the slick smile that spread across his face as he lay beside you, his eyes stared up at the ceiling.

His mind reeled back to the bulge he created in your tummy and the way his hand had pressed against your skin, feeling himself inside you. The affirmation wrapped around him like a warm coat, feeding a part of him he rarely acknowledged. He wasn’t one to dwell on vanity, but in that moment, he couldn’t help himself.

For once, he let his ego revel, if only for a little while.

[beaucate]

part two / master list.

𐙚⋆˙˚◞ OBLIVIOUS!READER who always watched clark from a distance, a frown visible on the rosy plush of her lips as his eyes strayed away from her own. he never watched her, and how could he when lana lang was always beside her, capturing the farmer boy’s attention with ease.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who can’t see the way clark’s drift towards the side of her face when she isn’t paying attention. his breathing rapid, and palms clenching his locker so it bent under the tips of his fingers.

OBLIVIOUS!READER not noticing the glances mr. and mrs. kent would share whenever she came over, watching as their son’s eyes widened and his words spluttered as she asked for his mother’s apple pie recipe.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who doesn’t catch the way clark’s lips part ever so slightly when she laughs on the outside benches of school. the sound seeming to unravel him entirely, zoning out when the laces of her skirt lift slightly above her thighs. she assumes he’s just zoning out, daydreaming about the green eyed brunette who sat along her — but in truth, his thoughts are consumed by her, and the way the sun light dances in her eyes.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who brushes off the way clark insists on carrying her books, his hand brushing hers as he does, leaving her cheeks burning red and heart pounding louder than she’d like. she convinces herself it’s just because he’s a gentleman, a farm boy raised by the kindest of people in town; not realising how much it takes for him to steady his superhuman heartbeat every time her lashes flutter his way.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who never questions why clark’s excuses to spend time together are, if anything, endless — offering her rides to school, and staying late to help her study for exams.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who doesn’t realise she’s the reason clark’s nights are sleepless, watching her home from afar in the comfort of his barn, his mind replaying every rise of her chest and shudder from the cold. he swears her perfume lingers in the air longer than it should.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who catches clark watching her once —just once — and dismisses it, thinking he must be distracted by something behind her. meanwhile, clark’s heart is lodged in the base of his throat, and he’s trying not to panic at the idea of her realising his gaze was drawn to her pouty mouth.

OBLIVIOUS!READER who can’t explain why mrs. kent always smiles teasingly at her when she visits the farm, or why mr. kent’s chuckle feels a little too amused every time his son fumbles his words around her. she assumes they might be picking on her — though theyre too nice; but what could possibly be the reason?

OBLIVIOUS!READER who doesn’t realize clark’s awkward stammers and shy smiles aren’t just his usual charm — they’re reserved for her. and when his hand accidentally brushes hers and she pulls away, muttering an apology, clark wonders if she’ll ever see just how much his mind has memorised the lines etched on her palms.

❀˚ dividers by @/ fairytopea

[jjmbbg]

"A first time together"

cw: clark kent x fem!reader, protected p in v, loss of 'virginity', insecurities, softie clark bc i'm not feeling well and i need a hug, looots of kissessss, c'moooon look at those pretty lipssss.

(pics from pinterest)

To tell the truth, neither of you knew if the heat you felt was a product of the summer in Smallville or because of the tremendous tension between the two of you. Maybe it was a little bit of both, maybe it was the sun's rays, maybe it was Clark's clumsy, inexperienced hands caressing your thighs over your skirt, maybe it was your own hands holding his head, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Your soft breaths filled his ears, which you caressed from lobe to helix, making him hum softly. His nervous hand was placed against your lower stomach —yes, he dared to move his hand from your thigh, that's brave!— pushing you against the old couch of his little relaxing-space at the barn. This completely daring move allowed him to have a little more control in the situation —even if he didn't know what the fuck he was doing.

He broke the kiss to let you catch your breath, his pretty eyes opening to look you in the eye, taking the time to appreciate every detail in your face: swollen lips from the kissing session, a little scar on your eyebrow which is only visible with sunlight at the right angle, some wrinkles, product of daily stress, and some other spots on your skin.

Oh good Lord, he loved you with his whole heart. To him, you were the prettiest little thing ever. You were also fragile, delicate like glass.

"We've been kissing for like... fifteen minutes?" you chuckled lowly, voice shaky and amused, still a little breathy. "I mean, not like I'm complaining, clearly, but you're gonna wear out my lips"

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck a little embarrassed about it. But he can't help it! You're just... ugh, perfect.

"I kinda got carried away" Clark said as an apology, smiling softly, his canines standing out in his smile as always. "We can stop, y'know. I may be being a bit intense right now..."

You shook your head softly, smiling amused. "Don't worry, Clark. We don't have to stop. I don't wanna stop. Do you?"

Clark grinned, shaking his head amused too, and obviously still a little nervous. "Good, good..." he mumbled, looking at you directly into your eyes again, then leaned forward and slowly kissed you again.

