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arctickat2400 · 6 months ago

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Tornado Troubles ∞ Clark Kent

Clark Kent x F!Reader

Word Count: 1799

Disclaimer: This is not how I would react to a tornado. Actually I don’t know, since I’ve never been in direct contact with one. But in my head, I’m pretty sure I’d react differently. But this is just what I came up with and how the story played out. Hope you enjoy it!

A/N: This was a spontaneous story. Before I had written this, I hadn’t even planned to. I’ve had the idea in my notes, and another idea had popped into my head to go with it, so I was like, okay, let’s write. So I apologize if it’s not my best work. (Sorry for the dumb title too lol)

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His heart began racing the second he heard the all too familiar siren. You and Clark had come to Kansas to visit Martha, which had started out well. It was always nice to see her. She was like a mother to you. Well, technically she was your mother - your mother-in-law, for that matter. But even before Clark, you’d known Martha and she had instantly become part of your family, followed by Clark (but that’s a story for another day).

Martha was at work and there was a crime in the minute town of Smallville that had pulled Clark away from you that afternoon. You were left to your own devices and you’d decided to work on your art and listen to some music to take your mind off the fact that Clark was out dealing with some sort of danger. Yes, of course you know he’s more than capable of taking care of himself and that he’s Superman and deals with this stuff all the time, but that still doesn’t make the heaviness in your chest any less heavy when he’s not by your side.

Since no one was around, you had your music blasting to drown out your anxieties. You’d been half way through one of your drawings when you could have sworn you heard something apart from your music. However, your mind tended to play tricks on you, and even then, the music was too loud to even be sure. So you ignored it and continued with your work.

Clark, having been flying home with a smile on his lips at the thought of seeing his love again, began to panic as he stopped mid air after having caught sight of the rotation of air and debris in the distance, passing by just outside of Smallville, right by his mother’s work, thankfully not having hit.

Usually he wouldn’t be worried about tornadoes after having experienced several during his years in Kansas. But the tornado was, in fact, spinning straight toward the Kent Family Farm, straight toward his precious baby girl who has never experienced a tornado and who has always feared that the day would come where she would have to experience such devastation. What worried him more was that he was not with her, that she was all alone, and the tornado was coming in fast.

Clark didn’t waste another second as he sped through the air towards his baby who, if she hasn’t heard it yet, will soon start to panic. He finally caught sight of his house and, using his x-ray vision to see inside, saw you sitting peacefully at the table only to be startled when you finally heard the sirens. Clark spotted the fear in your eyes instantly as you stepped up to the window, turned down the radio, and froze at the sight of the tornado.

You didn’t know what to do. You’d never been in this situation. You never thought you’d have to experience something like this since you live in the city. Your eyes were locked on the column of air spiraling towards you, your body frozen in place.

“Y/N!” It wasn’t until you’d heard Clark’s booming voice that you finally snapped out of it. You watched as Clark made his way to you, tears stinging your eyes.

“It’ll be okay, baby. Let’s go,” Clark assured you, taking your hand in his, his warmth providing the smallest bit of comfort in this terrifying moment. The phone rang as you hurried through the halls. Clark figured it was Martha calling to see if everything was alright, but there was no time. He had to get you to safety.

Clark led you out of the house and towards the storm cellar, the wind whipping your hair around, blinding your view of where you were going. Luckily, you had Clark to lead you, but halfway there, you made the mistake of looking back, only to be met with the colossal tornado looming over you. You froze once again as Clark went to open the doors to the storm cellar, but even when he’d called out to you, you found yourself unable to move despite the swirling column coming closer and closer.

Clark was quick to get to you, picking up your terrified body, holding you to his chest, your eyes locked on the tornado above as he rushed you underground, the doors slamming behind you. He sat on the old couch that was kept there for this exact situation, holding your trembling body on his lap. You clung onto him as he pulled his cape out from behind him and wrapped it around you before wrapping his own arms around you for extra protection, holding you close and rocking you soothingly in his arms.

The sudden thunderous sounds of the tornado shredding through the surface above made you jump, tears streaming down your cheeks, causing Clark to hold you that much tighter.

“Shh, it’s okay, my love. Everything will be alright. You’re safe with me,” Clark comforted you, his fingers brushing through your hair as an act to calm you. You hid your face beneath his cape, against his chest, your mind telling you that you’d be safer there.

It had felt like hours but was only minutes before Clark had told you it was finally safe to go outside. If it had been anyone else, you wouldn’t have trusted their judgment. But Clark’s enhanced abilities provided you with the utmost comfort that always allowed you to feel as safe as ever (since he was able to sense what was and wasn’t going on outside).

Slowly, you lifted your head from Clark’s chest, coming out from your red silk hiding spot as Clark’s protective hold on you just barely loosened. He looked down at your red, flushed features to gauge your reaction as you looked at your surroundings.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? It’s over now. We’re okay,” Clark vowed softly as he lifted his hand to your cheek to brush away the tears, tucking your hair behind your ears. You looked up, meeting his eyes, and he gave you a sweet, reassuring smile. You nodded hesitantly in acknowledgment as Clark placed a loving kiss to your forehead.

Unwrapping his cape from around you, Clark kept you in his arms as you clung to him, standing and making his way up and out of the cellar. You whimpered as you watched the tornado continue its path away from the farm, away to destroy whatever else it could find. Then, you felt the hitch in Clark’s throat, causing you to pull away slightly to see the damage behind you - the Kent's home was destroyed.

It was Clark’s turn to freeze in place. You dropped from his arms and turned to face the only home that Clark had ever known as a gasp escaped from your throat. Of course, he still has his apartment with you in Metropolis to go back to, but it’s his childhood home. And Martha, what about her? She’s going to be devastated. You turned back toward Clark, his body motionless, his face expressionless as he stared up at his house, or what was left of it.

“Clark, I’m so sorry,” You didn’t know what to say. What could someone possibly say to make this better? You pulled him back into your arms, making it your turn to comfort him. His arms wrapped around your waist, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. Clark finally came to his senses, though, the senses he’d been accustomed to since he became Superman, the need to make sure everyone else is okay.

“I’m just glad you’re okay, darling. Just the thought of you having to go through that alone made me come home that much faster to get to you. I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to you, my sweet girl,” Clark professed. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. His house was gone and he was worried about you?

You pulled back to look him in the eyes, placing your hands on either side of his face, his hands on either side of your waist. “But, Clark, your home, it’s…” But you couldn’t finish when you both turned at the sound of a horn, the horn of the Kent’s truck. Martha was driving down the road towards the farm. But Clark wasn’t done with your conversation yet.

He guided his hand to hold yours against his cheek, gaining your attention back, your eyes locking with his as he rubbed his thumb soothingly over the back of your hand. “You’re my home, baby. This is just a house,” He gestured to his childhood house. “But you, my darling, I couldn’t live if something had happened to you. But you’re okay. We’re all okay, and that’s all that matters to me,” Clark declared, his eyes showing the immense love and adoration he felt for you. A smile lifted your lips as your forehead met with his, finally letting out the breath you’d been holding, knowing now that everything was going to be okay.

“Are you guys okay?” Martha’s worried voice rang out after the sound of the truck door slammed closed. You both turned to her, Clark offering an encouraging smile to her.

“We’re okay, Ma,” Clark spoke first.

“Martha, I’m so sorry about your house,” You replied. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what Martha could be feeling after seeing the devastation that was her home. You met her in the middle and pulled her into a hug. It was the most motherly hug you’ve felt in a very long time. Clark had come up behind you, placing a comforting hand on your waist. Martha had noticed and pulled him into a hug of their own.

“Oh, my boy,” Martha smiled, thankful that her son was okay, tears threatening to spill at the thought of almost losing the only family she had left. Unusual because Martha was not one to get emotional. She’s such a strong, independent woman, someone you looked up to.

“It’s okay, Ma. You know it’ll take more than a tornado to take me down,” Clark joked in an attempt to make his mother feel better.

“Yes, but not this one here,” Martha smiled pointedly at you, placing her hand gently against your cheek as you hold it there with a smile, her other hand holding onto Clark. “I’m just glad you both are okay,” She added.

“I’d never let anything happen to my girl,” Clark smiled at you, taking your hand and pulling you into his arms. That was what you loved about the Kent Family - it didn’t matter if they didn’t have much in the matter of the material things. As long as they had each other, they would be okay.

#fluff #angst #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #clark kent x reader #clark kent #superman #clark kent imagines #superman imagines #Henry Cavill imagines

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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Relationship headcanons for Slade Wilson & Clark Kent with gn s/o?

