#moots?

[sugar-coast]

[idontexistrightnow]

OBSESSED BF CLARK KENT

Some ideas that came to me while I finish one unfinished fic I have planned, ENJOY!

NSFW: yearning Clark/needy Clark/mentions eater Clark/unprotected s*x (WRAP IT UP)/words of praise/m receiving head/crying Clark/dry humping

NON DESCRIPTIVE FEM READER (no mentions of age)

Basically: Obsessed BF Clark ideas because I cannot stop thinking about him.

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Obsessed BF Clark who...

is definitely not listening to what you're saying, all he's doing is staring at your lips waiting to find the perfect opportunity to kiss them...

should definitely be paying attention to your concerns right now, but fuck- you look so kissable right now...

who snaps out of his thoughts when you ask if he's even listening, only to pin you to your wall as he closes in on you...

knows your heartbeat rises only for him...

knows the heat between your thighs is rising and he needs to fuck you dumb right now to make sure you're taken care of...

hovers above your lips until you're whining for him to kiss you already...

kisses you slowly, his hands teasing your entrance...

makes sure you're whining for him before he moves inside you...

makes sure can feel every inch of him as he slowly moves inside of you...

kisses you gently and then rails you till you're crying out for more...

makes sure you're taken care of after, and that you can still walk when he gets a little crazy...

misses you when you go out after work, sure seeing you all day is nice but a part of him wishes you didn't have a social life so he can always have you with him...

dry rubs himself as he smells your side of the bed, his cock straining in his pants because he doesn't want to cum if it's not inside you...

cries because he brings himself to the edge before stopping himself from cuming, he wants to save every drop for you...

sees you at work every day and finds all the perfect moments to see you alone...

asks you for help looking for a non extistent file just so he can get his hands on you...

lifts you on to his face as he eats you out in the back filing room, your hand over your mouth as he moves his tongue inside you...

makes your legs tremble as he tastes you when you cum on his face...

makes sure you can feel his boner for you when he turns you around, double checking no one is coming near as he lifts your skirt up...

holds his bicep to your throat as he spreads your legs, fucking you into the cabinets...

cums inside you, making sure to fill you up so you can feel him all day...

shyly puts himself away, apologising as you scold him for being so impatient at work after you've come back to your senses...

again, totally not listening to you when your lips look so lonely without his on them...

has superhearing and is definitely processing what you're saying, but maybe he just likes when you scold him...

kisses you as you melt into him, weak against his touch...

grabs your waist as you tremble back to your desk, making sure no one notices how weak he just made you...

gets hard at the thought of you leaking his cum all day...

races you home after work because the strain in his pants has been detrimental to him...

guides your hand to his boner through his pants so you can feel what you do to him...

carefully guides your mouth to his dripping cock as he watches you struggle to take him...

tells you that you are so pretty when you struggle breathe while he's in your mouth...

puts his hand gently on your head to get more of him in you...

cums inside your mouth as he pulls out before he gets in too deep...

carries you up to him so he can spread you again, making sure you know he's still hard for you...

uses your body as his personal cum sock as you whine for more when he lets himself into you, watching as you bounce on top of him...

makes sure you know he's thinking about you even when he's Superman, always making sure he lets the cameras know the love of his life is waiting for him at home...

has a wedding ring ready for you, he's had it since the moment he met you, but he wants to make sure you want this just as much as he does...

makes sure you know he will never let anyone harm you as he proposes to you one day after he takes you to see your favorite view...

knows you're his little hero secret and none of Superman's enemies will ever know you exist, because he knows he will do anything to make sure you stay safe...

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Yo I love you Clark Kent, wish he was real 😭, hope you all enjoyed! I have requests open in case anyone wants to request anything! YAY YAY YAY, SEE YOU ALL NEXT TIME!

[frillyfuntimechica]

My two cutiepiesss🥹

[pacifythes0ul]

"You're gonna do great."

// oneshot

pairing: re4r! leon x gender neutral! reader

summary: Leon meets your mom for the first time, a nervous mess. He eventually warms up and passes the 'good boyfriend' test, ending in your mom loving him.

warnings: none!

word count: 874

note: my first ever fanfic!! English isnt my first language so please forgive any grammar errors or anything like that, I wrote this at 2 am off of red bull💔

Leon had faced all kinds of messed up shit in the past—bioweapons, cultists, and things that didn’t even have names. So how come none of that compared to knocking on your mom’s front door?

