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last night i dreamt i left my phone unlocked in my pocket while i was walking and it unfollowed everyone and followed a random blog from my for you and when i got home and checked my tumblr on desktop my whole dash looked like this

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"not all men" you're right, clark kent would never do this

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put down that c.ai thing and read y/n fics like god intended.

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fine… ill weite superbat and finish my johnny and clark drafts💔

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yes i am a princess and also a depraved freak pervert. sorry for being perfect.

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🜼 ⋆ clark thinks he’s built wrong cause his xxl condoms don’t fit

cw: brief cock mention ( vein, curve, girth, freckles, hair ).

it’s not even hard—he’s not even hard—and the damn thing is already blushing at the tip, thick with blood and heavy enough to rest against the dense curve of his thigh.

clark’s got those lazy, dusky veins wrapping around the shaft like vines, one in particular that runs along the underside in a thick, stubborn line that catches the light when he moves. it pulses sometimes, like it’s annoyed. like it knows he’s trying to tame it into latex and propriety.

and the condoms? the xxl ones? they look like balloon animals stretched halfway up, stuck at the swell where he starts to really thicken out. can’t even roll past the middle.

they pinch and they fucking hurt like hell.

he thought it was a brand issue at first, bought three different boxes. tried different positions in the mirror: bent forward, standing up, leg on the toilet like some godforsaken centaur and every time, it’s the same problem.

“built wrong,” he mumbles, cheeks pink, breath fogging the mirror. he won’t meet his own eyes.

but the truth is, he’s not built wrong. he’s built like clark. heavyset and freckled, like every inch of him has been kissed by the sun and decided to keep the evidence. even there, right at the base, he’s got those faint little reddish freckles dusting the skin. it’s the same shade as the soft trail of dark hair leading down from his navel, and the darker patch at the root—almost black, thick and coarse, barely trimmed because he’s too embarrassed to do anything else to it.

he doesn’t know what to do with himself. he can bench-press a tractor but can’t figure out how to be small enough to fit.

he keeps the box in the drawer like it’s a shameful secret. unopened now, just there like it’s mocking him into a reminder of how big he is.

he’s not sure if he’s supposed to apologize for it or warn someone or just… hide.

but maybe one day—maybe—someone will kiss that apologetic look right off his mouth and tell him he’s not too anything. he’s just clark. and he fits them just fine.

part two: clark makes it fit in you

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taking clark and bruce at the same damn time

mdni !! nsfw // threesome, pure filth, i’m a horny mess you can tell by my reblogs earlier today ;)) enjoy !!!!

you weren’t even sure how it started. one minute you were on your back in bruce’s penthouse, his hand wrapped around your throat, his cock driving into you hard enough to rattle the headboard. the next minute, you were half-sobbing into the sheets, mascara smudged, your thighs spread wide as he set a bruising pace.

“mm, already whining?” bruce’s voice was low, mocking, his grip tightening just enough to make your pulse race. “weren’t ya just begging for my cock? don’t fall apart now.”

your nails clawed at the sheets, a broken moan spilling from your lips. “b-bruce—”

the sound of the door clicking open froze you.

“bruce?” clark’s voice, warm and surprised, drifted in from the doorway. “i didn’t know you—”

his words cut off the moment he saw you: wrecked, teary, your body bouncing on bruce’s cock. his glasses slightly slipped down his nose, eyes widening, jaw tense.

bruce didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. he turned his head slightly, smirking. “kent. good timing. she could use another set of hands.”

your face burned, mortified, but your body betrayed you with how you just kept clenching around bruce at the thought of clark joining in.

clark stepped in slowly, shutting the door behind him, voice thick. “bruce… you can’t just—”

“she wants it, i can feel it,” bruce interrupted, thrusting deeper, making you gasp. “don’t you, princess?”

you nodded weakly, barely able to form words. clark’s gaze softened instantly, his heart squeezing at the sweet sight of you trembling under bruce’s weight.

he was at the bed in a second, crouching by your head, brushing sweaty hair back from your face. “sweetheart,” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. “you okay?”

you whimpered, eyes glassy, lips parting like you wanted to answer but couldn’t.

bruce smacked your pussy lightly, right where his cock stretched you open. “answer him.”