I kinda got carried away with the Clark relationship head-cannons that I forgot that you also wanted Slade…oops. 🦦

Baby girl

Malewife

Certified himbo

Golden retriever energy!

Heart of gold, dumb of ass-

Okay I’ll stop but you get the gist, this man would honest to god, worship you. Look me in the eyes and tell me that he wouldn’t cuz we all know he would.

No thoughts, head empty; just full of ways where he could love on you.

He’s a cutie! And he probably trips over or unintentionally hurts himself because he can’t help but admire you and all of your handsomeness/beauty/gorgeousness.

Hell I bet before you two were dating Clark’s confession must’ve been the most sweetest, heartfelt, and the most adorkable thing ever.

He would probably be on the fence whether or not in telling you he’s Superman because he doesn’t want to put you in any sort of danger but then again being in a romantic relationship with him was already putting you in danger; so he would probably have to sit you down for that conversation, hold your hands within his bigger ones and pray that you understood his reasoning behind the secrecy.

His love languages have got to be one or all of the following;

words of affirmation: he will call you any and every endearing word in the dictionary even if you were only just getting up to start your day. He’s your hype man in every sense of a word and will not allow you to be harsh or look down on yourself. He’s not having it, so he won’t hear it because how can you not see yourself the way he sees you?

To Clark, your phenomenal, exceptional, extraordinary, amazing, incredible, excellent, talented, fantastic, handsome, beautiful, charming, gorgeous and above all else; you. That’s all he wants you to be. Yourself.

acts of service: as I said before Clark lives to serve and with that I’d like to think of him taking on chores that he knows you don’t particularly like doing just so he could relieve the stress of having to do it off of your shoulders. He’d also attempt to make breakfast, but your better off helping him so he doesn’t accidentally breaks the handle off of any appliance you have at your disposal by unintentionally using excessive force.

Clark would do stuff that would be considered small to other people such as leaving out clothes you found most comfort in, neatly folded in your dresser, or bending down to help you in tying your shoes, but to you they were the biggest expressions of love one could ever experience.

Physical touch: this man is a cuddle bug and no one can tell me otherwise. Oh yeah don’t get me wrong but just because he’s stronger then the average man don’t mean he ain’t gonna hold you tight against him -though not too tight- and still be extremely cautious of the usage of his strength. he doesn’t wanna hurt you in any capacity at all. He’s so, so gentle and frequently worried about the consequences that would come if he didn’t handle you with enough care.

Hand holding is a staple in your relationship.

He’s a big spoon and a little spoon in terms of cuddling because he wants to feel as though he’s protecting you in your most vulnerable form and also wants to be comforted by you as he lays his head on your chest. It’s almost a comical sight, you spooning this Greek god of a man but it’s such a sweet and tender moment between the two of you finding comfort in each others presence and being able to be your most vulnerable with them that it completely negates all of that.

back hugs in the morning from either you or Clark because I just adore the idea of this man coming up behind you and hugging you with his strong arms caging you at the waist as his head is buried into your neck as he whispers you a good morning. I also adore the idea of you just going up behind him and hugging him as tightly as you could, not knowing that you couldn’t possibly hurt him physically even if you tried.

Quality time: while unfortunately yes, being Superman is a full time thing. That don’t mean Clark wouldn’t at least attempt in making time just for the both of you and besides you found his deep rooted want to help anyone and everyone extremely endearing and admirable; but sometimes he does need to be reminded that not everyone wants to be saved despite how difficult that maybe for him to understand. But that doesn’t mean he won’t stop trying to help. It’s the one thing no one can change about Clark.

So when you two do get some time together it’s pretty much just spent doing whatever it is that you two like to do together like watch a movie, read books, etc or separate whilst still being within the same room as one another in a comfortable silence. Clark is trying to make up for lost time but it’s the fact that he’s trying is all that matters to you.

Plz hold his face in your hands and squish his cheeks! Plz. He will melt into your hold as he brings his bigger hands up to hold against yours his face as he closes his eyes and visibly relaxes. Precious bean deserves to be pampered with love and affection.

You’d defiantly be stealing his cozy beige/cream coloured jumper. You loved how it made your hulking boyfriend look like the epitome of soft, so of course when he’s away you immediately sift through his things and pull the jumper over your body, where for the rest of the day you would be doing stuff in your shared home whilst in his clothes that were *probably* way too big for you and that you had to face the continuous task of having to push up the sleeves constantly so that they wouldn’t get in the way.

So when Clark comes home and sees you wearing his cozy little jumper, he’s utterly enamoured as though it was the first time he’s seeing you all over again. It’s cute and the soft sappy expression on his face will forever and always melt your heart; his soft blue eyes staring at you adoringly like you were the one to have painted the stars in the sky, the slight blush upon his pinch-able cheeks, and the dopey smile upon his pretty lips.

‘Something catch your eye handsome?’ You’d say one day upon catching him gawking at you from the doorway, taking great pleasure in watching him squirm and stumble over his words as he tries to justify his staring without it coming across as creepy. ‘I wasn’t- I’m sorry-‘ you didn’t let him continue as you walked over to him and moved your arms to hold his face in your hands, your thumbs running across his warm cheeks that only seemed to grow warmer beneath your touch.

‘It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything weird or creepy by it. I’m just teasing you, you know I love it when you look at me because when you look at me…I feel more seen then I ever have with anyone else.’ You admitted to him, pressing your head into his tits chest, ‘so please don’t stop looking at me in that way for it reminds me that this is real and not some fever dream.’

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random-imagines-blog · 9 months ago

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Imagine being a powerful sorceress and bewitching Superman during a battle.

Despite the fact that it felt like you were losing the battle, you weren’t giving up on victory. You had your eyes set on getting what you came here for, whether the Justice League were okay with that or not. They just decided to go with the hard way. “Blockbuster, deal with the Batman,” I said, to the large man on one side of me. “Rose, make sushi with the Aquaman, Nightshade, see to it that the Flash keeps running in the dark. Big boy is for me.” The ‘big man’ in question was Superman. You only had to get him to look into your eyes, and you would have him under your spell. It was all up to you, since he was the most powerful one in the group, the one that might actually have a chance to stop you. You stepped out into the light, though shadows followed you, thanks to Nightshade. They danced around your body, your face, basically leading Superman’s eyes … right to yours. The set look of determination, the tenseness of his jaw, it all fell, turning his expression into something bashful, almost cute with the upturned lips and the soft sigh of admiration that he gave you. He was hooked. He was spellbound. He was yours. He flew down to meet you, his feet touching the ground mere inches away from you. He looked at you like a lover that he had been missing. He looked at you like you just got off an airplane, after having left him for six months, and absence had not only made the heart grow fonder, but bigger, desperate. He was just waiting for a word from you to make him feel complete. “Hi honey,” You said, sauntering towards him. Even though you knew that this was all fake, that it was your magic sending signals through to his brains, his nerves, it still never failed to get you excited on how you could make these men look at you. Obey you. It was a power trip that violence never could fully give you. He breathed in, like he hadn’t expected you to call on him, like he was just picked for The Price is Right or something. Honey - you called him honey, and now he looked just as sweet as it. “Hi,” He said, voice shaky. He even rubbed the back of his neck as he smiled at you, like a nervous teenage boy. “There’s something in the vault that I need, desperately, honey,” You said, keeping the eye contact with him, that blue rivaling the Ocean. “And I need your help to get it. It would make me incredibly happy, please?” You pouted, lower lip sticking out, and he swallowed his drool roughly upon seeing it. “Glad to help,” He nodded, holding his cape over you to protect you from any stray bullets or debris flying your way from the other fights, and lead you straight into the vault to get the magical artifact that you needed. He melted faster than butter for you, and oh, you had it in your mind that you were going to keep this one.

Requested by: Anonymous

#Superman x reader #Superman imagines #DC imagines #Clark Kent #Clark Kent imagines #DC #x reader #imagines #request

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mvchmp · 1 year ago

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i watch superman fly away

maws superman x reader

SUMMARY - reader has an encounter with metropolis's superhero

| fluff (?)

inspired by Taylor Swift - Superman (Taylor's Version)

I exited the coffee shop with my usual order in my hand, the other clutched on a folder which contained work documents. I had sneaked out of my shift to have a quick run to my favorite coffee shop.

Everything was just so stressing and things at home weren’t exactly the best so I rose from my bed having a concerning amount of sleep. A small trip to this shop helped me ease down at least a bit.

I turned right to go back to our company’s building but unfortunately bumped into someone who was running, knocking the folders off my hand and my coffee spilling on my work uniform. “Sorry, miss!” I heard the young man scream while he was running away. I sigh, trying to understand that he might have been in a hurry and let him go.

