#kent x woc reader

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Clark x reader where he meets her (perhaps saves her), becomes infatuated with her, stalks her subtly and is subtly dark but not outright obvious.

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You were sitting in your office one moment and the next thing you know,  you were under the rubble of your office building, your body was crushed, you were pretty sure that your limb were broken in several places, and you could taste the blood in your mouth. The weight of destroyed chunks of cement was crushing your body making it harder and harder for you to breathe, you were losing consciousness, and you reluctantly embraced the comforting blanket of death.

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Kal-El was deserately trying to save people around him who were engulfed in the rubble of the building. He could hear several heartbeats simultaneously most them were strong enough to survive a few seconds under the rubble as he rescued people in critical conditions, but one heartbeat was slowing down, that sound was coming from the other side of the giant pile of rubble. Clark dove in head first to save the poor soul on the brink of death. He carried you out of the destruction safely in his arms. In the rush he did not hear your waning hearbeats. Maybe it was a good thing that you were rescued by a God who did not follow the laws of nature and brought you back to life with little effort. 

When you opened your eyes after being revived, you saw a hazy silhouette of something blue and red. You were covered in debris and your nose and throat were filled with crushed cement and sand. You began retching as soon as oxygen flooded your lungs. Superman flew to the nearest ambulance and deposited you in their hands. You didn't recall much of what happened or even your rescue by a God walking among mere mortals on this earth. All you remember was waking up in a hospital bed and your Mom, Dad and siblings bickering by your side. 

Doctors were marveling at the speed of your recovery despite multiple injuries and severe internal bleeding every doctor on the hospital floor was wondering how you survived but you rushed it away but to your parents, it was an act of God, not the God they were praying to but still an act of God. On the third day,  you were visited by a bespectacled journalist from Daily Planet, whatever that was.

You thought he looked astonished to see you but then you brushed off it as you seeing things that weren't there. Your doctor said you would experience something like that because of the trauma your body and brain went through. 

Clark was stunned to see you alive and thriving, he had done his best to heal you up but your life was still hanging on by a thread when he reluctantly left you with the paramedics. His curiosity was not letting him sleep at night. So, he took the initiative and scouted several hospitals using his journalist credentials. But seeing you alive and well, looking fragile like a doll being doted upon your family, he felt some warmth blooming in his chest. You looked precious and fragile like a dewdrop on a flower.

Clark wanted to interview/interrogate you alone but your older brother and sister refused to leave your side while your younger brother gave him a stink eye. He asked you some prodding questions but you were unable to answer any of that, you did not remember anything apart from some blue and red haze. Clark smiled, you remembered his silhouette even if you did not remember seeing him. Clark could feel the irritation radiating out your siblings, your brothers were itching to throw him out. He made himself scarce pretty quickly after that. While he was exiting the hospital, he cocentrated on voices coming from your room. 

"You can't stay here overnight", the nurse said.

"We don't want to leave her alone.", your sister replied.

"Ma'am, we understand but hospital policies are something that can not be changed for any patient" the nurse explained patiently.

"But, she almost died, what if she dies again?" your younger brother whined like a pre-teen. 

"She is not gonna die, she is healthy, and she will be here when you come tomorrow during visiting hours." 

"You guys need to go home and rest" you replied in raspy voice. 

"But.."

"No buts, I'm not gonna die overnight, I know I scared you all but you need to go home and rest. Also, take care of Mom and Dad,  I had to practically kick them out." you added.

"Go, I need some sleep, I can't rest without you three hovering over me like mother hen" 

They protested but your siblings left you alone  for the night.

The nurse gave you an injection for your pain and you were dead to the world.

Clark rushed home and had a quick shower before he headed out for the night. He entered your hospital room undetected, there you were sleeping blissfully, unaware of your saviour's eyes on you, scanning your body. He healed your body with his Kryptonian powers and he sat down on your bed. He did not know what came over him,  he caressed your cheek, he brushed off the strand of hair on your face which was irritating you in your sleep, you unknowingly snuggle into his warmth. Clark decided to stay with you at the  but his plans were interrupted by the night nurse making the rounds. He stayed as long as he could feeling a connection with you, something that wasn't common for him. He left you alone that night with a silent promise to return.    

[shotgunbunny]

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WC:4.7k+ GIF by cavill-henry

{dark!clark kent X camgirl!reader}

{warnings!!! Age gap not specified but there is one!! Masturbation!! Exhibition?! Smut!! DUBCON/NONCON!! Dirty talk!! Breeding kink!! Stalking!! Mentions of murder!! Seems like a sweetheart but he isn't Clark!! Lois bashing!! Threats!!! Stockholm Syndrome!!!}

Clark was absolutely baffled by you. You were a puzzle that he couldn't figure out and he was absolutely obsessed with the game. You challenged him without knowing. You challenged his control, his nobility, his very will of remaining good. But he was a simple bat of eyelashes away from snapping and ruining his reputation.

You worked with him in the office. While he worked on the small sports articles you worked beside him on small fashion articles. You put your heart into every little report on the newest line of shoes coming out, and every fashion tip that was current floating around. Clark often would allow himself to stare at you typing, your bottom lip wedged between your teeth until you realised the cliché you were doing. You would blink and giggle quietly and then head back to typing after your small mental break.

Clark took in the sparkle of your eyes everytime, how they lit up over your cliché and how romance books had bled it's terribly cute habits into your actions. He was hypnotized with every giggled behind your small hands, every strand of hair that you swept out of your face. He was just entranced in you, he had been the day he first met you.

He remembers so clearly how Lois teased him and how he rolled his eyes at her. He did enjoy her company but she could not hold a firey candle to your sun light beaming on him. Clark almost considered her his muse at one point, but then he stumbled upon you and he was ignited with a vigor for humanity like never before. Lois was bitter at first from loosing his attention but when she started receiving threats and dead birds on her doorstep she soon stopped, far too consumed in her own fear to try and ruin Clarks love.

It was worth it. Everything was. Clark had everything where he wanted and soon you'd be his, but for now he would stare at you working and as he drowned in your beauty he felt himself slip into daydreams of when you first met.

Clark had been working particularly hard all night saving Metrocity from villains that seemed to linger around every corner. And when he was finally done defeating the wrong doers, he realised he had to get to work, so he bolted home and changed out of Superman and into Clark Kent. He let out a huff, feeling exhausted already, his limbs ached slightly and his body craved sleep.

He headed to work, stopping once for a bagel and a coffee before quicky paying and shooting back into the street eager to get to work on time. As he entered the elevator he let out a sigh and soon a yawn slipped past his lips. As the doors opened he slowly headed to his desk and drank his coffee, desperate to consume it so that it could provide him with energy. As he sat down he turned to his left and saw the usually empty desk, not empty. Infact it was almost as if there was someone who moved into the booth. He furrowed his brows and his answers were quickly met when he scanned the area and saw Perry leading a girl out.

"Attention everyone, this is our new employee Y/N. She'll be working on the fashion section. Treat her kindly, that's all. Get back to work." The words echoed around the area and Clark felt his heart race. You were going to sit next to him. A smile graced his lips as he saw you gracefully walk to your desk. You sat down and turned to look at Clark. He smiled, drinking in the familiarity of your eyes. They were so beautiful he was able to recognize them anywhere from in person to online. He held a steady hand out to you and you smiled, your cheeks raising and blushing over how polite the handsome co-worker was.

He couldn't help himself from trying to provoke you so he stared fully into you eyes, allowing himself to drown in your attention. "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." He noted your heart racing before it slowed down. You stared at him, a smile still gracing your lips and you blinked slowly before turning to your computer. You glanced at him before gracing him with your voice in person, "You might have, you might not have. Who cares? We're here now." You flashed him a smile with teeth completely wiping him out. He was absolutely smitten with you. Ever since he saw you online he knew, you were utterly perfect.

He returned your toothy smile with his own before speaking, "You're absolutely correct. We are here now and I am absolutely ecstatic to have a booth partner. I hope you're ready for my to grumble over the Chiefs loosing." You giggled at him, and then began getting on with work allowing idle natter to float between you two. All the while Lois stared at you both, seeing the charm oozing off Clark and how you repaid it with your giggles and smiles. She was absolutely furious, how dare this little bimbo steal his attention, she had known Clark longer and been through more than you could ever know with him.

You smiled at him and giggled, you were accepting his flirts and you accepted them with pride. Clark knew that. He could tell with the way your eyes sparkled. Which is why he decided to shower you with his shy comments everyday at work. Commenting how pretty your eyes were, how cute your dress was all with rosy cheeks and a small stutter. It was worth his awkward stuttering to see you beam with pride just from his words.

Today was no different, he had told you how great you looked but ofcourse in his own way. "You look- stunning- I mean f-fantastic." And you did, your lips glossed and plump, your cheeks lightly blushed with pretty eyelashes that made you eyes look magnificent. You giggled bringing a hand up and hiding your giggle behind it but he heard it regardless and was swimming in adoration from the sound.

