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cloisfics · 1 year

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'Lois?'

'Yeah?' she asked busy stooping over piles of files searching for her document.

'Are you even listening to me?'

'I will, Cat.' she remarked sparing her an annoyed glance. ' When you have something interesting to tell me.'

'I can't believe you haven't noticed how he's all heart eyes at you?'

'Smallville?' she laughed off the comment and turned to face her, having spotted what she wanted. 'Isn't it about time you left the poor guy alone?'

Cat sat down on one of the chairs, exasperated.

'For a triple Pulitzer winning journalist, Lois- this is pretty disappointing.'

Lois rolled her eyes.

'I mean...it's so goddamn obvious it's written all over his face!'

' If you're done with the lecture, Cat-' she said motioning at the clock '- I've got a deadline to meet.'

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' What's so funny, Olsen?'

'Lois, he has a serious crush on you!'

She looked out the transparent glass door of her office to see Clark Kent, who had his eyes fixed on the computer screen.

'You've got to be kidding me right now!' she mumbled and resumed flipping through the record.

' What? Lois....'

'Where's the photo, Jimmy?'

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'When do you guys plan to drop this?' she asked sipping her drink. They were out for the office party, and Lombard as usual had lost out to her for the drinking game, and had nearly passed out after his eighth glass. Which was- technically his fault. He should've forseen the consequences when he took up the challenge with an army brat, after all.

Jimmy smiled. 'I just can't get my head around the fact that you're this blind!'

'Exactly.' Cat said

'You said something, Olsen?'

'Nope.'

'Go thank your stars that I'm heady...' began Lois rubbing her temple.

'Drunk?' supplied Jimmy tentatively.

'Heady, Jimmy. H-E-A-D-Y!' she corrected him. 'Or you wouldn't have hoped to see tomorrow.'

'Come on, Lois- We have an office bet going on...' chirped up Cat.

' What the HELL!' she slapped her hand on the table positively startling the duo.

' Yeah-' Jimmy quickly covered up. ' On when he'll break his next coffee mug!'

They turned their heads at the sound of a commotion. Clark Kent stood at the bar, ruefully apologizing to the bartender for spilling out soda all over.

Lois smiled as the others broke out into peals of laughter.

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Lois hated her phone.

And loathed it whenever it decided to annoyingly break into her peaceful slumber.

'Urgh!' she twisted and turned, trying to bury herself deeper into the warmth that enveloped her. Nothing worked. Muttering a string of expletives, she reached for the wretched device and brought it to her left ear, her right one cradled comfortably on the broad expanse of toned, muscular chest of a certain Kryptonian.

' Hello?' As she recognised the excited jitter on the other end, she started, sleepily: 'Jimmy? Do me a favor and don't wake me up at 6 o' clock on a freaking Saturday morning!'

'No, this is kinda urgent, Lois..Remember the Gotham source? I traced him down, and-'

That caught her attention as she sat halfway up, unwillingly prying herself away. This earned her a grunt of protest from the man underneath her. Lois started wakening up as Jimmy filled in the details.

'If you could show up by around seven-'

' Yeah..' she held a hand to the speaker-chiding 'And you can stop hogging the sheets Smallville!'

' I'll be right there, Jim!'

Clark half opened his eyes, smiling to find her groggily sliding out the bed, and hanging up the call.

'Where do you think you're going?' he asked in pure amazement.

' Apparently- Stories can't wait, hon!'

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Clark watched as she busied herself about the room, drying her hair, and was convinced that she had absolutely no idea how breathtakingly beautiful she was.

'Got time for breakfast?'

She smirked.

'You bet.' she said, sassily.

'Lois-'

'Okay mom!' she raised her hands in surrender. 'I'm not malnutrition-ing myself again.'

She halted and whipped around. 'Gosh- is that even a word?'

He laughed.

' Which reminds me-' he said fishing for his phone. 'There's a very funny videotape you've got to watch!'

She stared in horror as he played her singing Whitesnake at the top of her lungs, standing on the living room couch.

'Oh I'm burning that.' she set the drier on the table and launched herself at him, struggling to get a hold on it. Clark fell back on the bed, doubling up with laughter with her on top of him, but yet managed to keep her target way out of reach.

'Hey! Don't...it's the most adorable thing I've seen...' he was giving her puppy eyes now, and she cursed him and those beautiful baby blues.

'I see you've had too much fun witnessing my drunken night mishaps!'

'Oh, very much!' he nodded, running a finger over her locks, laughing 'I really wish you could've seen yourself..'

'Hmm..'

'I doubted if you'd be up today.' His tone switched to genuine concern.

She scoffed. 'You're gonna pay up for that, Kent!'

'Looking forward to it, Miss Lane!'

'Did you know the Planet staff's betting on you?'

'What?' he frowned

'You should've given it some thought before you decided to gawk at my desk all day long.'

She grinned, not yet used to the way she could make the most powerful being in the universe blush at her words alone.

' Does it bother you?' he asked softly, intertwining their fingers.

'Wouldn't it bother you?' she cupped his cheek. 'With the whole Superman thing going on and the media and paparazzi circling around like hawks-'

'Lo- we're the media.' he reminded her.

She smiled. 'You get the point- Clark!'

' And there's worse- Wait till the General gets to know that his daughter is-'

' Fraternizing with the enemy?' he completed for her, chuckling.

'More like 'in a full fledged live-in relationship' with said enemy don't you think?' she asked gesturing around his apartment which was more or less, theirs.

'That bad?' he asked, catching the worry in her eyes, and knew this was about him.

'I honestly don't wanna know.'

'Well on the brighter side- we do deserve some credit for keeping it away from a room full of reporters-'

'And gossipmongers!' she snorted ' At this rate- we'll give it all away..'

'It's gonna be fine!' he firmly reassured her, looking straight into her eyes.

She bit her lip

'You think?'

'I know.' he smiled again. ' Besides I love it this way-'

' Yeah!' she agreed closing the distance. 'It's calm and quiet and we're left all to ourselves with zero intrusions to private space..'

