thank you to @lovee-potions for tagging me in your one year of superman post! here is some of my own fics in celebration of the superman film coming out a year ago!
clark kent pretending a horror film didn't scare him [fluff | 1.1k words]
clark tries to act brave for you by pretending he isn't scared by a horror film.
clark kent being very clingy and stubborn in the morning [fluff | 500+ words]
clark being clingy and trying to convince you that you guys shouldn't go into work and that you should instead snuggle.
i only started this account in may so i don't have too many superman fics yet but i have many coming! honestly my clark fics do the best alongside my dick grayson fics. clark is just such a sweetheart and i love him so much and i love the people that write for him and i've met so many people through a love for him and a love for dc in general.
i can't wait to write for him more and to make longer fics for him and i'd also just like to thank everyone who has followed me or liked or reposted or commented or just enjoyed my clark fics. it means the world to me and thank you so much for the support!
no pressure tags: @cumming4seb @stargazsblog @mayhemi + anyone else who writes for superman and sees this post and wants to join! (if you were tagged already, sorry! i'm late to this!)
Tags: pure fluff, legit fluffiest of all fluff, much cuddling, gentle!Clark, soft!clark
A/N: hi guysssš„¹š sorry I didn't upload anything in a while, I'm currently in the worst writers block ever and it doesn't seem to leave me anytime soonš so this is gonna be a series with just fake scenarios I make up about clark! Probably pure fluff and domestic moments since it's mostly for me but maybe some of y'all would also enjoy this:)
You wake up, needing a few seconds to collect yourself before the familiar blur turns slowly into your sharp vision, before you instinctively curl into Clark's side of the bed, only to be met with an empty bed, but the still slightly warm spot indicated that he wasn't gone for too long.
You squint, propping yourself up on your elbow and peek out of the half open bedroom door.
The view you were blessed with made you forget about your disappointment of waking up alone immediately.
He stood shirtless in front of the stove, the lighting melting over his muscles in just the right way, bicep flexed as he poured (what you assume to be) pancake batter into the pan.
You make your way over to the kitchen, rubbing drowsy over your eyes, one of Clark's shirts swallowing your small frame as you approach him, mumbling a soft "Morning babe."
He immediately turns around, eyes twinkling joyful before he bends down, pressing a short kiss to your forehead. "Awhh look who's finally up," his voice is still laced with sleepiness, "You were knocked out so bad, thought I could surprise you with breakfast."
You curl into his side while he finishes making each pancake. "Mhmm gosh, you're too good for me Clark."
He looks offended down to you, wraps his free arm around you and purrs out. "No, you deserve to be treated like a goddess, that's what I'm here for." He squeezes you tightly and moves his arm to hold the pan as far away from you as possible to flip the pancakeāto not hurt you by accident.
You stay curled into his side, not even noticing how fast the time passes and a how a large amount of pancakes is neatly stacked onto eachother on a plate, the faint smell of vanilla and butter filling the whole room in a familiar warm scent.
You and Clark sit down on the couch, devouring the pancakes together. You swing your legs over his, closing your eyes for a second at the comforting warmth seeping of off him, his free hand instinctively drapes over your shoulder, pulling you snug against him.
You both keep eating in comfortable silence, the tower of pancakes vanishing before you could even process it and you pull a face, pouting at Clark after chewing on the last bit of your pancake.
His expression softens, and he immediately offers you the half-eaten pancake in his hand. Your whole face lights up and Clark could swear his heart just stuttered. You move your face towards his hand with a cheeky grin and just eat the pancake out of his hand in big bites.
At first he just stared flabbergasted with big puppy eyes at you. The urge to squeeze your cheeks almost unbearable, you're too cute. Cheeks now looking chubby because of the gigantic pancake bites you took while you chew joyfully like a hamster.
He just keeps looking at you with that expression filled with so much love and adoration you fear you're gonna have a heart attack right on the spot.
So you push the empty plate aside, climb into his lap and press your face into his chest, and close your eyes. Just focusing on the feeling of the grounding warmth thats always radiating off him, and how the soft tissue of muscles feels beneath your cheek.