After a full day of working and using his charm on you, he had distinguished your real blush from your makeup blush and that alone filled his ego. He made you blush. As you both headed for the elevator, you pulled your phone out and began typing. All the while, Clark, you and Lois as well as a few other co workers stuffed into the small space. When you put your phone back in your pocket, Clark felt his vibrate. He pulled it out and saw your notification to the public.

'Tonight at 8 cst! Prepare yourself angels, I am dripping from work.'

Clark smirked. He made you blush and he made you wet. He knew that ofcourse, he could smell your sweet juice from where he sat, but seeing you openly say you were dripping from work made his cock stir. The elevator stopped on the last floor and opened. Everyone promptly said goodbye, Clark flashed you a wink and a smile and you looked down blushing before heading home. He watched you rush away, God you were cute.

"You know Smallville, why not make a move?" Clark turned his head, his eyes still focused on you. "The times not right. Did you get in touch with Superman yet? See if he'll help you?" Lois heaved a sigh and shook her head, "He won't even try and see me anymore, but the dead animals have finally stopped and the threats are slowly stopping too." Clark nodded. Ofcourse Superman wouldn't see her anymore, he had someone else to watch. It was true he had stopped his extreme threats but that's due to Lois calming down and accepting the fact that he was very inlove with you.

And with that Clark walked away, excitement coursing through his veins for tonight. Soon he was gonna break, and if tonight was any good, he was going to break so incredibly quick and then snap you up without a second thought.

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Today had been such a good day at work. You finished your article and Perry loved it, well he loved how it was written. And Clark kept flirting with you. So much that you were sure if he called you pretty one more time your heart would have exploded from how much it was beating. You did have an enormous crush on Clark, he was such a gentleman and it definitely helped how beautiful he was. His chiseled jaw and his hypnotic blue eyes always lulled you into staring at his beautiful face. You sighed, as much as you'd love to date him, you knew some of his views were a little outdated and if you told him about your second job he would be absolutely disgusted by you.

It didn't bother you, it just annoyed you. Many men in the world watched porn yet the second their partner suggested doing it they would often grimace and grumble. But you didn't care, the extra money was amazing and the thrill of being watched by so many people was enchanting. You remember one time after you had just cum and ended your stream, you were cleaning yourself up, clad only in a dressing gown when Superman appeared on your balcony.

Your heart jumped in your throat, scared of what might happen when suddenly he furrowed his brows and stared at you concern swirling in his eyes. "Is everything okay here? I heard screams." You blushed looking down, Superman had heard you cumming! Shame filled you veins and you mumbled out to him, "Yes I'm fine. I'm so sorry it was um my um pleasured noises. I'm a cam girl." Your heart was racing after telling the literal alien your job. You peaked up from the floor and saw his eyes widen and then a soft smile coat his lips, a light blush appearing on the tips of his ears. "It's absolutely fine angel. Just as long as you're okay. I'm sorry for disturbing you." And with that he flew off.

After that you decided that you needed a job and that when you joined The Daily Planet. You didn't see Superman after that incident except for on the news and you felt relieved knowing that he didn't say anything or harass you. Infact you didn't even think he cared. You smiled, he was a good man.

You got changed out of your dress and took your soaked panties off and threw them on the wash. You changed into a lace lingerie and put a sheer dressing gown on. You had eaten dinner and done your chores, so now it was time for some fun. You pulled out your vibrator and dildo and placed them next to you on your bed. You set your laptop up in the perfect place and got ready for the stream. When you started it, you saw many fill in, but decided for the first five minutes to moisturise your legs while you waited for any sticklers to join.

After you were done you smiled at the camera. "Hi there everyone. I have been so wet all day. I woke up from a naughty dream about a certain flying superhero and then I had to go to work where a co worker got my panties soaked!" You said it all with a sultry voice making sure to purse your lips and push your tits together to look pretty in the camera while saying the naughtiest things. You looked at the comments and blushed.

s.man.kent: God what a naughty slut, both of those men deserve to ruin your tight holes.

filth.y.lover: you should sell those dirty underwear

want.to.fucck: god I am so fuckin hard for you.

dirtyyy.daddyyy: get on with it you dirty slut.

You slowly slid your gown off revealing more flesh to your watchers. You got on your knees and played with the band of your panties before you slid your hands up to your tits and squeezed them in the bra. You then pulled it off watching the tips roll in. You smiled and then pinched your nipples seeing them harden behind the fabric, you saw how desperate the men were so you unstrapped your bra and let your breasts out with a fake gasp knowing that everyone that was watching thrived on your sounds. You threw your bra on the floor and stared at the camera, slowly bringing you hands up to cup your tits letting out a moan when you rubbed your thumb over your nipples.

You then decided it was time to get into the main event, and brought your panties down showing your wet, little pussy to everyone, you moaned and slapped your cunt making sure everyone heard how wet you were. You smiled coyly at the camera, a blush coating your cheeks before you reached for your dildo and started to grind against it all while making little sighs and fluttering your eyes giving the illusion of intense pleasure when in reality it was just a tiny buzz. Once the toy was soaking you lined the head up and slowly thrusted up with a loud erotic moan. You slowly started thrusting faster watching all the tips fly in.

You reached out and grabbed your vibe placing it firmly on your clit before flicking it on and whining over the buzz. You turned the vibrations up until your thighs were shaking, you knew you were close to cumming and decided to thrust a little faster making your eyes roll back and pornographic moans to pour out of your soft lips. "I'm gonna cum-" You moaned loudly and convulsed feeling pleasure swipe over you. You layed there, sweating you vibrator laying on the bed still buzzing and your pussy still hugging onto the dildo. You pulled yourself up and turned your vibrator off, and slowly slid your toy out. You smiled, a heavy blush on your cheeks, "Thank you everyone for joining me today, I'll definitely buy some new toys." You giggled and winked before ending the stream.

You sighed and took a shower needing to clean your thighs up. After you were finished you went to check your phone and saw texts from Perry.

'Interview with Superman tomorrow at 2pm. Get something good out of him.'

Your eyebrows knitted and you stared confused. Why were you getting the interview and not Lois. Did he remember you and was finally about to shame you? Your heart skipped a beat. Oh god what if he was going to expose you. With a shaky sigh you prepared yourself for tomorrow and headed to bed.

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You left out a sigh, your nerves were acting up severely. This was going to be the biggest story ever and you were chosen. It didn't even fit you, you knew nothing about him! You worked in the fashion department for God's sake! When you asked Perry about this weird choice he said that Superman had requested you himself. You felt your heart race at what could happen and with no Clark around to help you calm down, you were melting in fear.

You made it to the rooftop where a table and 2 chairs were, you headed over to it and set up your notes and your recorder. You heard a 'whoosh'. You didn't need to turn to know who it was. Your heart raced with everyone heavy step that walked to the chair opposite you. You stared at him, taking in his muscular form in his suit and bringing your eyes up to his face as he sat down. He smiled at you. He then opened his mouth and spoke softly and you felt calm settle into your heart, "I do apologise if I have scared you, but Lois has been stalking me and I didn't want to be interviewed by someone who constantly wanted me involved in her personal life."

You felt your heart calm yet your mind started turning faster at hearing his voice. You smiled at him nodding, "I will admit I was incredibly confused as to why. I was scared you were going to say something about our last meeting." A dark look glazed over Superman's eyes and a smirk took over his face. "Oh angel, what makes you think I'm not going to?" You laughed awkwardly thinking he was joking. Yet when he stood up and shoved his chair back, you began to panic. You eyes widened as he stood straight, the power radiating off him was so intimidating that it caused fear to run into your veins.

"After our first meeting I was desperate for more of you. I heard you, and then I smelt you," He appeared before you and sniffed your hair making you shiver and let out a cry. "God your little pussy smelt divine, every part of you smelt perfect. I knew though that if I appeared to you again as Superman you'd be terrified so I did something better." You stared up at the hero, horror filling your heart as you saw the dark side of him. You stood up and took an unsteady step back. He chuckled at you, "You can't outrun me. So be a good girl and sit down and listen to me, and I'll be gentle with you. Got it?" You gulped your terror down, tears gathering in your eyes, a shaky whisper leaving your throat, "G-got it."

You sat down, soon Superman's large hands held your face, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. "Good girl. You see I thought if you were a cam girl it meant you'd have no idea who was watching and luckily for you, I was one of them. You made my cock so hard yesterday telling the stream that I made your cute little panties wet." You shook, it shouldn't have scared you. Afterall you agreed to let the word see you naked but the fact that someone who you knew was watching made your skin crawl.

He tilted your head up and stared up at him. "But the best part was interacting with you nearly every day baby. Look into my eyes, you know them." You stared into his blue orbs and slowly you felt your heard stop. "Clark?" He smiled brightly at you. "Smart girl! That's right! I've been beside you this whole time, and God hasn't it been wonderful, don't you think we'd be better together though?" You shook your head, "Clark this is crazy!"