He stood there for a moment longer than necessary, his hand hovering mid-air as he exhaled through his nose like he was preparing to massacre a whole room of zombies.

You gently took his hand, holding it reassuringly.

"Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Leon. She’s gonna love you, I promise.”

You gave him a soft, reassuring smile, your fingers still intertwined with his.

He sighed, squeezing your hand. “I just don’t want to say the wrong things, you know? I mean, what if, because I’m an agent, she thinks I’m some sort of danger to you… or a bad influence?”

You let out a small chuckle. “Baby… you’re gonna be fine. You’re the most charming man ever, and I’m sure my mom would 100% agree with me.”

You gently cupped his face and kissed him softly. You could feel Leon physically melt into your touch, his tension easing almost instantly.

When you pulled away, you looked up at him with a smile. “C’mon, let’s go before my mom thinks we died in a car crash or something.”

Leon chuckled, giving your hand one last squeeze before letting go to knock on the door, his other hand holding a bouquet of flowers for your mom.

After a couple seconds of Leon tidying himself up, the door swinged open.

“Hi, Mom!”

Your mom beamed, pulling you into a hug before her eyes landed on Leon. There was a split second—just a second—where she sized him up. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed nicer than usual but still unmistakably… Leon.

“And you must be Leon.”

He straightened slightly, offering a polite smile. “Yes, ma’am. It’s really nice to meet you.”

Oh no. The ma’am.

You winced.

But instead of reacting badly, your mom smiled wider. “Well, aren’t you sweet..."

"Oh and these are for you." Leon said, offering her the flowers.

Your mom's eyes brightened even more (if that was even possible), taking the flowers from him.

"Awh, these are absolutely adorable, thank you, Leon! Come on in!"

Leon took your hand in his again, he then shot you a subtle glance as he stepped inside, like Did I do okay? and you squeezed his hand in reassurance.

The house smelled amazing—warm, comforting, something simmering that made Leon’s stomach quietly remind him he hadn’t eaten all day.

“You can put your shoes there,” your mom said, gesturing. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Thank you,” Leon replied, carefully toeing off his shoes like he was entering sacred ground instead of just… your childhood home.

You leaned closer to him as you walked toward the dining room. “You’re doing great,” you murmured.

“I feel like I’m being evaluated,” he muttered back.

“You are.”

He exhaled through his nose. “Fantastic.”

Dinner started off surprisingly normal.

Your mom asked Leon about his job.

You held your breath.

“It’s… government work,” Leon said smoothly.

You nearly choked on your drink trying not to laugh.

“Government work?” your mom echoed, intrigued. “That sounds important.”

“It can be,” he said, modest but careful. “Mostly paperwork.”

That was so wildly untrue you had to kick him lightly under the table.

He didn’t react—just took a calm sip of water like he wasn’t actively lying through his teeth.

“Oh, I’m sure there’s more to it than that,” your mom said knowingly, giving him a look that said I see you.

Leon smiled politely, but there was a flicker of something softer there. “Maybe a little.”

Halfway through dinner, something shifted.

Maybe it was the way Leon complimented the food—earnestly, not just to be polite. Or how he offered to help clear the table without hesitation. Or the way he kept glancing at you, like he was making sure you were okay, like you were the center of his gravity even here.

Your mom noticed.

Of course she did.

“So,” she said casually, drying her hands as Leon stood beside her at the sink. “How long have you two been together?”

Leon paused just slightly before answering, like he wanted to get it right.

“A while,” he said. Then, softer, more certain: “Long enough to know I’m really lucky.”

Your heart did something embarrassing and dramatic in your chest.

Your mom looked at him—really looked at him this time—and whatever she saw seemed to settle something.

“Well,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips, “I can tell they're happy with you.”

Leon’s expression softened completely. “They deserve to be.”

You had to look away before you combusted on the spot.

Later, as you stood at the door saying goodbye, your mom pulled you into a quick hug.

“I like him,” she whispered.

Relief flooded you so fast it made you dizzy. “Yeah?”