I kneel down to grab my papers but instead was met with a familiar face. He was already gathering my papers, careful not to accidentally get one of them crumpled.

I was too stunned to let the scene sink into me. Superman was in front of me. Inches away from me. I gulped and studied his face, his hair, his body, his hands as he collected the papers.

I stared at him, not realizing he was already talking to me. “Miss? Miss, are you okay? Hello?” He looked into my eyes. “Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, I am.” I replied, chuckling awkwardly and standing up, along with him.

He put all the papers back in the folder and put it forward. I was about to receive it and say thanks, to go back on my way after thanking him, but I was surprised when I didn’t feel the folder touch my hands. “Oh, no. You spilled your coffee. I am very sorry, let me um get you a new one?” He spoke, not leaving much time for me to say yes or no.

Superman pulled me back into the coffee shop and asked me for what I wanted. I answered him and watched him repeat what I said to the barista.

I looked around, noticing the people had gone silent. Of course, they would. Superman, the famous hero, was in the same coffee shop as them, buying coffee for a girl.

I looked back at him when he placed the coffee in my hands. Getting my senses back, I told him, “Thank you, Superman. You really didn’t have to. I’m sure the city needs your help right now.” I noticed his cheeks tint a bright soft red, his hand going up to his nape, rubbing the area. “No worries, I guess I’m just doing my best to help around the city, and the people of course. Which includes you.” He said, the tint growing on his face. I giggled at the sight.

He’s cute, I’ll give him that. And by cute, I mean adorable.

“Anyways, thank you for this. I’ll get going now.” I told him with a smile on my face. What he said after me left my cheeks turning pink now. “But your clothes have coffee stains. Wait here, I’ll grab you something to change into-” I cut him off quickly, realizing he’d done so much for me and I can’t bother him any longer. Other civilians might need his help more than I do right now, so I let him off.

“You don’t have to, I have a spare in my bag. I appreciate the help, Superman, but really, you should go help in the city now.” I tell him, a gentle smile spread on my face.

“Okay, but at least let me escort you to your job?” He offered, the heat on his face re-growing. “Just to make sure you don’t get run into again, haha. Can’t risk your coffee spilling again, right?” he added. I let out a small giggle and agreed on the offer.

A comfortable silence surrounded us as he walked me to the entrance of the building. It wasn’t usual for me to step foot on its grounds with someone since I didn’t really have anyone to drop me off or go to work with. The feeling was definitely new. I mean, of course it is. The Superman just accompanied me back to work so obviously everyone would be staring – another new thing for me.

I turned to him, his hand was once again rubbing his nape. “Thank you, for everything.” I thanked him with the same smile on my face. The same smile I had on my face as I took quick glances of him while walking down the sidewalks.

“Anytime, miss.” He smiled back before flying to soar in the sky. I watched Superman fly away.

I watch superman fly away You've got a busy day today Go save the world, I'll be around

A/N hes so fucking adorable and theres not many fics of him yet so i decided to take matters into my own hands and made one

#my adventures with superman #clark kent x reader #maws #maws x reader #maws x you #maws imagines #clark kent imagines #superman imagines #superman x reader #dc #dc x reader #dc imagines

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chloe-skywalker · 2 years ago

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Sneak Out - Clark Lent / Superman

Clark Kent x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 686

Summary: Can you do a Superman/ Clark Kent x daughter reader, where we (the readers) sneak out of the house to go on a date with our boyfriend and when we try to sneak back in we get caught and we get grounded. And the next day after school our boyfriend sneaks in our room, and Clark comes in looks at our boyfriend, our boyfriend says "I'm in your daughters room?" Clark replies "Yeah." and chases him out the window? If not, that's okay. :) - @Anon

Authors Note: Thank You for requesting! Hope you enjoy!

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“Goodnigth sweetheart.” Clark smiled at his teenage daughter before shutting the door and leaving her room. He wanted to say goodnight and check on her since she had been hold up in her doing homework.

“Night dad.” Y/n smiled waiting for him to shut the door and once he did she listened to hear when he was in his room with the door shut.

Once she heard the click of his door shutting that was all she needed before sneaking out her window. As she made it out of the house and down the driveway off the family farm she met up with her boyfriend Dean in his car.

“Hey. Did he notice?” Dean smiled asking after pecking her cheek with a kiss.

“Not a clue.” Y/n shook her head smiling back at the dirty blonde boy.

And with that the teenage couple was off to the date they had planned days prior.

Once it was over Dean had reluctantly dropped her back off at the end of the driveway. Y/n got out and as she climbed back through her window, she thought that it was surprisingly easy. But she spoke to soon.

“Where have you been?” Her father sat there in her room in her lounge chair at one corner.

“Uhhh, outside?” She played dumb, even thought it’s obvious shes lieing.

“Is that a question or an answer?” Clark asked his daughter unimpressed with her antics and actions.

“Both?” Y/n squints.

“You're grounded.” He states, as he waits for a reply but Y/n stays silent Clark asks. “Not gonna disagree?”

Y/n shakes her head. “Nope. It wouldn’t change your mind right?”

“No.” Clark states sternly.

“Then I’m good.” She nodded giving him a thumbs up.

“Go to sleep.” He says before leaving to go back to bed.

Y/n sighed before getting up and changing, getting ready for bed.

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“So he grounded you?” Dean asked at lunch the next day at school.

“Well he caught me re-entering the house. So yeah.” Y/n confirmed. Her father literally caught her coming back through her window, of course she got grounded.

“That sucks.” Dean let out a sympathic sigh, before wrapping her arm around her shoulders. “So I’ll see you tonight?” He smirked, mischievously.

“How? I’m grounded.” Y/n raised an eyebrow to her boyfriend in question.

“Sneak in.” Dean shrugs without a care in the world of how bad of an idea this could be.

“I don’t know.” Y/n was very unsure of his idea.

“It’ll be fine.” He says waving off her concern as they both continue to eat their lunch.

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Later that night Y/m couldn’t help laughing as quietly as she could, as she watched her boyfriend struggle to climb through her window.

“Your crazy.” She stated still laughing quietly so her father hopefully wouldn’t hear them.

“For you, yeah.” Dean smiled dopely up at her as he fell to her floor with a loud thud.

“Cheesy.” Y/n smiled with red blushing cheeks.

But only seconds later they both turn their heads having heard someone clear their throat in the doorway. As they looked over and there stood Clark kent, and y/n’s father looked anything but pleased.

“Oh. I’m in Y/n’s room huh?” Dean chose to play dumb like Y/n did the night before, looking around as if he’d never seen the room before.

“Yeah.” Clark answered not impressed, although slightly amused on the inside.

Dean turns around and leave’s back through the window where he came from.

“Soooooo…” Y/n stretched out not knowing what to say.

“You know I have super hearing. Right?” Clark questioned looking at her with a mixture of confusion and amusement. With the way her eyes widened he guessed not.

“So you heard - damn why do I always forget about her hearing!” Y/n shook her head and feel back onto her mattress.

“Your still grounded.” he stated although amused by her reaction he smiled shaking his head.

“Figured.” she nodded solemnly. Not like she helped her case anyway letting a boy sneak into her room.

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kentsgirl · 3 days ago

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red kryptonite clark was just tooo fine but literally so scary, best of both worlds 😫❤️‍🔥 i need allll of him

and this scene—the way he’s looking down at her just like my gosh—and his voice grrr

not to mention, that dangerous ass smile, he could get whatever from me idc idc idc

source : @ ssaint.01 on tiktok.

#bark bark bark #ughhh clark kent #red kryptonite #clark kent imagines #clark kent smallville #smallville #need him in more ways than one

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winter-soldier-101 · 2 years ago

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The Strangers 2

Sneak Peek

“John let’s go your brother is waiting for you” (Y/N) yells out.

John comes running down the stairs almost running into his other siblings.

Four years ago

“Clark please don’t hurt me I was just taking the boys out to play that’s all” (Y/N) whispers quietly to Clark.

“You're lying…… You wanted to take my sons away from me NO no one is going to help you now Bucky’s gone I made sure of it”Clark yells picking (Y/N) up by the throat.

Little did either of them know the Batman was hiding and watching what was happening before helping the woman.

(Y/N) could never thank Batman enough but little did she know she would fall in love with him and marry him and have some children with him Bruce helped (Y/N) with everything and helped find Bucky’s body to give him a nice and final resting place (Y/N) told Steve Rogers what happened to Bucky and told him he could go to his grave whenever he wanted (Y/N) was finally happy to bad it won’t last forever.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes smut #dark bucky x reader #clark kent imagines #dark clark kent #dc imagine

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year ago

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - when snow white (you) escapes into the woods to escape the queen's order to kill, she learns that not all strangers should be trusted.

warning - smut, swearing, choking, under a spell, dubcon, creampie, slight angst, death, breaking and entering, jealousy, oral sex, kidnapping/entrapment, attempted poisoning and murder, group sex, groping, dark content.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

The Queen sneers, staring at herself in the mirror. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall.” Her eyes squint, and her back straightens. “Who is the fairest of them all?” The answer she was expecting wasn’t what the mirror gave her.