you keened, stuttering, “y-yes, i’m—i’m good.”

clark’s lips pressed to your temple, his voice gentle. “that’s my girl. you’re perfect.” he unbuckled his belt with one hand, sliding his cock free, already hard just from watching. “open for me, baby,” he coaxed, guiding himself toward your mouth.

you obeyed instantly, lips wrapping around him, muffled moans spilling as bruce kept pounding into you from behind.

clark groaned softly, brushing your cheek with his knuckles. “good girl… taking both of us. so pretty like this.”

bruce landed another sharp slap to your clit, smirking when you gagged around clark’s cock. “listen to her,” he drawled. “she’s never gonna forget this.”

your mind blurred under the twin assault, the feeling of bruce’s relentless thrusts, clark’s gentle praise, the sting of spanks, the sweetness of clark’s demeanor even as he fucked your mouth.

when bruce finally pulled out, leaving you gasping, body trembling from the brutal pace he’d kept. cum dripped down your thighs, the sting of his spanks still throbbing between them. before you could collapse forward, clark was there, steady hands catching you, easing you onto your back with infinite care.

“she’s had enough of you,” clark muttered toward bruce, his jaw tight.

bruce smirked, unbothered, wiping his cock lazily with a handkerchief. “then show me how much gentler you are, smallville.”

clark ignored him, lowering his forehead to yours, his voice soft. “sweetheart, you still want more? only if you say yes.”

your lips parted, a weak whimper slipping out: “y-yes, clarkie… need you.”

his expression broke into something tender, almost pained with love. “okay, baby. i’ve got you.” he kissed you slow, sweet and grounding, before guiding his cock to your entrance. the stretch made your eyes roll back, still sensitive, but the difference was immediate. clark moved slow, careful, his hips rocking into you with a rhythm meant to make you feel, not break.

“good girl,” he whispered, kissing along your jaw as he filled you to the hilt. “taking me so well… so tight, so warm. you’re perfect, you know that?”

but bruce wasn’t done with you. he moved up the bed, fist tangled in your hair, pressing his thumb against your clit, giving rough slow circles to it. “kent, you might coddle her, but she still likes to be used.” he taunted as he licked a stripe against your exposed neck.

your body jolted at the contact, whining and babbling incoherently at the way your boyfriends were handing you. you were sure that you wouldn’t last long with the way every nerve in your body was experience utmost pleasure.

clark kissed your temple, voice breathless. “ignore him, sweetheart. just focus on me.”

but bruce had other plans, giving a smack to your pussy right where clark was sliding in and out of you. “look at her drooling, kent. she’s starving for this.”

your body convulsed, overwhelmed, clark’s sweet praise and bruce’s roughness pulling you in opposite directions. tears streamed down your face, your moans loud, high pitched and pornographic, your pussy fluttering desperately around clark.

“there you go,” clark murmured, kissing your damp cheeks, his thrusts picking up. “let go for me. cum on me, baby. i’ve got you.”

bruce grunted, rubbing even faster circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves as he rubbed his dick in between your ass. “fuck— make a mess for us, princess. show us what a greedy little thing you are.”

white spots decorated your vision as your orgasm ripped through you with a sob, clark holding you tight as your body shook violently. your mouth clamped around bruce, gagging, drooling, your cunt squeezing clark until he groaned your name and spilled deep inside.

bruce wasn’t too far off, stroking himself to finish on your ass, smearing it with his thumb while clark held you, murmuring sweet nothings into your hair.

“wanna go for another round?”

a/n | school is busy. just expect blurbs from me now unfortunately 😞

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SPECIAL GUEST

PAIRING: johnny storm x female reader

RATING: none

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

SUMMARY:

where getting caught after spending the night with johnny storm leads to breakfast with the fantastic four.

(or: H.E.R.B.I.E. is a snitch)

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

consider this a sort of prologue to an eventual full fic about these two, but @birdie-birdie-birdie sparked this in my brain and i had to get it out. and also, thank you to @munsonstorm for giving this a read for me!

WARNINGS/TAGS:

johnny storm - fantastic four: first steps, female reader, no use of y/n, established relationship (or situationship?), getting caught trying to sneak out, awkward encounters, fluff.

