in touch

Pairing: Alpha!Clark Kent/Omega!Reader
Word Count: 4.2k
Summary: Your very cute coworker-crush finds you hiding in a supply closet, on the cusp of your heat. (Part 1/2)
Tags: smut, fluff, a/b/o dynamics, heat cycles, knotting, scenting, soft dom!clark, big dick!clark, hints of insecure!reader, coworkers-to-lovers, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), teasing, pussyjob, unprotected sex, praise kink, scent kink, spit, slight angst
Notes: woooooo finally!! i’ve been promising a full length alpha!clark fic for a while and here it is finally :D turned out a bit angsty-er than i originally anticipated but folks this is a two parter!! enjoy !!!!!!!

This might be the most embarrassing moment of your life.

the odd couple

fratboy!clark kent x fem!chubby!nerd!reader

18+ mdni, ao3

summary: nobody expects the frat boy and the chubby, nerdy girl to ever look in each others’ direction. but who cares what people expect?

word count: 3.5k

contains: fluff & smut. frat clark the wonderful gorgeous sassy little gentleman, reader is a weird literary nerd, lois lane being kickass propaganda. college kids being pretentious to turn each other on, my fav. some talk of drinking/being drunk, fraternity parties. clark and reader uhaul lesbian tf outta each other, first kiss/boyfriend trope. *piv, protected sex, light and bubbly and sweet because ughhhh… *no use of y/n

a/n: well yes, @intwoweeks ! i love frat clark, if you guys want more i will definitely do more with him– fics, blurbs, whatevs. hope you like ;)

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If we asked anyone to explain how you and Clark Kent went well together, they would be at a loss for words. From the outside, it just… didn’t make sense. But then again, neither of you really made sense as individuals. That is, you didn’t fit into boxes in the way college kids like to. 

Big Dick Energy

Superman x reader

Summary: What happens when Superman responds to your 3AM thirst tweets

Warnings: sexting, flirting hehe, cybersex/phone sex, masturbation, descriptions of cunnilingus

a/n: I lowkey have midterms in a few weeks so i'm trying to post the few drafts that I have and get ready to kinktober lol. also I have a new series i'm working on but I gotta finish Super! first even tho I don't know how to end it lmaoo

It’s well past midnight when you realize your cheek has gone numb from pressing the phone to your ear for so long.

“…I’m just saying,” your best friend slurs on the other end, half asleep and completely unserious. “He has to know what he’s doing, wearing that suit.”

You grin, rolling back onto your bed. The only light in your room is the soft glow of your laptop and fairy lights strung across the ceiling. There’s zoomed in, paused footage from Superman’s last public appearance on your computer screen. He’s hovering over the smoking ruins of a half collapsed bridge, cape whipping behind him in the wind.

“I knew you were going to bring up the suit,” you giggle, picking at a stray thread on your comforter to keep your hands busy. “It does look… different”

“Tighter,” she sighs dramatically. “Like maybe his PR people or whoever fixed it up after that last big fight. Like, ‘Hey, while we’re reinforcing the heat resistance, let’s really accentuate the assets’.”

You press your lips together, trying not to laugh. “You think superman has a marketing department?”

“Babe, if I looked like that, id have a marketing department too.”

That breaks you both into quiet laughter. The kind thats muffled, but delirious gigging that only happens at ungodly hours. Hunched over and clutching your stomach when you’re too tired to be reasonable.

The two of you die down, then she yawns so loudly you flinch.

“God, okay, it’s like three. I need to sleep. We can thirst over supershit more tomorrow.”