#kent x reader

[anubisfarm]

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[itsmehemma]

kent x reader

Reader(who's very pretty) is new to school and has kind of Enid personality. Like outgoing and etc.

⋄°∙✧ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐨��𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

• Nevermore Academy, your home away from home.

• You had transferred from a private outcast academy, because your parents believed that a normal high school experience would be a nice change.

• You liked the uniform, it was comfortable. Your roommate was super sweet, and you had already been invited out by a small group from your botany class.

• You loved going out, and Jericho was absolutely beautiful in the fall. You adored dressing up and walking through the small town, visiting the many shops and getting a latte from the Weathervane.

• Your first few days at Nevermore Academy were.. interesting to say the least. It was nothing like the fancy and pristine halls of your old school. You often ran into people or walked into the wrong classroom. It took a while for you to adjust.

• The small group that had invited you to hang out consisted of sirens and a vampire: Bianca, Divina, Kent, and Yoko. They were popular throughout the school, and you were lucky that they warmed up to you.

• The one person that stuck out to you was the only boy in the group: Kent. You both had a few classes together: Botany, Math, and History. He was way smarter than people gave him credit for, and he was a great singer.

• When the time came for you all to meet up at the Weathervane, you noticed a familiar attention from your peers. You were half-normie, half-vampire, and you were a sight to behold. You were pretty, intelligent, and incredibly sweet. It didn’t help that you also drew attention to yourself as you were very outspoken and outgoing, not to mention a bit loud.

• When you met up with the group, Kent could not take his eyes off of you. You looked absolutely stunning. You liked Kent, he was a great guy, and he was good looking too. Not that you cared about looks, but that was a plus.

• After a few weeks of spending time together in a group, you decided to take the bold move of asking him out : it would be just the two of you.

• It obviously came as a surprise to Kent, he wasn’t used to attractive people coming up to him, spontaneously asking him to go get ice cream with them. Despite the spontaneous offer, he didn’t decline and was indeed happy to go out with you, even if it was for a short time.

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hi guys!! it’s definitely been a while since I’ve last been on here :,( I kind of forgot about my Tumblr because of schoolwork and whatnot, I’m grateful to have you guys here with me still!! expect new little drabbles for different fandoms soon!!

- emma 💟

[stardewvalleyimagines]

Romantic and Angsty headcanon for Kent!!! 💖💖

Romantic and Angst headcanon for Kent

TW; Angst, polyamorous (still in relation with Jodi), PTSD, moments of violence due to PTSD

Notes; A/N

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Romantic

Despite being very intimidating and rough looking at first glance Kent behind doors is pretty much a huge softy, buying bouquets everyday for his lovers and small gestures of love such as writing love letters, breakfast in bed and taking half of the chores they don't like to do

When night time comes Kent will be sandwiched between his lovers with the Farmer hugging him from behind and Jodi keep him close to her chest, it helps him sleep in more instead of waking up early

Kent and Jodi will visit the Farmer at their home with their boys to spend time together, mostly helping around the farm and animals then afterwards will spend the last hours just watching the sunset while holding both Jodi and Farmer close

Angst

As mentioned before Kent has trouble sleeping most nights it's alright but on other days he'll wake up screaming from night terrors, it'll take time to get him back to sleep mostly turning down the temperature and bring something healthy for him to eat before going back to sleep

Sometimes Kent will disappear for a day and won't return until then it'll worry Jodi and the others when they go searching for him, finding him deep in the forest behind the Wizard's tower seemingly out of it Jodi and the others have to be careful around him since last time they weren't Kent accidentally broke the farmer's nose during his episode

[crownedcritter]

Send in stardew valley requests ahh I’m itching to write something 🫶🏻

[maddytheweird]

Jealous siren kent x reader

just a lil imagine/one shot from my wattpad

It's last period on a Friday afternoon in Thornhills' class and everyone was put into groups of  4 to do some research. Thornhill chose the groups yet everyone was with their friends so there weren't many complaints being made, apart from a few people who have petty rivalries or those who wanted to be with their crush or significant other. Kent was put into a group with Divina, Yoko and Rowan set up at the back left hand side of the classroom while you placed at the back right of the room with Ajax, Xavier and Enid. Most of the class were just messing around or catching up on gossip rather than doing any actual research on the origins of the Cobra Lily and the Pitcher Plant, but since it was a Friday afternoon Thornhill wasn't bothered, she actually really enjoys seeing her students getting along and talking, being able to do "normal" teen stuff.