Reed enters the kitchen with a yawn, tying the belt of his robe into a knot at his waist. H.E.R.B.I.E. has already started to prepare breakfast — eggs and bacon sizzling on the stove, slices of toast stacked neatly on a plate, the juice maker churning fresh orange juice and, most importantly, coffee steaming in the carafe. He grabs a mug and fills it to the brim to combat the exhaustion Franklin’s middle of the night cluster feeding has caused.

“Good morning, H.E.R.B.I.E.,” he says after a sip. The robot beeps back at him as he rolls by with a stack of plates and placemats to set the table. Reed finds the morning paper in its usual spot on the counter and flips through it, skimming the headlines between more sips of coffee. H.E.R.B.I.E. beeps to let him know the table is ready and he looks up, brows pinching together when he notices a fifth table setting.

“Does your programming need to be updated again?” He wonders aloud. H.E.R.B.I.E. responds with a series of beeps that Reed interprets as “no” and “guest”. “We don’t have any guests coming,” he adds.

H.E.R.B.I.E. beeps again, robotic arm pointing up. Reed frowns, unsure of what it means. 

You tip toe down the stairs, your shoes clutched in one hand and your bag in the other, dressed in the same clothes from the night before, now slightly wrinkled from being left in a pile on Johnny’s bedroom floor. 

Staying the night is not usually part of the routine when you visit Johnny at the Baxter Building. The risk of getting caught together was too high, given the fact that he shared the apartment with his family, but for the first time since starting whatever this thing between you was, he had asked you to stay. And you, being a sucker for his big blue eyes and warm hands and sinful mouth, agreed. He kept you wrapped up in his arms all night, his face pressed against your neck and his legs tangled with yours beneath the sheets. 

Pulling yourself away from him this morning had been torture, especially when Johnny let out a little whine when you escaped his hold, but with the sun already up and the chances of making a clean escape dwindling by the minute, you knew it had to be done.

You reach the bottom of the stairs and peek around the corner, cursing to yourself when you saw Reed Richards, Mister Fantastic himself, standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. You press yourself back against the wall, trying to think of an alternative. Maybe you could just go back upstairs and hide in Johnny’s room until the coast was clear?

You take a couple steps back in the direction you came from, heading for the stairs, but freeze when you hear Reed clear his throat. Turning slowly, you find that the man is now standing a few feet away, watching you curiously.

“Uh…hi,” you say, giving a little wave. Beside Reed, H.E.R.B.I.E. beeps, waving back at you. He looks down at the robot.

“This is the guest?” He asks. The robot nods. Reed’s attention returns to you. “Hello. I’m Reed Richards.”

The idea of Reed Richards introducing himself to you, like he’s not the most well known man in the world, is almost enough to make you laugh but you bite your tongue and introduce yourself.

“Reed, honey, who are you—“ 

Sue Storm appears behind her husband with her son on her hip, looking far too beautiful for how early it is. She’s dressed for the day in a smart pair of pants and a soft looking sweater, hair already styled and makeup applied, though the dark circles beneath her eyes are becoming harder to cover as Franklin’s sleep regression wears on. Her sentence trails off when she sees you. 

“Hello,” she says, lips curling in a knowing smirk. “Who’s this?”

“She’s a guest,” Reed says, sharing a look with his wife. Some unspoken communication passes between them and you wonder if maybe the universe could help you out and produce some sort of emergency that would call the Fantastic Four away from this painfully awkward encounter. 

“What’s cookin’, H.E.R.B.I.E.?” A booming voice asks, heavy steps coming down the stairs. 

You look over your shoulder just as Ben Grimm appears, stopping short when he spots you. He looks toward Reed and Sue, who must also be able to communicate telepathically with Ben, because his confusion morphs into understanding, rocky mouth now tilted in a sly grin. 

“Come sit,” Sue says, setting Franklin into a high chair at the head of the table. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose—“

“H.E.R.B.I.E. makes a mean breakfast,” Ben chimes in, pulling out one of the chairs and gesturing for you to take a seat. You blink at him.