'Just us.' he pulled her to him and the look he was giving her was as tender and adoring as ever.

'Just us.' She thought it over, as her voice dropped to a whisper. 'Just us sounds pretty good, Smallville. For now.'

In a burst of superspeed, he had her pinned underneath him, as he caught her lips with his own. Her hand loosely tangled in his dark locks as she responded with equal fervor.

'Trying to coax me back to bed, huh farmboy?' she asked breathless, as he kissed the way down her jaw and neck.

'Is it working?' he murmured against her skin.

She grinned. ' You're gonna make me late!'

With that she gently pushed him, and maneuvered back to her comb.

Clark lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling, more happy than he had ever been, and grateful to the life he shared with her.

'Breakfast?' He piped up

'Sure.'

He smiled victoriously.

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winterlovesong1 · 3 months

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Everything under the stars is in your arms

Summary: Drabble collection for Clark/Lois of Smallville. Title from Breathe In Breathe Out by Mat Kearney

Chapter Seven: leaving too soon

Chapter Summary: Clark's inner thoughts during the dunk tank scene in 4x03.

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“Watch and learn, Smallville.” The summer sunlit turquoise sky brightens her stance and her features. He readjusts his arms across his chest and then she smiles.

read the rest here

#clois fanfic #clois fanfiction #clois #tv: smallville

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nlights37 · 2 years

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The Law of Unintended Consequences

Who me? Posting a Season 9 AU where Lois remembers exactly what happened to her in the future from Savior onward? Yes, yes, that’s exactly what’s happening! First two chapters up!

#my fics #clois fanfic #clois #smallville #clark x lois #lois lane x clark kent #in which Season 9 happens very differently

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sunflowers-and-iced-tea · 1 year

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Fan Fic Corner - WIP

The Longest Day

- Clark x Lois; Season 8

What if Bride was like a Groundhog Day type of situation? Clark falls asleep after the whole event and keeps reliving the day over and over until he finally changes and rectifies a specific significant moment? How might the day end up differently?

Update: Chapter 9/9

#clois #smallville #lois lane #clark kent #fan fic #fan fiction #clois fanfic #clois fan fiction #smallville fanfiction

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livingarrows · 1 year

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(Another) Exclusive Interview by Lois Lane - Seersha - Superman and Lois (TV 2021) [Archive of Our Own] →

The Daily Planet is going all out to cover Superman's 10th Anniversary, and Lois is tasked with getting the exclusive Superman interview to mark the occasion.

My contribution to the collection celebrating 85 years of Superman and Lois.

#my fics #clois fanfic #superman and lois #clois

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medicaldoctordana · 6 months

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In My Documents Folder

Pairing: Superman/Lois Lane/Clark Kent

Rating: Explicit

W/C: 6,530

Genre: Crack!fic

Summary: Lois Lane writes self-insert Superman fanfiction. Check out her latest story idea sent to her mysterious new beta— “What if Clark Kent and Superman are more than just friends? And what if the thing that could tear them apart (both in love with Lois Lane) is exactly the thing that could bring them together?”

Reads better on Ao3 for formatting purposes.

In My Documents Folder

She shouldn’t be doing this. She was at work and she really shouldn’t be doing this. Anyone could walk by and see what she was doing. And it really should not be this. Not here, not now. No, Lois Lane was dancing along a dangerous line and really shouldn’t be doing this.

I walked toward the edge of the building.

She typed as quickly and quietly as she could muster. She hoped no one could tell how anxious she was feeling. The nervous energy could be coming off her in waves for all she knew.

It wasn’t soupposed to be like this. I wasn’t soupposed to lose hope.

Lois looked around, making sure no one was peeking at her work.

I looked down below me and saw the flat ciment 40 storys down. I knew I wouldn’t survive the fall.

Taking a deep breath, Lois decided the coast was clear and took the plunge.

If I were to have even a kernal of hope left in my body, all of it would be directed toward the thought of him saving me, of him catching me, of him holding me in his arms. I climbed on top of the ledge and wavered in the strong wind. I closed my eyes and hoped with all the strength I had left.

“Please, catch me, Superman,” I whispered into the knight's air.

Just like my father taught me to take my first steps, I put one foot before the other and felt myself falling.

Before I knew what was happening and before I could realize the mistake I had just made, that feeling of hope warmmed my entire body.

He was here, he had heard me, he had caught me, and his arms sorrounded me fully. Finally.

“Superman,” I gasped, arms tight around his neck.

“Lois,” he began in that deep timber that shook me to my very core.

“Lois,”

She could swear she heard his voice screaming her name in her head. It was as clear as day.

“Lois,”

The voice called again.

“Oh, Superman, you sound so sexy when you say my name,”

“Lois!!”

Lois was startled in her seat, realizing the voice wasn’t in her head and that Clark was standing in front of her trying to get her attention.

“Didn’t you hear me, Lois?” Clark’s tone was so different from the Superman in her fantasy.

“No, sorry Clark. I was, um, really focused on my work.” Lois quickly closed out the document she had been working on and opened up a web page with actual work-related materials on it.

“What are you working on?” Clark asked, they’d already turned in the last article they had been writing together and Perry wasn’t handing out new assignments until tomorrow’s staff meeting.

“Uh,” she faltered, “Just a fluff piece in case Perry needs something to fill a slot,” Lois swiveled out of her chair and grabbed her coffee cup to walk it to the break room.

“You looked a little intense to be working on a fluff piece,” Clark didn’t believe her for a second, she was always working on new leads and not bringing him in until their boss practically forced it on her. He guessed it was hard for Lois to break away from her lone-wolf tendencies and break into her den mother role.

“Drop it, Kent,” Lois warned.

“I’m still trying to find my footing here Lois, and I can’t very well do that if you keep locking me out,” Clark pleaded with her and watched as she dropped three sugar cubes into her coffee. That was unlike her, she normally drank it black. Something was up.