 

"So yeah and then apparently Bianca absaloughtly went off, I mean I get that some people don't like her but to bring up her mum and the whole 'morning song crap was just crazy!" Divina says slightly frustrated at the thought of her friend being harassed  because of family. "I know D, yet she can eat garlic bread without shitting herself to another death!" Yoko responds back with fake jealousy before bursting out into a fit of laughter along with Divina, Rowan and some other student sat nearby who heard the  vampires antics. Yet Kent didn't let out a chuckle or even a smirk, his focus was on you. His (gf/bf/so) laughing with your face in your elbow while your other arm is hitting Xaviers'. "DUDE WHY, HOW DO STONE YOURSELF" you pause to try and get some air into your giggling system, "Even I'M not that dumb to do that" " I don't know (Y/N) Ajax is a different breed, he's built different, lacking a few braincells" Xavier adds in while Enid is trying her best to not pass out from the excessive laughter caused by the two boys. "Xavier pa-,lease you can't talk, your talent is just being a rip-off Picasso, you draw people like one of your French girls!" You practically wheeze out and slump into his shoulders your body is slowly giving out.

Kent's eyes narrow as he glares daggers at Xavier who is very visibly flustered by your touch. " Oi Kent you good, EARTH TO KENT!" Yoko calls to her Siren friend while slamming her hand onto the desk in front of him. Divina shoots her twin a concerned look "I don't know what's gotten him all-oohhh I think I know what the issue is" Divina cuts herself off as Rowan follows her gaze over to where your group is sat, with You, Ajax and Enid in a laughing fit as Xavier is redder than Weems lipstick sat the result of your touch. Many people know that you and Kent are together as most Sirens tend to be pretty popular and well liked or some cases feared. But Kent still doesn't acknowledge his surroundings, only focussing on you and one if his best mates as if he had a severe case of tunnel vision.

Class flew past for everyone else though, making jokes playing games on the chalk boards with Thornhill. Yet it had been so painfully slow for Kent. Wondering if he's truly good enough for, whether he's too loud or out there for you. His thoughts are interrupted by a pair of familiar arms around his shoulders from behind followed by an all too comforting scent of a specific perfume. "Hey there scaley boy" you exclaim from behind leaving a small kiss across his scales above his cheek. "Hi weird (girl/boy)" he sighs flatly with a forced smile as you two continue to head up to your dorm (that's shared with Divina) hand in hand. You can sense the difference in his  demeanour but brush it off as tiredness since it was a pretty hectic class to finish the week. Once you two get inside your dorm he flops onto your bed and hold your pillow which he usually only ever does if he's sick, really pissed of or just feeling a bit blue. You quickly dump your bag down at your desk and lay down next to him lifting up his hair to reveal a pained siren, the siren that had your heart in the palm of his hand. 

"keeeeeeeennntt" you say dragging out the e, "speeeaaak too meeeeeee, because youve never been this quiet and its unsettling" you coo into his ear while gently rubbing his back. "I was watching you in class before" he finally croaks out breaking the short silence as he looks up at you, you respond with a nod urging him to continue. "the way you all were laughing and messing around, how happy you looked, the way Xavier," he paused to take a deep breathe trying to calm himself down "Seeing Xavier getting all hot and flustered anytime you looked at him or he made you laugh. When you fell into his side and he practically stopped breathing on the spot. I couldn't help but get jealous, i mean he is THE Xavier Thorpe, he's rich, he's funny, he's nice and he has half the school at his feet I just, I just felt like he had gotten to you, that you had realised that you like him instead of me." Your heart broke at the sight of your beautiful siren boyfriend with tears brimming his eyes as he ranted about the fear of losing you to Xavier, one of, if not his Best Friend. 

"C'mon Kent" his anxiousness soaring through the roof as he waits for you to feel betrayed and untrusted. "you really think I would date THAT, the ripoff Picasso, Nevermores local Slenderman?" You say while holding back a giggle. He sighs and wraps you into one of his famous bear hugs and pulls you to straddle his lap as he hides his face into the crook of your neck. Letting out another sigh, yet this time not saddens, angered or anxious, but a content and relieved sigh as he gives your torso a slight squeeze. "I'm sorry my (girl/boy/so), I didn't mean to depress you, I just couldn't shake the thought. Even it us is pretty stupid" you send him a quizzical look "Kent," you say staring into his breathtakingly crystal like eyes while holding his face in your hands "that thought wasn't stupid. It was bat-shit crazy! I mean, Xavier!" You call out letting another laughing fit take over. He rolls his eyes and pushes you off of him and onto your bed causing another giggling fit to erupt from you. He settles himself over you and gives you a kiss full of passion which you gladly return, he slowly depend the kiss and lowers himself down a tad more to get more comfortable. This time putting YOU into a flustered state. Before anything could go anywhere else Yoko bursts into the dorm followed by Bianca Divina. "Ew Kent could get off of my friend please, feral fish" His twin says while throwing a pillow at him as Bianca takes a picture and yoko makes mocking kissing noises. "Alright alright behave yourselves ladies, and Divina" he says throwing the pillow back at her only 10 times the force. He quickly gives you another peck and sprints out of the room leafing his bag as his twin sets after him with murder on her mind. You and the other two girls just ignore the crazy twins anticts and catch up and share the new found gossip discovered during the lesson.