"Crazy?! What's crazy is dealing with your fucking scent every day, thinking about you bouncing on my cock! I've gone insane just thinking about you being mine! I've done terrible things for you!". Your heart hammered as his eyes slowly glowed red in anger. "All the innocent blood on my hands is your fault. I've killed so many men just because they dared look at your naked body." You stared at him, tears trickling down your face. "Please-Clark."

He rolled his eyes and picked you up, before flying quickly to his house. He threw you on his bed. He locked all the doors and windows before heading back to you. You let out a sob, as he began stripping out of his suit. You saw his tone body be revealed inch by inch, knowing second by second your fate was sealed and you couldn't fight it. You stared as his hard cock sprang free. He stared at you with a hungry look before he quickly tore your dress off.

He eagerly started kissing you, making you hiss at how hard he pressed his lips to yours. You knew your lips would be bruised by his strength. His lips slowly descended down your body, making sure to leave his mark every step of the way. You felt his smile as he was at the valley of your breasts. Your heart raced and soon you let out a gasp as Clark took a nipple between his lips and suckled on it. You felt his tongue circle your hard bud and you arched your back. He smirked and bit your nipple gently. He then descended upon the other, making sure your breasts were drowning in pleasure.

He moved his large hand between your legs finding you soaked. He let out a groan and you soon felt his cock slide along your slit, you closed your eyes. He felt huge and that was from simply feeling the tip being dragged against your folds. Your felt him place his huge tip against your clit and he began humping, you gasped at the pleasure. Your hands flew around his shoulders and your wrapped your legs around his waist.

"God you're such a good slut. I knew this pussy was divine, it's so sensitive for me isn't it. Good. It means it will milk my cock. We want that baby, we want you to accept all my cum so you can be swollen with my child. Fuckin show everyone that you're mine."

He chuckled and gave a few more thrusts before he pulled his cock away. You opened your eyes and stared up into his. He looked amused before he leaned down and gently encased your lips in his. He soon began to push the tip of his cock into your small hole. He let out a groan while you whined, your nails digging into his bag and he slowly wedged himself into your cunt. You felt the tip pop in and then the rest of him thrusted in fast. You wailed at the size of him and he cooed down at you.

"Fuck, did so good baby. Taken my cock so well. Took every inch like a good girl. Doesn't it feel nice to be filled. Just wait your gonna be properly filled soon. Fuck your cunt is so fucking tight and warm. I'm in heaven."

He slowly started thrusting, dragging against your tight wet walls. You panted at the feeling, he lowered his forehead down onto yours whispering filthy words as he slowly adjusted you to his cock. Molding your pussy to his dick. He groaned as he felt yourself get wetter. He started to increase the speed of his thrusts.

He brought a big hand down to your button and began circling it vigorously, all while he breathed hard down on you mixed with grunts and groans. You moans egged him on and soon he began pounding your little pussy, making sure that his balls slapped against your ass and his pubes rubbed against his hand while he was playing with your clit.

"God I've always known that your moans were fake on stream, but here you are. Moaning like a fucking whore for my cock. I'm a god to you. You pussy is gonna weep for me just like how my cock weeps for you. I'm gonna treat you and this cunt so fucking good. Gonna be my prized possession!"

You dragged your nails down his broad back babbling for more, you felt yourself close to cumming. Clark was playing your body like a toy, and it didn't surprise you. Afterall he watched all your streams and knew how to play with your little pussy perfectly. You heard him pant, and he pressed his torso against yours before he kissed you and allowed for his cock to spear in and out of you.

"Fuck, I love you so much baby. I know your close. Can you feel how close we are. Isn't it perfect, your cunt was designed for me, and I was designed for you. I'll keep you safe forever. I promise."

He slowed for a moment and stared down at you, embracing this moment before he began thrusting again. His tip rubbing against your gspot every time. He let his hips guide him to an inhuman pace as he let himself drown in your essence. You whined and whimpered over how much his cock was beating your insides up.

"M-m gonna cum! Clark!" You didn't recognise your voice. Clark was right you were a slut. His cock had fucked the thoughts out of you head and turned you into his obedient cock slut. "Do it baby! Coat my cock! Mark me as yours. And then I'm gonna fucking fill you. Gonna get you pregnant! We're gonna be a perfect fucking family."

Your thighs began to shake and soon you coated his cock in your cum. He groaned deeply, his voice vibrating in your head. He felt your cunt tighten around him and he thrusted a few more times before his balls tightened up and he came in youm filling you up. He left his cock in you and collapsed, his head snuggled into the crook of your neck and his arms winded around your body.

"I love you. Did so good." He whispered before he fell into a slumber.

You couldn't escape ever. You knew it now. He had cum in you and there was no getting out of that, let alone escape a god like being. You felt tears stream down your face as your brought your hands to play with Clarks hair as he slept peacefully.

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Living in Texas was quite a change but Clark wanted you at his home when you were going to give birth. You were excited. You had Martha there who would help you with your 2, one year olds who kicked up a fuss whenever daddy had to go.

You watched as Clark brought all the boxes into the house, displaying his strength. You smiled staring at your husband. You'd lost track of how long you drowned yourself in the illusion that you loved him. But you know that somewhere along the line it stopped being an illusion and that you had fallen in love with the devil incarnate.

Clark stepped into the room, he saw you staring at him, loving look in your eyes. He turned to look behind you and saw his mother feeding his twin children. He smiled, and turned to you. Adoration lighting up his face as he came up to you and placed a kiss gently on your forehead. You were so well behaved. Ever since you gave up everything was perfect.

Clark remembers the first and last time your tried to escape, you screams over the punishment you were given. The silent treatment you gave him after. How he had to implement fear into you, just to get you to love him. It was worth it. It got him his family. He looked down and saw your growing stomach and smiled.

He turned and began unpacking boxes making sure to make this house a home. He bought the neighbouring farm to his mothers house and he intended on making it perfect. You had already began nesting upstairs, letting your kids sleep with you in the big bed while Clark was gone.

Clark was so proud of you for becoming the wonderful mother that you are and amazing wife you were destined to be. You often begged for his cock which filled him with so much joy and boosted his ego. You were destined for him from the very beginning and he couldn't help but take advantage of that.

He unpacked all the photo albums, the precious memories that were kept in there were truly beautiful. From your first picture together when you were working at the Daily Planet with Clark to the newest photo of you holding a pregnancy test with a beaming smile on your face. He was so excited for child number three.

He had a son and a daughter so he was already overjoyed, but seeing you full with his child always made him ecstatic and he planned on keeping you pregnant for as long as possible. You walked into the living room staring at Clark as he gazed down at the photo album, you smiled. "Don't I look pretty in every picture?"

Clarks head shot up and he smiled at you. He stood up at full height before waking towards you. He towered you, something you adored now. Yet it was something that used to fill you with dread. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. "You look pretty all the time, picture or not."

You blushed and smiled up at him bashfully. "I could say the same for you honey." He chuckled, "I always thought I was handsome not pretty." You giggled and leaned your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat. "Handsome, pretty, who cares when you're my husband." He wrapped his arms around you. "Damn right baby. Just like you're mine. Completely and utterly mine."

[blackynsupremacy]

black!chloe sullivan: kelly rowland

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clark kent: tom welling

note and disclaimer: if you don’t know i love the ship between clark kent and chloe sullivan in smallville. their relationship is so complex, yet it’s comforting and raw. i was having a conversation with @yugiohio, we agreed that if pete ross wasn’t casted as an african american, we thought that chloe’s role would’ve been filled with a poc actress to add ✨diversity✨. let me tell you chloe’s bob, clothing style, personality, and chemistry with clark were off the chain. i felt deep in my soul she would’ve been black (my opinion/head canon) and her character would’ve had some substance. so we came up with the hc for black!chloe.

even though chloe’s character is portrayed by a white actress and i love her too! she falls in that sad trope of (mostly poc) female best friend of a male mc that’s written to be undateable to him even though she’s known him for years and she falls for him because they have been through so much in life together as it is. with that type of friendship and trust, there’s gonna be some feelings that are beyond platonic! then that line is crossed and it fails miserably or that line is never thought of because the mc would be considered out of that female character’s league because she is a poc…that’s where the ball is dropped sadly.

so in conclusion:

this is a HEADCANON/AU/WHAT IF! if you don’t like it, get off my blog. i pay the bill on this phone and i’m gonna say what i’m going to say. ofc ik chloe sullivan isn’t black canonically, neither is pete ross in the comics, so i don’t wanna hear that shit. stay tuned because i got more ocs and hcs coming.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

I’ll always reblog this because people complain about inclusivity when I add x black!reader but then do this shit.