“I said drop it.” Lois glared at him over the brim of her cup. She liked the green reporter and found his dorky personality endearing most of the time. But some days, like today. He was a little too perky for her taste. A little too insistent.

Clark looked at her hurt, like the youngest pup in her pack that didn’t get any meat because his big brothers and sisters had taken it all already. Still, he put up his hands in surrender. “Fine, I’ll drop it. For now.”

A few weeks later, Lois had practically forgotten about the piece she had written. After she had gotten home that night, she felt inspired enough to finish writing it but left it for later to edit. She had too much other work to do with the possibility of a break on the Lex Luthor investigation.

She considered posting it, under a pseudonym of course. How embarrassing would it be if people found out she was writing self-insert Superman fanfiction? And not just any fanfiction– sexy, smutty, dirty fanfiction. She thought about changing her name in her piece, but due to her notoriety as a reporter, there was enough Superman/Lois Lane fanfiction already out there that she could get away with blending into the masses.

This wasn’t even the first story she had written. She had five others that were incredibly popular in the Superman fandom. She was one of the few writers who wrote from the first-person point of view. Admittedly, she had read nearly the entirety of all other Superman/Lois Lane paired fics. They were hot and they kept her warm on her lonely nights. However, her work differed greatly from the others on the forum.

There were even a few Batman/Superman/Lois Lane fanfictions that were bookmarked for her to read over and over again.

Apparently “real person fiction” was a popular sub-genre of fanfiction. For her, it was a good outlet for all her horny feelings she couldn’t exactly bring to the big man himself. For one, she doubted Superman would actually be interested in her like that and secondly, she doubted Superman would be interested in anyone like that. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to sleep around with half of Metropolis, let alone famous reporters he needed to have a professional relationship with. (Or other superheroes).

And so what if she had a little crush on the guy? She’d like to hear one person in the entire world claim they didn’t have a curiosity about what was hiding under that red cape of his. Lois had spent too many hours in his presence to not wonder and stare blatantly at the package he was carrying. It had to have been huge, and some nights it was all she could think about.

But she couldn’t think about it now. Because now, her very platonic work partner Clark Kent was on his way over to help with the break in the Lex Luthor case. And thinking about Superman being naked in front of her was not conducive to a productive work night with his antithesis, Clark Kent.

Before she heard the knock on her door, she knew he had arrived. There was scuffing and bumbling she could hear coming from down her hallway. She opened her apartment door to see Clark clumsily making his way to her apartment carrying way too much Chinese food, his bag, a stack of files, and a box of documents.

“Clark, ever heard of a second trip?” Lois didn’t move to help him. She just waited for him to get to her.

“Oh, uh, Lois! Hi!” God, he was so nervous around her. Even when he didn’t know she was looking. He was just a dorky, clumsy guy.

“Hi, Smallville. Need a hand?” He had reached her apartment and shoved the box and files into her waiting arms.

“Thanks,” he blushed. Not sure why, maybe because his skin brushed against hers in the handoff?

There were times, Lois had to admit he was kind of cute.

“I uh, I got Kung Pao, Sweet and Sour, Beef and Broccoli, some tofu, steamed vegetables, rice– of course–, noodles, and spring rolls.” Clark still held the food trying to point to what was what and trying not to drop it all.

“Put it on the table before you feed the carpet instead of us.” Lois cleared off space and pushed her open laptop to the side.

“Right, of course. Thank you.” Clark blundered around a little more, looking so uncomfortable to be in her space even though he’d been there countless times before.

“Did you get those crab things I like?” Lois asked, her mouth already full with a spring roll.

“Yes!” Clark nearly shouted. “Yes,” he said again, quieter. “And there’s spicy mustard and extra fortune cookies.” He anxiously took a seat on her couch and nearly spilled the open container of sweet and sour pork.

“Watch it, Kent.” Lois had to smile, his nervous energy was becoming more and more endearing the longer she was exposed to it. “God, you’re a mess.”

“Sorry,” Clark apologized and looked around for napkins. “Crap, they forgot the napkins and chopsticks.” He was about to get back up and offer to go out and get some before Lois put a stop to it.

“I think I have some. Stay here,” she stood up and walked over his lap to get to her kitchen. “Can you get started on proofreading my article while I look for them?” Lois nodded off to her open laptop and hoped he would be ready to work before eating.

“Yeah, sure thing. What’s the file called?” He grabbed the laptop and saw that the documents page was already open.

“Uh, I don’t remember!” she called from across the room.

Clark looked through the list.

Ace’O’Clubs Jewels - Nope

Bakerline Naval Base - No, not it.

Chinatown Herbs? Cannabis? - He wanted to ask her about that one but no, not it either.

Climbing the Man of Steel - This certainly wasn’t it but Clark clicked on it anyway, intrigued by the title. Since when was Lois working on Superman articles without him?

He saw a flash of the words there and immediately blushed a deep crimson hue. That was definitely not the article they were supposed to be working on.

“Fuck me, Superman,” I whispered in his ear. I knew with his super hearing I wouldn’t have to be loud, but with the way his huge, pulsing cock brusshed aganst my wet cunt, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep quite either.

“Did you find it, Clark?” Lois asked on her way back to the couch with napkins, utensils, and two bottles of beer.

Without thinking too hard about it, Clark sent himself the document and X-ed out of it at superspeed.

“Huh? No, not yet,” his voice cracked, heat tinging the tips of his ears, the span of his neck, and everything in between. “You- you have a lot of documents, Lois.” Clark scrolled way down the list, hoping to cover his tracks and not draw suspicion to himself. That must have been what she was working on when he interrupted her a few weeks ago.

“Give it to me, farmboy. You’re useless with technology.” Lois grabbed her computer and quickly found and opened the correct document. “Here, I refuse to use spell check. I don’t trust it.” She handed the laptop back and got to work on devouring the chow mein.

“Yep,” was pretty much all Clark said for the rest of the night.

The first thing Clark did when he entered his apartment after the night at Lois’s, was check his email to make sure the document made it safely to his inbox.