“He’s a good one,” she said, giving you a knowing look. “Don’t mess it up.”

“Hey—!”

She just laughed and turned to Leon.

“It was lovely meeting you.”

“The pleasure was mine,” Leon said, warm and sincere.

And when the door closed behind you both, you turned to him with a grin.

“What did I tell you? She likes you.”

Leon let out a breath like he’d just completed a mission. “That was more stressful than anything I’ve done this week.”

You laughed, nudging his arm. “Oh please, you did great.”

He glanced down at you, a small, fond smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There was a quiet moment, soft and full.

Then—

“...You did call her ma’am, though.”

Leon groaned. “I panicked.”

[438-li]

[maximosbomzaras]

Another post cause why not

[evaluvz]

“tell me who you belong to”

contains: 18+!! handjob, smut, degradation(?), public sex, m!sunghoon x m!reader.

masterlist now playing

"You spilled my fucking drink," Sunghoon said, voice dangerously quiet as he stared at the dark stain spreading across his designer jeans. The club's neon lights flickered overhead, casting sharp shadows across his clenched jaw.

you smirked, swirling the remains of your cocktail lazily in its glass. "Oops," you said, not sounding sorry at all. "Guess you'll have to take them off."

Sunghoon's fingers twitched against his thigh, the damp denim clinging uncomfortably to his skin. The smirk on your face—that infuriating, cocky little smirk—was going to be the death of him.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, stepping closer until the toes of his shoes bumped yours. "You think this is funny?" he murmured, voice low enough that the bass from the speakers nearly swallowed it whole.

You tipped your head back to meet his gaze, the challenge bright in your eyes. "Kinda," you admitted, fingers toying with the rim of your glass. "You look cute when you're mad."

The words were barely out of your mouth before Sunghoon's hand shot out, snatching the drink from your grip and slamming it onto the nearest table. Liquid sloshed over the edge, but neither of you glanced at it.

Sunghoon’s fingers curled around your wrist, his grip tight enough to make you gasp, but not hard enough to bruise—yet. His other hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb pressing insistently against your bottom lip. "Cute?" he repeated, voice dripping with something darker than amusement. "You’re gonna regret that word."

You tried to jerk back, but he held firm, pulling you flush against him. The damp fabric of his jeans brushed your thigh, cool and sticky, but the heat radiating off his body was enough to make your skin prickle. "Let go," you demanded, though the way your voice cracked betrayed you.

He didn’t. Instead, he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. "You don’t get to give orders," he murmured. "Not after that little stunt." His teeth grazed your earlobe, sharp enough to make you shiver, and then he was dragging you through the crowd, ignoring your half-hearted protests.

The bass throbbed around you, the air thick with sweat and perfume, but all you could focus on was the iron grip steering you toward the club’s back hallway.

The moment the fire door swung shut behind you, muffling the music to a dull pulse, Sunghoon pinned you against the wall. One hand splayed across your chest, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt, while the other gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You’ve been pushing me all night," he said, voice rough. "Testing how far you can go. Well, congratulations—you found the line."

You swallowed hard, pulse hammering in your throat. "And what happens now?" you asked, tilting your chin up defiantly.

Sunghoon’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile, his fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp. “Now,” he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp, “you learn what happens to brats who can’t behave.” His thumb traced the line of your jaw, dragging down to press against the flutter of your pulse. “You’re going to apologize. Properly.”

You scoffed, but the sound caught in your throat when his knee slid between yours, pressing firm against the growing heat there. “Or what?” you challenged, though your voice wavered.

“Or,” he said, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of your ear, “I’ll make you.” His teeth grazed your earlobe—sharp, deliberate—before he pulled back to study your reaction. The dim hallway light caught the glint of something darker in his eyes, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

You opened your mouth to retort, but Sunghoon didn’t give you the chance. His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he yanked your head back. The sting was electric, and you arched instinctively, your breath hitching. “Sunghoon—”

“Ah-ah,” he tutted, his free hand slipping under your shirt to splay across your ribs. His palm was searing against your skin, and you shuddered at the contrast—his touch somehow gentle and merciless all at once. “You don’t get to say my name like that. Not until you’ve earned it.”