i might start taking requests to write on here but idk

[frickingnerd]

exes to lovers with kent

pairing: kent x gn!reader

tags: light angst, kent still loves reader, break up

kent's position as a knight had always been important to him

and as it turns out, it was even more important to him than you were…

you had tried to ignore for quite a while, until you eventually couldn't stay in a relationship like this anymore

knowing you weren't as important to kent as he was to you really hurt a lot…

though after the two of you broke you up, you managed to slowly move on, while kent stayed hung up on you

he really had loved you a lot and cared for you more than any other person

no, he still cared for and loved you!

when you broke up with him it had hurt him like nothing else before, but he tried to disguise how much it had hurt him when you left

though even after months and even years, he still couldn't get over you

whenever he saw you again, his heart was aching for you

yet he didn't dare bring up how much he still loved you

you seemed happy now, perhaps you had even found someone that loved you the way you had always dreamed of

and kent didn't want to make you question your decision, so he pretended like he had moved on as well

though he know that no matter what he said or did, he could never truly get over you…

[hanasnx]

ᯓ★ “ I WANNA FUCK WITH THE LIGHTS ON ” — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: this movie isn’t out yet but i can’t wait that long to take advantage of my superman kick and fuck this man. unfortunately i don’t know much about his characterization other than the trailer content. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ explicit sexual content ノ size difference ノ dick riding ノ objectification ノ p in v ノ praise ノ clark has huge dick syndrome.

“Just… take it slow.” CLARK KENT encourages, but it’s said more so for himself than you. A large, flattened palm emphasizes his instruction, gesturing for you to relax without grabbing you to take over your actions. You stop, his eyes flickering to meet yours questioningly, until he takes a shot in the dark. “Please.” It’s delightfully endearing, and it loosens you up a little.

“It’s not that, Clark, I’m just—you’re just so… you know,” Big. You try to hint at it without blurting it out. Hovering over his lap too long, a tremor builds in your thighs, and you bite down onto your lip as you let it pass through you in a shudder.

His expression adjusts as the realization dawns on him, “Ah,” he exclaims thoughtfully, and he tests the waters, bringing his hands to your body to rest in comfortable places. Your waist seems appropriate, and your fingers fiddle with the muscle in his shoulders as you keep chewing your lip. “Do you want me to take over?” the question is punctuated with a shift of his hips, arranging himself in a better position to begin, but even the marginal movement has you whining with need. It alerts him, tensing up instantly as he freezes while your pretty face twists in pleasured agony. You’re still wrapped around his reddened tip, and it’s a burning kind of stretch that makes you wish you could just shove him in all the way—at the cost of ripping you in half.

Through your heavy lids and thick eyelashes, you manage to meet his gaze with darkened pupils that don’t want to cooperate. You hum a pitiful “uh-huh” while you nod your head, signaling to him that he’s right. His thumbs on your torso stroke at your skin comfortingly, big hands clamped around you as he raises you. The lip of his head catches on the rim of your pussy, and you suck in a breath as an emptiness replaces what used to be filled.

“We’re gonna take it nice and easy,” Clark talks you through it, but even his exhale hitches when cold air hits his slit. Carefully, he lowers you back on, feeding his dick back into your silken walls before taking it away again—all to introduce your hole to his size little by little. The method chips away at your tightness, and you try to follow his movements with yours even if you’re weak in the knees. “Wanna look at me, duchess? Let me see your eyes?” He tilts his head, his curls falling over his forehead as he chases your gaze. You do your best to peel your eyes open one-by-one, granting him his wish as you pant through your open mouth taking his cock one agonizing inch at a time. The sight of you barely holding on when he’s not even halfway in, stretches a smile onto his face, and if you were more coherent, you’d say it’s one of pride as well as endearment.

One hand cautiously releases your side, while the other takes your weight entirely, bobbing you up and down as if you were no heavier than a fleshlight. His other slides between you two to seek out your pretty bud, resting his thick fingers on your thigh while his thumb comes to stroke at that clit. The new sensation slicks you up as quickly as it occurred, and you gasp at how elevated it all feels from a simple action like that. “That’s what you were missing. Right, baby? It’s hard to loosen up without it. You’re so tight…” You know he didn’t say it like it’s a compliment, but it makes your insides jump anyway. Your muscle contracts and suddenly he can fit a lot more in. “Does that feel good?” he asks, his thumb leisurely circling your bud as your pussy drools around him.