It did.

Oh boy did it look intimidating sitting there with no subject line and no body– just the attached file.

Scared but excited, like the way he imagined sexual excitement felt, Clark opened the document. He knew it was a massive invasion of her privacy, but it was about him. Surely he had the right to proofread it before it went anywhere?

Climbing the Man of Steel by Clara Clarke

Before he got too into reading the one before him, Clark did a quick internet search of the name to see if there was anything else she had written online.

There was.

He was brought to a website called Archive of Our Own where author Clara Clarke had posted five other works and had at least 23 public bookmarks. (He had a lot of work to go through).

She only had one fandom listed on her dashboard and had received 16 gifted works. Her profile picture was an artist rendering of what he could only assume was a cartoon Lois Lane wearing nothing but Superman’s cape. It seemed like she was quite popular despite only having a few stories of her own.

Each one of her works was a Superman and Lois Lane pairing. All rated explicit. All with way too many comments and kudos for his liking.

How in the hell had she had the time to build up this secret empire? Superman had only been on Earth a little under a year (for all they knew, anyway).

Clark read through her other story titles, having to laugh at her sense of humor. They were listed with her most recent on top and her very first at the bottom.

Horny in Hob’s Bay: Superman rescues Lois Lane from a deal on the docks gone wrong. When the fighting was over and done with, he treated her wounds the only way he knew how; with his warm gaze and hot cock. Had he known how his heat vision would rile up the intrepid reporter, he may not have used it in such a public place. Lucky for them, the dock was empty and both were eager to soothe away the day’s stress with a hard and dirty fuck.

Gladiator Superman: (AU) Having recently been set free from the chains of oppression, Superman struggles with his new role of power. In a moment of weakness, or as some might say, great strength, Superman asks Lois Lane for help to take back control of his past by becoming her sex slave. Suited up in his WarWorld garb, Superman asks Lois to tie him up and use him like the powerless man he used to be. Only in her care will he find his true strength and power once again.

10 Times Superman Ruined Lois Lane For Any Other Man: Once you’ve been with Superman, you can never go back to a human ever again. Not only is his Kryptonian physique superior, but his special abilities allow him to wow a girl in bed. Who knew X-ray Vision and Freeze Breathe could be so sexy? Lois Lane did…

Clark had to stop reading there less he got distracted from reading her most current unpublished work. He bookmarked her author page and considered making his own account to edge his way into her world. Call is morbid curiosity– he always knew Lois Lane would be the death of him.

Feeling more confident about reading her unpublished work since she had other stuff posted already, Clark clicked back to the tab that contained her most recent story.

The first thing he noticed was that it was riddled with spelling errors. He wondered who was editing her writing before she posted it since she didn’t trust spell check. Maybe she had made friends in this online community?

And that thought gave him a truly disastrous idea. One that if Lois ever found out about it, she would make sure he could never walk, talk, or type again.

Since he was the man of steel, he decided to go ahead anyway. Consequences be damned.

The next morning, Lois woke up to nearly 25 new emails. It seemed that someone had found her work on Ao3 and liked it. Liked it a lot apparently. She had emails for kudos, comments, and bookmarks on each one of her works. With a prideful grin on her face, she opened the comment emails before getting out of bed for the day.

HouseOfEl left the following comment on Why Superman Wears His Underwear On The Outside:

I can’t believe I didn’t know this existed!! I am obsessed with your work! It’s so hot and totally believable!!!! My favorite line was when Lois said to Superman “Is that a superdick in your pants or are you just excited to see me?” Ha! I laughed out loud so hard! You are so funny, Clara!!! I can’t wait to read the rest of your stories!!!!!

HouseOfEl left the following comment on SuperFreak:

Clara, you’ve done it again! Funny, sexy, and smart! Your writing feels so authentic it’s like I’m there in Metropolis with them. I could totally imagine Lois and Superman getting it on in zero gravity. Let’s just hope he flew them over a source of water before they came all over the place. Although I know I wouldn’t mind being under them when that happened. Eep! I feel like I found my crowd!! You’re just as kinky and freaky as I am! If you ever need a beta, please reach out!

Lois wasn’t sure where this user came from but she was delighted to see they liked her work so much. The other three comments rang a similar tune. Even if the flattery was a bit over the top, it was cute. She imagined the person might be some young college girl just figuring out her sexuality and kinks. She hadn’t touched her last work in weeks and probably wouldn’t have time to edit it anytime soon since she and Clark had maybe found a crack in the Luthor case. So she thought, why the hell not?

Lois sent an email to HouseOfEl introducing her online persona and taking them up on their offer to beta. She sent along her latest story and hoped they’d be able to help edit out all her spelling errors. She knew her old beta was getting tired of her shit and hoped this new pal would reignite her fic writing fire.

By the time Lois hopped out of the shower, her phone dinged with a new email. It was from HouseOfEl.

Clara,

Thank you so much for reaching out to me! You won’t regret this. I am hoping to follow in Lois Lane’s footsteps and work in journalism one day so I’m taking a bunch of writing courses in preparation. My professors always say that stretching your creative writing muscles is the best way to strengthen your professional writing skills. So really it’s you doing me the favor by letting me be the beta to your alpha! Ahha sorry, was that weird? Anyway, my name’s Ella, and I had some time this morning so your latest work is all edited and ready for final approval, boss!

My biggest comment on this fic is that I love how you describe Superman. He seems so real and lifelike like you’ve actually met him. I hope he really is as kind and sexy in real life as he is how you write him. He seems like a total dreamboat. (I mean, he’s Superman! How could he not be?!).

I also have a ton of ideas for other fics if you want to work together on something sometime. Just let me know. I am here for you!

Have a super day!

Ella

Okay, Ella was as sweet as sweet could be and Lois was delighted by this newfound relationship. She quickly hopped on her computer to upload the new work and gave a big shout-out to her new beta writer.

Then, she emailed her back.

Ella,

You are the best! Thanks for fixing my many, many spelling errors. I had no idea there were so many! Yikes!