His fingers tightened in your hair, tilting your head back further until the cold wall bit into your scalp. You could feel the heat of his breath against your parted lips, the way his chest rose and fell just inches from yours—controlled, deliberate, like he was savoring the way your pulse rabbited under his touch. "You're shaking," he murmured, thumb brushing the frantic flutter at your throat. "Scared?"

You swallowed hard, forcing your voice steady. "Of you? Please." The words came out breathier than you'd intended, and Sunghoon's lips curled into a smirk.

"Mmm. That's what I thought." His hand slid lower, fingertips skimming down your sternum until they caught on the waistband of your pants. He paused there, hooking a finger just beneath the fabric, and your breath hitched. "You're *terrible* at lying," he added, voice dropping to a whisper. "Your body gives you away every time."

You opened your mouth to protest, but the words dissolved into a gasp as his knee pressed harder between your thighs, the rough denim dragging against the sensitive skin of your inner leg.

Sunghoon's eyes darkened at the sound, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to make your toes curl. "There it is," he breathed. "That's the noise I wanted." His free hand dipped lower, fingers tracing the outline of your cock through your pants, and you jerked against him, heat pooling low in your stomach.

"Fuck—" you choked out, hips bucking involuntarily.

Sunghoon’s laugh was low, dark, as his fingers tightened around the fabric of your pants, tugging just enough to make your breath stutter. “Not so mouthy now, are you?” he murmured, his thumb pressing in slow, deliberate circles over the growing heat beneath your zipper. You bit your lip hard enough to taste copper, but the whimper that escaped you was impossible to swallow down. His grin widened. “Good. Keep making those sounds for me.”

His other hand twisted tighter in your hair, tilting your head back until the exposed line of your throat was taut under the dim hallway light. His lips hovered just above your skin, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath but not close enough to touch—maddening. “You’re *so* fucking pretty like this,” he breathed, dragging his teeth along your pulse point without biting down. “All wound up and desperate because of me. Tell me—” His knee shifted higher, pressing insistently against your cock, and you gasped, hips jerking forward. “Tell me who you belong to.”

The words lodged in your throat, pride warring with the electric heat coiling in your gut. Sunghoon’s fingers tightened warningly in your hair, and you choked out a broken, “You—hng,*you*—” before his mouth crashed onto yours, swallowing the rest of your words. The kiss was brutal, all teeth and claiming pressure, and you melted into it, your hands finally finding purchase on his waist, dragging him closer.

He broke the kiss just as abruptly as he’d started it, panting slightly, his pupils blown wide. “Say it again,” he demanded, voice rough. His palm cupped you through your pants, squeezing just shy of too hard. “Say it like you mean it.”

“*Yours*,” you gasped, nails digging into his hips as he ground his hand against you. The friction was dizzying, the rough fabric of his jeans against your bare thighs a delicious contrast to the heat of his touch. “Always yours, you fucking—*ah*—*asshole*—”

Sunghoon’s laugh was a low, dangerous thing, vibrating against your lips before he pulled back just enough to watch you unravel. “Always mine,” he echoed, fingers tightening around the base of your throat—not choking, just *holding*, the way you’d seen him cradle a mic before a performance. Possessive. Precise.

You scoffed, but it dissolved into a whine when his free hand yanked your pants down just enough to wrap around your cock, his grip firm and unrelenting. “Fuck—*Sunghoon*—”

“Wrong,” he growled, twisting his wrist just enough to make your knees buckle. The wall dug into your spine as you arched into him, but he didn’t relent, his pace agonizingly slow. “Try again. *Properly*.”

You dug your nails into his shoulders, torn between shoving him away and dragging him closer. “I’m—*fuck*—I’m sorry,” you gasped, hips stuttering as his thumb swiped over the head of your cock, smearing precum down the shaft. “I’m sorry, I’m—*shit*—”

“For?” he prompted, his voice dripping with faux innocence as he slowed his strokes to a torturous crawl.