Clark instinctively wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer if that was even possible. His hand went to tenderly stroke the back of your head. You close your eyes and your hand curls into the fabric of his shirt as you almost drift back to sleep again.
Those domestic moments meant everything to youāto Clark aswell. There's something about two touch starved individuals who can't get enough of each other. There's something so deeply intimate about those tiny things, things every normal person would overlook. Lingering touches, lingering glances, limbs tangled up.
You love just snuggling into his chest and hearing his steady heartbeat. He had the advantage of being able to hear your heartbeat from miles away, wellāsuperman stuff.
But at least you had an excuse to always snuggle up to his chest, even though you didn't even need one.
Clark loves seeing you like that.
So at ease and soft.
Melting just the second your body touched his. Your body looking so small curled up against him, it truly was a sight.
Well there quite literally wasn't a chance you wouldn't look small compared to your beefy boyfriend, but that was cool.
You both continue to just sit snuggled up in that position, not either of you planning to move anytime soon.
Clark nuzzles his face in your soft hair, taking a deep breath, letting out a satisfied grunt before brushing your hair behind your ear and planting soft kisses all along your temple.
You draw lazy lines across his ribs and let out a relaxed breath, you could quite literally feel all the tension of the past few weeks melting right off of you, it feels incredible.
You didn't know how long you've been in that position, but at some point you felt Clark's arms (which were tightly wrapped around you a second ago), going completely lax and his head drops on your shoulder.
You hear him snoring softly, his breath feeling warm on your shoulder and you couldn't help but let out a squeaky "awwhh", your big boy was too cute for his own good.
But you didn't dare to move a muscle, to not wake him up, so this is how you spent the rest of your day.
A/n: Hey guys ik it's been a while;) this is legit just pure fluff with lots of cuddles! hope you enjoy<3 dedicated to those who have overwhelming days and just need the comfort of a gentle silver foxš
Work could get rough.
Maybe not as rough as the average shift at the emergency department, yet again, it could get rough.
You always felt guilty on the days where you came home filled with absolute dread and misery, but you always try to downplay it since you feel like you had no right to complain about your work while Jack doesāwell, what Jack does.
Saving countless of lives while running on caffeine and a inhuman amount of sleep, or better saidā lack of sleep.
Yet no matter how much you try to hide it, Jack always notices.
You step through the door, dropping your jacket on a chair that was standing nearby. You pull the door shut, shuffling your shoes off and then make your way over to the bedroom, trying to sneak past the bed containing a very hot yet very tired silver fox.
You weren't sure if he was sleeping so you tried to be extra quiet, not wanting to disturb the few hours of sleep he usually gets.
You slip quietly into sweats and one of Jack's shirts, just to see him turn around softlyāface looking groggyāopening the covers for you, stretching his arm outwardāmuscles bulging out in just the right yummy wayāto invite you into bed.
You immediately launch onto him with such a force he involuntarily lets out a loud huff before enveloping you in his warm arms.
"Tough day huh?" The low rumble of his voice is like music in your ears and you couldn't reply, just nod.
He squeezes you closer to his chest, glancing softly down to youāobserving.
You don't know what to do, feeling so vulnerable and bare under his gaze, and before you notice it your eyes start to sting, the tears bubbling up faster than you can process it and you blink frantically, in hopes not to start full on sobbing now.
Jack lowers his head, forehead nuzzling gently into your cheek, voice pitched down in that incredibly soft tone as if he was speaking to an startled animal or something, "Shh. It's okay let it out sweets."
You wrap your arms tightly around his huge frame, fingers curling around the thin fabric of his shirt, as if to reassure yourself he wouldn't just vanish into thin air or something.
You slide down slightly and nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes tightly shut and just breath him in.
His arms settle gently around you, one around your shoulders, the other around your waist, pulling you closer (if that's physically even possible). His fingers draw warm soothing patterns across your back which made you almost forget your frustration about work.
Around him everything was just so.. simple.
All the thoughts that usually make your head all dizzy just get quiet when he's around. You have nothing to worry about when you're here, in his arms, focusing on solely nothing but his heartbeat and steady breath.
You bury your head deeper into his neck, hands digging desperately into his back, but he never seems to mind.