Tell me, what ideas do you have in mind for Superman and Lois? The dirtier the better ;)

Sincerely,

Clara

At the office, Lois seemed to have an extra bounce in her step. Steve and Cat had teased her about it on her way to work and even that couldn’t deflate her airy mood.

“Clark!”

He was sitting at his desk, hunched over and looking like he didn’t get much sleep the night before. Come to think of it, Lois didn’t think she’d ever seen him look so tired.

“Did all that food tire you out last night, Clark? I swear, I’ve never seen anyone eat three entire boxes of rice and four main courses all in one sitting. You really packed it all away, big guy. I’m gonna have to stop calling you Smallville, Smallville.”

Lois patted her coworker on the back and watched in curiosity as he failed to respond with his usual grandeur.

“I’m fine, Lois. Just a normal Tuesday, honestly.” Clark didn’t look at her, he just flipped through the files on his desk.

It was odd that he didn’t interact with her more. Normally, he used any chance he got to try and wiggle his way into Lois’s good graces. Something was definitely off with him, Lois thought. He didn’t even seem nervous with her hovering so close.

“You sure, Clark?” Lois spoke with a tone of sympathy. If he was changing up his tactics to try and get her to be nicer to him, it was kind of working. And after the morning she had, she actually wasn’t too mad about it.

“Yeah,” Clark said, finally looking up at her. “I just want to get through work today.”

A silent look of comradery passed between them. Lois sympathized with the bags under his eyes and went off to her own desk to get started on the day's work.

It was like that between them for a few days. Clark was a bit more standoffish and exhausted, and Lois was a bit more perky and nice. It was like they swapped roles for the week. No matter what though, each day they were one step closer to nailing Lex Luthor and Lois was ten thousand words closer to becoming the most notorious Superman fanfiction writer.

She had both Clark and Ella to thank for both of those accomplishments.

Lois needed one more piece of evidence that implicated Lex with ties to Intergang and then her investigation would be complete.

And in the time she waited, Ella had helped her write three news stories about Superman and Lois.

Over the course of those few weeks, Clark had become incredibly more confident and secure in his work relationship with Lois. He had taken to teasing her and playing around in the office. His edits had a boyish flair to them that she was starting to find addictive.

There was only one time that she thought Clark knew her secret. When he had thrown a line at her that she could have sworn came word for word from one of her stories. It was a common enough line that she brushed it off as a coincidence. The only thing that made her feel like it was intentional was the smirk he gave her as he delivered the line on a silver platter. She had been caught off guard with it and he almost looked pleased with himself.

And it was the first time that she wanted to kiss his smirk off his bespectacled face.

With success on both fronts of Lois’s passion projects, she found herself looking at Clark with softer eyes and appreciating him so much more than she did when he first arrived to The Planet. All the extra time she was spending with him on the Lex case, and how much Ella’s editing style reminded her of Clark’s edits made her start to think differently about him. Differently in a way that would meld both her worlds together.

So after Clark left her apartment after another food and interview prep session, she gave in to her worst indulgence. Her fingers couldn’t dance across her keyboard fast enough. At 3 a.m. she sent a frantic email to her friend and beta.

Ella,

I had this crazy idea and please bear with me. I know something like this has been done in the past but I really think you’ll like my take on this classic trope. It’s enemies to lovers, coworkers to lovers, love triangle, one bed, angst, jealousy, double penetration, threeways, all the crazy good stuff we both love. And it’s not Batman/Superman/Lois.

Stick with me here. You know that reporter Lois Lane works with on her Superman articles? (Of course, you do, you somehow know more about Superman than I do). Anyway… I got this plot bunny in my head and it won’t jump away. What if Clark Kent and Superman are more than just friends? And what if the thing that could tear them apart (both in love with Lois Lane) is exactly the thing that could bring them together?

I present to you Metropolis's newest super polycule: Superman/Lois Lane/Clark Kent. Let me know what you think and as always, be brutal.

All the best,

Clara

Lois attached the draft and hit send. She waited with bated breath for her reply.

Clark flew into his tiny apartment’s window after an exhausting Superman save. Reversing twisters was tiresome and he wished every time that people would be kinder to the Earth to help prevent some of the natural disasters he had to help clean up after.

Just as he spun out of his suit and into his pajamas, his phone dinged and alerted him to a new email. It was from Lois– Clara technically, but they were both lying to each other about their true identities. Clark only felt a modicum of guilt that he was the only one to know the entire truth.

Until he read the email. Then he knew his actions were shameful and he was guilty of a thousand moral and ethically bad decisions.

But it was also 3 a.m. and he needed time to figure out how to clean up the mess he made. He might as well give a read to her story before he fixed things.

There I stood, at the end of my bed, knowing my life was irrevocably changed by the two men who lay beneath my blue flannel sheets.

I never would have expected this of my life. Never would have known that the man who sat across from my desk day in and day out could love me the same as the most powerful man in the universe. Or that those two men would love each other as much as they loved me.

No, I wouldn’t have guessed this. But I also wouldn’t have had it any other way. It was impossible to choose.

Superman, an obvious choice to some, but one who could be called away at a moment's notice. One who would come back beaten and battered by the world’s most evil of evils. One who came from another world, another life entirely. One who fucked like no other man on Earth.

And then there was Clark. Sweet, kind, dorky, and wholesome Clark Kent. A true American man from the heart of the homeland. His touch was as soft and gentle as one could hope for, yet as rowdy and fiery as a wild bull waiting to be broken. One who loved you as much as his Ma’s home-baked rhubarb pie and fucked you as sweetly as that pie tasted.

It was impossible to choose.

And why did I have to?

When they both loved each other as much as they loved me.

When they both fucked each other as hard as they fucked me.

When all three of us couldn’t stand to be apart longer than the time it took for Superman to fly around the world to get back to us.

Clark nearly spit out his coffee at the love letter Lois had written to him. It was hard to tell these days where reality split from fiction. How much did she really want the things she wrote about? How much did she want Clark Kent and Superman to be two separate people?

