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Me because I just saw the new superman and it inspired me to write for the first time in months <33

Clark Kent (2025) x Reader Imagines

Clark Kent who knows how hard being in a superhero relationship is on both of you.

Clark Kent who leaves sweet little messages around the house every time he can.

Clark Kent who one day leaves a special note by the door one night ‘meet me on the rooftop’.

Clark Kent who spent hours setting up the perfect scene without even knowing when you would show up.

Clark Kent who waits on one knee for longer than he’d like to admit just so you’d have the perfect view when you finally showed up.

Clark Kent who kisses the tears off your face as you ugly-sob your way through a yes.

Clark Kent who takes you to as many work parties and galas as he can so he can focus on his first and second favorite things (you and work).

Clark Kent who gets visibly brighter and excited when he gets to introduce you to people, “I don’t believe you’ve had the chance to meet my lovely fiancé yet have you?”

Clark Kent who turns bright red every time you tease him when no one’s looking until you decide he’s had enough and drag him off somewhere secluded.

Clark Kent who whimpers at the pressure around his neck as you wrap his tie around your knuckles and pull him down to your eye level.

Clark Kent whose eyes roll back a little when you whisper everything that’s going to happen when you get home.

Clark Kent who has to try very hard to hide a ‘little’ problem for the next few hours.

Clark Kent who spends the rest of the night repeating a string of “I love you”s intermingled with chants of your name.

Clark Kent who I would love to bend over a table right now ❤️❤️❤️

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WIP Masterlist

Distracted Sex - tasm!peter parker x reader

Dirty Talk - viktor x reader

Breathless - viktor x reader

Just a Taste - tasm!peter parker x reader

Body Swap - tasm!peter parker x reader

Formal Wear - logan howlett x reader

Incentives - viktor x reader

Restraints (Body Swap pt 2) - tasm!peter x reader

Pantyhose (Formal Wear pt 2) - logan howlett x reader

Tease - viktor x reader

In Heat - logan howlett x reader

Orgasm Denial - tasm!peter parker x reader

Hazardous Entanglement - viktor x reader

Reward (Cunnilingus pt 2) - tasm!peter x reader

Plan B - logan howlett x reader ft. wade

Sex Toys - tasm!peter parker x reader

Praise Kink - viktor x reader

Red - logan howlett x reader

Mirror Sex - viktor x reader

One Last Chance - logan howlett x reader

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Clark Kent: bottom, top or switch? discuss

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Logan Howlett fic recs

a/n: i will be updating this as i read sooo,…. it’ll fill up fast.

kinktober day 1 - @slushycoookie

Practice - @selfcarecap

Old Man - @rqnarok

Love Game - @gothgoblinbabe

i don’t know why i bite - @not-neverland06

Manipulative bestfriend!logan with a corruption kink @selfcarecap

You can use my skin to bury secrets in - @joelsgoldrush

by the end of the night - @flowersforbucky

Intoxicating Desire - @bleached-blossoms

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Drunk Dials and Mistletoe

a/n: This is based of a wolverine chatbot by @/woiverine on c.ai, however it’s so far removed from the origional chat that it hardly counts.

Warnings: none

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The cold night air hit as Logan left the bar, cutting through his thoughts. A surge of longing pushed him toward the rusty pay phone.

He took a deep breath and dialed the number engraved in his memory like initials on a tree all those years ago, the anticipation building with each ring. As the connection clicked, memories of you, his ex, flooded back. Hesitating only slightly, Logan finally spoke, his gravelly voice carrying a hint of vulnerability, "It's Logan. I know it's late, bub, but I needed to hear your voice."

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The ringing of the phone on your bedside table startles you awake. You look at the faintly glowing screen ready to absolutely chew out whoever dared to call you this fucking early, only to find an unknown number scrolling across the top of your phone. A brief thought pops into your mind. What if it’s…… No. He couldn’t have found you, why would he even bother. You hesitantly pick up the receiver and answer the call just before the last ring.

“Hello?” You say lowly.

“Hey sweetheart, sorry fer callin’ so late.” Logan near whispers. Honestly, just the fact that you even picked up the call caught him off guard, he’s more shocked that you didn’t hang up as soon as you heard his voice.

A jolt of alertness goes through you at the unexpected voice……. Logan’s voice, on the other end of the line.

A long sigh floats through the phone, reminding you that you haven’t responded.

“Logan? Why….. why on earth are you calling me? Do you know what time it is??”

His words slur faintly. Damn, he must’ve been drinking hard if he hadn’t already metabolized the alcohol. As if to answer your question, loud glass clinking can be heard over the phone.