“Y/n is the fairest of them all.” The Magic Mirror spoke, a live video of you playing before her, your sweet self hums to the animals, pulling a small bucket from the well, capturing the attention of the many people that pass by.

“What?!” She screams, and her face becomes red with anger. “No one is more fair than I! The Queen must have the best of everything. Everyone knows that. What could be more fair?”

“Y/n is the fairest of them all!” The Mirror repeats, not caring for the tantrum the Queen is throwing.

“What do you know? You’re a mirror!” She huffs, rolling her eyes and storming off. A plan sets in motion as she heads to where the huntsman rests, ordering him to take you out of the equation.

You had spent your time running through the woods, away from your horrid stepmother and the huntsman that she had sent after you. Your hands clutched your skirt, lifting it from the ground, and your bare feet dodged the many sticks and rocks. Your breath is heavy, and you can hear his footsteps catching up to you. “Little Snow! You can’t run from me! The Queen ordered me to kill you!” You gasp, picking up your pace, desperately trying to distance yourself from him.

You squeal and cry as your foot gets caught on a root sticking out of the ground. You fall forward, tumbling for a few seconds until you end up on your back. Fat tears cover your cheeks, your eyes are puffy, your hair is ruffled, and your once-beautiful dress is ruined, ripped and dirty. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as the huntsman appears in your vision, “P–please! You don’t have to do this! I–I won’t tell anyone if you let me go! Please!” You cry you beg, you plead. Your hands curl into the ground, crushing the dirt into your palms. You don’t notice the magic flowing through you and into the ground. You are so caught up in begging the man not to take your life.

He shakes his head. “I have to. I was given an order.” His head continues to shake, clutching the knife as he desperately doesn’t want to kill you. “If I return and the Queen finds out I didn’t obey, she’ll kill me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the tears slip past, and your lips tremble. You nod, accepting your fate. You wouldn’t be able to escape this. “O–okay. If taking my life means you get to keep yours, okay.” You breathe in and out, a soft sob passing your lips. Your brows furrow as you are met with silence before a crunch and a groan follow it. You slowly peek your eyes open, wondering what caused the noise, and a shocked sob escapes you when you notice a giant black wolf on top of the huntsman. Yellow eyes stare back at you, and you feel oddly calm before standing on shaky legs. It’s as though the animal is giving you enough time to escape. “T–thank you.” You take off running again, the sky becoming dark as night falls, heading in the opposite direction of the castle.

You happen to stumble across a wooden cabin tucked away in the middle of nowhere. You rush forward, rapidly knocking on the door. “S–someone! Is anybody there?! I need help, please!” The door is pushed open from your knocks, and you cautiously enter as you receive no reply, looking around. “Hello?” When you don’t get a response, you decide to take a closer look. “Such a dirty place…” You think out loud, “Maybe if I clean up a bit, whoever lives here may help me.” You nod to yourself and walk over to a broom that rests against the wall and grab hold of it. You get swept away cleaning and then cooking before you slowly make your way upstairs, noticing seven large beds, making you wonder who lives here.

“I hope they won’t mind if I…” You ponder, going over to a bed that reads ‘CRANKY’ and sitting for what was supposed to be a second. The moment your body hits the mattress, your eyes flutter closed, and a deep slumber hits you with full force.

You wake to someone or something poking you. Your eyes flutter open, blinking as you notice many different men surrounding you. You gasp, scooting to the headboard, pulling your knees to your chest. “Oh, please don’t kill me! I–I promise I didn’t do anything wrong!” Your bottom lip wobbles and your gaze shoots between theirs frantically, wondering if the Queen also sent them.

A man with blue eyes and his hair in a man bun scoffs. He crosses his arms over his chest, and your eyes land on one of them being shiny. “Who are you? And what are you doing in my bed?” A growl practically escapes his lips, and his eyes scan your body with a lick of his lips.

You gasp, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! I–” You're cut off as you try to get out, but a larger man stops you. His light blue eyes and blonde hair cause your breath to catch in your throat.

He shakes his head with a soft smile. “Don’t listen to him, ma’am. We are just startled, is all.” He turns his head, glaring at his best friend before looking back down at you. “Now, why don’t you introduce your pretty self and explain why you think we would kill you?” He sits at the end of the bed, resting a comforting hand on your leg.

“Oh, I do apologise. Where are my manners? My name is Y/n, but I am more known as Snow White.” The men are shocked, wondering what the princess is doing in their cabin. “The Queen is trying to have me killed, and I don’t know why. S–she sent the huntsman out, and he chased me through the woods until I was able to escape, and that is how I stumbled across your home.”

A throat clears, and you turn your head to look at another man who’s built like a bear, with pretty blue eyes and blackish hair. “She wouldn’t be trying to kill you for no reason. Tell us what you really did. You can’t really be that innocent.”

“I–I swear–” The man touching your leg interrupts you, giving you a soft look.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself. I can see that you are innocent. I mean.” He looks around at the men with his brows raised. “What innocent person would break into someone’s home and decide to clean and cook? The breaking in part obviously doesn’t sound great, but look at her. She needs help.”

The man with the blackish hair speaks again while nodding. “You’re right. I apologise. We’ve been rude and haven’t introduced ourselves. My name is Clark, but these bastards call me Bossy.”

The man touching your leg smiles. “And I’m Steve, better known as Brawny.” He points to the man with a permanent scowl on his face. “That’s Bucky. We call him Cranky, though.” Bucky rolls his eyes, wondering why the hell they haven’t moved you from his bed yet. Though, he has been having a great time imagining you tied to it while he pleasures you.

Another man with a flirty smile leans against the bed, coming close to your face. “I’m Johnny, yet these guys call me Sleazy. No idea why. I would’ve said Flirty.” Johnny wiggles his brows, loving the shy look that crosses your face.

A man with a beanie and dirty face and hands nods. “I’m Curtis, known as Dirty around these wankers.”

Your eyes land on a man drinking what seems to be alcohol, and his eyes are half-lidded as he stares at you. “I’m Dean or Tipsy. Whatever you prefer, but I’m hoping to make you scream one of them later.” Your eyes widen.

Your attention is pulled away from Dean or Tipsy to a darker man touching your arm, looking at you with a smirk. “I’m Sam, baby. But you can call me Horny.” You blink, stunned, never having heard such words come out of a person’s mouth before, but you know that you cannot judge as you did break into their home.

“O–oh, it’s nice to meet you all. Such interesting names.” You fold your hands in your lap and look around at each one of the men. “I would like to cook you, men, some dinner as a thank you for not kicking me out.” You watch as they nod, and you give a soft smile to Steve, who helps you off the bed. You head down the stairs, and all seven men follow behind, watching your hips sway beneath the dress. They sit, watching as you start to heat the food. It’s magical to them. You turn around, the food nearly ready. “Please go and wash up before dinner.”

“What? No.” Bucky growls, refusing to get up from the seat while the other men immediately stand and head out. Steve grabs hold of his best friend and drags him out, ignoring the shouts and yells. “Steve! Steve! Stop!”

You shake your head, turning back toward the pot, stirring it before you turn off the stove and grab hold of it, bringing it to the table and setting it down. “Dinner!” You watch as the door swings open, and the men walk back in with smiles, smelling clean. “Don’t you men look dashing!” They thank you before taking a seat, watching you with wide eyes as you fill their bowls with the delicious-smelling stew.

Clark tilts his head as you take the pot back to the sink, noticing that you didn’t make a bowl for yourself. “Are you not eating with us?” The other men stop with their spoons midair, looking between you and Clark. “Come, sit. You deserve to eat the food you cooked.” Clark pats his thigh, raising a brow when you don’t move. “I’m called Bossy for a reason. Now, sit.” You scurry over, taking a seat on his thigh, feeling a weird tingling sensation between your legs as you feel how thick his thighs are. “Good girl.” He nods to everyone, and you all begin to eat. Clark occasionally brings the spoon to your mouth, feeding the two of you.