Desperately, you nod your head with a couple of “mm-hmm’s!” that lead him to speed up—introducing you to more of his length as he picks up the pace on petting your clit. Your hands abandon gripping his shoulders for stability and instead overlay his. Yours are dwarfed by him, but he takes your guidance, absorbing how you’re putting pressure on his knuckles and replicating it against your poor pearl, getting puffy from the stimulation and the lack of getting railed. It all lights a fire under your ass, and your body moves for you, bouncing in place to try and force more of his cock into you. You can’t overpower the Superman, but he does let you take it all down to the hilt—his strength making a sex toy out of you.

[pommeauromarin]

Enemies to lovers, but only one of them thinks they're enemies. The other has been entirely obsessed since the beginning.

Only acceptable way for me to read this trope

[sanjisprincesss]

Shoutout to the fictional characters who live rent free in my head, paying for nothing but emotional damage.

[sunsburns]

your alien boyfriend is just so alien in the sense that his anatomy is just slightly different and off putting but you kinda love it.

you’ve noticed his heartbeat doesn’t really sound like a heartbeat, and he’s so fascinated by the way yours beats so rhythmically.

or maybe his irises get slightly wider than a normal person’s would when he sees something he likes, making them seem darker than what they usually are.

he doesn’t drink, like at all, which is fine, but he tells you it’s because alcohol doesn’t effect him. you think he’s just realizing he’s a heavy weight but you’ve seen him take ten consecutive shots back to back and not even flinch once. but funnily enough he does act a little tipsy at the smell of your perfume.

he’s also weirdly light on his feet. like, you can barely make out his footsteps half of the time and he tends to scare you sometimes because of it. you can only tell when he’s approaching is if the door creaks, or he knocks something over or he trips on his own feet or something along those lines.

he can also hold his breath for an concerningly long period of time. whenever the two of you are at the beach or the pool and he dives in, he spends an uncomfortable amount of time underwater. and when you start to worry, even the lifeguard (if there is one) starts to blow their whistle, he resurfaces casually, barely breathless.

he also kisses you like he doesn’t really need oxygen to breathe, it’s almost as if he can breathe through you, quite literally taking the breath from your lungs. he’s always looking at you like a kicked puppy whenever you pull away, telling him you need a minute for air. he doesn’t really get that you don’t breathe the same way he does.

[iidilio]

His hips never stopped their relentless rhythm, his thick, hard length slamming into your dripping pussy, his movements shook the bed beneath you both.

His large hand slid from your soft breast to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he held you against the bed, making you to take his tongue completely, the relentless touch of his lips against yours. "I could kiss you like this for hours", he murmured, nipping at your bottom lip before soothing the soft sting with a sensual swipe of his tongue. "Could feast on the sweetness of your mouth, could drink down every last drop of your pleasure until there's nothing left to give"

He murmured almost sweetly. And you knew he wasn't lying, not when he looked at you so sweetly and made you feel so special beneath him.

[acid-ixx]

tell your baby, that i'm your baby. (a loving family, an unpalatable desire drabble)

ft. yandere damian wayne x gn! neglected spouse reader x yandere superfam

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

this is written in regards to one of my drabbles, i can't help but sigh at just how good the angst is for damian in this series.

because in loving family, unpalatable desire, you pretty much exclusively nickname him "dami, baby," from day one right after meeting him. you say it not in a way that you wish to overstep your boundaries at simply being his stepparent - you're aware, despite the ache in your chest admitting it, that you'll never come quite close to talia's standing in his heart, it's simply impossible with how she raised him her entire life before being dropped off in bruce's care - but because you find the boy adorable if you look past his intent at trying to murder you at every passing glance.

or maybe it's just you trying to cope with the pain of your situation, that you consider them all your beloved children, yet never being once called their parent throughout your entire marriage that breaks apart the illusion of a happy home life, that this wasn't the marriage you wanted at all; that you'll never bear a time in your life stuck in the manor seeing their genuine smiles directed at you even if you attempt to approach as patiently as possible in hopes your presence might be accepted— even if it results in awkward laughs at your cringy jokes at the dinner table, or one of damian's weapons nearly plunging the side of your head.

maybe, it's such a struggle to keep the flicker of light alive in your body whenever all your hardships fail, and all throughout you find your husband with lipstick stains all over his white collar every time he comes home that your mind forces itself to believe that with enough trial and error, maybe one of them could eventually tolerate, rather than pity you.

