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request rules

i will write most things— but here are my ground rules:

i write x readers— not into character x character, as much as i’d like to get lois lane right

most things are good to go- smut, fluff, angst wise. i like exploring all kinds of ideas even if they’re odd/pervy/corny, what have you… we’re all freaks, you will not find judgement from here lmao!

triggering topics can be difficult— we will call them maybes. i will often tap into personal struggles/dispositions, and research what i can if i am writing about an unfamiliar state, but for the sake of being genuine and doing justice to people’s experiences, i tend to steer clear of anything very violent or personally traumatizing (ie. bodily/mental disorders, types of assault, etc.). if you request something like this, it’s possible i may not write it. apologies!

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my works -- (my ao3)

oneshots (fem reader)

fluff

just the right fit (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

people pleaser (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

lost in the woods (clark kent x fem!reader)

we accept the love we think we deserve (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

every way (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

‘cuz i’m a punkrocker (yes i am) (clark kent x fem!chubby!emo/alt!reader)

little libraries (clark kent x fem!neurodivergent!reader)

what it’s like to be a luthor (clark kent x fem!luthor!reader) *angst

untouchable (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

fallen angel (clark kent x fem!kryptonian!(chubby!)reader)

the perfect girlfriend (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

my constant (clark kent x fem!nerdy!chubby!reader)

makes you more (clark kent x ftm!chubby!reader)

old habits die hard (clark kent x fem!(chubby!)reader) *angst

special interest (clark kent x fem!filmbuff!reader)

the in-between (clark kent x fem!reader)

alien teeth (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

undeniable chemistry (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

through your eyes (clark kent x fem!reader)

a good nurse (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

smut

pain relief (clark kent x fem!reader)

loving her [or, pain relief part two] (clark kent x fem!(chubby!)reader)

the odd couple (fratboy!clark kent x fem!chubby!reader) *mostly fluff

“and i guess it's just the woman in you / that brings out the man in me…” (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

puppy needs sleep (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

wish granted (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

big spoon, little spoon (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

study break (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

playing the game (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

v-cards (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

four times you teased clark… (fem!chubby!reader)

topping clark was easy… (clark kent x chubby!femdom!reader)

beach safety (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

stupid idea, stupid girl (clark luthor x fem!chubby!(psycho!)reader)

drabbles

when clark kent crawls into bed, (fem!chubby!reader)

you & clark’s playlist (fem!reader)

being clark’s exchange student… (fem!exchange student!reader)

fast wins (clark kent x fem!F1reporter!reader)

long form fics

in the works…

request rules

i will write most things— but here are my ground rules:

i write x readers— not into character x character, as much as i’d like to get lois lane right

most things are good to go- smut, fluff, angst wise. i like exploring all kinds of ideas even if they’re odd/pervy/corny, what have you… we’re all freaks, you will not find judgement from here lmao!

triggering topics can be difficult— we will call them maybes. i will often tap into personal struggles/dispositions, and research what i can if i am writing about an unfamiliar state, but for the sake of being genuine and doing justice to people’s experiences, i tend to steer clear of anything very violent or personally traumatizing (ie. bodily/mental disorders, types of assault, etc.). if you request something like this, it’s possible i may not write it. apologies!

————————————͙͘͡★———————————

my works -- (my ao3)

oneshots (fem reader)

fluff

just the right fit (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

people pleaser (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

lost in the woods (clark kent x fem!reader)

we accept the love we think we deserve (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

every way (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

‘cuz i’m a punkrocker (yes i am) (clark kent x fem!chubby!emo/alt!reader)

little libraries (clark kent x fem!neurodivergent!reader)

what it’s like to be a luthor (clark kent x fem!luthor!reader) *angst

untouchable (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

fallen angel (clark kent x fem!kryptonian!(chubby!)reader)

the perfect girlfriend (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

my constant (clark kent x fem!nerdy!chubby!reader)

makes you more (clark kent x ftm!chubby!reader)

old habits die hard (clark kent x fem!(chubby!)reader) *angst

special interest (clark kent x fem!filmbuff!reader)

the in-between (clark kent x fem!reader)

alien teeth (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

undeniable chemistry (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

through your eyes (clark kent x fem!reader)

a good nurse (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

smut

pain relief (clark kent x fem!reader)

loving her [or, pain relief part two] (clark kent x fem!(chubby!)reader)

the odd couple (fratboy!clark kent x fem!chubby!reader) *mostly fluff

“and i guess it's just the woman in you / that brings out the man in me…” (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

puppy needs sleep (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

wish granted (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

big spoon, little spoon (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

study break (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

playing the game (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

v-cards (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

four times you teased clark… (fem!chubby!reader)

topping clark was easy… (clark kent x chubby!femdom!reader)

beach safety (clark kent x fem!chubby!reader)

stupid idea, stupid girl (clark luthor x fem!chubby!(psycho!)reader)

drabbles

when clark kent crawls into bed, (fem!chubby!reader)

you & clark’s playlist (fem!reader)

being clark’s exchange student… (fem!exchange student!reader)

fast wins (clark kent x fem!F1reporter!reader)

long form fics

in the works…

“Oh! That one’s easy. It’s because the rubber needs to be a certain softness so it'll have maximum grip and traction the road, but because of that texture it breaks down pretty quickly, usually around ten or fifteen laps, and so they can only give the tires so much time before it becomes dangerous and they have to switch them out.”