He saved his questions for later and continued reading on. As Lois tended to do, the sex scene started early in her writing and was usually woven in and out with the introspective insights of Lois Lane’s thoughts and feelings.

“Clark,” I moaned. His mouth on my breast sent tingles coursing through my body.

“Lois,” Kal groaned. My grip grew tighter on his thick cock with every bite and tug Clark gave on my nipple. Being with them both sent me to a different world of pleasure, one I had never known before the two of them teamed up to fuck me senseless.

“Kal, help me with her other breast,” Clark asked of Superman. The two men worked perfectly as a team. They were always in sync like they shared one brain. It drove me crazy not knowing what they were thinking up next.

Usually, it was Kal who directed our lovemaking, but tonight it was Clark. And I couldn’t be more excited to see him come out of that shy shell of his. Clark was always so jittery on his own. But with Kal there to comfort him, he seemed to have imbued some of his confidence too. It was sexy as hell and I wasn’t sure how long I would last before I came all over one of them.

Clark picked me up effortlessly and placed me on his lap. His cock wasn’t as large as Kal’s but what he lacked in size, he made up for in talent and enthusiasm. Its purple head leaked a bead of precum and suddenly all I could think about was having both cocks in my mouth at once.

I whimpered in want. I was wet with need.

Both of them attacked my breasts with their lips and tongue. Kal aided Clark by blowing icy air on my peaks and riling me up to a panting mess.

“Enough, boys. Please, I can’t take anymore,” I begged for them to stop, but they were unrelenting in their torture.

“Lois, Lois,” they chanted my name in unison, using their voice to distract me from their oncoming assault.

Before I knew what was happening, Kal slid behind me and plunged his cock between my slick folds. It was there that he met Clark’s awaiting cock, already filling the space between my thighs. They laughed, the sound was music to my ears. Both of them leaned forward, towards me, and attacked opposite sides of my neck.

I was in both heaven and hell. My arms were pinned by their large bodies preventing me from touching what was mine. I needed to feel their cocks with my hands. Having them both slick against my clit just sitting there was driving me crazy.

“Please,” I begged, unsure who to direct my plea to. Both of them, hopefully, would take mercy on me and free me from this prison.

In unison, they both raised to their knees. I could tell Clark was gripping Kal’s ass and that Kal was playing with Clark’s testicles. It was so unfair. They could touch each other, but they left nothing for me but the pressure of their chests crushing my lithe body between them.

“I need to touch you,” I pleaded once again, hoping for once, they’d let me be in control of the night’s pleasure even though I knew it was Clark’s turn. We would have to negotiate that soon. I’m tired of constantly being a mere plaything in this boy’s club of theirs.

They shared a silent look, a wordless interaction, and released me from their grip. Before they had a chance to trap me again, I bent down between them and stuffed both cocks into my mouth. Kal was so large he barely fit on his own. With Clark in there too, my jaw ached and was stretched to its absolute limits. It was a pain that zinged directly to my clit. I could feel myself dripping down my thigh.

And based on Kal’s growl, he could smell me too.

I tongued my two cocks as long as I could stand. My eyes rolled back in my head as their precum dripped off their swollen heads and into my greedy mouth. I pumped them both until I heard that familiar whimper fall from Clark’s lips.

It was time.

I pulled off of them and pushed Clark to lay flat on the bed. He was the easier one to push around. Kal didn’t take well to others giving him orders. That was another thing we’d have to negotiate. I would do anything to team up with Clark and torture Kal until his cock was dripping dry.

But for now, I need them both to fuck me senseless.

I mounted Clark like one of his horses at the county fair. I took my time sliding down his cock. He was so hard for me, for us, I swear he could give the man of steel a run for his money. And I would know since that man was perched behind me and preparing my other hole for his entry.

Usually, Clark took me from behind since his girth was less. But tonight, I wanted to look at him as I got fucked out of this stratosphere. I couldn’t say who I loved more, but gun to my head, my gut would say Clark. He was real, he was human, he was perfect for me.

Yes, I loved Kal, loved the way he made me feel. But with Clark, we connected on such a basic and human level that it was hard to give that up for even Superman.

Thankfully, I didn’t have a gun to my head and didn’t have to tear my heart in two. I could have them both. And damnit, I would.

Kal entered me once I was fully seated on Clark and I felt so full. I tilted my head back to rest on Kal’s shoulder as I adjusted to his size. I could feel the heads of both their cocks meeting in my middle and it make me sick with euphoria.

“Lois,” Clark breathed out my name. It sounded so needy coming from his lips. I could tell he wanted my eyes on him. Wanted me to watch him as my two lovers fucked me raw.

His deep blue eyes bore into my soul and he reached up to cup my tit. Kal reached a hand around and cupped my other. With both their free hands, they settled intertwined on my mound, feeling my womb bulge with the presence of them inside me.

“I love you,” they both whispered into my ear. Then we all started to move like the rodeo was in town and we wanted– no, needed– to win that first-place blue ribbon.

Clark sat up and we rocked together like we were one body moving, one body breathing, one body experiencing the same pleasure. I couldn’t pinpoint the amount of times I came because it felt like I was coming the entire time they were inside me.

Kal reached down to my clit and used his superspeed on just his fingers so they moved like a bullet vibrator.

“Yes, Kal! Clark, Yes!” I screamed. My walls clenched around Clark’s cock and I could feel the same thing happening around Kal’s cock too. Just a few seconds longer and I’d be a melted pile of cum.

Clark and Kal continued their assault on my body as I spasmed until I was whimpering and collapsed from the lack of energy. Only then did they both shoot their loads inside me and paint my insides with their seed.

I could feel buckets of cum dripping down my legs and thanked whatever God was up there that he sent me two supermen to love me and to fuck me. I was the luckiest woman in the whole goddamn universe.

Clark’s mouth was dry after he finished reading what Lois had written. His mouth was dry but his pants were an absolute mess. He wasn’t sure how many times he came from just reading, but he was sure it was just as many as Lois had in her story.