unfortunately, you chose damian, the one who you're convinced arguably despises you the most, of all people living or visiting the manor to run the test.

so in all the instances you chirp out his nickname, so fondly, so eminently heard across the walls of the manor, even in the spacious expanse of the gardens could your voice be heard from miles away, all because you wish to bond with him, praising his artworks with your grating voice, to give him intricate gifts you know will be discarded in the trash in front of you; you'll be met with a stubborn glare and mean comments about how he'll never consider you his parent, to relinquish your delusions at thinking he'll even let you past his walls, and how he'll never follow through the orders of a scum like you.

which is what you're forced to deal with every single day, coupled with harsh reminders of their happiness without the need for your presence beside them.

sometimes, his reactions could be his typical harsh comments, you've grown accustomed enough to differentiate what is harmless and what borders on violence; it's enough to know when to stop bothering him despite your best efforts. other times, it would be as intense as running a sword through the strands of your hair until he chops it at the end with a threat to cut off your tongue right after if you dare call him that putrid nickname again that cuts deeper than any wound.

with every trial of becoming closer to him, results in an even widening crack in your relationship with the young boy. and eventually, with enough sighs under your breath and harsh glares from him, you'll come into terms that you'll never form a cordial bond with the young boy. it's just impossible with how he views you, sheltered and undeserving because of your family's reputation of being money laundering scum.

at that period of time, you instead chose to strengthen your relationship with the reporter who saved you one day from the paparazzi's cruel interviews, the cute man from the daily planet whose name is clark kent with an even more adorable son, jon, who welcomed you with open arms and a tight hug on your stomach, muttering about how he's so excited to meet his new parent, just when you first stepped on the doors of your affair partner's home; that was enough to relinquish any anguish you felt at the manor replaced with absolute joy at what seems to be the first time you're considered the parent, part of a family, in a completely different household.

it helps erase the shadow of doubt that you may be cursed to never be accepted into an established family with just how bright, how comparable jon was to an overexcitable golden retriever, bonding with you since day one unlike all the other insufferable moments crammed into a jam-packed dinner table— only for your voice to be discarded and overpowered by others.

you start to call him your baby instead, completely in awe at the cute freckles littering his sun-kissed skin and the country boy accent he adopted from his dad. you couldn't help but hold his cheeks in your palms and kiss all over his face whilst you kneel to his level, laughing along with the giggles erupting from his throat that creates this harmonious melody in clark's ears, who watches you scoop the boy into your arms just to swing him back and forth in cuteness aggression, just how it always should've been with you.

clark pictures the moment together, capturing jon's smooshed face shadowed by your hair whilst you look at his, no, your son with inexplicable joy, eyes crinkled and shining brightly under the halo of the sunset.

and clark doesn't even have to see just much jon loves and cherishes you at first glance.

he wouldn't even dare compare you to his late mother, never once calling you a replacement or a homewrecker, placing you upon a pedestal you deserve to be instead; because let's face it, you simply live in the manor, but your true home is where clark and jon, and ma and pa kent are at. pictures of your little family are framed in your shared bedroom for you to graze your finger upon whenever you wish to reminisce the blessings bestowed upon meeting your affair partner at just by chance.

but you shouldn't have forgotten about damian that quickly, not when jon all-too suddenly shoves that photo of you in his wallet in front of his face, it made damian's mind go off in a tangent, in both curiosity and frustated yet unstated interrogations at your sudden disappearance (your grating voice don't call out to him anymore, and suddenly, the manor is quieter; he despises that feeling of emptiness more than he does of your nickname for him) then reappearance as jon's, funny, hah—!

jon's parent.

and in moments of careful investigation does he realize—

when you're with jon, his best friend, when he spies in on you at the little farm you now live in, currently alone with someone whom you call your true son, that he comes to realize just how much that nickname means so much to him, as your voice, with that soft tone, scold his friend with that familiar warmth you always used to direct at him with the softest of gaze, an angel unlike the sea of rich bastards he meets at the galas who only communicate with him to form connections, advantages by being associated with a family of the wayne's.

it's only when you're stripped away from him that he realizes how much he relishes your sweet occupancy into his heart, how there's always been an unbidden, forbidden chamber in his heart that beats for the love you offer him that was unlike the harsh environment he was born in.

he's never been adorned with such a delicate title that portrays him the opposite of what he's raised to be; damian has always been the blood son, son of the bat and heir to the demon king's throne, but never something as fond, as unforeseen as someone's baby.

it just thwarts the spark of hope in his heart and extends the lump in his throat at the scene that plays before him, the loving nickname you oh-so carefully address him now relinquished and graced to another boy, his friend no less— who you considered yours, who he's aware is way more deserving of being called your baby rather than him, who had always denied you from the very start.

