𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

a hand falls to the top of the alien’s head and shoving him to the floor below. towering over him, drunk with power as he lifts a sneaker up to press down on his chest, keeping him pinned to the ground. yeah? is that what you were sent here for? to worship some hot humans?

rubbing his bicep back & forth against his willing mouth, forcing him to kiss along the peak of his bicep. that’s right. worshiping humans is what you alien sluts were made for.

bringing his bicep right up against clark’s face, muscle taut against his features as his other hand falls into the back of his hair & holds him there. what do you think, supes? seem like i work out?

look, you don’t have to be shy about it. i won’t tell anyone. grinning and flexing an arm for him.

even if that is the case, you’ve definitely fingered that super-pussy while watching me save lives on TV. i know a fan when i see one.

come on, you can be honest. you’ve got this poster up & you stare at it every night.

does he like what he sees?

— your crush has this poster of me up in their room. ( 👑 )