Like, honestly? Ima fuck your father for that rudeness. Don’t tempt me.

me: *begins reading fic*

the reader: *turns red*

me:

[sunsburns]

sunburn’s guidelines! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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characters i write for:

challengers: tashi duncan, patrick zweig, art donaldson

percy jackson: luke castellan, clarisse la rue

panic: dodge mason, ray hall

the last of us: ellie williams, joel miller

mcu: peter parker, matt murdock, hobie brown, peter quill, steve rogers, kate bishop, pietro maximoff, marc spector

marvel/fox: wade wilson, logan howlett, johnny storm, peter maximoff, & any x-men

dcu: dick grayson, jason todd, wally west, connor kent, bruce wayne, clark kent

arcane: league of legends: vi, ekko, jayce, caitlyn, mel , jinx

scream: chad meeks martin, ethan landry, wes hicks

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[jin0]

Hey love! Congratulations on the big milestone. I honestly love your work. The way you write is just 🤌🏼 perfection! I feel the passion through the screen! I found you less than a months ago and I’ve been stalking your work ❤️

I have a ❄️ request. I’m a college student studying to be a social worker with teens in the juvenile system. I’m a Latina with long dark brown hair. I am plus size which honestly I’ve also been uncomfortable in my skin because of it. I do have depression and use dark humor as my main coping mechanism ✌🏼 Personality type is INFJ-T. Im a Hufflepuff and Taurus. I love music and I mean completely love. I always have to have something on in the background or I go insane. I have been in choir since I was 10. I also love reading and writing. I love being in my own little world. Im quiet in the beginning but once I’m comfortable I’m very loud. Im very sarcastic and have a smart mouth 🤷🏻‍♀️ Idk if I have too much info 😅 you can make it smutty if you like or not 🥺 whatever you write I will be 100000% greatful. Again Congratulations ✨ you deserve the love ❤️

thank you so much lovely (and i'm so sorry for the delay, i genuinely couldn't finish this)

to you darling, i give :

the softest farmboy, clark kent !!

(gif is not mine, all credits go to the author)

you were what most people would call the moon. you were a night oriented person, dark, mysterious and with all your emotions nicely hidden in a sealed and cemented box in your heart. you were the epitome of someone who was not to be messed with and they knew that. by they, you meant the other students who often came at you sideways forgetting that this wasn't high school anymore and that no one cared about your pseudo popularity.

you found pride in joy in being unbreakable, no one truly managing to see through you and the walls you'd put around you. not because they were solid, not so much. it was more because people found it exhausting to constantly be met by a door standing in their way.

now this was the common theme between all the people who'd come after you, either for friendship, more, or a weird ambiguous in between that just fueled their sick fantasies. you weren't into that and you were clear about it.

so your question now was, how did this man specifically fell in your lap ? why him, of all people ?

clark kent was a mystery to you. a walking sunshine, he looked to be the happiest there was on earth at all times.

this goofy smile and enormous glasses were basically his trademark and it honestly did surprise you when he came l to talk to you. when the surprise faded, it was quickly replaced by violent denial, not of his interest in you, but of his existence. to you, clark kent did not exist if you did not care for him. and hopefully, he'd be gone as fast as he came.

except he never did. clark never left you and he had no intention on starting now. the thing with clark was that he was one persistent idiot who always felt the need to either do the right thing or help others in their own tasks.

he'd been raised as the perfect golden boy, by the perfect golden family and a minimal amount of emotional damage, not the kind that would stick to him forever and that no amount of therapy could really get rid of. you two were more than polar opposite, you stood in completely different solar systems. it would never work, as friends and definitely not more.

or so you thought.

yeah, it made sense for such different beings to stand so well together and bring out the deepest secrets you both shared. and that boy was one hell of an actor.

the sweet journalism student/farmers boy who would blush whenever he'd get embarassing at the things he'd blabber about in front of you and who would smile like a child whenever you complimented something of his hid the dirtiest mind and hands.

keeping them to himself regularly, he'd find himself stripped of this facade whenever he closed the door to his apartment, smirking behind you as you walked around his place. it was primal practically but he couldn't help it, seeing you in a space that was specifically for him just burnt every piece of logical thinking he possessed.

you were the trigger to dark dark fantasies of his, making him weak in the knees at the slightest thing. that you knew, better than anyone actually. so why were you now surprised at his treatment of your poor pussy ?

you'd been warned to behave and behave good but you decided to act like a helpless cockslut as soon as you'd seen him out of the shower. and you had to add that smart mouth of your to the mix.

"come on smallville, you're telling me that dick of yours has gone weak ? i thought you said you'd always be ready to please me. backing out now, aren't we big guy ?" you purred into his hear, your hand on his exposed chest, lowering towards the towel that weakly covered his hardened cock.

every words was perfectly placed and so was your voice, oh your voice. perfect, that's what it was. a siren song specifically written to break him and his good boy exterior. you been begging for him. and he loved you so much, he had to give you exactly what you wanted didn't he ? obviously he did, because clark was raised to treat his lady right.

"ah ! f-fuck ! oh fuck ! oh god ! c-clark ! s-slow down please ! baby please !" you cried, your tears and plea muffled by the sheets.

his grip firm around your wrists, he pulled on your arms, hammering deeper into your soft channel and abusing your insides. he'd been going into you for hours now, the amount of time it'd taken to have you crying for him. god did he love your tears. you showed so little to most people, seeing you cry because of his fat, veiny cock plowing into your pussy did things to his ego he couldn't understand.

"fuck, you feel that. huh buttercup ? feel my cock ripping you apart ? bet you'll be dreaming about me inside you for days. you'll feel me so deep, nothing smart to think, just my big cock ruining you. you like it huh buttercup ? tell me you like it, come on baby. tell me how much you like that." he groaned, a terrifying smile of happiness stretching his face but hiding terribly the pure animalistic ideas running around his mind.

he was daydreaming, working on autopilot as his body picked up the pace each time you'd try and respond but failed. he was torturing you for teasing you but now it was just about invading all of you.

shoving your face harder in the bedsheets, he grinned when you arched your back, pushing yourself onto his body. your soft ass rubbing against his hips, he swallowed knots of moans that would get stuck in his throat until you creamed all around his thick girth.

backing away just enough to see clearly, he could admire all of you and the beautiful painting of his treatment towards your leaking cunt. your own brain shut down and restarted only to turn into a loud symphony of screams and pleas for him to keep going, keep pushing deep inside, just enough to feel it into your belly.

you cried tears of pleasure, drool mixing with your tears and forming a puddle on the sift sheets of his bed. your grip on them was so tight, each of his stroke resulted in a new tear on the thin fabric. you knew he enjoyed this, probably more than you did. the feeling if your tight cunt wrapped around his thick girth and your sobs of pleasure resonating in the room as if your only purpose was to cry for him. he'd be lying if he said he didn't worship each and every one of your tears, his cock needing to go harder each time you'd beg for him.

"ah ! ah, ah god please clark ! p-please clark ! s-slow down baby ! oh god ! f-fuck, fuck, fuck !" you sobbed harder, feeling his fingers crawl to your stomach and press his own tip that was poking through your skin.

he bit his lips, groaning loudly against your skin as he leaned forward and bit on your shoulder.

"you like that huh buttercup ? being so cold and dark all the time but you're begging for my fat cock everyday. my dirty little cumslut, you like your secret huh ?" he taunted, stroking your clit with his thumb. "don't worry, it'll stay between you and me."

your ass slamming against his hips and his own thighs slapping against yours, he could help but crave for more of this, your juicy thighs jiggling and shaking violently.

secret that was for sure something you both shared, a very mysterious pair that actually worked pretty well. you weren't going to lie tho, it did give you whiplash to think if clark kent. the kid who'd speak of turnips and freshly grown carrots with the goofiest smile ever, so polite he asked to hold your hand on the first date, found a sick kind of pleasure in having the sarcastic girl with too many dark jokes to count split in two around his stupidly big cock.

and like clockwork, as soon as he'd be done with you, would go back to his puppy tendencies. hugging you tightly against his chest, he kissed your forehead, trying to sooth the violent shaking of your soft and warm body.

"are you okay buttercup ? did i go to hard, sorry." he grinned, his lips pressed to the crown of your head.

this man was not sorry and you knew it.

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Needle's Masterlist

Welcome! Thank you for checking out these one-shots. Please heed all Warnings in each piece. All fics are 18+ only.

divider credit @/firefly-graphics

Red Pill || Lloyd Hansen x wocReader

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Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

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Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

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Wrapped up in You || Soft!dark Ari Levinson x wocReader (a/b/o)

Artifice (ongoing) || SoftDark!Mob!Ari Levinson x wocReader

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

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Plenty Implied || Dark!Mob!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Basket Boy || Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Lie in Wait || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Hardwired || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

> Primal Functions

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From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Good Taste (drabble) || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

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More than Enough || Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

Fruition || Soft Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Makes You Unsteady || Bucky Barnes x wocReader

One Two

Bed of Roses || dark!Clark Kent x Reader

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chris evans, andy barber, ransom drysdale, steve rogers, johnny storm, (hayden) harvard hottie, ryan (cellular.)

tom hiddleston, loki laufeyson, thomas sharpe, jonathan pine, james conrad, captain james nicholls (war horse,) doctor robert laing.

bucky barnes, charles blackwood, lance tucker, sheriff bodecker, jefferson (once upon a time.)

anthony mackie, sam wilson, bernard garret, king (the hate u give,) captain leo, adrian doorbal (pain & gain.)