"jon, baby, you help me clean the windows tomorrow, alright, young man? it's stained with all your fingerprints!" you scold him as assertively as you can, kneeling down to his level and pinching his cheeks all while grinning at the boy. jon retorts with a tongue out his lips and a scrunch of his nose. it garners a laugh from you, one damian swore he's never heard sounded so desirable until now.

why are you calling jon your baby?

"not my fault, mom/dad! i get so excited to see you come home every time you have to return there!" damian seethes at the scene of jon's pouting and puppy-eyes looking up at you, that should've been him.

"can't you just stay here? forever?"

damian despises how he engraves the melody of your laughter in reply to jon's words, right into his eardrums, but omits the disgustingly sweet chirp in your voice calling jon, not him, your baby. his mind nips away at the memories at all the moments you addressed him too, and how he always rejected and corrected you to call him by his name like a proper person rather than a maniac pushing themself into his life.

he doesn't want to ever hear you address him, if it means it's not by his nickname that you now call jon.

damian couldn't even deny how the huge grin that stretches across your face at the sight of his best friend scalds him with bitterness, he wasn't even aware you're capable of such enjoyment, not when back at the manor your hesitant with even displaying a tinge of happiness— as if you're capable of doing so, not when he knows he's one of the main contributors for being the reason of your current affair.

and yet he wishes he could lie and say he didn't miss it, miss your expectant stare at him, the contrast of talia's comfort compared to yours, when the hugs you offer him, the gifts carefully curated to his preferences, the palpable love that never once wavered for your family that you could never call yours, they all seem like a distant dream now that you're away from them; from him.

it hurts watching you two communicate even further, for once it's him in the background watching like an outsider instead of you. for once, he understands what isolation feels like, what foreboding desires fester deep into his scarred soul that could only be cured with one of the softest cuddly hugs, the sweetest, flutter of your lashes as you stare oh-so fondly at jon like he meant the world to you, like it was only the two of you in the world embracing the light filtering through the windows, side by side, inseparable.

if there was one wish he could conjure, a desire he was trained to forfeit himself to feel that creeps its way into the depths of his guarded heart— it's that once you put jon into bed - even if it takes hours, even his heart feels like it's being squeezed out of blood watching your nightly, affectionate routine with jon; reading him bedtime stories, eating together, laughing lightly at the dinner table while you feed him your share of the plate, moments he never thought he felt compelled to spend with you - once he strikes at the perfect opportunity to talk to you, to confront your blunder of choosing them over him, of his woes towards your relationship—

he wishes, with unceasing faith, that you still love him enough to call him your baby once more.

a/n: let this blow up and i might just actually fix my schedule to give more updates. anyways, more damian wayne and jon kent content! one of my fave runs is with supersons and i love fluff paired with angst too so this is a win-win. pls leave in some comments about this series, since ngl i didn't give it as much love as i did for a&a 😭 so yes! mitski inspired chapter with more conflicting feelings. i'm still working around writer's block but everyone's undying support helps motivate me a lot!!!

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[cyber333angel]

BREEDING KINK WITH CLARK KENT !

a/n : very smutty obvi, fem!reader, daddy kink. mating press. enjoy >.<

it was hot. way too hot that your decorated rooms aroma was filled only with the smell of you and clarks sweaty skin sticking to each other, mixed with the breath hitching pants that came out of the two of you. your pleasure was only heightened with the feeling of him on top of you, weighing and pressing you down, making you feel so..caged in. he was unconsciously forcing you to really feel just how deep he was inside of you, thrusting into your soaked walls with his girthy dick and muscular arms. “haah baby, can feel you squeezing me so tight..” you were but it was only because of how pressured you were feeling, having to look straight into clarks eyes as he plows into you with his intoxicated gaze. he makes your head so blurry with the way he uses his dick and doesn’t even know it, “ mm s’good, feel you filling me.. so deep!” you whine out with your hands resting on top of his neck, hips senselessly flowing along with his as they move back and forth on the bed. “mm wait, t-too deep s’gonna reach-“ you sob, it’s like you could feel his dick messing up your insides, overstimulating but all the more satisfying.

you push at his abdomen with weak arms and squeezed shut eyes, getting cut off with a moan being pulled from your throat as clark brings you back with a hand on your jaw. “reach where hm? gonna reach your tummy? huh gonna-gonna let me give you a baby?” he was basically blabbering at this point, too pussydrunk to think rationally. and you mindlessly nodded your head along with your boyfriend. “yes please clark! gonna make you a daddy!” the sound of you and clarks skin bouncing off each other was disgusting, the slapping of his balls against your ass and the creaks of the bed under you.

clarks pace gets faster as he keeps thrusting into you, cock almost kissing your cervix while you hear a flow of pleads from above you. “you’ll let me cum inside right? promise it will feel so good angel-you have to let me fill you u-up..” and he just sounds so cute when he begs like that, of course he can, anything he wants. “yesyes please! wanna feel it so bad daddy..” that nickname only flustering him more and making your boyfriend bottom out in your pussy, forehead pressing against yours, “fuckfuck-“ seeing his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth in a frown. dick sloppily thrusting into you when you feel ropes of cum shoot into you, warm and in an abundance, you scratch at his back and squeeze your thighs around clarks waist.