During the night, you get to know all of the men, laughing and listening to stories. Steve stands, clearing his throat. “I hate to interrupt this wonderful evening, but we have work tomorrow., and I think it is best if we get some rest” The others agree, and you get up to bid them goodnight, practically tucking them into their beds and placing soft kisses onto their foreheads. You are about to head back downstairs, needing to find somewhere to rest, but Steve stops you. “Y/n, here.” You spin, heading over to him with furrowed brows, wondering what he is talking about. He pulls back the blanket and pats the space next to him.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude more than I have.” You gnaw on your bottom lip, feeling like you’ve been a bother. “I can find somewhere else to sleep. I saw a blanket downstairs.” Steve gives you a look that makes you quickly crawl into the bed, and your body shivers when you realise how cold you’ve been compared to the warm man. Your body curls into his larger one, sighing as sleep takes over you before you can even register.

You wake to birds chirping and the sun shining through, your eyes flutter open, and you stretch your arms above your head. You slowly pull Steve’s arm off of you and get out of bed, making your way downstairs, and you decide to prepare breakfast for the kind men. You cook eggs, bacon, pancakes, and a fruit platter, wanting to give them a filling meal for their big day. You smile and turn as you hear the men bound down the stairs, dressed for work with hunger in their eyes. “Good morning! I thought I’d make you guys some breakfast before you go. I hope you don’t mind.”

They smile, thanking you before sitting down. The same happens as the night before. Clark pulls you into his lap and feeds you some of his breakfast, ensuring you also get to eat. You stand once you finish, gathering the dishes and walking over to the sink, gently placing them down before walking to the door and handing the men their coats.

Clark is the first one to grab his coat, thanking you. “I hope you have a good day today.” You lean up, resting your hand on his muscular arm and kiss his cheek softly. Clark smirks, tipping his head before walking out the door.

Steve is next. Once his coat is on, he leans down for you to reach his cheek. “Thank you, Snow.” Steve turns his head and returns the favour, kissing your cheek and smiling as you become shy.

Bucky huffs, “Can we hurry this up? We have work to do if you haven’t noticed.” But everyone ignores him, and he watches with envy as you continue to give each man a kiss.

Curtis gently takes his jacket from your tiny hands, closing his eyes as he feels your soft lips on his cheek. A smile on your face, “Have a good day, sweetheart.”

Johnny walks up next, smirking at you and already leaning down. You give him a soft smile and lean forward, but he turns his head last second, and you gasp. “I–I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” You freak, staring wide-eyed at the happy man.

“Don’t worry bout it, Baby.” Johnny winks, giving your arse a smooth pinch before strolling out. You feel your body and cheeks heat up, eyes still wide as you watch him leave.

“Well damn. He did it before me.” Dean rolls his eyes, slapping your arse after you give him a kiss as well. “Doesn’t matter. Have a good day, Sugar.”

Sam pulls you close, tapping his cheek before resting his hands on your hips. He groans as you lean up and kiss his cheek softly. His hands move down and squeeze your cheeks, pulling you even closer. “Mmm, Snow. You make a man so feral.”

Once Sam leaves, it leaves the last man, the crankiest of the lot. Bucky grumbles, going to reach for his coat, but you pull back slightly and give him a pout. He rolls his eyes, bending slightly, and when you gently kiss his cheek, his whole face grows pink. “Whatever.” Bucky clears his throat and quickly leaves, leaving you in their cabin all by your lonesome, not prepared for what is to happen next.

You hum to yourself, beginning to clean the place. You don’t notice the magic swirling around you, calling the forest animals to the cabin, some even helping you clean. You wash the men’s clothes, and the birds hang them along the line. You are so lost in your own world that you don’t notice an older woman watching you from the shadows, a scowl on her face, but the older woman also doesn’t notice the large black wolf watching her.

You giggle, leaning over to pet the cute little bunny that hops in your direction before you walk inside the house. Your hands become busy as you begin to prepare another apple pie, continuing to hum to yourself. “Excuse me.” You turn, hearing a knock at the open window and someone talking. You smile softly, walking closer to the older woman. “I–I’m so sorry for bothering you. I am just a poor old woman trying her best to sell some delicious apples.”

You lean against the counter, peeking over the window sill and looking at the basket of apples. “That is perfect! I’m baking an apple pie and in need of some apples!” You give an innocent smile to the older woman.

She reaches her hand into the basket and grabs a big red apple that sits at the top. “Take a look at this big red apple.” She holds it up to your face, watching you stare at it in wonder at how perfect it looks. Your hands slowly reach up to touch it, but the woman jerks it back. “Lovely, isn’t it? But you cannot touch without a price.”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, looking between the woman and the apple with furrowed brows. You desperately needed more apples to make the pie. It had to be perfect. “I need that apple… But I, uh, I don’t have any money.”

She thinks, knowing that this apple contains something horrible. The Queen realised there was no point in a price when she would finally have you dead. That was good enough. “Oh, my dear. No need to worry for a first-time customer. I will let you have this apple for free.” You look at her, shocked, cupping the apple as she hands it to you. She watches you, desperately wanting you to take a bite out of it in front of her, but she doesn’t get her hopes up.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! How can I ever repay you? You are so kind. Please let me give you something!” You go over and grab a plate of freshly baked biscuits, heading back over to her. She tries to refuse, but you persist. “Oh please, It wouldn’t feel right if I were to take this for free. Please take as many as you want.”

“Okay, thank you. That is kind of you, my dear.” The older woman takes one, bidding you goodbye before disappearing into the shadows again, wanting to watch what unfolds. Her eyes widen as she watches you begin to cut the apple, mixing it into the mixture of the pie. She thought the call of the apple would cause you not to resist a taste. “Oh, no, no, no! This won’t end well. You stupid girl, you should’ve eaten the apple yourself.” She huffs, stomping her foot. “The poison only works for those it is intended for… If she serves it to others, it can have side effects, and I do not need that in my hands.” She growls to herself, knowing that she will have to put a stop to this or kill more people than intended.

Before the Queen can return to the cabin, she is met with the giant black wolf. Its teeth bared as it growled. She scoffs, waving it off. “Be a good puppy and leave. You can’t destroy the Queen.” Her eyes widen as your hums begin again as you place the pie in the oven, and she realises that you are the one controlling the animals, even if you don’t know you are. In the moment of shock, the wolf lunges, and your sweet melodies drown out her screams.

You are happy with how the pie has turned out, placing it on the window sill to cool down. You wait patiently for the men to return home, sitting curled up in a chair with a book between your hands. You’ve made the house more into a home, having gone out and picked some pretty flowers to put in a vase, gathering some wood for the fireplace, and keeping the food warm for when they walk through the door, their clothes all folded neatly. You stand when you hear them, their voices carrying through the air.

Clark opens the door with a smile, “Hello, Little Snow. I notice that you’ve been busy.” He moves past you, brushing his hand across your hip as he moves to the pot, smelling the delicious scent.

The rest of the men enter, Steve, being the second after taking his shoes off and giving you a large grin. “Snow! Did you have a good day?” You nod, giggling as he brings you into a hug. He lets go of you and walks over to the pot also, not used to coming home to dinner already prepared.

“Sugar!” Johnny enters, pulling you into him immediately by gripping your arse in his large hands, causing a squeak to fall from your lips. “You look so good. I could just eat you up.” He grumbles when Dean and Sam push him to the side. “The hell?”

“You're hogging her,” Dean grunts, pulling you against him, and your eyes widen when you feel him grope you so freely. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re so tiny.” He blinks down at you, and you get a whiff of the alcohol already on his breath.

Sam grows annoyed, pushes Dean out of his way and pulls you against him also. “Don’t hog Snow here. I want some too.” His large hands grip your arse, rubbing his bulge against you, groaning softly. “How you doing, baby?”

Curtis and Bucky stand near the entrance, watching everything unfold. You smile softly at Sam as you let go, walking over to the two men and ignoring the shocked gasp they let out as you pull them into a hug, greeting them with your kindness. “Come, sit. Dinner’s ready, and I’ve made a pie for dessert!” You skip over, waiting for them all to take their seats before you grab the pot and serve the food. Dinner goes well, and it’s finally time for them to taste your sweet pie. You walk over to the pie, carefully picking it up before bringing it to the table and serving them a slice each. “I hope you guys enjoy.”

The moment the pie hits their tongues, the magic begins to flow through everything and everyone, eyes turning a bright pink for a split second before they let out soft groans from the flavour that explodes on their tastebuds. You don’t notice anything that has happened. You are too happy to see that they enjoyed your baking.

The atmosphere in the room has changed. Every single man in the room felt their heartbeat quicken and their breathing become heavier. Their eyes are half-lidded, and their members harden, growing rapidly in their pants. It seems their gaze is set on you, eyes darkening as they look you up and down, slowly getting out of their chairs and surrounding you.