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[lillywillow]

@buckys-left-middle-finger​ Thanks for the tag!

I usually work on one WIP at a time as I’m paranoid about working on a story and running out of memory space before I’m finished but I have plenty of ideas. Feel free to ask about any of them!

Actual WIP

Underbelly- MafiaBoss!Reader x Clint Barton

Basic Concepts/ Ideas- Not yet in progress

Untitled Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes- A/B/O AU, Reader is an Alpha looking for the perfect partner (or two) to carry on her family legacy

Untitled Portia Devorak X Reader- Reader wants to propose to Portia to first wants to get the blessing of her family members

That Darn Cat- Bucky Barnes X Reader. When a small white cat enters your life, she decides to adopt you as her secondary human

Untitled Steve Rogers x WoC!Reader- Reader is Sam’s cousin staying with him while her apartment is being fumigated. She learns that he’s feuding with his neighbor Bucky. She then meets Bucky’s roommate Steve who is frustrated with the feud. The pair pretend to date to bring the squabbling to an end and find they actually like each other.

Potential Series Ideas

Untitled- When you decide to give up on dating, the universe sends you a smorgasbord of men to choose from. Kind of like a make your own adventure story with these characters as options: Sam and Dean Winchester, Arthur Curry, Clark Kent, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson.

Untitled- StarvingArtist!Steve Rogers x Reader, set in a modern AU. Rich heiress Reader is so sick of the shallow life and her jerky boyfriend John Walker so she runs away from home. In the heart of Brooklyn, she meets the humble artist Steve, ballet teacher Nat, mechanic Bucky and short order cook Sam. I still haven’t watched FATWS so this one may have to wait a while.

Untitled- Bucky Barnes x Reader. Set in 1940′s New York and a little based on Disney’s The Aristocats.

I Tag whoever would like to do it 😊

wip ask game

thank you @intrepidacious and @aphrogeneias for the tag!!

rules: list all your WIP titles, all meaning even the ones that are vague or nonsensical. tag as many people as there are WIPs

i only have a few full fledge wips but i'm gonna add some nonsensical concepts i really want to write but haven't yet (my list of unhinged ideas is incredibly long)

and ofc feel free to ask me about any of them!

actual wips:

- untitled 40s!steve x medic!reader

- someone to love (stucky x reader)

- room 93 (forbidden love/illicit affair w bucky)

- two summers (avenger!bucky x avenger!reader based on my own shitty love life)

- when it's all said and done (childhood best friends to lovers w bucky)

- in bloom (avenger!steve x villain!reader)

unhinged concepts:

- fbi!bucky

- euphoria inspired au

- actor au with bucky

- band au

- acotar/fae inspired

titles with no actual writing yet:

- 'smells like rain and heartbreak'

- 'drunk texting and other dubious life choices'

- 'planet woman' (stripper!reader)

i'll try to tag that many people but i am lazy </3 @atlaese @strwbrrybucky @ambrosiase @foreverindreamlandd @writing-for-marvel @fandoms-writings @schmuckyschmarnes @nexusnyx @sweetdreamsbuck @pellucid-constellations @buckys-left-middle-finger @sweetascanbee

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Salvation

Clark was doing everything in his power to distract you from writing the article. You’d managed to resist him, but that only added to his frustrations. So he decided to initiate kissing. Clark Kent, the senior reporter for Daily Planet, turned your chair around to face you towards him.

He grabbed your face and fiercely kissed your lips and began to leave a line of wet kisses up your neck before catching your earlobe between his teeth. You were in haze, you didn’t even know you were acting on your urges brought on by Kal-El from Krypton, Clark’s strong and powerful pheromones which were undetected by the planet of earth to gain a partner. You were in a feverish dream, aroused and needy. Clark could smell your wet pussy. The smell of your wet pussy was so addictive that Clark had stolen many of your panties from the laundry basket. Clark kneeled before you and grabbed your thighs opening them to reach his heaven, his sole purpose. He grabbed your skirt and tore both skirt and panties them open. Nobody could stop him from taking what was his. You gasped when you felt cold air on your needy pussy. Clark’s hand slid up between your thighs to feel you, his two fingers penetrating your walls.  He rubbed the palm of his hand against your engorged and needy clit, you were squirming in your seat, your breathing was getting shallower as you were reaching crescendo.

 “Clark!” you moaned.

“We have to finish this article”

“You have to finish this article” he smirked

You gasped again when he pushed his third finger inside.  The stretch was both painful and pleasurable. He started fucking you with his thick and long fingers at a steady pace. Clark began to increase the speed to get you over the edge. Your breathing became harsher, and your hips bucked in the chair. You dug your nails into the chair’s handle.

“Clark…….” you moaned coarsely. You felt your walls start to shudder and tighten. Clark took this moment to suck your clit to push you head first into another mind shattering orgasm. You let out a pathetic moan and let your head fall back on the chair as you gripped his head which was situated between your legs, his mouth torturing you, Clark was parched, your arousal was satiating his desire finally after all these years. He looked up, his mouth was wet with your arousal but his blue eyes had blaze of a man on a mission.

“Tell me what do you want, Y/N.” Clark growled.

“I need you” You replied with a whine, his hand slowed down but his thumb kept tying with your clt, rubbing it harshly and then softly.

“Please, Clark, I need you” you moaned. Clark kissed you again, you could taste yourself on his lips.

“Okay,” he said as he pulled you up from the chair and shoved you face first on the table. You held onto the table as your legs were wobbly from the orgasms Clark pulled out of you so mercilessly.  You could hear him unzip his trousers, his presence was undeniable, as you felt his tip brushing against the slit, he nudged your clit with his tip which made you eager to take him in.

“I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to take it like a good little girl. You got that?”

“Yes…please fuck me” you begged again under the influence of potent Kryptonian  pheromones. Clark grabbed your side and angled his cock inside your needy pussy. You gasped at the intrusion, Clark was not only thick but was long, he pushed in fully and you could’ve sworn, he was in your stomach and was going to rearrange your organs from the inside. You could feel his cock touching your cervix.

 

“Aww… does it hurt baby?” Clark mocked but honestly, he was surprised, no woman had been able to take him fully, but you, you had taken him in like a champ, your pussy felt like liquid silk, he was never going to let you leave, you were to be his for life. Without another word, he fucked into you roughly, fucking you like the slut you were, his slut. His strokes became rougher and quicker. You came immediately, your pussy was oversensitive. Clark knew he had to have you incapacitated with pleasure to breed you properly.

Clark shuddered when he felt your walls gripping and clutching his cock. He groaned loudly while you cried out with pleasure. Clark was punishing you with orgasms. You were not even sure whether they were different orgasms or just a very long one. Your hips continued to buck against him, your body demanding everything Clark had to offer. Clark stopped pumping inside you to relish the feeling of your pussy seizing his cock. Clark’s cock was stretching you out in all the best ways while hands were squeezing your ass. Clark couldn’t resist the urge to spank you while he was inside you. He spanked you enough times to rile you up for another bout of pleasure. Clark snarled and snapped his hips, thrusting in and out of you like a feral animal. His fingers found your unattended but desperately in need of attention swollen clit.

His fingers rub circles on your clit to give you a shattering orgasm before he fills you with his potent seed. You came again, your legs all wobbly with yet another orgasm.  But it was not over. Clark kept rubbing your clit roughly. You tried to stop his hand, but you were unable to do so, your brain fogged with pleasure, unable to comprehend anything but the pleasure being offered to you... You were too sensitive. You were moaning continuously, babbling sentences to get Clark to stop the sweet torture on your body.  But he didn’t listen to your pleas. Clark changed the angle of his thrusts as soon as you let out a squeal when his tip touched your g-spot. He kept thrusting against the g-spot. You were on another level of high, your body convulsed, and you squirted, your arousal dripping down the carpet.

Your thighs shook violently. You kept trying to pull away from him but the Kryptonian kept flicking your clit. He used his other hand to grab your breasts, his hand pulling your nipple, flicking it, which only added to the pleasure. He kept up his punishing pace, thrusting again and again, targeting your g-spot.  

“I want to feel you squirt again, Y/N” Clark ordered.

“Just once more. You can do it. I will fill you up after that, I promise, baby”

You were pushed into another squirting orgasm, your arousal now decorating the office of Daily Planet.

You cried out again, your throat was hoarse from moaning. Your mouth fell open and you back arched up off the table as you squeezed down around his cock. Your toes curled. You were losing the battle, you were tired while Clark kept using your body to relieve his tensions. You were  weary when you heard Clark grunt and groan over you as he continued to fuck you Your pussy was working overtime, and hadn’t stopped convulsing. You felt him cumming, his seed filling you up, Clark kept pumping into you as his seed kept filling your womb, flooding your walls. Finally when he stopped, he kept you plugged up.  Clark reached in his drawer and grabbed the plug he bought online to keep his seed secured inside your willing womb. You groaned when he pulled his cock out of your pussy but he shushed you and plugged your pussy as delicately as he could. He grabbed your unconscious body and flew back to Kansas. You were going to live on the farm and remain hidden from the world. This was his reward, you were his reward and the kids that you’ll give him will be his salvation.