“mph makin me feel so’good clark!” you say bucking your hips into him, making you feel his length so much deeper in your cunt and only making clarks whimpers louder as he finishes cumming inside. “too much-“ he winced, unconsciously still thrusting into you slowly while you rub your sensitive bud, cumming all over his dick with a cry as he holds your back. clark lifts you slightly until your sat on his lap, his face in the warm crook of your neck breathing heavily. you were sure your insides were a mess, filled to the brim of clark and you just finished too. your boyfriend looks up at you with his doe eyes and his slight smile, “what?” you giggle to him and he kisses the skin of your chest. “thank you sweetheart.” laughing even more when you realize he’s thanking you for letting him cum inside.

[lillyrob]

Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to upload😫😫😫

[frickingnerd]

Blazing Blade Men Masterlist

Eliwood

eliwood with a childhood friend who's a member of the black fang - headcanons

Hector

hector with a socially anxious s/o - headcanons

Nils

falling asleep on nils lap - headcanons

Sain

sain walking in on you changing - headcanons

Kent

exes to lovers with kent - headcanons

Wil

wil dating dan's ex - headcanons

Erk

erk crushing on a taken reader - headcanons

Raven

raven with a weak but protective s/o - headcanons

Lucius

lucius with a traumatized crush - headcanons

Matthew

dating matthew - headcanons

Guy

confessing to guy - oneshot

Rath

parting ways with rath - oneshot

Dart

dart asking you out - oneshot

dating dart - headcanons

Canas

academic rivals to lovers with canas - headcanons

Legault

second chances - drabble

Pent

secretly dating pent - headcanons

Jaffar

“those hardest to love need it most” - oneshot

Marcus

marcus with a chaotic s/o - headcanons

Dorcas

dorcas with a pregnant s/o - headcanons

[dollfacefantasy]

clark kent x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, car sex, mating press a/n: ummm yeah i need him so bad it makes me ill <3

for as long as you'd known clark, you'd never known him to lose his temper. he was forever-patient, your boyfriend. understanding to almost a frustrating degree. especially with you, his little love.

he was already pretty easy to get along with, but on the rare occasion you did have issues, clark seemed to have a natural instinct for deescalating you. he never raised his voice, never spoke an unkind word about you, never gave you a look harsher than what could be described as stern.

all it took to calm you down was a glimpse of his natural puppy-dog eyes and pretty plush lips. his thick arms would circle around you and hold you to his chest. he'd sway back and forth with you a little, a small smile on his face as you melted into the embrace. whatever semblance of tension or irritation that had been bubbling up easily dissolved into a puddle between the two of your bodies.

so, all that to say, you didn't really believe clark possessed any kind of rough edge or combative instinct. despite his large stature, you couldn't really picture him ever being rough.

that was until tonight.

you and clark had planned to drop by some event at the talon, but your sweet boyfriend had warned you earlier that he found out there'd probably be some trouble there later. some potentially dangerous situation that he wanted you avoiding at all costs. it was for your safety. he just wanted you to stay home where he wouldn't be worried while him and chloe investigated.

but did you listen to him? of course not. you went anyways, not in the mood to listen to his vague explanations as to how he even discovered this information in the first place. you put on a cute little dress with some new shoes you bought specifically for the night and took off.

unfortunately for you, clark had turned out to be right. not even thirty minutes after you arrived, chaos broke out. people flew through walls and glass shattered everywhere, all because of some guy who looked like his body could stretch and bend like a rubberband. it totally sucked. but none of that was even the worst part. you survived the craziness of whatever that person's problem was. the real danger came when the dust settled and you saw clark across the room staring at you.

he looked pissed.

he was at your side in an instant, but closing the distance didn't soften him any. it kind of did the opposite since up close he could see a bloody scrape stretching across your cheekbone.

you could see he was worried first and foremost, but behind that concerned top coat a fire burned. as soon as your small wound had been tended to, his long fingers clasped around your bicep. he pulled you to your feet and all but dragged you out of the coffee shop.

"clark i-" you started in an attempt to explain yourself.