“That was a great pie, Little Snow,” Clark growls, getting closer. “But I want to taste something a little bit sweeter.” You squeal as Steve and Bucky hold you, ensuring you can’t move as Clark kneels, lifting your dress and letting out a thick groan when he realises you haven’t been wearing anything underneath, your folds slick with your juices. “Aren’t you a dirty little girl? Wearing nothing while staying with a bunch of men.” You moan as he surges forward, licking from your hole to your swollen button. “Fuck, she tastes so much better than that pie.” Your walls clench when Clark moves close again, gripping your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your soaking cunt, licking and sucking.

You whine as Steve grips your chin, turning you to face him and locking his lips with yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Bucky groans. The hand that isn’t gripping you moves to your plump breasts and squeezes and fondles them. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Clark begins to suck on your swollen clit. You whimper into Steve’s mouth before gasping as a finger softly pokes against your entrance, breaching into it with a slow thrust. Your head falls back onto Steve and Bucky’’s shoulders, not noticing the other men rubbing their bulges through their pants, watching the scene before them with dark eyes.

A choked whine escapes you when Clark curls his fingers while Bucky and Steve suck on your hardened nipples, swirling their tongues around. Your back arches, hands gripping their shirts as your vision becomes white and your juices flow out of your sopping cunt, covering Clark’s smirking face. “Fuck, Little Snow. You taste even more divine.” He curls his fingers in, happily watching how you twitch, your arousal still flowing out. “Men, clear the table. We are in need of a different kind of dessert.” He commands, standing to his full height and stepping aside.

Steve and Bucky pull you toward the table, carefully setting you down and stepping back. All of the men stand and admire how beautifully blissed out you look. Johnny stumbles forward, his hardened member already hanging out of his pants, and you gasp as your gaze falls upon it. “T–that won’t fit…” You begin to shake your head as he slips between your spread legs, pulling you flush against him.

Johnny smirks, tapping your cheek. “Dumb little sugar. I’ll make it fit. You’re so fucking wet. I’ll slide in so easily.” He reaches down and grips his throbbing base, tapping his leaking tip against your swollen clit before lining up against your entrance. Johnny groans when he pushes in, gasping at how tight you are around him. “Oh god! You feel so good, Sugar.” His hands grip your hips, slowly pulling out before thrusting into you harder. A grin forms on his face at how your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out a sob as his tip hits your sweet spot.

You are suddenly lifted, and your eyes widen when you feel something poking your already stretched hole. Your head turns slightly, and you notice Sam giving you a cheeky smile, “Don’t worry, Snow. I’m just gonna join in on the fun.” You gasp when he slowly begins to push in, stretching you even more alongside Johnny. Sam’s head falls back, and he groans, “Holy fuck! You’re so fucking tight!” His grip tightens on your hips, and the thrusting begins between the two men. When one pushes in, the other pulls out, and your screams fill the cabin. Johnny pulls you into a deep kiss while Sam grips your hips and pounds hard into you. “Oh man, can you feel how tight she is?”

Johnny nods, groaning. “Fuck yes! I don’t think I’m going to last long!” His pace picks up, slamming harder and faster into you before he buries his face into your neck as thick amounts of cum spurt out of his angry tip. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Johnny slips out of your stretched hole, sagging into a chair as Sam pulls you down, pounding into you from behind, thrusting Johnny’s cum deeper into you. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as Sam slams into your sweet spot, causing your walls to clench around his thick member and your juices to squirt out of you.

“Good little princess,” Sam growls into your ear, slamming his cock harder into you before burying inside of you, releasing his cum deep into you. “Fuck.” Sam moves back, the magic draining out of him, and he sags next to Johnny, their eyes fluttering closed.

You squeal when you feel someone grabbing the back of your head before you start gagging as Curtis shoves his thick member into your mouth, thrusting in and out. “Jesus.” His head falls back, and his eyes half-lidded. “You’re mouth is so warm.” His hands hold your head, and he pulls out slowly before thrusting in again. You moan around him, swirling your tongue around his swollen tip before starting to suck, loving the salty taste that lands on your tastebuds.

Dean smirks, gripping his throbbing member and tapping his angry tip against your used folds. He lifts your hips before sliding in, groaning at how tight you feel wrapped around him. “Damn, sweetheart. How are you still so fucking tight? You were just stretched by two cocks.” He begins to set his pace, pounding into you, pushing you to choke on Curtis’s cock. “Go on, sweetheart. Choke on his cock.” He groans, fucking into you faster. His tip repeatedly hits your sweet spot, loving how you feel as you squeeze his cock. “Shit! I’m so fucking close!”

While Dean is busy chasing his orgasm, Curtis holds your head down and thrusts into your throat. His head rolls back as you moan around his member. “Such a sweet mouth for a sweet woman.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks, gagging around him, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when Dean fills you, setting off your orgasm, causing your arousal to coat him, and the vibrations from your moans cause Curtis to groan and release deep into your mouth, gripping your chin until you swallow and show him. “Good girl.”

You whine as both men pull out and watch through blurry eyes as they also sag into the chairs. Your head flops down onto the hardwood table, breathing heavily. “Do you think we are done with you, Doll?” Bucky steps up, a pink swirl in his eyes as he peers down at your used form. “There’s still three of us.” You gasp when he picks you up, wrapping your legs loosely around his hips while lining his tip with your entrance. Steve steps behind you, and his hand strokes his cock up and down. Your eyes roll back, and your head flops onto Steve’s shoulder as Bucky pushes in. A loud whine escapes you when Steve follows suit, slipping his giant cock through your tiny hole.

Both men begin to take turns pounding in and out of you. Clark steps forward and grips your chin, turning your head to capture your lips with his. “Who knew Snow White was secretly a whore. You like being used by seven men, honey?” You moan, nodding and clutching onto whoever you can. Clark grips your throat softly, making your dazed eyes look at him. “Of course you do. Only a little whore like you would like being used. No wonder the Queen wanted to get rid of you.” He moves closer, smirking as Steve and Bucky pick up their pace, causing your mind to go fuzzy. “She couldn’t have any competition because you’d end up stealing the attention of men away from her.” You nod along, barely hearing anything that leaves his mouth, too focused on the intense pleasure coming from between your legs.

Steve presses forward, his hands kneading your breasts as he buries himself deeper inside you. “You feel so good, Snow.” He begins to kiss your collarbone and shoulders, groaning as you tighten around him. He picks up his pace, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch, a loud groan escapes him as cum spurts out of him, filling you to the brim. “Fuck…” He pulls out, sagging into a chair, his eyes falling closed.

Bucky moves you, pushing you against a wall and pounding hard into you. “Fuck, take my fucking cock.” He grunts, bouncing you against his thrusts, filling you repeatedly. “You better take my fucking cum, slut. It’s what you are made for.” His metal hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, feeling his cock throb when your eyes widen and your walls spasm, squeezing the life out of his cock. “Oh, what a dirty little slut you are. Who would’ve known you liked being choked.” Bucky smirks before he grunts, burying himself deep inside you and releasing large amounts of cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The moment he pulls out, his body does the same as the others, and before you can fall, Clark catches you and gives you a dark smile.

“Oh, poor Little Snow. You should’ve chosen another cabin.” Your eyes widen when his eyes flash, and his cock fills you immediately. Even though the Queen was dead, it didn’t mean her minions died along with her. They just now had a mind of their own, a darker, more twisted mind. Your moans and screams echo outside the cabin. Clark’s member was bigger than the others, practically splitting you open. He growls, gripping your throat tightly. “You better find a way to wake the others when I’m done with you because you are ours now.” You are suddenly bent over the table, surrounded by the sleeping men, your nails dig into the wood, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as Clark slams deep into you.

Your vision goes white as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot. Your juices squirt out and cover him and everything around. Your head hits the table as he continues before filling you with his cum, mixing with the others. You barely have time to register Clark’s body dropping as the magic leaves him. You shakingly stand, your legs wobbling, and you grip the table beneath as you look around and take in the sleeping bodies, or so you thought. You stumble over to the closet man, which happens to be Steve and feel his pulse.

Your eyes widen, and your body drops as a wail escapes you, magic exploding from your body as you release every emotion you’ve been keeping in. Your eyes begin to close, and the last thing you hear is the men coming back to life, their hands grabbing you and bringing you upstairs.

Come morning. You would learn never to trust strangers.