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Salvation

[ellethespaceunicorn]

What Daddy wants, Daddy gets. Simple as that. I’m here for it.

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{dark!clark kent X camgirl!reader}

{warnings!!! Age gap not specified but there is one!! Masturbation!! Exhibition?! Smut!! DUBCON/NONCON!! Dirty talk!! Breeding kink!! Stalking!! Mentions of murder!! Seems like a sweetheart but he isn't Clark!! Lois bashing!! Threats!!! Stockholm Syndrome!!!}

Clark was absolutely baffled by you. You were a puzzle that he couldn't figure out and he was absolutely obsessed with the game. You challenged him without knowing. You challenged his control, his nobility, his very will of remaining good. But he was a simple bat of eyelashes away from snapping and ruining his reputation.

You worked with him in the office. While he worked on the small sports articles you worked beside him on small fashion articles. You put your heart into every little report on the newest line of shoes coming out, and every fashion tip that was current floating around. Clark often would allow himself to stare at you typing, your bottom lip wedged between your teeth until you realised the cliché you were doing. You would blink and giggle quietly and then head back to typing after your small mental break.

Clark took in the sparkle of your eyes everytime, how they lit up over your cliché and how romance books had bled it's terribly cute habits into your actions. He was hypnotized with every giggled behind your small hands, every strand of hair that you swept out of your face. He was just entranced in you, he had been the day he first met you.

He remembers so clearly how Lois teased him and how he rolled his eyes at her. He did enjoy her company but she could not hold a firey candle to your sun light beaming on him. Clark almost considered her his muse at one point, but then he stumbled upon you and he was ignited with a vigor for humanity like never before. Lois was bitter at first from loosing his attention but when she started receiving threats and dead birds on her doorstep she soon stopped, far too consumed in her own fear to try and ruin Clarks love.

It was worth it. Everything was. Clark had everything where he wanted and soon you'd be his, but for now he would stare at you working and as he drowned in your beauty he felt himself slip into daydreams of when you first met.

Clark had been working particularly hard all night saving Metrocity from villains that seemed to linger around every corner. And when he was finally done defeating the wrong doers, he realised he had to get to work, so he bolted home and changed out of Superman and into Clark Kent. He let out a huff, feeling exhausted already, his limbs ached slightly and his body craved sleep.

He headed to work, stopping once for a bagel and a coffee before quicky paying and shooting back into the street eager to get to work on time. As he entered the elevator he let out a sigh and soon a yawn slipped past his lips. As the doors opened he slowly headed to his desk and drank his coffee, desperate to consume it so that it could provide him with energy. As he sat down he turned to his left and saw the usually empty desk, not empty. Infact it was almost as if there was someone who moved into the booth. He furrowed his brows and his answers were quickly met when he scanned the area and saw Perry leading a girl out.

"Attention everyone, this is our new employee Y/N. She'll be working on the fashion section. Treat her kindly, that's all. Get back to work." The words echoed around the area and Clark felt his heart race. You were going to sit next to him. A smile graced his lips as he saw you gracefully walk to your desk. You sat down and turned to look at Clark. He smiled, drinking in the familiarity of your eyes. They were so beautiful he was able to recognize them anywhere from in person to online. He held a steady hand out to you and you smiled, your cheeks raising and blushing over how polite the handsome co-worker was.

He couldn't help himself from trying to provoke you so he stared fully into you eyes, allowing himself to drown in your attention. "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." He noted your heart racing before it slowed down. You stared at him, a smile still gracing your lips and you blinked slowly before turning to your computer. You glanced at him before gracing him with your voice in person, "You might have, you might not have. Who cares? We're here now." You flashed him a smile with teeth completely wiping him out. He was absolutely smitten with you. Ever since he saw you online he knew, you were utterly perfect.

He returned your toothy smile with his own before speaking, "You're absolutely correct. We are here now and I am absolutely ecstatic to have a booth partner. I hope you're ready for my to grumble over the Chiefs loosing." You giggled at him, and then began getting on with work allowing idle natter to float between you two. All the while Lois stared at you both, seeing the charm oozing off Clark and how you repaid it with your giggles and smiles. She was absolutely furious, how dare this little bimbo steal his attention, she had known Clark longer and been through more than you could ever know with him.

You smiled at him and giggled, you were accepting his flirts and you accepted them with pride. Clark knew that. He could tell with the way your eyes sparkled. Which is why he decided to shower you with his shy comments everyday at work. Commenting how pretty your eyes were, how cute your dress was all with rosy cheeks and a small stutter. It was worth his awkward stuttering to see you beam with pride just from his words.

Today was no different, he had told you how great you looked but ofcourse in his own way. "You look- stunning- I mean f-fantastic." And you did, your lips glossed and plump, your cheeks lightly blushed with pretty eyelashes that made you eyes look magnificent. You giggled bringing a hand up and hiding your giggle behind it but he heard it regardless and was swimming in adoration from the sound.

After a full day of working and using his charm on you, he had distinguished your real blush from your makeup blush and that alone filled his ego. He made you blush. As you both headed for the elevator, you pulled your phone out and began typing. All the while, Clark, you and Lois as well as a few other co workers stuffed into the small space. When you put your phone back in your pocket, Clark felt his vibrate. He pulled it out and saw your notification to the public.

'Tonight at 8 cst! Prepare yourself angels, I am dripping from work.'

Clark smirked. He made you blush and he made you wet. He knew that ofcourse, he could smell your sweet juice from where he sat, but seeing you openly say you were dripping from work made his cock stir. The elevator stopped on the last floor and opened. Everyone promptly said goodbye, Clark flashed you a wink and a smile and you looked down blushing before heading home. He watched you rush away, God you were cute.

"You know Smallville, why not make a move?" Clark turned his head, his eyes still focused on you. "The times not right. Did you get in touch with Superman yet? See if he'll help you?" Lois heaved a sigh and shook her head, "He won't even try and see me anymore, but the dead animals have finally stopped and the threats are slowly stopping too." Clark nodded. Ofcourse Superman wouldn't see her anymore, he had someone else to watch. It was true he had stopped his extreme threats but that's due to Lois calming down and accepting the fact that he was very inlove with you.

And with that Clark walked away, excitement coursing through his veins for tonight. Soon he was gonna break, and if tonight was any good, he was going to break so incredibly quick and then snap you up without a second thought.

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Today had been such a good day at work. You finished your article and Perry loved it, well he loved how it was written. And Clark kept flirting with you. So much that you were sure if he called you pretty one more time your heart would have exploded from how much it was beating. You did have an enormous crush on Clark, he was such a gentleman and it definitely helped how beautiful he was. His chiseled jaw and his hypnotic blue eyes always lulled you into staring at his beautiful face. You sighed, as much as you'd love to date him, you knew some of his views were a little outdated and if you told him about your second job he would be absolutely disgusted by you.

It didn't bother you, it just annoyed you. Many men in the world watched porn yet the second their partner suggested doing it they would often grimace and grumble. But you didn't care, the extra money was amazing and the thrill of being watched by so many people was enchanting. You remember one time after you had just cum and ended your stream, you were cleaning yourself up, clad only in a dressing gown when Superman appeared on your balcony.

Your heart jumped in your throat, scared of what might happen when suddenly he furrowed his brows and stared at you concern swirling in his eyes. "Is everything okay here? I heard screams." You blushed looking down, Superman had heard you cumming! Shame filled you veins and you mumbled out to him, "Yes I'm fine. I'm so sorry it was um my um pleasured noises. I'm a cam girl." Your heart was racing after telling the literal alien your job. You peaked up from the floor and saw his eyes widen and then a soft smile coat his lips, a light blush appearing on the tips of his ears. "It's absolutely fine angel. Just as long as you're okay. I'm sorry for disturbing you." And with that he flew off.

After that you decided that you needed a job and that when you joined The Daily Planet. You didn't see Superman after that incident except for on the news and you felt relieved knowing that he didn't say anything or harass you. Infact you didn't even think he cared. You smiled, he was a good man.

You got changed out of your dress and took your soaked panties off and threw them on the wash. You changed into a lace lingerie and put a sheer dressing gown on. You had eaten dinner and done your chores, so now it was time for some fun. You pulled out your vibrator and dildo and placed them next to you on your bed. You set your laptop up in the perfect place and got ready for the stream. When you started it, you saw many fill in, but decided for the first five minutes to moisturise your legs while you waited for any sticklers to join.

After you were done you smiled at the camera. "Hi there everyone. I have been so wet all day. I woke up from a naughty dream about a certain flying superhero and then I had to go to work where a co worker got my panties soaked!" You said it all with a sultry voice making sure to purse your lips and push your tits together to look pretty in the camera while saying the naughtiest things. You looked at the comments and blushed.

s.man.kent: God what a naughty slut, both of those men deserve to ruin your tight holes.

filth.y.lover: you should sell those dirty underwear

want.to.fucck: god I am so fuckin hard for you.

dirtyyy.daddyyy: get on with it you dirty slut.