“Okay,” you acquiesce, sinking onto the chair and setting your stuff on the ground by your feet. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“Of course,” Reed says, taking a seat beside Franklin’s high chair. “Would you care for some coffee? Or fresh squeezed orange juice? We also have milk and tea.”

“Coffee would be great,” you reply. 

H.E.R.B.I.E. rolls up beside your chair a moment later, balancing a tray with a mug of coffee, a pot of sugar, and a tiny silver container of creamer that he sets on the table. You take the mug and add a couple scoops of sugar and a splash of cream. 

“So,” Sue says, sitting down on the other side of Franklin, across from Reed. She gives you a friendly smile. “Tell us about yourself.”

The family listens attentively as you tell them about working as a librarian at the public library. Between bites of eggs and toast, Reed follows up with questions about your educational background when you mention that you have a degree in chemistry in addition to your Master’s in Library Science. Sue, while spooning oatmeal into Franklin’s mouth, asks to hear more about the outreach programs you’ve helped implement.

It’s Ben who asks the question on everyone’s mind.

“So, how’d you meet the hotshot?” 

Your cheeks feel warm as they wait for you to respond. “He comes into the library a lot,” you reply honestly. 

“Really?” Sue asks. Her surprise is mirrored on the other family member’s faces. “Huh. Imagine that.”

Footsteps on the stairs announce Johnny’s arrival. He turns the corner into the dining area, arms stretched above his head and eyes squeezed shut as he yawns. You pretend that your gaze isn’t immediately drawn to the strip of skin revealed when his shirt rides up. 

“Morning,” he says, blinking the residual sleep from his eyes. H.E.R.B.I.E. rolls up with a mug filled with creamer and a hint of coffee, just the way he likes it. He scratches the robot on the head. “Thanks, HERB.”

It takes him a moment to realize that everyone is staring at him and that, more importantly, you’re seated at the table. 

With his family.

Eating breakfast.

His lips stretch into a wide grin as he rounds the table and bends over to plant a kiss on your cheek. You stare at him, wide eyed with surprise, while he settles into his seat. 

Sue hides her smile behind her mug. Reed busies himself with wiping oatmeal off of Franklin’s chin. 

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Ben says, voice smug. “We were just gettin’ to know your friend here.”

“You mean my girlfriend,” he corrects, shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “She’s great, right?”

“Sure is,” Ben replies. “What’s she doin’ with you?”

Johnny glares at his friend, flicking his next bite of eggs in his direction. Ben laughs and Reed asks him a question that drags his attention away, allowing you to lean closer to Johnny.

“Girlfriend?” You whisper. He looks over at you, gaze soft and sweet. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“That okay?” He asks, blue eyes suddenly filled with uncertainty. You smile at him, closing the distance between you and kissing him softly, aware of the others at the table attempting to sneak glances at the two of you.

“More than okay.”

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Girlhood is a spectrum for real, bc what do you mean I desperately want both 😮‍💨

Category is space boy 🚀

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the way fanfics are getting pumped out for the superhero girlies is really healing something in me 🤭

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How I felt coming out of the theater just to go home and read fics of them

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Johnny Storm Headcannons

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Johnny and his shy girlfriend!

a/n: it has been a wild minute since i wrote.. as usual! but i really wanna join in the johnny storm love right now! what better way with a headcannon!

OKAY... Johnny Storm with his shy girlfriend!

He Notices Everything

He always clocks when she tucks her hair behind her ear, bites her lip nervously, or avoids eye contact when people compliment her. He finds it adorable and ridiculously endearing.

“You do that thing again,” he’ll murmur while brushing a thumb over her cheek, smirking. “The lip thing. God, you’re gonna kill me.”

He's Loud for Her

In public, he’ll boldly declare, “That’s my girl!” when she does literally anything — like winning a trivia question, successfully ordering food, or even just entering the room.

But when she gets flustered, he immediately leans down and whispers, “Sorry, baby. But you're just so cute like that.”

Soft for Her, Always

Johnny? Mr. Human Torch? Brash, cocky Johnny Storm?

Turns into complete mush when she’s sleepy and curls up next to him. Runs his fingers through her hair like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched.

Protective but Not Overbearing

He never forces her to be social but always keeps a gentle hand at the small of her back at crowded events.