“Yeah Doll, I know. Just…… just needed to hear yer voice.” He says lowly, vulnerability staining the edges of his low voice.

The pet name coming from him sends an ache through my heart…. how long has it been since he called me that? After everything that happened…. why do you still want to hear him say your name?

“Ah, well…… you’ve heard it now.” You wince at the crack in your voice. As you think over what to say next, your tongue flicks out to wet your dry lips.

“Uh, where are you? I didn’t recognize the number you’re calling from.”

Logan leaned against the cold plastic wall of the pay phone, the cold surface grounding him. Hearing the nervous tremble in your voice, he silently cursed himself.

"Somewhere in the city..," he mutters, omitting his current location, as well as how close it is to….. well, you.. He knew you'd worry if he told you he was at a bar, drowning his thoughts in alcohol.

His thumb traced the scars on his knuckles as he spoke, a habit whenever he was nervous. "Just…. a park or somethin’ Doll, don’t worry about it..." The words stick in his throat. How can he tell you to not worry when that’s all he knows how to do? Filthy hypocrite.

I let loose a small, tired laugh, before cursing myself. I shouldn’t even be talking to him right now, let alone laughing at his obvious lie.

“Bullshit Lo, you’re at a bar aren’t you.” I suck in a deep breath. “For real, where are you, do you need me to come get you or something?” I say, letting a hint of kindness creep into my voice.

He hated how vulnerable he felt, how desperately he wanted you by his side. He couldn't let you see him like this, whiskey-soaked and wallowing in self pity. He'd rather be alone than ruin the image you had of him*. "Nah, I'm okay, doll. Just..." he paused again, his voice trailing off.

I suppress a yawn and speak again. “Just?…..” Just what? He always did have a bad habit of not saying what he needed, if you wanted him to talk to you, you always had to pry until he gave in. The fact that he’s calling so vulnerably right now? That is what worries you.

“What do you need Lo?” You say gently.

What did he need? Fuck, he just needed you, but how could he say that.

After a couple beats of silence you sigh. “Will you at least let me know where you really are? Otherwise I’m going to keep myself up all night worrying.”

How could he handle seeing you again after so long? Logan let out a resigned curse and gritted out an answer. "Bar down by the river. You know the one. But you really don’t need to come, I just…" He trails off, not quite sure how to finish the sentence.

You sigh into the receiver. “It’s alright, we don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want to.” You look again at the clock, realizing the time. “Shit it really is late.”

Logan scoffs, “You’re telling’ me.” he cups his hands by his mouth, blowing into them to try and warm up and he chuckles.

Your mind races. The Thirsty Dragon is going to close soon, and Logan isn’t going to ask for help. The only way you can think of to stop Logan from driving drunk is to go there, but he’d probably try and stop you if you told him you were coming.

“Hey Logan? i have to go, i’m really sorry.” You say, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pull on a jacket to help fight the chill night air. “We’ll talk later, yeah?”

He murmurs his assent and you hang up the phone, heading out the door and starting down the couple of blocks to The Thirsty Dragon….. and Logan.

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If you enjoyed this fic please take a moment to rb and comment! also not betaed, it’s 12:30 am and i’m not worried about it ;p

taglist: @1234cutecute @angelic-sturniolos111 @slushycoookie

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Drunk Dials and Mistletoe Masterlist

Reader is a 35 year old cis woman and has a child named Elliot resulting from her past relationship with Logan. You have mild emotional manipulation powers. Reader has a really heavy backstory so please please please be careful of the media you consume. Warning will be tagged by chapter so please read them!

Overall warnings include (but not limited to):

- Discussions of pregnancy (non-graphic)

- References to sex trafficking and abusive relationships (reader backstory)

- smut

- Chapter 1 ☂️

wk: ~1000

You get a call from your ex….. he doesn’t sound like he’s doing too well.

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Viktor Fic Recs

a theory - @gaybybirth

academic rivals - @ihopeinevergetsoberr

Pretty Little Thing - @spatialwave

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You look so Good in Blue

Logan Howlett x Reader drabble

wk: 114

a/n: mdni please <3 no actually smut but it is implied.

The door rattles, signaling your boyfriend's return home after a long day at work.

He calls out a hello, only to be met with a silent house. Logan’s brows furrow in confusion, it’s late, but not late enough for you to be sleeping. Usually when he came home around this time you would be curled up reading or watching a show.

He slips off his shoes at the door and walks to the bedroom to check if you’re asleep. As the door creaks open he freezes. His eyes run over your barely clothed form on the bed.

Leaning against the doorway he groans, eyes flashing with desire. “God, you look so good in blue.”