This guy, the one who turned 18 a few days ago was too nervous, but that that wasn't gonna stop him from caressing your lower belly, or sliding one hand to your nape and putting the other on the couch, gently pushing you now towards the cushions. He crawled on top of you, careful not to put all his weight on you, as you two kept kissing.

Your legs unconsciously opened for him to adjust himself right there, your hands went to his back, one of them caressing his upper back and the other slipping under his white t-shirt, slowly caressing his skin, tearing from his lips a soft whimper.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, he seemed even more nervous now, making you frown a little.

"Hey, you okay?" your question was soft, your voice was it too, as if you were talking to a hurt animal.

"Have you ever done this?" he replied back with another question, chewing his inner cheek.

"Kiss you? Yeah, I've done it before, Clark" you mumbled, smiling shyly, your frown fading from your face.

Oh, you were so cute he could die.

"No, not that" he chuckled, caressing your sides with nervous hands. He swallowed hard. "I meant... it"

The pink color flooded your entire face, making you giggle a little, shaking your head softly. "No, never... you?"

"No, no, no" Clark replied quickly, also shaking his hand. "I... I guess now I'm glad I'm not the only one who's a little lost with this..."

"Hey, it's okay" you said, cupping his cheek with one hand, the other unable to stop caressing his skin. "We... we can figure it out together"

Clark nodded, kissing your jaw softly then. His kisses were still a little shy, but gradually, they became more confident, more rude, more passionate. The hand that was next to you, traveled to your thigh again, moving towards your knee, reaching your calf, ending at your foot and getting rid of your boot, then the other one.

You smiled at him, Clark chuckling softly as he took off your socks, tossing them next to your boots, teasingly biting one of your feet.

"Hey! Don't bite!" you said, pulling your feet away from his mouth, but he pushed hard and grabbed them, pushing them apart and opening your legs again, leaning on you as he caressed your skin slowly and seductively. "Hi" you giggled kissing his lips gently.

"Hi" he replied against your soft lips.

You pulled him tightly against your body, your hands playing with the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it slowly exposing centimeter by centimeter in a fearful but determined manner. He helped you, taking it off of him, leaving his toned torso in your sight, which was caressed by your hands slowly, tasting and memorizing every part of his skin.

"You're really pretty" you blurted out, pressing your hands on his shoulders, pulling him back towards you.

"Oh, God" he whispered, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your words.

With soft kisses, soft touches and soft whimpers, your hands undressed him and his undressed you, now both in their underwear, Clark scooped you in his arms effortlessly as he managed to sit on the couch to make you straddle his lap. His hands caressed your bare back as he pecked your lips, fingers finding the clasp of your bra nervously, and pulled back a little, his blue eyes searching yours.

"Is it okay if I...? You know..." his voice was soft, accompanied by a coy smile. "Can I take this off?"

You chuckled softly, nodding with your head, mumbling a soft "yes". Kent slowly unclasped your bra, sliding one of the straps of your bra down your shoulder, kissing your skin softly, nipping it, as he uncovered your chest. He moved your hair to the side so he could kiss your neck and collarbones, now enjoying the warmth of your bare skin against his, feeling shivers running down his spine.

"You're pretty too, God, so beautiful" he breathed out, his eyes roaming your torso in awe, enraptured by your naked beauty and purity, your exposed body was a work of art, one that only he could appreciate now. "I could just... I could stare at you all day"

You smiled, cupping his cheeks and gave him an open-mouthed kiss, sighing against his mouth, tongue delving into his.

He whimpered.

Oh, God. It felt like heaven. Your mouth was warm, it was a slight test of what was forbidden, what was kept away from him.

It was glorious.

He kissed you back with the same fucking lust, the same fucking love. His hands tugged the hem of your panties, playing with it until he decided to slide them slowly off your pretty body and leave you all bare to him. His eyes landed on your new exposed area, swallowing hard, feeling his throat and mouth dry and his boxers feeling tight.

"Please..." he whispered, now looking at your face with pleading eyes. "Can I... can I just touch you?"

It was a simple question, but goddamn... he looked at you with those blue eyes as if you were the prettiest thing that has existed on earth —yet he looked a little pathetic, furrowed brow in need, eyes shining, little pout on those red lips from kissing you so much.

He was perfect for you.

"Yes, Clark, you can touch me" you replied softly, feeling your body shudder. "Let me touch you too, baby, please?"

The farmboy nodded, hands going lower, caressing your ass and thighs, gently —and a little unsure— he touched your privates. He wasn't an expert, but he kinda had an idea of how to actually do it. His confidence increased a little when he heard you gasp softly, your fingers digging into his shoulders tightly.

"Clark..." you breathed out, eyes shutting in pleasure.

You pressed your forehead on his shoulder, your legs trying to close at his touch, but he kept them open with his other hand. His fingers with a bruising grip on your thigh, not allowing you to close your gates to Heaven no inch. His touch was gentle and reverent, his hand getting wetter with your sweet arousal.