He’ll sense when she’s overwhelmed and whisk her away with a wink: “Rescue mission complete, princess.”

Genuine Praise, No Ego

Johnny hypes her up constantly, but not in the fake way.

“You think you're shy, but you don’t see yourself the way I do. You light up the room without even trying. That’s way more powerful than anything I can do.”

He’s So Soft in Private

He talks about her like she’s the best-kept secret of his life. In interviews, if someone asks about his love life, he just smiles a little and says, “She’s quiet. But she’s my favorite sound.”

Over-the-Top Romantic Gestures

He’ll fly into her window (literally) just to bring her her favorite snack or take her star-gazing at 3 a.m. because “the sky looked like you tonight and I couldn’t sleep.”

Publicly Cool, Privately a Disaster

To everyone else, Johnny’s smooth and untouchable.

But behind closed doors? He’s texting her “baby pls send selfies I miss your face 😭😭” and asking if he looked okay in his suit 30 times before an event.

He’s Smitten, and It’s Obvious

He blushes more than she does when she kisses his cheek.

He brags about her all the time: “Yeah, my girlfriend’s basically a genius. She’s shy, but don’t be fooled — she could destroy me with a sentence.”

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Clark Kent x ex! reader

"I miss you sweet lad.... do you miss me too?"

contains: angst 2 fluff, highschool bf (but you broke up) 2 lovers, Lois mention (my goat), krypto, MINOR spoilers

You still remember it like it was yesterday, you where sobbing in front of Clark as he got ready for his ride to metropolis "Clark--Clark we can do it--I think we can do it if we really tried Clark-- I'll move there with you- whatever it takes" you cry into his arms as he comforts you and rubs your back, tears streaming down his face as he speaks "[Name] That is s too dangerous.. I cant ask you to move your life for me" he kisses your forehead gently "I'll always visit, okay? Don't wait for me, enjoy your life [Name] please.." he said, tears rolling down his face. If anyone close enough asked him-- or if he was dragged to a planet with a red sun, he would admit that his greatest act of selflessness was letting you go. At first, life without him was slow, you really tried to listen to him and you tried to love again but how could you? He was perfect, I mean-- even though he did leave you, it was for the greater good, and you understood that.

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Now it was three years later, after midnight and you where settling down for the night as you hear a plane-like object soar way too close to the house "what in the hell--" you close your book and look over to the Kent's house, after seeing a flying ship, you decided to investigate.

The wet grass felt good against your legs when you reach their yard "Ma?! Pa?!" you shout, praying for their safety as you run towards their house. Nervously, you walk onto their porch, the wood creaking familiarly as you invite yourself in "Martha? John?" grabbing the bat that they kept by their door, you ready yourself as you walk further into the home "I--I'm armed!".

Eventually, you find yourself at the door to Clark's room, taking a deep breath as you open the door. As you slowly open the door, you brace yourself for whatever memories might come up by seeing it again, just as he left it, what you weren't ready for, was the sight of both Martha and Jon at what it looked to be Clark's sleeping body, you look around once more and see a beautiful woman there, examining his Mighty Crabjoys poster.

Soon enough, Martha noticed your presence "Oh [Name]! Clark,, look who came to visit" "Clark?" you approach the bed slowly, Martha holding onto you like a lifeline, as if she's preparing you for the worst. As soon as you see him your heart breaks "Cl-Clark?" you didn't even notice that your voice was shaky as you hold a hand to cup his face "o-oh god--" his mother tightening his hold onto you "what did they do to you?" you whisper as your hand caresses his face, moving his hair out of the way.

Eventually, you move out of the way to get some air, finding the girl from earlier sitting on the porch. She looks at you, as if she already knew who you were "So you're [name]" she says intrigued "Hi.. yeah.. I'm sure Clark has told me about you I'm just-- there's too much going on to think back about it, sorry.." you chuckle nervously "I'm Lois, It's really nice to finally meet you, Clark talks about you so much, still adores you" her words swirl in your mind "what..?" you look at her disbelievingly. She nods, taking a sip of the glass of water that was offered to her "Talks 'bout you all the time '[Name] would like that' or "[name] always told me this'-- the list goes on" she smiles, getting a kick out of trying to get him and his love back together "He---he does?" the realization that he still loved you hit you like a ton of bricks "Yeah.. even said that his greatest sacrifice was-- never mind.. I think he should tell you" she chuckles "well.. that's enough about Clark, how are you?" you press on "He talks about you and Jimmy and the paper all the time, seems like he loves it in the city"..