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acid-ixx · 4 months ago

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a loving family, an unpalatable desire

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a/n: would anyone hear me out if i ever wrote romantic yan! bruce (ft. platonic yan! batfam AND romantic yan clark kent alongside the superfam ofc) with a neglected spouse reader... because uhm, i've been thinking about it lately just yk... so anyways PLSPLSPLS send in asks about this, ive been thinking about it so much lately.

imagine wanting to raise a family so badly with a man who adopts problem children as a side hustle. you're not some invasive spouse, you've always been good, always been loving, so... so accepting, never questioned where or how he picked them up from the side of the streets, never once complaining about the hickeys on his neck or the once neat tussles of his hair now tangled accompanying lipstick stains on his white suit.

you love your children, you tell yourself all the time. you love them, you love bruce— even if he doesn't love you. you said it in your vows, despite it being scripted, despite your family finally sighing in relief in the sidelines at finally being able to sell you off to one of the wealthiest man in the world, rather than being wasting off under their care— your vows are real.

you wanted someone to love you, unconditionally, so viscerally eternal that it eats you up.

really, all you wanted was to play that fantasy life of trophy house spouses. all you wished for was a loving, healthy relationship. the american dream: the picture perfect family frames, your husband kissing you on the cheek as he leaves for work, your children bickering at the dining room, with the scent of homemade meals wafting about the vicinity. all you wanted was the warmth in your chest to flicker like candlelights. all you dreamed about was that domestic life, an escape from the abusive household you were raised in.

yet the manor is too cold, too unforgiving for a soul such as yours.

the longer you stay inside claustrophobic, yet oh-so large hallways, the quicker you drown in a neverending pool of self-hatred.

but you're not allowed to show them your sufferings. they've been through much worse, you tell yourself. they've suffered more, and as what good spouses do, as what you're taught, you stay silent, enabling them to turn you into their own emotional punching bag.

you only allow yourself to cry at the dead of the night, under the sheets of your too-cold blanket and your too-hot pillows. when the manor is filled with deathly silence and a looming sense of dread and ill fitting thoughts of ifs and when they'll come back in one piece, will you grant yourself temporary respite; worry for a family who never even called you their parent.

yet you've always been so considerate. despite the pang in your chest every time bruce flirts with anymore potential love interest at a gala, you chose to instead monitor your chaotic children, who have always never bat an eye on you despite you always gazing lovingly at them.

you know of their interests, they don't know yours, yet you still give them extravagant gifts on their birthdays, with tired, yet glinting eyes, and a silent excuse to return to your room; one separate from bruce.

you know of bruce's hardships, but you don't push too hard, don't force him to talk, only provide him your silence and an offer to serve him dinner; all the time he refuses without looking at you. you give him comfort only if he ever allows you, only if he allows his walls to crumble— but not even his spouse can amount to a warm, crackling fireplace. to him, you're probably only a matchstick under the deadbeat glaze of the snow in a winter night.

maybe that's why you're such a ghost in the manor, stalking through the hallways, looking out for any of your children in case they come across you with any injuries. maybe that's why eventually your resolve weakened.

and maybe the absence of familial love led you to find comfort in another man's arm.

''til death do us part,' is such a tragic saying in your case, because you know it in your fragile heart that bruce's love for you was never alive in the first place. and yet you allow him to play you like a fiddle, allow him to slowly allow you to slip away from his nonexistent grasp.

and now, you're a stand-in parent for clark's son, jon, after the tragic loss of his wife. now, your world seems a lot less bleaker, as you play the fantasy of a loving house spouse, fully abandoning the life you left behind, a life you've never been gifted with until now. you want to feel guilty, you want to feel absolutely terrible but the heartache of neglect has become too much and all you do was allow clark to warm you up each night, kissing away your tears and spooning your deep-seated anxieties away.

you don't let the past eat you up, not when the present is too perfect, too freeing, too delusionally beautiful.

your son, jon provides you every joy a parent could have. parent's day gifts, heartfelt letters at every nook and cranny of your shared bedroom with clark— even reading him bedtime stories, allowing him to sleep in your lap after he slowly nods off, with clark knocking softly on polished wooden doors, greeting you with a loving kiss on the lips and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand—

it's everything a parent wants, needs even.

and you're everything clark, and especially jon wants, needs in their life.

so it's such a stupid mistake, really. a slip of the tongue, a too-enthusiastic smile, incredibly bright, shining eyes. it's not jon's fault, you still love him either way. but it's an error still— one a complicated matter at hand, so dreadful for you, that jon accidentally, all-too-suddenly, mentions you as his parent to damian.

a loving, wonderful parent, he says, with a picture of you in his wallet shoved right in front of his friend's face.

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Front Seat ∞ Clark Kent

Clark Kent (Henry Cavill) x Reader

Word Count: 2945

Based on this song: Front Seat by Rayne Johnson

A/N: You know how when you imagine a scenario in your head and it seems amazing and it plays out so nicely in your head, but when you write it out into a story, it doesn’t come out as well but you need to write it down or else you’ll forget it? Yeah, that’s what happened here. The scenario is good, but the writing isn’t my favorite because I wrote it when I didn’t have it all outlined, but I didn’t want to forget it so I just wrote it. Hope y’all like it anyway!

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“Shotgun!” Lucas shouted as he ran out the door and towards the passengers side of Chase’s car. Of course your boyfriend didn’t object to your spot being taken by his best friend, probably because he didn’t care. You, Chase, and some of his friends were going out to dinner, all carpooling in his car for some unknown reason. Why couldn’t everyone just take their own cars? Then everyone could leave the restaurant on their own and not have to come all the way back here just to pick up their cars. But you knew your complaints wouldn’t be acknowledged. So you kept your mouth shut.

“Shouldn’t Y/N have the front seat?” James spoke up. You knew you always liked James. He was so kind to you, making you feel included. He was the reason you were actually going out with the boys tonight. You’d be hanging out with Chase when the boys showed up and pestered Chase to go to dinner with them. You were going to just go home when Chase perked up at the offer of hanging out with the boys instead of you, but James insisted you go with them.

“Lucas called shotgun, did he not?” Chase defended his best friend as he jumped into the driver’s seat. You knew better than to expect anything different from your boyfriend. He was never one to care in times like these. You glanced up at James to see his sympathetic expression. You offered him a weak smile and a shrug, sliding your hand out of your pocket to gently touch his arm in a gesture of thanks before climbing into the back seat, squishing between James and Noah. Noah was the quiet one, always seemed to feel uncomfortable around you, making you feel the same. You sort of just avoided him because of that whenever he was around.

On the way to whatever restaurant you had no say in going to, “Yo, Chase, any plans for the weekend?” James asked him from beside you. You were interested in the answer, curious to know if he was going to choose himself, the boys, or you to hang out with this weekend. Usually it was one of the first two, but a girl can hope, right?

“Taking Y/N out on a date,” Chase stated matter-of-factly. How odd. He’d never even asked you. Just made up his mind for the both of you. Although, you gotta take what you can get. Dates with him are a dime a dozen these days, it seems. So you accepted it with a sheepish smile and wondered what he was planning after he said it was a surprise.

The night seemed to go on and on without an end in sight. The majority of the evening you’d been talking with James when he’d noticed your bored state not five minutes into sitting down. Chase and his friends were going on about who knows what, Chase was hardly paying any attention to you, and you just wanted to go home. You’d been going out of your mind for the last two hours when you finally had enough.

“Chase, I wanna go home now,” You try to get his attention, but to no avail. It doesn’t help that he’s had a couple drinks, as per usual on a boys night out. Despite his arm draped over the back of your chair, he ignores you and continues on with his conversation. You roll your eyes and lean over to James. “I’m gonna go home,” You mention to him before standing and heading out, not even a glance from Chase as you leave. He probably won’t even notice you’re gone.

It was only a ten minute walk back to Chase’s house to get your car, but your exhaustion made it seem like a lifetime. Your watch vibrated against your wrist, notifying you of a message. You pulled out your phone from your pocket and saw a text from Clark.

Clark was your best friend. There was never a dull moment with Clark. He was the best friend any person could ever ask for. Sometimes you wished Clark was your boyfriend. Maybe “sometimes” was an understatement. But you knew he didn’t see you that way. No matter how much you wished it was different, you were just friends. It didn’t help that he lived right down the hall from you in your apartment complex.

Clark: Hey! You wanna come over and watch a movie? I bought your favorite snacks and I baked brownies. He tried persuading you. You chuckled, wishing you could just teleport there so you could bask in the comforting presence that was Clark and his ability to always treat you right.

Y/N: Oh, Clark, I’m so sorry. I wish I could. You don’t know how much I would love that right now. But I’m just now on my way home and I’m exhausted. But definitely another night for sure. You explained, looking up to see your car in the driveway. You sighed, glad to finally be back to your own car and to be able to do your own thing. You hated having to blow Clark off like that. You took any and every chance to hang out with him. Tonight, you were just so out of it, you could hardly think.