He opened up his email and sent a response he knew she wouldn’t want to read but knew needed to happen.

Lois,

We need to talk. Meet me on the roof of The Planet tomorrow at 10?

-Clark

Lois smoked a cigarette anxiously and tapped her foot staring at the roof access door for Clark to arrive. She wasn’t sure what he wanted to walk about, but the timing of it all seemed suspicious enough to worry. Waking up expecting an email from her beta but finding one from the subject of her story in her inbox instead filled her with dread and regret for having written anything at all.

She stomped out the butt of her smoke and contemplated lighting up another when she heard a fluttering behind her and gasped.

Fuck, now the other subject of her dirty dirty story was floating right in front of her.

“There’s no gun to your head, Lois,” Superman spoke in his booming voice. “You don’t have to choose.”

The words were way too specific to mean anything else.

“You’re Ella?! You’re my beta!?” She shrieked, unbelieving that she had sent Superman fanfiction to Superman himself. “Oh fuck me, fuck my life, fuck my career! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Lois couldn’t believe the turn her life was taking. She was too young and successful to die.

“It gets worse,” Superman cringed and landed in front of her.

“Oh, as if. Like things could get worse from here,” Lois paced, astounded that everything was falling apart right in front of her eyes. She had lost a friend in Ella, knowing he was Superman. And she had probably lost Superman, knowing that he knew what kinds of fantasies she had about him.

“I’m so sorry, I never intended for things to turn out like this.” Superman spun into his glasses and sweater vest and stood before Lois as Clark Kent.

Lois stood with her mouth agape before promptly passing out at the revelation.

“Lois!” Clark super sped forward to catch her.

A few frantic moments later, Lois regained consciousness and muttered, “I’m gonna kill you, Kent.” She’d effectively lost three people she cared about in a single moment.

“You can’t,” He regretfully replied, “I’m Superman.”

Lois fainted again. Briefly. Then she came back seemingly fully cognizant of the situation.

“Fuck!” she screamed. “That means there’s only one of you to sleep with!” She pounded her fists against his chest and then looked into his deep blue eyes behind his glasses.

And in that moment, nothing mattered. The lies, the deceit, the obfuscation. None of it was important. The man she loved most in the world cradled her close and was looking at her like she held all the answers to the universe. Nothing else mattered.

She kissed him senselessly and said, “At least I don’t have to email request you to edit my fics anymore.”

Clark laughed and replied, “No, and we can even act out new scenes to make sure they’re really good.”

They kissed again and went on to make a joint writing account under a completely new pseudonym: Lois&Clark4ever.

The End

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Pairing/Characters: Clark/Lois Rating: Teen Word Count: 1963 Summary: set after 10.07 "Ambush"; When Clark realizes there are certain items that Lois misses more than others after her apartment explosion, he finds a way to cheer her up.

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finnicks · 2 years

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smallville | lois/clark teen. 2.6k Five articles Lois Lane published about Superman and the one article she didn’t.

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When the Super Lets Loose

Pairing: Clark Kent x Lois Lane

Tags: nsfw, smut, no condoms, size kink, fantasies, size difference, kink discovery, finger sucking, Kryptonite doesn't hurt Clark, Lois is thirsty, Clark tops for the first time

Word count: 1.8k

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A/N: Lois would try everything in her power to get Clark to pound her. It's canon.

Lois won't deny that watching Clark writhe and moan as she rode him was great. The fact that he was so much bigger than her and yet he let her take control and set the pace made her feel... well powerful was the only word she could use.

She could feel her thighs burning as she rode his cock, it was the best workout she could ever get. Forget the gym, all she needed was Clark's cock. Actually she was sure that Clark didn't need the gym either, he looked like he was made by the gods, but she also loved it when they worked out together. Despite the fact that he never got winded or worked up a sweat he join Lois every time.

Actually this was the only time she saw him sweaty and panting for breath outside of his fights. Clark's huge hands pressed into the bed, his whole face and neck flushed pink, his fluffy hair falling over his forehead as he neared his climax.

"Lois... Lois... I..." She knew he was close.

"Hold it in for me Clark. Just a few more strokes okay big guy? You're making me so tight." Her hands braced against his flexing abs, her ass slapping against his balls, the slick making the glide easier. Her pussy clenched around his cock with one final roll of her hips and she fell forward, right into his arms.

Clark kissed the top of her head, hissing through his teeth when his cock went from warm walls to a significantly cooler air and shot thick ropes of cum, which dripped down Lois's perfect, tiny ass. At least it was tiny in his hands. Which he never complained about because Lois was perfect to him.

Lois's body felt like jelly against Clark's sturdy pecks. She wanted to keep going but... "I can't feel my legs anymore."

"I hope that's a compliment." Clark ran his hands down to said sore legs, "May I offer you a relaxing massage, Miss Lane?"

"I'm still horny." At least she was gainfully blunt. She found she had to be with Clark, especially when it came to things like this cause he loved knowing what he did to her. "Hey Smallville, why won't you ever be on top? I mean... don't get me wrong, I like it but I don't have the stamina to ride you all night. You however," Lois reached behind her and wrapped her hand around Clark's hard as steel cock. At least what she could get her hand around. "can keep going."

Through his gasps Clark couldn't deny her claims. "Lois, I... I could... I mean you're so..."

Lois sat and leaned back to get a better grip on Clark's cock, and also push her breasts further out. Those always got Clark's attention. "So what Clark?" She taunted him, "Small? Most people are compared to you. And besides, haven't I proven I can take this whole thing?" She's rolled onto his cock many times, it looked challenging at first but Lois Lane never backed down from a challenge, no matter how big.

"No, no I didn't mean anything bad! I love you just the way you are Lois!" The confession still got them both blushing like teenagers, "I wanted to say fragile. You're a human Lois and if I hurt you I don't think I'd ever forgive myself."