Later on Lois left to take care of Luthor Corp, promising to come back one day to hang out, and you decided to sleep over in Clark's room. After saying goodnight to his parents, you sit next to him on the bed "y'know you gave me a real big scare earlier" your tone was hushed as you trace shapes on his thigh "I know you can't hear me but.. I still love you too" you kiss his forehead gently, and you could've sworn you can see his mouth turn up into a little smile, but you don't press it, "Goodnight Clark, get well soon" after planting one more kiss on his cheek, you go to lay on the air mattress at the foot of his bed.

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A few days have passed, You stayed around to help Ma and Pa take care of him and the Super-dog that took a liking to you. One morning you wake up and turn your head to see Clark, starting at Krypto. You sit up, rubbing sleepiness out of your eyes "Clark...? Hey you're awake" after making your way to his bed, you sit next to him "You stayed?" he mumbles, placing a hand on your thigh "Why wouldn't I?" he chuckles sleepily "y'know I dreamed about you in my kryptonite coma.. I was all old and stuff, and you where still so pretty.. you'll always be pretty" he mumbles the last part out, more to himself then to you "I heard you too.. You love me still?" Clark smiles weakly, sitting up with your help "Hey! that's no fair.. from what I heard you still love me too.." you giggle, the first time in a while, and you ran a hand through his curls "I met Lois.. she's really cool, and she said something that got my attention" Clarks hand rubs the small of your back, prompting you to continue "She said something about your greatest sacrifice? what's all that about?" your hand pauses at his lips, playing with his bottom lip "well..... I thought I wasn't gonna make it for a second, I wanted Lois to tell you that my biggest sacrifice as superman, and as me, was that I left you" you notice him getting choked up "I couldn't die without making sure you knew that I-I-- The day I drove off I had to stop myself from coming back to beg you to come with me" he sniffles, his baby blues looking at you "the first few nights I stayed at the fortress, I knew that I was doing this for the best but, It wasn't the best for you" The kryptonian mumbles.

Holding your hands onto his cheeks as you finally reply "Oh Clark, I never stopped loving you, and I felt so selfish that I wanted you to stay but I knew that you where doing so much good- I didn't wanna hold you back" He smiles at you, admiring that you thought about everyone that needed his help "Can I kiss you?" he whispers, holding your waist gently as you nod your head and lean in. When you pulled away (because he would never pull away from your kiss) "Please let me take you on another date pumpkin.." he mumbles, selfishly going in for another kiss "Golly I forgot how good you taste" he leans in again, only being stopped by the sound of a jiggling doorknob.

You smile at him "go talk to your parents.. they were worried sick 'bout you" He pinches your cheeks "We're not done here pumpkin" You watch as he leaves, grateful that-somehow he was brought back to you. Once he'd done with his parents Clark comes back smiling brightly "Ma' made ya chocolate pancakes.... I jus' want cereal" he leans back in to kiss you "can you taste the chocolate?" you smile as you both giggle, falling onto the air mattress.

For the first time in a very long time, You're perfectly content with your life, laying on a old air mattress with your lover. You kiss him again "Hey Clark where--" you where interrupted by Krypto bursting through the window and tackling the mattress, chewing and popping it

"KRYPTO-- KRYPTO LET GO-- DOWN--DOWN DOWN BAD DOG"

you giggle and snort as he keeps scolding his dog, you could really get used to this..

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Strategy.+*

Clark Kent x Reader

“im’a getcha real good and i betcha-!”

contents: fem reader, pining clueless clark, painful flirting

‘shit its almost 10’ quickly—and not so discreetly, you pull out your mirror and begin to touch up your makeup, as soon as the clock turns 9:55 you put everything away, going back to playing snake, eyes darting from the computer to the elevator waiting for a certain reporter to walk in.