Clark: Of course, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything. We’ll save MI6 for later 😉

Of course he chose a movie you’ve been wanting to watch for so long now! You felt even worse now for not going after he planned a whole night for you. You exhaled in exasperation as you turned on some music and backed out of the driveway to make your way home.

Dragging your feet up the stairs towards your apartment, you could smell the brownies Clark made from the hallway. Your stomach rumbled, begging for his delicious food. But your mind battled with your body for sleep. You just wanted the seemingly endless night to end.

But just as you dug your keys out of your bag to unlock your door, you looked down to see a plate of brownies covered in saran wrap with a sticky note on top. You opened your door before bending down to pick up the plate of baked goods with a knowing smile on your face.

Wanted you to enjoy some fresh brownies tonight, even if you’re not eating them with me 😏

You giggled to yourself as you placed the plate on the kitchen island. You guided yourself around your apartment to shake off your disappointing evening. Changing into an oversized t-shirt and boycotting pants, you make your way back into the kitchen for a brownie. You had no doubt they would be as good as any of Clark’s cooking or baking, but after just one bite, you realized just how much you needed this and took out your phone to thank Clark for the sweet pick me up.

Pulling up Snapchat, you held the brownie up to your mouth and took a silly selfie before typing a sweet thank you and sending it his way. Not even a minute later while you’re going to pick up a second brownie, you get a notification from Snapchat, opening it to see a selfie of Clark laughing. You smiled and saved it to your chat, sending Clark a goodnight text while eating the rest of your brownie before heading to bed.

The weekend came quickly, and the night of your date with Chase arrived with suspense. Still with no idea what Chase had planned for the night, you waited for 6 pm, the time he was to pick you up, as you finished curling your hair. You stepped into your closet to figure out what you were going to wear. You didn’t know what you were going to be doing, but you had just bought a new dress and thought this to be the perfect night to parade it around for the first time. When you’d seen it in the window of a shop just the other day while walking down the street, you couldn’t help but to rush into the store and try on what had become your favorite dress that you now own. You looked in the mirror to see the strapless dress cascading down just above your knees, the elegant fabric tugging comfortably against your curves, the floral patterns making your smile.

Just as you were about to choose which shoes to wear, you hear your phone announce that you have a message, expecting it to be Chase telling you he was on his way. You picked up your phone with a hopeful smile, only for it to fall just as fast as it came once you read his text:

Chase: ‘Sup, baby, can’t make it tonight. Something came up with the boys.

A single tear slipped down your cheek as you let your phone fall onto your bed. Why were you not surprised? This wasn’t the first time he’s stood you up, and you think it’s certainly not the last. What was wrong with you? This happens all the time, and yet you’re still with him. Everything is telling you to end it, yet something is making you stay. It just feels like you’re drowning with no way out.

Just then, a knock on your door shook you out of your saddened trance. You rush to answer it, opening the door to see your best friend standing there, black hoodie, jeans, and socked feet with a smile adorned on his lips, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets.

“Hey, sugar. I-” But the second his eyes met yours, his lips fell into a frown. He didn’t even have to ask what was wrong. Not only by the fact that you were wearing the new dress you’d raved to him about buying the second you tried it on at the store and your hair all done up, but the tear tracks on your cheeks and your sad red eyes begging for comfort as you looked up at him told him that this was about Chase, that he’d stood you up once again, no doubt for his friends.

Clark always hated your boyfriend, knew he wasn’t the one for you. You told Clark everything about your relationship with Chase. That meant Clark knew all the dumb stuff Chase had done to you, how horrible of a boyfriend he was to you. It only made Clark wish more that he was your boyfriend, not Chase. That it was Clark that was taking you out on a date tonight, not Chase. That it was Clark showing off the love of his life in her stunning new dress, not Chase. Although by the looks of it, Clark may be the only one getting to see you in this new dress of yours tonight, and he wanted to smile knowing that Chase would never get to lay his eyes on it.

However, all Clark wanted to do was take you in his arms and comfort you until no thoughts of your asshole of a boyfriend ever came to your mind again, and it was just you and Clark.

“Come here, darling,” Clark offered you a sympathetic smile as he pulled you into his embrace, and you accepted it with your whole heart. Clark wrapped his arm around you, holding you tight against his body, his hand tangling into your hair.

“I don’t even know why I’m crying. It’s not like I’m surprised,” You sniffled into his shoulder, your arms locked around his neck.

“Let’s go for a drive,” Clark proposed, and you nodded against his shoulder, always welcoming any chance to be with Clark, as you pulled away.

“Let me just go change,” You mentioned, turning around before Clark reached to hold you there. “No. Keep the dress on. The prettiest girl on the planet deserves to wear the prettiest dress out tonight.” Clark admitted sheepishly. A bright red blush rose to your cheeks as a small smile of your own lifted your lips. You nodded, taking Clark’s outreached hand as he led you to his truck. He opened the passenger door for you, a new experience for you, and the blush on your cheeks deepened as Clark lifted you up inside.

Just as he was about to shut the door, “Wait,” You paused, grabbing his attention and he locked eyes on you. “What did you come to my apartment for?” You questioned Clark, remembering his surprise appearance during your bout of distress.

“Oh, I had just come to ask if I could borrow some ingredients for a recipe I was going to start on, but you are more important than anything else,” Clark smiled widely, and you swore your cheeks were as red as tomatoes. You moved your arm as you nodded your head with a shy smile. Clark closes the door, smile still on his lips, as he runs around to the driver's side.

Clark hooks up his phone and hands it to you like he always does whenever you’re in his car and pulls out of the parking lot. He told you the first time you drove with him that you would be the DJ, and that is how it’s always been for the past several years. You tap on the playlist Clark made for you so many years ago that he continues to add to and scroll to the bottom. There’s a song there you discovered recently, Fireflies by Blinky, and you tap on it, turning up the volume, needing something upbeat and confident. You jam out to the music, singing your heart out, while Clark has the biggest smile on his face at the most gorgeous human being he’s ever seen allowing herself to be her most vulnerable self in his presence. She has no idea how much I love her, Clark thinks to himself as his focus shifts between you and the road.

Once the song ends, you turn down the volume and pause the music. You sit back in your seat and sit in silence as you watch the fields fly by. “He made me sit in the back seat again the other night,” You mentioned suddenly, breaking the silence as you stare out the windshield at the starry night sky. Clark briefly glanced over at you, his gaze saddened at the fact that you were hurting so much over someone who doesn’t deserve your tears.

“I can’t do it anymore.” Clark knew what you meant. You were going to end it with Chase, and not only was he overjoyed that you would no longer be with someone who caused you so much hurt, but he was so proud of you for realizing that you deserve more than being someone’s rearview.

Before you could comprehend what he was doing, Clark had pulled over to the side of the road. “Clark, what’re you-” But Clark beat you to it.

“Y/N, my sweet, precious Y/N,” Clark begins as he turns in his seat towards you. “You don’t deserve to be forced into the back seat. You deserve to be placed high and mighty in the front seat of any and all cars, not sitting alone in the back. You should be the DJ singing like a rockstar at the top of your lungs. You belong on the right side of the right guy, and I hope with my whole being that you choose me to be that right guy because I know I can be that guy for you. You deserve the world, Y/N, and I want to give that to you, if only you’ll give me the chance. Because I love you, and I want to be riding in the front seat with you, right where you belong.”

And in that moment, looking into Clark’s most mesmerizing blue eyes, you realize Clark is the right guy. Clark was the one who always put you first, the one who always made you feel you were better than the back seat. He made the front seat your place, your throne, the queen of his truck. And not only did you want him, but he wanted you, too.

You couldn’t hold back anymore as you rushed towards him and met his lips in the kiss you’d been waiting for what seemed like a lifetime for. A kiss on the lips that you will be keeping close to you for a lifetime to come.

“I love you, too, Clark. I can’t believe I hadn’t seen it until now, but I want this. I want you. I was so stupid for staying with something that wasn’t meant for me, when what was meant for me had been right there all along.” You admitted, your eyes locked on his, your hands on either side of his face as he holds you close.

“I love you so much, baby, and I will treat you like the passenger princess that you for as long as you’ll let me,” Clark assures before taking my head in his hands and pulling me in for another passion filled kiss. You pull away for air and rest your forehead against his. Clark could tell you were tired. You had a long week and he knew a lot was going through your mind.

“Let’s get you home, angel.” Clark smiles as you reposition yourself beside him, leaning your body against his side and wrapping your arms around his bicep. He begins the drive back to your apartment as you curl up against his side, your eyes becoming heavy before finally closing, your heart and your mind calming your soul, finally safe in the front seat where you belong.

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