"For being a brat," you choked out, back arching as his thumb circled the sensitive underside of your cock. The words tumbled out in a rush, breathless and broken. "For—*fuck*—for spilling your drink, for—*ah*—pushing you—"

Sunghoon hummed, considering, his grip tightening just enough to make your vision blur. "Close enough," he conceded, though his hand didn't speed up—if anything, his strokes grew slower, more deliberate, his fingers slick with the mess he was wringing from you. "But you're not done yet." His free hand slid up your chest, fingertips brushing your throat before settling possessively over your pulse. "Tell me what you need."

You shuddered, hips jerking fruitlessly against his rhythm. "*You*," you gasped, nails scraping down his back as he leaned in, his breath hot against your parted lips. "Just you, please—"

"*Please*," he echoed, mocking, but his voice cracked on the word, betraying the same desperate edge that coiled in your gut. His forehead pressed against yours, his breaths ragged against your skin. "Say it like you mean it."

"I *mean* it," you hissed, dragging him closer until the damp fabric of his ruined jeans rubbed against your bare thighs. "Fucking *ruin* me already—"

Sunghoon’s breath hitched, his composure cracking for the first time all night. The raw need in your voice—the way your body arched into his touch—sent a jolt of heat straight to his gut. His fingers tightened around your cock, his grip just shy of punishing, and he watched with dark satisfaction as your eyelids fluttered, your lips parting around a silent gasp.

You whimpered, but the sound morphed into a choked moan as he dropped to his knees in one fluid motion, his free hand dragging your pants down your thighs.

The cold air of the hallway bit at your exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the searing heat of his mouth as he licked a slow, torturous stripe up your cock.

“p-please, n-ngh”

“Begging already?” he murmured, his breath hot against your wet skin. His tongue flicked over the head of your cock, teasing, and you nearly sobbed.

He pulled off with a filthy pop, his chin slick with spit, and your chest heaved. “You taste fucking *perfect*,” he growled, dragging his teeth along your inner thigh. You jerked, but his grip on your hips held you in place, his fingers digging into your skin.

You whined, your head thumping back against the wall. “You’re such a *dick*—”

Sunghoon’s laugh was dark, vibrating against your thigh as he pressed a biting kiss to the sensitive skin there. “And yet,” he murmured, his breath hot, “you’re the one shaking apart for me.”

His fingers twisted around your cock, his grip tightening just enough to make your vision blur. “You’re *mine*,” he repeated, the words a low growl against your skin. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

His mouth returned to you without warning, swallowing you down in one smooth motion, and your hips jerked forward instinctively. Sunghoon’s hands clamped down on your thighs, nails digging in as he hollowed his cheeks, the suction relentless.

He pulled off with a wet sound, his lips swollen and glistening. “You *can*,” he corrected, his thumb swiping over the head of your cock, spreading the mess you’d made. “And you *will*.”

You shuddered, your hips twitching helplessly as his hand resumed its slow, torturous strokes. Every nerve in your body was alight, your skin too tight, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

“fucking slut” The words sent a jolt through you, your stomach tightening dangerously. “Sunghoon—” you gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair. “*Please*—”

"*Now*," Sunghoon growled, his voice thick with command—and something darker, something desperate.

The word snapped through you like a live wire, and your hips jerked forward violently as the orgasm ripped through you, white-hot and blinding.

He pulled off with a satisfied hum, swiping his thumb over his swollen bottom lip as he surveyed his handiwork. You slumped against the wall, boneless and breathless, your chest heaving.

Sunghoon rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his own breath uneven, his pupils blown wide with residual hunger.

Sunghoon noticed immediately, his smirk returning full force as he cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

"Can't stand?" he teased, thumb brushing the tear tracks you hadn't realized had slipped free. "Pathetic." But there was no bite to the word—just a warmth that curled low in your gut, despite the aftershocks still wracking your body.

You tried to push off the wall, but your knees buckled instantly, and Sunghoon caught you with a laugh, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. "I *told* you," you muttered, though the effect was ruined by the way your voice cracked, still hoarse from crying out.

Sunghoon's grin softened at the edges, something unbearably fond flickering in his eyes before he schooled his expression back into its usual sharpness.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, adjusting his grip to scoop you up effortlessly, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your back.

You yelped, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck as he hoisted you against his chest. "Guess I'll just have to carry you home like the spoiled brat you are."

I got VERY bored and I yearn for the enha x male reader fics (even though im a woman💔) and im also ovulating😓