He adjusts you so your thighs are snug against his, and Jack's hand goes up to your hair, slowly tousling through each strand with care. Your senses are drowning in him, his scent, what he feels like, and for onceāyour body goes limp in his arms..
A/n: Hey guys ik it's been a while;) this is legit just pure fluff with lots of cuddles! hope you enjoy<3 dedicated to those who have overwhelming days and just need the comfort of a gentle silver foxš
Work could get rough.
Maybe not as rough as the average shift at the emergency department, yet again, it could get rough.
You always felt guilty on the days where you came home filled with absolute dread and misery, but you always try to downplay it since you feel like you had no right to complain about your work while Jack doesāwell, what Jack does.
Saving countless of lives while running on caffeine and a inhuman amount of sleep, or better saidā lack of sleep.
Yet no matter how much you try to hide it, Jack always notices.
You step through the door, dropping your jacket on a chair that was standing nearby. You pull the door shut, shuffling your shoes off and then make your way over to the bedroom, trying to sneak past the bed containing a very hot yet very tired silver fox.
You weren't sure if he was sleeping so you tried to be extra quiet, not wanting to disturb the few hours of sleep he usually gets.
You slip quietly into sweats and one of Jack's shirts, just to see him turn around softlyāface looking groggyāopening the covers for you, stretching his arm outwardāmuscles bulging out in just the right yummy wayāto invite you into bed.
You immediately launch onto him with such a force he involuntarily lets out a loud huff before enveloping you in his warm arms.
"Tough day huh?" The low rumble of his voice is like music in your ears and you couldn't reply, just nod.
He squeezes you closer to his chest, glancing softly down to youāobserving.
You don't know what to do, feeling so vulnerable and bare under his gaze, and before you notice it your eyes start to sting, the tears bubbling up faster than you can process it and you blink frantically, in hopes not to start full on sobbing now.
Jack lowers his head, forehead nuzzling gently into your cheek, voice pitched down in that incredibly soft tone as if he was speaking to an startled animal or something, "Shh. It's okay let it out sweets."
You wrap your arms tightly around his huge frame, fingers curling around the thin fabric of his shirt, as if to reassure yourself he wouldn't just vanish into thin air or something.
You slide down slightly and nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes tightly shut and just breath him in.
His arms settle gently around you, one around your shoulders, the other around your waist, pulling you closer (if that's physically even possible). His fingers draw warm soothing patterns across your back which made you almost forget your frustration about work.
Around him everything was just so.. simple.
All the thoughts that usually make your head all dizzy just get quiet when he's around. You have nothing to worry about when you're here, in his arms, focusing on solely nothing but his heartbeat and steady breath.
You bury your head deeper into his neck, hands digging desperately into his back, but he never seems to mind.
He adjusts you so your thighs are snug against his, and Jack's hand goes up to your hair, slowly tousling through each strand with care. Your senses are drowning in him, his scent, what he feels like, and for onceāyour body goes limp in his arms..
guys I noticed I'm pressuring myself too much about how long my fics need to be and stuff so I finally decided to be free and post small for example smut or fluff scenarios I don't need like 1-2k words to be a valid writer
SO ILL TRY TO GET BACK INTO WRITING EVEN IF ITS NOT ALWAYS PERFECT, BUCKLE UP I HAVE A ABBOTT FIC FOR TONIGHT
So I still have an abbot draft it's just some goofy hardcore fluff but I'll look over it again and finish it so THERE MIGHT BE SOME ACTIVITY ON HERE SOON BUCKLE UP GUYS
NO ONE WILL SEE THIS BUT I TALKED ABOUT THAT DILF IM MADLY IN LOVE WITH SEE HERE:
@i-like-knives-n-stuff (I'll just tag you since you seemed very invested into this story)
Yap sesh prior this
Okay so I've been to the concert with my friend, her sis and her fine ass dad and it was SO awesome and life changing.
(over analyzing details now)
After the concert he asked me how it went since he knew it was my first concert and it was too loud for him to hear me so HE PULLED ME CLOSE AND I YELLED INTO HIS EAR HOW AMAZING IT WAS AND HE JUST KEPT HOLDING ONTO ME FOR A FEW SECONDS
Shortly after some staff wanted to get through and he pulled me aside, daddy style and I just stood there closely pressed against him for idk nanoseconds.