“ah—[name] hi—here is your latte, nice and warm” there he is, an angel on earth named Clark Kent. you give him a sweet smile “Thank you Clarkie” you take a sip while letting your eyes wander over his body before he interrupts you “i—um.. its no problem [name]” he smiles awkwardly, giving you a slight wave before he walks to his desk, leaving you sighing dreamily watching as he looks back two times as he always does to give you a little wave.

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soon enough, 3pm rolls around, "lunchtime" you mutter to yourself as you touch up your makeup and make your way to the breakroom to sit at the same booth by the window, the one you swear has the right lighting to illuminate your beautiful features. Once again you where waiting for Clark to bashfully make his way over to you and probably give you one of those mini-chocolate bars he keeps at his desk.

Sure enough, 5 minutes later your eyes meet with the huge, stumbling man muttering apologies to everyone he accidentally bumps into on the way to get to your booth "Clarkie! Clark! come sit!" you call him over happily, making sure your silhouette looks good. He chuckles awkwardly as he sits across from you "brought your treat, as always" he says as he hands you a different chocolate bar than normal "ooh what's this?" "I er--uh-" you then interrupt him, placing a hand on his bicep "No reason to be shy with me Clark" you giggle as his face flushes red "yeah,. well I went to this new market and thought you would like this flavor so I jus' got it and yeah" you smile brightly "it looks so interesting.. I love chocolate strawberry stuff ... you wanna share?" he swallows, unwrapping the bar with his large hands "well... since you offered"

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10pm.. closing time. It wasn't often that you saw Clark when the office closed, you where worn out and looked defeated, not paying attention to how you look anymore. You take a sip of your water when out of the corner of your eyes you spot the familiar 6'4 figure yawning while walking towards you 'shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit--!' you quickly comb your hair and try your best not to make eye contact with him when he passes by. Surprisingly, he stops by your desk "[name]?" you chuckle nervously and sit up, reapplying lip gloss "hey Clark.. didn't know you were staying this late.." you go back to typing on your desktop "well I was waiting for things up front to slow down.. wanted to talk to you before I left but I had no idea it would take this long" he chuckles, nerves taking over as you look at him curiously "I wont bite Clarkie.. what's up?" you giggle and place a hand on his forearm as you smile up at him, prompting him to share what he had stayed 3 hours longer to share with you "Well I um.. I got invited to the Wayne gala for the orphanage charity Bruc--Mr. Wayne runs, and I was wondering if you would come with me? like-- like in a date way" he blurts out the last part and its evident on his face that he regrets it "its totally fine if you don't wanna--" "Yes I'll go with you Clark" you smile softly and squeeze his hand twice as you reach for a paper to write your number "just text me the details alright?" He smiles down at you charmingly, hoping and praying that it distracts from his pink face

"hey um.. are you gonna head out soon? I can take you to your car so we can talk about it" he reaches a hand out for your workbag "well since you offered" you hand him his bag and log out of the computer, he offers his other hand, this time its to hold yours "Shall we?" he blushes as you take it, having somehow convinced himself that you would reject him "let's go"

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no use of y/n lets celebrate [olivia wilde nod]

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Clark Kent/ Superman 2025•*+

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m’ Tired of Runnin' Around.+*

Clark Kent x reader

"me and my baby's gonna settle down--!"

contains: Proposal, just like a little tiny bit of angst but on his part, use of y/n l/n, fem pronouns,umm, they not like us refrence..,

It wasn't often Clark showed up to work visibly worried, and It wasn't often that he forgot to greet his friends at his desk. "uh oh" Jimmy laughs as he stares at the kryptonian "Trouble in paradise bud?" he laughs and rolls over, placing both of his hands on Clarks broad shoulders, almost not being able to reach the further one. "No--no quiet the opposite" Clark mumbled, frazzled as he reaches for his coffee only to spill it all over himself, now this actually worried his pushy co-worker "Clark, tell me what's going on, y'know I'm your best confidant.... I mean your close with Lois and cat sure but,, they not like us" he chuckles as he awkwardly hands the frazzled alien copious amounts of napkins

"come on Golden boy, out with it--"

"I bought a ring for y/n."