"save it," he said, voice as cold as you'd ever heard it, "i asked you for one thing. that's it. stay home for your own good. don't come out here and pointlessly risk your life."

"it wasn't that bad," you defend weakly.

"but why even take the chance?" he asked with true exasperation, "i shouldn't need to convince you that your safety is more important than whatever they had going on tonight."

he didn't continue the lecture beyond that. just walked with a clenched jaw and motivated stare in the direction of his truck. like always, he opened the door for you when you got there. though this time, he practically scooped you up and dumped you into the car.

he was silent as he drove, fingers tight around the steering wheel. you could practically feel the frustration rolling off of him. the urge to lash out for once was near spilling over. he pulled the car over, and you figured you were really in for it. in a way you were right, just not how you thought.

clark didn't bother yelling, didn't try to start a fight. he glared at you for a few silent seconds before leaning across the seats and crashing his lips against yours. he kissed you like he wanted to steal the breath from your lungs.

after a blur of clothing being shifted around and positioning body parts awkwardly in the confined space, you found yourself in the meanest mating press of your life.

you were folded in half beneath all of clark's weight. the points of your new heels scraped up the truck's ceiling while your knees squished against your chest. little squeaks and whines slipped their way out of you as his tip battered against your cervix. he was so deep you swore you could feel your insides rearranging to make room for him.

"clarkkkk," you mewled before biting your lip, desperately searching for some way to ground yourself. one set of your fingers gripped strands of his dark hair while the other held a fist of his flannel.

"what, baby?" he panted. for once, clark wasn't fawning over you between thrusts. he wasn't cooing or praising you for taking him so well. instead, he had his face against your neck and his hands wrapped around your waist, bucking into your dripping heat with enough force to rock the car.

you tried to force out words to convey what you were thinking. too big. too much. so deep. harder. faster. none of those made it though. only choked moans and then a sharp squeal when he rolled his hips and struck that extra-sensitive sweet spot inside you.

"someone's gonna see if they drive by," you whimpered, squirming underneath him.

"maybe you should hold still then and let me finish, huh?" he grunted, "no one's gonna see. everyone's in town dealing with the mess from tonight. the one i told you was gonna happen."

"i didn't think-"

"i know you didn't," he interrupted, "didn't use that pretty little head at all, did you?"

words of defense eluded you right now, his nonstop thrusts keeping your mind cloudy. instead you chose to whine, your lip quivering he rolled his hips deeper yet again.

"oh yeah?" he asked, as if you'd said something coherent.

you opened your mouth again to speak, to really argue back this time, but you were cut off by your own desperate cry when his hands tugged you closer and speared you even further on his cock. you could feel him grinning against your neck at the noise.

"i know, baby. i know you're sorry. you don't have to explain. thinking's too hard for you right now, yeah?" he cooed, his tone bordering on mocking.

your pout got more severe but so did the needy sounds escaping your mouth. you felt those long fangs of his scrape against your throat. his tongue then glided across the area, making you shudder.

"clark-" you tried to say something else, but he cut you off. he raised his head up and kissed you deep again, swallowing the words right from your mouth. when he pulled back for air, he rested his sweaty forehead against yours.

"you can be such a brat," he breathed, "so much whining even though i know you love this."

the truck creaked as his movements continued to jostle it. you felt his breath fanning across your face and watched as his eyes fluttered shut. you knew he was getting close, but so were you. your cunt squeezed around him rhythmically, coaxing him too the edge along with you.

"you gonna cum, baby?" he finally muttered against your lips.

you nodded eagerly, more than ready to release. it only took a few more hard thrusts to get you there, and clark followed along no problem. in the afterglow, he laid on top of you for a minute or so, trapping you in a cage of searing body heat.

when he finally did sit up, the two of you fixed your clothes and stretched your limbs. he looked over at you with more tenderness. your boyfriend's gentle temperament had seemingly returned with the relief his peak brought.

he cupped your jaw with his fingers, looking over that cut on your face. leaning in, he gave it a small kiss before starting up the car again.

"i'm just trying to look out for you, you know? just... please listen next time. i don't know what i'd do if you got hurt. you had me worried sick."

"i will. i'm sorry i scared you," you replied softly. your eyes studied the loving look in his eyes and the way his features seemed so at peace now that all his adrenaline was out of his system.

you grabbed his hand across the seats and traced little patterns on his knuckles for the drive home. he let you play with his fingers but shot you a glance.

"i'm serious. next time you get involved with something like that i won't let you off so easy," he teased.

you smiled and nodded, wanting to put his mind at ease. though in the back of your mind, a small part of you considered trying again some time, just to see what "not so easy" looked like to him.