You slowly slid your gown off revealing more flesh to your watchers. You got on your knees and played with the band of your panties before you slid your hands up to your tits and squeezed them in the bra. You then pulled it off watching the tips roll in. You smiled and then pinched your nipples seeing them harden behind the fabric, you saw how desperate the men were so you unstrapped your bra and let your breasts out with a fake gasp knowing that everyone that was watching thrived on your sounds. You threw your bra on the floor and stared at the camera, slowly bringing you hands up to cup your tits letting out a moan when you rubbed your thumb over your nipples.

You then decided it was time to get into the main event, and brought your panties down showing your wet, little pussy to everyone, you moaned and slapped your cunt making sure everyone heard how wet you were. You smiled coyly at the camera, a blush coating your cheeks before you reached for your dildo and started to grind against it all while making little sighs and fluttering your eyes giving the illusion of intense pleasure when in reality it was just a tiny buzz. Once the toy was soaking you lined the head up and slowly thrusted up with a loud erotic moan. You slowly started thrusting faster watching all the tips fly in.

You reached out and grabbed your vibe placing it firmly on your clit before flicking it on and whining over the buzz. You turned the vibrations up until your thighs were shaking, you knew you were close to cumming and decided to thrust a little faster making your eyes roll back and pornographic moans to pour out of your soft lips. "I'm gonna cum-" You moaned loudly and convulsed feeling pleasure swipe over you. You layed there, sweating you vibrator laying on the bed still buzzing and your pussy still hugging onto the dildo. You pulled yourself up and turned your vibrator off, and slowly slid your toy out. You smiled, a heavy blush on your cheeks, "Thank you everyone for joining me today, I'll definitely buy some new toys." You giggled and winked before ending the stream.

You sighed and took a shower needing to clean your thighs up. After you were finished you went to check your phone and saw texts from Perry.

'Interview with Superman tomorrow at 2pm. Get something good out of him.'

Your eyebrows knitted and you stared confused. Why were you getting the interview and not Lois. Did he remember you and was finally about to shame you? Your heart skipped a beat. Oh god what if he was going to expose you. With a shaky sigh you prepared yourself for tomorrow and headed to bed.

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You left out a sigh, your nerves were acting up severely. This was going to be the biggest story ever and you were chosen. It didn't even fit you, you knew nothing about him! You worked in the fashion department for God's sake! When you asked Perry about this weird choice he said that Superman had requested you himself. You felt your heart race at what could happen and with no Clark around to help you calm down, you were melting in fear.

You made it to the rooftop where a table and 2 chairs were, you headed over to it and set up your notes and your recorder. You heard a 'whoosh'. You didn't need to turn to know who it was. Your heart raced with everyone heavy step that walked to the chair opposite you. You stared at him, taking in his muscular form in his suit and bringing your eyes up to his face as he sat down. He smiled at you. He then opened his mouth and spoke softly and you felt calm settle into your heart, "I do apologise if I have scared you, but Lois has been stalking me and I didn't want to be interviewed by someone who constantly wanted me involved in her personal life."

You felt your heart calm yet your mind started turning faster at hearing his voice. You smiled at him nodding, "I will admit I was incredibly confused as to why. I was scared you were going to say something about our last meeting." A dark look glazed over Superman's eyes and a smirk took over his face. "Oh angel, what makes you think I'm not going to?" You laughed awkwardly thinking he was joking. Yet when he stood up and shoved his chair back, you began to panic. You eyes widened as he stood straight, the power radiating off him was so intimidating that it caused fear to run into your veins.

"After our first meeting I was desperate for more of you. I heard you, and then I smelt you," He appeared before you and sniffed your hair making you shiver and let out a cry. "God your little pussy smelt divine, every part of you smelt perfect. I knew though that if I appeared to you again as Superman you'd be terrified so I did something better." You stared up at the hero, horror filling your heart as you saw the dark side of him. You stood up and took an unsteady step back. He chuckled at you, "You can't outrun me. So be a good girl and sit down and listen to me, and I'll be gentle with you. Got it?" You gulped your terror down, tears gathering in your eyes, a shaky whisper leaving your throat, "G-got it."

You sat down, soon Superman's large hands held your face, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. "Good girl. You see I thought if you were a cam girl it meant you'd have no idea who was watching and luckily for you, I was one of them. You made my cock so hard yesterday telling the stream that I made your cute little panties wet." You shook, it shouldn't have scared you. Afterall you agreed to let the word see you naked but the fact that someone who you knew was watching made your skin crawl.

He tilted your head up and stared up at him. "But the best part was interacting with you nearly every day baby. Look into my eyes, you know them." You stared into his blue orbs and slowly you felt your heard stop. "Clark?" He smiled brightly at you. "Smart girl! That's right! I've been beside you this whole time, and God hasn't it been wonderful, don't you think we'd be better together though?" You shook your head, "Clark this is crazy!"

"Crazy?! What's crazy is dealing with your fucking scent every day, thinking about you bouncing on my cock! I've gone insane just thinking about you being mine! I've done terrible things for you!". Your heart hammered as his eyes slowly glowed red in anger. "All the innocent blood on my hands is your fault. I've killed so many men just because they dared look at your naked body." You stared at him, tears trickling down your face. "Please-Clark."

He rolled his eyes and picked you up, before flying quickly to his house. He threw you on his bed. He locked all the doors and windows before heading back to you. You let out a sob, as he began stripping out of his suit. You saw his tone body be revealed inch by inch, knowing second by second your fate was sealed and you couldn't fight it. You stared as his hard cock sprang free. He stared at you with a hungry look before he quickly tore your dress off.

He eagerly started kissing you, making you hiss at how hard he pressed his lips to yours. You knew your lips would be bruised by his strength. His lips slowly descended down your body, making sure to leave his mark every step of the way. You felt his smile as he was at the valley of your breasts. Your heart raced and soon you let out a gasp as Clark took a nipple between his lips and suckled on it. You felt his tongue circle your hard bud and you arched your back. He smirked and bit your nipple gently. He then descended upon the other, making sure your breasts were drowning in pleasure.

He moved his large hand between your legs finding you soaked. He let out a groan and you soon felt his cock slide along your slit, you closed your eyes. He felt huge and that was from simply feeling the tip being dragged against your folds. Your felt him place his huge tip against your clit and he began humping, you gasped at the pleasure. Your hands flew around his shoulders and your wrapped your legs around his waist.

"God you're such a good slut. I knew this pussy was divine, it's so sensitive for me isn't it. Good. It means it will milk my cock. We want that baby, we want you to accept all my cum so you can be swollen with my child. Fuckin show everyone that you're mine."

He chuckled and gave a few more thrusts before he pulled his cock away. You opened your eyes and stared up into his. He looked amused before he leaned down and gently encased your lips in his. He soon began to push the tip of his cock into your small hole. He let out a groan while you whined, your nails digging into his bag and he slowly wedged himself into your cunt. You felt the tip pop in and then the rest of him thrusted in fast. You wailed at the size of him and he cooed down at you.

"Fuck, did so good baby. Taken my cock so well. Took every inch like a good girl. Doesn't it feel nice to be filled. Just wait your gonna be properly filled soon. Fuck your cunt is so fucking tight and warm. I'm in heaven."

He slowly started thrusting, dragging against your tight wet walls. You panted at the feeling, he lowered his forehead down onto yours whispering filthy words as he slowly adjusted you to his cock. Molding your pussy to his dick. He groaned as he felt yourself get wetter. He started to increase the speed of his thrusts.

He brought a big hand down to your button and began circling it vigorously, all while he breathed hard down on you mixed with grunts and groans. You moans egged him on and soon he began pounding your little pussy, making sure that his balls slapped against your ass and his pubes rubbed against his hand while he was playing with your clit.

"God I've always known that your moans were fake on stream, but here you are. Moaning like a fucking whore for my cock. I'm a god to you. You pussy is gonna weep for me just like how my cock weeps for you. I'm gonna treat you and this cunt so fucking good. Gonna be my prized possession!"

You dragged your nails down his broad back babbling for more, you felt yourself close to cumming. Clark was playing your body like a toy, and it didn't surprise you. Afterall he watched all your streams and knew how to play with your little pussy perfectly. You heard him pant, and he pressed his torso against yours before he kissed you and allowed for his cock to spear in and out of you.

"Fuck, I love you so much baby. I know your close. Can you feel how close we are. Isn't it perfect, your cunt was designed for me, and I was designed for you. I'll keep you safe forever. I promise."

He slowed for a moment and stared down at you, embracing this moment before he began thrusting again. His tip rubbing against your gspot every time. He let his hips guide him to an inhuman pace as he let himself drown in your essence. You whined and whimpered over how much his cock was beating your insides up.

"M-m gonna cum! Clark!" You didn't recognise your voice. Clark was right you were a slut. His cock had fucked the thoughts out of you head and turned you into his obedient cock slut. "Do it baby! Coat my cock! Mark me as yours. And then I'm gonna fucking fill you. Gonna get you pregnant! We're gonna be a perfect fucking family."