"Oh Clark." She stopped stroking his cock and placed her hand on his chest instead, above his heart, feeling the fast heartbeat. She knew he could hear hers too, just as fast. "I trust you. You wouldn't hurt me. But I have thought of this, and I think I have something, just promise you'll let me explain first."

As she walked to her closet Clark heard her heartbeat speeding up, her nerves spiking rapidly. He recognized the green glow long before he felt his strength leave him. A Kryptonite shard.

"Please don't freak out! This is just for... sex. I... I figured you might be scared of letting loose so I saved this and I figured that as long as I don't touch you with it you'd be okay and then I-" Clark lifted her up in his arms and kissed her, the kiss deep but also slow. This confirmed something for Lois: even without his powers Clark was very strong. However this hug was a lot tighter then the ones she's used to from him.

"You turned my weakness into a sex toy. You, Lois Lane are brilliant." He scattered kisses all over her face, doing it with an exaggerated mwah!

"Not really. But when you're frustrated in the early hours of the morning and have a really strong alien boyfriend, a girl has to get creative." Lois dared not speak of some of the other ways she's thought off, many of which involved putting Clark in bondage.

Clark let out a soft laugh as he carried Lois back to the bed. He waited for her to place the Kryptonite at a safe distance, enough for the faint glow to bathe them both in a green light but not enough to hurt him. Lois relaxed back against her bed and didn't bother to close her legs, she wanted Clark to see how much this excited her. Who was she kidding, with his senses he could probably smell her arousal on her.

He nodded more at himself then at her, hyping himself up for this. "Okay."

Of course Lois could always tell how tall and broad Clark was but now it seemed a little jarring to her to see him using his body to spread her legs more. This should have been familiar territory, she rode him enough times, she knew his body needed space. She couldn't seem to shake the nerves of anticipation, so much so that her body jerked when she felt the broad tip of Clark's cock sink into her. "Ah!"

"Lois?! What is it? Are you okay?" Great. She was already ruining this. Clark pulled out and fisted his hand around his hard cock, the other hand running over her hip.

"I'm fine. It's like I just now realized how big you were." She looked from his face to his shoulders to his hands and yes, to his cock. "All of you."

"Uh... thanks? I think? You like that about me right?"

Lois bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from laughing, "Yes Smallville, I like it very much. Now don't you stop until you're all the way in got it?"

Clark nodded quickly and used his thighs to lift Lois's body a little. He could see everything, her pussy, her clit, her sticky thighs, her boobs, her flustered face. And finally... his cock sliding into her inch by broad, veiny inch. "Holy... mmn... ah, Lois." He gave a loud, pleasurable gasp as he bottomed out.

"You doing okay up there big guy?" She cupped his face in her hands, looking into his soft eyes.

"Mhm. Are you? You're the one who is uh..." Clark rolled his hips experimentally, keeping a close eyes on how Lois's mouth fell open, and the little moan that left her lips after. "Does that feel nice for you?"

Lois grinned from ear to ear and made her pussy pulse around his cock. "Better then that. Like I said I've... thought about these things a lot and... you're a dream come true Clark?"

He could feel the tips of his ears burning from her praising words. "Y-Yeah? What kind of things did you think about?"

"A lot." So many wet dreams. Too many to count. "I thought about us fucking on those stairs that one time. You'd hold me against the wall and keep me legs spread open." He did exactly that, his meaty hands pushing down on her legs, revealing even more of her, "Or you pushing me down with my ass up and mounting me."

"L-Lois... ah..." His hips snapped forward, pulling out until there was just the tip left in. He took a deep breath before going back in, trying to imagine and recreate the kind of fast pace from Lois's fantasies. "What else?"

"Being tag-teamed by you and Superman." Clark's mouth fell open in surprise, "Before I knew you were the same person. You were so gentle and I imagined he'd be... less so. I wanted you from behind, Superman at the front and-" She let out a yelp of surprise when two of his fingers pushed into her mouth, rubbing down on her tongue.

Clark groaned as he felt himself sink into the fantasy of being in two of Lois's holes at the same times. It was by far the filthiest thought he ever had. His other hand cupped her whole breast, just a bit of pressure there, not enough to hurt but enough to make Lois gasp from being pushed down. Every thrust made Lois's hips jolt upwards but she wanted more, deeper, harder.

One of her hands caressed Clark's arm, the other moved his hand from her breast to her neck. Clark complied immediately, Lois's lips closing around his fingers, now only breathing through her nose, "More. Please. Clark. Harder."

"Lois Lane. You're gonna ruin me." And by god, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed doing as she asked, pressing down on her, fucking her like she needed, being rough like she wanted him to be. His hips moved as hard as they could, his balls making wet slapping sounds, their sweaty skin smacking against each other. "Lois! I'm about to-"

She mouthed a breathy yes around his fingers and locked her legs around him, her eyes misty and filled with the desire to be filled in more ways then one. Who was Clark Kent, who was Superman, to deny such a beautiful request? He went over the edge first, hot splashes of cum painting her insides, his whole body coiled tight over hers in pleasure. His fingers made her choke on her moans but she didn't care, her body reacted fast, cunt squeegeeing around Clark's still twitching cock.

"Clark." Lois kissed the tips of his fingers like she would the tip of his cock. "Thank you. You did so well."

"Ahaha. I'm glad... that was new for me. I liked it." He slowly pulled out, gasping in surprise and horror when his cum spilled out, "Oh gosh! I-I'm sorry Lois! I'll clean it up!"

Lois tilted her head to the side innocently as she reached down to cup her pussy, "Clean what up Smallville?" She scooped some of his cum with her fingers and sucked them clean, making sure Clark saw all of it.

"Nutting. I mean nothing!" There was the cute Clark again, blushing and hiding his face behind his hands like a schoolgirl. Lois laughed and surged up to pull him on top of her. He was still heavy but not uncomfortable. "I'm happy I made you feel good."

"You did." She nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the smell of sweat and sex that clung to his skin. He was perfect, so fucking perfect, and she was so lucky to gave a big cute alien as a boyfriend.

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