I KNOW HES NOT INTO ME BUR WE KEPT MAKING UP EYE CONTACT SO OFTEN AND SMILE AT EACH OTHER
The drive home was quiet since we all slept while he was driving and he brought the girls home because me and him live closer together so when we were alone in the car (idk which demons possessed me) I opened up about how sorry I was for being so awkward and shy but had the best time ever and we had a tiny deep talk and he was encouraging me and reassuring me and being just so daddy I want to cry.
He then walked me to my doorsteps and I was about to say goodbye AND THEN HE WAS LIKE "cmere" and pulled me into his arms (snuggled into his soft chest for solid two seconds before letting go and grinning shyly as we waved our goodbyes)
20 mins after he texted me (have him added on insta) and said something like he hopes I made many special memories and it was nice that I was with them we then talked shortly and he sent me the pics and then I was left yearning for a week
TODAY I WAS CLOSE TO SENDING HIM A REEL TO TRY TO REACH OUT AJD WAS CONTEMPLATING THE WHOLE TIME AND WHAT ARE THE ODDS, BUT OUT OF NOWHERE HE SENT ME A REEL (low-key boring history boomer reel) but I said something like "omg I didn't know that, that's crazy" and yes I'm very delusional but like I CANT BELIEVE HE REACHED OUT KINDA?!!!
ā¤· word count; 200? (idk but it's just a few hcs)
a/n; you actually canāt tell me popes not neurodivergent so him and neurodivergent!reader would be perfect bc they understand each other
you have your utensils spit in the drawers. two, four-fork high, stacks of forks, one stack has bigger forks while the other is smaller. you like eating with small forks and pope likes using big forks. so, like any other normal couple you have two types of forks for your two types on liking.
you love some silent time. you both understand how taxing it is to be social, even sometimes with each other. you guys find yourself having a lot of silent time, sat on opposite sides of the couch while you read and pope cleans one of his guns.
maybe you have separate rooms. you guys donāt have the same ideas when it comes to the way you like things, you have your things and you need your own space, same with pope. you loved the idea of having to see the way pope decorated his room verses how you would, it was nice that you both respected that time and space alone, is needed and itās what makes your relationship so healthy. you agreed you guys would spend a few nights out of the week in your own rooms which only lasted a week because you find yourself sneaking into pope's room every night, heās too warm to pass up.
he knows when itās time to go home. you can both get a little irritated and stand off-ish when youāve been in an overwhelming social situation for too long. the second your leg bounces, you start tapping your finger, or rocking a little he knows itās time to leave. he can feel your energy shift, and he has no problem leaving whenever because your social batteries are pretty in sync.
he knows all your safe foods, he cooks them for you all the time. the second you tell him thereās a food you donāt like he practically forgets it ever exists because he never brings it up again. he knows what itās like to not find the food in front of you appetizing, so he tries his best to avoid you feeling like that.
he knows what fabrics you hate and he avoids wearing them. itās something you bonded over because you both disliked a lot of the same fabrics.
popes pretty quiet so he loves when you talk about your special interests to him. heās a great listener, especially when it comes to you, so he loves nothing more than listening you ramble on about the things you love. he knows how much it means to you and he doesnāt just hear you, he really listens so he takes interest in your interests. he's even taken the time to do research of his own so he can tell you things heās learned and indulge in whatever it is you like best.
pope is very protective of you, in many ways. if your safety is put at risk in any way, heād do anything to protect you, really, anything. even if itās something less life threatening, like you being overwhelmed. heās doing anything he can to calm you down and get you to a point where you can regulate yourself.
heās huge on consent. he grew up without being asked for his consent often so heās always double checking if whatās heās doing is alright with you. he also knows how you need to know when physical touch is about to happen sometimes which is why heās grown accustomed to it.
Jack Abbot eats you out while youāre sitting on the bed in your hair rollersā¦ 18+ ONLY MASTERLIST
āHi honey, Iām home,ā Jack said as he pushed the door to your bedroom open.