As soon as he started pestering, he shut up quickly "I--this is unprofessional I shouldn't be discussign this at work.." Clark mumbles to himself and goes to his computer, to stare at the photo of you he keeps taped to his screen "Wh--Clark! my man! this is huge news! Death of a bachelor" Jimmy laughs "Is that what's been weighing on ya Kent? You don't know where to propose? well--" unfortunately the redhead gets inturrupted "I'm-- with seeing what superman has been doing for the world, and how much danger that there is, it's just made me realize how much I wanna be married to her.. It just made me realize how I just wanna settle down with her.." Clark seemingly spills his guts out to his friend, frazzled and talking way too quickly. The redhead then pulls Clark in for a hug "you have no idea how to propose huh?" "I mean--" The alien then interrupts himself "Not exactly" he bashfully admits, rubbing the back of his neck "Well.. I don't have that kind of experience but,, here is what I think suits you"

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It's 1am, you've been home for a while but when you first got home you felt something was off. When you walked in, you smelt dinner being cooked, your favorite meal, but when you walked into the kitchen, there was no Clark. After doing a bit of inspecting, You saw a note that explained that Clark was summoned for some important superman meeting. Eventually, you hear racking at your window, the sound being opened sloppily by two huge hands wakes you up. After turning on your light you see Clark, looking very disappointed-- not at you- never at you, but at himself.

He slowly meets your gaze, "Tonight was supposed to be different ..I was supposed to cook you dinner and spend time with you" he mumbles to himself more than you "Clark? I'm not angry, I understand the things you have to do for the world.. I get it" you give him that smile he just adores so much, but is convinced he doesn't deserve. He sighs and looks to the side, not being able to meet your gaze "Im--baby I'm tired.." he starts, quieting down after the first statement "then lets rest Clark i can--" "No-- no I-I'm tired of just running around-- I wanna just--jus' settle down" he finally looks at you, moving so that you are right Infront of him, barely any space between the two of you "Tonight was supposed to be different.." he mumbles again as he kisses you and places you against the kitchen table. after he breaks the kiss he smoothly goes to place a old record (that he purchased today for this special occasion) on the record player, letting it play '(we'll be) united" in a low tone "i like this song" you mumble as he uses his laser eyes to light the candles that he placed around earlier to create the perfect mood lighting. he then goes back to pick you up off of the table, spinning you around in your pajamas making you giggle (while still being in his super suit) to make you dance with him as he hums the song "you always make me so happy,, you make everything worth it, and you stick with me through all this bs that has happened to me---no- to us" he says fondly as he dances with you "baby,, your the one I wanna settle down with.. just you and me.." "Clark..?" he then shushes you and lets you spin out by yourself as he gets down on one knee to propose. "y/n l/n,, sunshine, will you make me the happiest and luckiest alien, and let me marry you? please..?" You stand Infront of him, tearing up while staying silent, taking everything in. He then gets a little nervous, but doesn't let you see- like always "baby don't cry please..? I cant stand it.. If its a no then---" "yes" you interrupt him instantly, the thought of saying no hasn't ever crossed your mind with him "yes--yes Clark I'll marry you" you smile and tackle him to the ground "I think your the only one to catch me off guard like this" he chuckles and slips the ring on your finger "I'm just joking because I'm nervous and happy--I don't know why I just said that" you shut him up with kissing him "your the cutest alien ever" you say proudly "and you are my fiancé" he smiles brightly, the only smile that really ever matters to you "I just wanna scream it from the rooftops.. 'I get to marry y/n l/n!!'" he whisper screams into the ceiling of your building.

You chuckle and kiss him again "well Mr. Kent.. I think I'm ready for some, night activities?" you chuckle and lead him to your bedroom "well... I cant deny the missus hm?" he chuckles and kisses you while carrying you to your bedroom.

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The morning after, you wake up sleepily, by the feeling of kisses being pressed against your bare shoulder and the dip of your neck "G'mornin soon-to-be Mrs. Kent" he chuckles in that deep morning voice you adore "I made some breakfast and prepared your bath stuff incase you wanted to bathe" god.. this is the first morning of the rest of your life, and how beautiful will it be.

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um.. i like music and stuff,, anf another fic is alr being written

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love ya slushynoobz