Your thighs began to shake and soon you coated his cock in your cum. He groaned deeply, his voice vibrating in your head. He felt your cunt tighten around him and he thrusted a few more times before his balls tightened up and he came in youm filling you up. He left his cock in you and collapsed, his head snuggled into the crook of your neck and his arms winded around your body.

"I love you. Did so good." He whispered before he fell into a slumber.

You couldn't escape ever. You knew it now. He had cum in you and there was no getting out of that, let alone escape a god like being. You felt tears stream down your face as your brought your hands to play with Clarks hair as he slept peacefully.

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Living in Texas was quite a change but Clark wanted you at his home when you were going to give birth. You were excited. You had Martha there who would help you with your 2, one year olds who kicked up a fuss whenever daddy had to go.

You watched as Clark brought all the boxes into the house, displaying his strength. You smiled staring at your husband. You'd lost track of how long you drowned yourself in the illusion that you loved him. But you know that somewhere along the line it stopped being an illusion and that you had fallen in love with the devil incarnate.

Clark stepped into the room, he saw you staring at him, loving look in your eyes. He turned to look behind you and saw his mother feeding his twin children. He smiled, and turned to you. Adoration lighting up his face as he came up to you and placed a kiss gently on your forehead. You were so well behaved. Ever since you gave up everything was perfect.

Clark remembers the first and last time your tried to escape, you screams over the punishment you were given. The silent treatment you gave him after. How he had to implement fear into you, just to get you to love him. It was worth it. It got him his family. He looked down and saw your growing stomach and smiled.

He turned and began unpacking boxes making sure to make this house a home. He bought the neighbouring farm to his mothers house and he intended on making it perfect. You had already began nesting upstairs, letting your kids sleep with you in the big bed while Clark was gone.

Clark was so proud of you for becoming the wonderful mother that you are and amazing wife you were destined to be. You often begged for his cock which filled him with so much joy and boosted his ego. You were destined for him from the very beginning and he couldn't help but take advantage of that.

He unpacked all the photo albums, the precious memories that were kept in there were truly beautiful. From your first picture together when you were working at the Daily Planet with Clark to the newest photo of you holding a pregnancy test with a beaming smile on your face. He was so excited for child number three.

He had a son and a daughter so he was already overjoyed, but seeing you full with his child always made him ecstatic and he planned on keeping you pregnant for as long as possible. You walked into the living room staring at Clark as he gazed down at the photo album, you smiled. "Don't I look pretty in every picture?"

Clarks head shot up and he smiled at you. He stood up at full height before waking towards you. He towered you, something you adored now. Yet it was something that used to fill you with dread. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. "You look pretty all the time, picture or not."

You blushed and smiled up at him bashfully. "I could say the same for you honey." He chuckled, "I always thought I was handsome not pretty." You giggled and leaned your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat. "Handsome, pretty, who cares when you're my husband." He wrapped his arms around you. "Damn right baby. Just like you're mine. Completely and utterly mine."

[thatspicyindianchick]

Salvation

Clark was doing everything in his power to distract you from writing the article. You’d managed to resist him, but that only added to his frustrations. So he decided to initiate kissing. Clark Kent, the senior reporter for Daily Planet, turned your chair around to face you towards him.

He grabbed your face and fiercely kissed your lips and began to leave a line of wet kisses up your neck before catching your earlobe between his teeth. You were in haze, you didn’t even know you were acting on your urges brought on by Kal-El from Krypton, Clark’s strong and powerful pheromones which were undetected by the planet of earth to gain a partner. You were in a feverish dream, aroused and needy. Clark could smell your wet pussy. The smell of your wet pussy was so addictive that Clark had stolen many of your panties from the laundry basket. Clark kneeled before you and grabbed your thighs opening them to reach his heaven, his sole purpose. He grabbed your skirt and tore both skirt and panties them open. Nobody could stop him from taking what was his. You gasped when you felt cold air on your needy pussy. Clark’s hand slid up between your thighs to feel you, his two fingers penetrating your walls.  He rubbed the palm of his hand against your engorged and needy clit, you were squirming in your seat, your breathing was getting shallower as you were reaching crescendo.

 “Clark!” you moaned.

“We have to finish this article”

“You have to finish this article” he smirked

You gasped again when he pushed his third finger inside.  The stretch was both painful and pleasurable. He started fucking you with his thick and long fingers at a steady pace. Clark began to increase the speed to get you over the edge. Your breathing became harsher, and your hips bucked in the chair. You dug your nails into the chair’s handle.

“Clark…….” you moaned coarsely. You felt your walls start to shudder and tighten. Clark took this moment to suck your clit to push you head first into another mind shattering orgasm. You let out a pathetic moan and let your head fall back on the chair as you gripped his head which was situated between your legs, his mouth torturing you, Clark was parched, your arousal was satiating his desire finally after all these years. He looked up, his mouth was wet with your arousal but his blue eyes had blaze of a man on a mission.

“Tell me what do you want, Y/N.” Clark growled.

“I need you” You replied with a whine, his hand slowed down but his thumb kept tying with your clt, rubbing it harshly and then softly.

“Please, Clark, I need you” you moaned. Clark kissed you again, you could taste yourself on his lips.

“Okay,” he said as he pulled you up from the chair and shoved you face first on the table. You held onto the table as your legs were wobbly from the orgasms Clark pulled out of you so mercilessly.  You could hear him unzip his trousers, his presence was undeniable, as you felt his tip brushing against the slit, he nudged your clit with his tip which made you eager to take him in.

“I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to take it like a good little girl. You got that?”

“Yes…please fuck me” you begged again under the influence of potent Kryptonian  pheromones. Clark grabbed your side and angled his cock inside your needy pussy. You gasped at the intrusion, Clark was not only thick but was long, he pushed in fully and you could’ve sworn, he was in your stomach and was going to rearrange your organs from the inside. You could feel his cock touching your cervix.

 

“Aww… does it hurt baby?” Clark mocked but honestly, he was surprised, no woman had been able to take him fully, but you, you had taken him in like a champ, your pussy felt like liquid silk, he was never going to let you leave, you were to be his for life. Without another word, he fucked into you roughly, fucking you like the slut you were, his slut. His strokes became rougher and quicker. You came immediately, your pussy was oversensitive. Clark knew he had to have you incapacitated with pleasure to breed you properly.

Clark shuddered when he felt your walls gripping and clutching his cock. He groaned loudly while you cried out with pleasure. Clark was punishing you with orgasms. You were not even sure whether they were different orgasms or just a very long one. Your hips continued to buck against him, your body demanding everything Clark had to offer. Clark stopped pumping inside you to relish the feeling of your pussy seizing his cock. Clark’s cock was stretching you out in all the best ways while hands were squeezing your ass. Clark couldn’t resist the urge to spank you while he was inside you. He spanked you enough times to rile you up for another bout of pleasure. Clark snarled and snapped his hips, thrusting in and out of you like a feral animal. His fingers found your unattended but desperately in need of attention swollen clit.

His fingers rub circles on your clit to give you a shattering orgasm before he fills you with his potent seed. You came again, your legs all wobbly with yet another orgasm.  But it was not over. Clark kept rubbing your clit roughly. You tried to stop his hand, but you were unable to do so, your brain fogged with pleasure, unable to comprehend anything but the pleasure being offered to you... You were too sensitive. You were moaning continuously, babbling sentences to get Clark to stop the sweet torture on your body.  But he didn’t listen to your pleas. Clark changed the angle of his thrusts as soon as you let out a squeal when his tip touched your g-spot. He kept thrusting against the g-spot. You were on another level of high, your body convulsed, and you squirted, your arousal dripping down the carpet.

Your thighs shook violently. You kept trying to pull away from him but the Kryptonian kept flicking your clit. He used his other hand to grab your breasts, his hand pulling your nipple, flicking it, which only added to the pleasure. He kept up his punishing pace, thrusting again and again, targeting your g-spot.  

“I want to feel you squirt again, Y/N” Clark ordered.

“Just once more. You can do it. I will fill you up after that, I promise, baby”

You were pushed into another squirting orgasm, your arousal now decorating the office of Daily Planet.

You cried out again, your throat was hoarse from moaning. Your mouth fell open and you back arched up off the table as you squeezed down around his cock. Your toes curled. You were losing the battle, you were tired while Clark kept using your body to relieve his tensions. You were  weary when you heard Clark grunt and groan over you as he continued to fuck you Your pussy was working overtime, and hadn’t stopped convulsing. You felt him cumming, his seed filling you up, Clark kept pumping into you as his seed kept filling your womb, flooding your walls. Finally when he stopped, he kept you plugged up.  Clark reached in his drawer and grabbed the plug he bought online to keep his seed secured inside your willing womb. You groaned when he pulled his cock out of your pussy but he shushed you and plugged your pussy as delicately as he could. He grabbed your unconscious body and flew back to Kansas. You were going to live on the farm and remain hidden from the world. This was his reward, you were his reward and the kids that you’ll give him will be his salvation.