His kisses and your own touches on his warmth skin made you two end up lying on the couch again —maybe the barn wasn't the better place to do this, but just... hormones blocking any kind of reasoning whatsoever—, his hands reached his jeans, pulling out a condom from his wallet —and maybe not the best place to save one, but hey, at least he had one!.

He was shaky, nervous, and so you were.

For some people, the first time wasn't a big deal, but for both of you it certainly was. It was also special, after almost a year of relationship, this could actually be the moment when your souls and bodies are used in harmony and as perfect puzzle pieces. Something that would mark an important moment for the relationship.

Between giggles, you helped him to roll the condom on his hardness and to aline him on your entrance. He took a shuddering breath, and his gaze moved from your almost connected bodies to your pretty face seeking for doubt, for insecurity, for rejection. His eyes were filled with a mix of desire and... pure fear. He was afraid that you would push him away, that you changed your mind at the last minute, that you think he's not what you want.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice betraying his worst feelings at the moment. "We can-... we can stop, y'know? I wouldn't mind, honestly"

But you weren't dumb. You knew his words came from fear, and you won't let him think that you don't want to do this, that you don't want to give yourself to him. You shook your head, caressing his cheek softly, with a little smile on your face. "I don't wanna stop. I don't want you to stop" you said, almost the same words you said earlier, and they were more than enough to make him feel confident again.

"Let me know if it hurts, yeah?" he asked softly, pressing the tip of his length on your slick folds, nudging your entrance gently. He heard you whimper lowly, shifting your hips a little for him. "Am I hurting you?" Clark stopped his movements, looking at your face.

You shook your head again, taking a deep breath and moving your hands to his back so you could ground yourself.

"On the contrary" you gasped softly. Your chest heaving with your shallow breaths. "Keep going, please..."

The farmboy sighed softly, relieved, and nodded, slowly finishing to push his hips towards yours, burying his cock fully in your warmnes. You both moaned at the sensation, being consumed slowly by the pleasure that was starting to form inside. He gave you a few seconds to adjust yourself to his size, to the intruder who was slowly and deliciously splitting you open.

He peppered kisses on your face as you took your sweet time to get used to him. It was a new sensation, one you could easily get used to. After a few minutes, you moved your hips towards his, indicating that he could start moving now. You knew that, anyway, and despite being patient so as not to hurt you, he was mentally fighting with the primal instinct of thrust into you.

Clark hummed when you moved your hips, the green light to keep going. He pulled back his lips just a little, pushing then gently back inside of you, his breath coming in short gasps as your walls enveloped his cock so good. You gasped softly once more, your nails digging painfully but deliciously on his back, making him groan on your neck.

He thrusted into your soft and warm heat, grabbing one of your hands and pinning it above your head, pulling out from the depths of your throat the most beautiful moans he had ever heard in his life. He rolled his hips slowly, angling them to hit the perfect spot inside of your pussy, making you shudder with pleasure. He whispered sweet nothingsin your ear, his voice, ragged and filled with lust, filled your ears, the exquisite melody that filled your soul.

"Oh, God... don't stop... Clark, don't stop" you whimpered, clenching around his shaft mercilessly. "You're doing it so good... so good..."

Your soft moans and pleas were driving him nuts. His hips picked pace, a little faster now, making the old couch beneath you creak a little. He growled softly, loosing himself in the amazing sensation of your body connected with his. It was beautiful and magical.

It was embarrassing to say that he wasn't going to last long, but could you blame him? He had the prettiest girl ever in his arms, moaning his name and asking for something only he could give you. He pressed his face harder on your neck, nose inhaling your musky scent and a little of your perfume.

"Honey, I... oh God... I think I'm g-gona cum" *he grumbled as his thrusts became more uncoordinated, desperate, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. He gritted his teeth tightly, his jaw clenched, fighting his release. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

You squeeze his hand above your head, your legs wrapping around his hips and heels digging into his taut ass to push him deeper. His incredibly amazing movements making you see stars behind your eyelids, the orgasm building tight on your lower belly.

"I'm close too... oh, God!" you cried out, feeling on the edge from the orgasmic precipice. The pleasure was immense, your nails digging into his back, unable to contain for much longer that delicious sensation to which you were becoming addicted.

It didn't take long for you two to come, your orgasm finally pushing Clark to reach his —he had really taken it upon himself to make you feel good, like a goddess. Your juices dripped off your core, sliding down your ass and small drops falling on the couch as he emptied himself inside of the condom, his hips still moving trying to prolong a little more the pleasure for both of you.

He wondered to himself why, despite being too strong and being almost incapable of getting tired, he felt exhausted. Maybe it was the effect of your pretty body in display for him. He grinned at the thought of you being able to do that to him.

With some weird effort, he pulled out of you, taking off the condom from his softening cock and tying it, slumping on top of you, his lips finding your pulse point. Your skin tasted like your sweat, not like he cared at all. Your hands caressed his sweaty back, a small smile decorating your face.

"If your mom or dad finds us like this..." you said teasingly, catching your breath.

Clark chuckled, stroking your bare sides. "They'll be fine"