You were perched against the head board in your robe. Your legs were crossed comfortable as you rubbed the lotion into them.
āHi babe,ā you said without looking up, āreservation isnāt until 8:30, so you have plenty of time.ā
Your hair was in big rollers, a few loose strands falling over your forehead, you hadnāt gotten to your makeup yet, wanting to deal with your hair first.
āYou want to make it to dinner?ā He asked from the foot of the bed.
You cocked your head at him, finally looking up. You rubbed the extra lotion into your hands. āWhy wouldnāt I want to? Itās our anniversary?ā
He smirked, āI walk in to you all dolled up on the bed, basically waiting for me, you trying to kill me?ā
You scoffed, a grin forming on your face.
He reached his hand out and grabbed your ankles, gently but firmly tugging you towards the edge of the bed in one swift movement.
God he was so strong. His biceps flexed against his scrub sleeves and it always went right to your core.
He was standing between your legs now.
āSince we have plenty of timeā¦ā he said quietly, dropping to his knees. He put your thighs on his shoulders, kissing the inside of each of your thighs lightly.
He wasted no time, āneed you to be quick, so we can make that reservation.ā
He wasted no time in diving his tongue into your core, already wet and needy for him.
You moaned at the sensation, thanking yourself for not putting anything on under your robe after your shower earlier.
āGod Jack,ā you whined. Your fingers carded through his curly hair, your other hand behind you, holding you off the bed.
He flattened his tongue and moved from your clit all the way down, repeating it over and over, driving you insane.
He worked harder with his tongue over your clit. Then, he slipped a finger inside, he groaned against you feeling how wet you were.
āOhgodohgodohgodā you moaned as strings of curses and nonsense left your mouth at the uncontrollable, blissful pleasure crawling up your entire body.
Your moans grew louder and more desperate as his curved his finger driving you insane. Your arched your back and your thighs began to tremble. āJack, baby, god, if you keep doing that Iām gonna-ā before you could finish he slipped another finger inside of you causing you to moan loudly.
The coil in your ur stomach was wound so tight you thought you were going to explode.
āIām cumming Iām cumming,ā you whined as he picked up his pace with both his fingers and his tongue.
Your orgasm came over you like a wave and you clenched around his fingers as he worked them in out of you hard and fast. He kept the rhythm with his tongue as he moaned over you, sending vibrations through your body.
You screamed his name as your back arched and you pulled his hair so tightly your sure it hurt his scalp, grasping at anything you could. You came undone right into his mouth.
You were panting as you came down from your high. He looked up and began kissing the inside of your thighs with a smirk on his face.
āPerfect,ā he said as he stood up to face you, ānow that Iāve had my appetizer, I can shower and get ready for dinner.ā
He kissed your lips deeply, while you still got your bearings, unable to speak. He turned and made his way to the shower, still wearing that smirk on his face.
Oh boy was going to get it once you got home from that restaurant.
@cumming4seb this is dedicated to you since you asked for Pope Cody or Jack abbot smut- hereās your Jack Abbot piece!
heās cooking in the kitchen, and he offers you a piece in between his index, middle and thumb. you take the piece, nodding and smiling at the taste. āgood?ā he asks, looking down at his fingers coated in juice, clearly unsure of what he would do with the mess heād just made. āmhmā you hum, swallowing, and glancing at his fingers.
he was about to turn to the sink to rinse his hand when you took a step forward, putting his index and pointer in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the pad of each finger. his eyes trail from your eyes to your mouth, watching as you take in the second knuckle. you flatten your tongue against the bottom of his finger, taking in his fingers to the base, careful to keep as much eye contact as you can bare.
jack seems to stop in his tracks, the steak still sizzling on the pan behind him, knuckles turning white around the tongs still in his other hand. you pull from his fingers to take his thumb with a smirk, suckling on all the juices left on his digit, his thumb heavy on your tongue.Ā
pulling from his fingers again, leaving a string of spit connecting your bottom lip and his thumb, you press a chaste kiss to his palm and smile with faux innocence. āIāll be in the living room, call me when dinner's done.ā you turn and walk out the kitchen, like you didnāt just set him off.