“But why do they have to do it within seconds?”

“Fast wins,” you smirked.

Clark wondered if driving a racecar would give him the same stomach-dropping feeling and talking with you did. He highly doubted it. Not even flying made him feel this weightless.

This date was a shock, even to him, and he was the one who set it up. You were so beyond his league it was embarrassing, and that’s including his secret double-identity. Perry had opened up a special spot for you at the Planet to be a Formula One reporter on retainer; with the sport’s ever-growing fanbase, citizens wanted the best news, and Metropolis’ popularity and involvement was on the rise now that they had a homegrown driver on the Haas team. You were a freelancer for a while, slumming it with the pit crews and any managers that would take you across the world on the basis you’d cover their guys, but when Perry offered you a steady job with a fund to bring you to every race with a team and a stake in the actual coverage of your own team, you took it. 

You came into work every day in a leather café racer and jeans, and somehow looked more professional (and certainly cooler) than anybody in the entire building. You knew carspeak, you knew cultures, and your stories came back with zero red pen from the chief, which created you quite a reputation. You were confident and immovable, suave and charming. You had the it factor, to say the least– that quality that made people see you and your job, and think, Yeah, that’s right. Clark, on the other hand, counted himself lucky if he could still see a word or two under the red ink on his articles. Clark usually spilled coffee on his shirt and stumbled his way through interviews. In all universes, he would not be close to your type, or your standards. But he had beat the odds somehow.

He had been pining after you for a few weeks– since you started, really– before Perry put him and Jimmy on your reporting team for a race. He was supposed to fly out to Las Vegas for the Grand Prix and help you cover the Haas team and their Metropolis-born driver, Ryan James. Clark, who usually never did a travel piece, went for the kid– he saved his hide a few times, back in the day– and for you. You were just so enigmatic, always asking the right questions, smiling, flipping your hair, making him feel stupid. He couldn’t get enough of you. And despite Jimmy’s jabs, you seemed to like him! You teased and prodded, and you gave him the pen holding your hair up when he fumbled his and lost it down a grate at the track. You even blushed when he stuttered a Thank you, and to him, that was cause enough to try. Foolish, he knew, but he had to believe in something. 

He asked you out as you were boarding the plane home. It was sort of an accident, actually. You were in front of him, struggling to shove your luggage into the overheard compartment, and he happily hoisted it up with one hand. You smirked and asked, “Got some muscle under that big suit, huh, Kent?”

He shrugged and nudged his glasses up. “Guess so.”

“Well, good for you,” you chuckled, sliding into the row of seats. Clark took the middle and Jimmy took the end, who was trying to hide his expression of amusement, as well as his anticipation of Clark making a usual fool of himself. 

“Your article is great,” Clark complimented, “Perry will love it.”

“Thanks. That means a lot, you know.”

“Sure,” he hummed, scratching his neck. “You know, maybe we could celebrate when we get back.” By this he meant bring everyone out, get a round, cheers to your Grand Prix break. But your eyes sparkled in a way he hadn’t seen before, and for a second he wondered if the plane was taking off, or if that was just him.

“Like a date?”

Clark nearly choked on his own spit. “I– well– you– um– if–”

You bloomed a springtime shade and tilted your head. “I’d really like that, actually. You’ll take me out, won’t you?”

Clark’s lips turned up. Always asking the right questions, he thought. “Y-yeah. Um, yeah, sure, I’ll… take you out. When we get to Metropolis.”

“Good.”

And so he did, and here you were. He was sure it was a fluke, and maybe he’d knock something over or say something dumb and lose it all by the end of the night. But for now, you seemed entertained enough answering all his beginner-level questions about Formula One. He inquired after the creation of the car bodies, what alterations must be made, why are they so low to the ground, how are even they safe. He asked you about the physical condition of the drivers, how it’s possible they can drive so long and not pass out or get dizzy. You indulged him all night, chewing on the straw in your margarita and smiling like front-page news.

“I didn’t know you were so curious about racing,” you grinned, nails tapping the table. 

Clark stared at them and shrugged. “I didn’t used to be.”

“Until you met me, you mean,” you pushed, and turned your palm up. 

Confident, he reminded himself, and when you wiggled your fingers as if to hurry him along, he recalled, and immovable. He slipped his palm into yours and squeezed. 

“Until I met you.”

“You’re cute, Kent,” you blushed, playing with his paw. “I might even let you take me on a second date. If you can keep up, that is. Racing’s a little fast.”