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Late Night
Pairing: Clark Kent x fem! ReaderÂ
Genre: Smut, gentle and romantic
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: Your friendly neighbor Clark Kent comes to your door one evening, allowing for the two of you to finally grow your relationship.
Warnings: This is not proofread what so ever, gentle/sort of shy Clark, unprotected sex, oral fem receiving, p in v sex.Â
a/n: Idk rn but I genuinely can't wait for David Corenswet to be Superman (Henry Cavill is so hot tho...). Iâm already imagining how perfect he's gonna be as Clark Kent. As always, send me any requests you have and I hope you enjoy!
For months now, you had been quietly pining for the man who lived across the hall from me in our unassuming apartment building. His name was Clark Kent, and there was something about him that was utterly endearing. It wasn't just his chiseled jawline or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, but the kindness he exuded, the way he always had a helping hand ready for anyone in need.Â
You had become something like friends, sharing the occasional awkward small talk as we passed by with our shopping bags or recyclables. You had seen him in various stages of undress, coming back from his midnight runs, his superhero-like physique hidden under loose-fitting t-shirts and sweatpants.Â
Something that had fueled your evening pleasure sessions, everytime your eyes fell closed you could remember the image of his hardened abs, his huge and muscular arms.Â
On a warm summer evening, there was a knock at your door. It was Clark, the guy from across the hall. He stood there sheepishly, his hand running through his black hair.Â
He wore a white shirt that was unbuttoned and messy. He held a bottle of wine in one hand. "Hey", he said. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I was wondering if I could get a favor?"
âSure whatâs up?â you give him a small smile, your eyes fall on his exposed chest before quickly flicking back to his face. His heart rate increased as he realized that you could see through the thin fabric of his shirt the toned muscles of his chest covered in a light layer of hair.
He cleared his throat, composing himself, holding up the bottle of wine. "I, umm, I was wondering if I could borrow your corkscrew. I lost mine."
âYeah, of course. Come on in.â you move to the side, allowing him to come in. Your mind clouding with desire as he towers over you, his cologne filling your senses.Â
He steps into your apartment, the tight space meaning his body brushes against yours slightly as he passes. The contact between you both is brief, but it's enough to send a shiver down his spine as he enters.
Your cheeks flush slightly as you realize your own appearance, wearing just a button down top that is unbuttoned enough for him to see your cleavage and your underwear. You awkwardly lead him to the kitchen, arm subconsciously moving to cover your breasts as you turn around, handing him the corkscrew.Â
"Uh, thanks." He says as he takes the corkscrew from you. Even with your arm draped over yourself, he can't help but notice the glimpse of exposed skin, his eyes lingering before he catches himself and averts his gaze, forcing himself to stay focused on the task at hand.
He starts to open up the bottle, the action allowing him to look away from your figure for a moment and compose himself, his hands shaking slightly as he tries to concentrate.Â
Your hand reaches out, fingers brushing over his. âOh yeah this thing is weird, you kinda have to do it a particular way.â you murmur, taking the bottle from him as you fumble with the screw.Â
He bites his lip as your fingers brush over his, his stomach swirling at the touch of your hand. He watches as you take the bottle from him, his eyes fixated on your every movement as you try to open the bottle.
"Thanks," he mutters, his voice low and a bit shaky. His eyes wander down, his gaze drawn to the way your top fits, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of your cleavage.Â
âMhm,â you reply as you pull the cork out, a small splash of wine staining your collar. You bite down on your lip while setting the bottle down, fingers rubbing the fabric. His eyes widen slightly as he watches the droplet of wine slide down your collar, the stains on the fabric making it even more translucent.Â
Clark swallows hard, his mind wandering to inappropriate and ungentlemanly thoughts. He clears his throat, trying to look away, but he can't help but notice the way your fingers are now rubbing at the fabric, the motion only drawing his attention further to your chest.
You glance over him, hand falling from your shirt as you give him a soft grin, noticing the way his gaze lingers.Â
His gaze flicks up to meet yours, his cheeks flushed. He realizes he's been caught staring, his eyes having been fixated on the way your hand moves over the fabric of your shirt, the motion stirring something deep within him.
"I, umm..." he stutters, his words failing him as he feels his throat dry up. He swallows slowly, forcing himself to focus on something else. "Thanks, for helping me open the bottle," he manages to say. He shifts on his feet, trying to discreetly adjust himself as he feels his jeans becoming a bit tighter.
âOf course, do you want to share the bottle? Or do you have someone waiting for you?â you move slightly closer to him.Â
His heart quickens as you come closer, his mouth going dry as your proximity makes it all that much more difficult to concentrate. He glances down at the bottle sitting on the counter, his mind racing with desire and indecision.
"No," he says, his voice low and a bit huskier than usual. "There's no one waiting for me." He looks back up at you, his eyes locking with yours, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of nervousness and something more forbidden. "I'd like to share the bottle with you."
âPerfect.â You smile, stepping closer as you reach for the cabinet behind him, your chest pressing into his ever so slightly. You open the door, reaching for two glasses ââhis breath hitches as he feels your body press against him, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through him.Â
Your chest rubs against his, and he can feel the weight and softness of you against his body. The proximity is driving him mad, his mind clouded by primal desires he's trying to keep in check.
He bites his lip, his knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the counter, trying to maintain his composure. His eyes flutter shut for a moment before he opens them again, his gaze fixed on your every move.
You step back, with the glasses in hand. âWe could watch a movie?â you prompt as you pour some wine into the cups, silently enjoying the way he reacted to your touch.Â
He nods, his mind still racing as he tries to calm his racing thoughts and the growing hardness in his pants. "Yeah, a movie sounds good," he mutters, his voice coming out a bit more hoarse than he'd liked.
As you pour the wine, his eyes follow your every move, the way your fingers grip the bottle, the way the liquid flows into the glasses. It's all too tantalizing for him. "What do you feel like watching?" He asks, trying to keep his voice level and casual.
âHow about you choose?â you hand him a glass, taking yours in hand along with the bottle as you walk into the living room. Taking a seat down on the couch you sip on the wine, your eyes follow his every move, drinking in his muscular form.Â
He tries to stay composed, forcing himself to look away and focus on the task at hand. Clark walks over to the DVD collection and scans the titles, his mind unfocused and his thoughts still lingering on you. After a moment of browsing, he picks a movie at random, inserting it into the player.
"All set." He says, returning to the couch and taking a seat beside you. You pull at the hem of your shirt, trying to prevent it from riding up too much while taking another sip of your drink.Â
âGreat.â you smile, sucking your lip between your teeth as you admire his side profile. He can't help but notice the way you fidget with your shirt, the action drawing his mind to places he shouldn't be going at the moment.Â
He struggles to keep his eyes focused on the screen, his gaze keeping wandering over to you, admiring your features and the way the fabric clings to your body. Clark takes a long sip from his glass, the alcohol doing little to calm his racing thoughts and desires. He shifts in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself as his jeans grow even tighter.
âIs everything alright?â you notice his movements and set your cup on the coffee table, scooting slightly closer to him. His eyes widen slightly as you move closer, the proximity sending a fresh wave of desire through him. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry.
"Yeah," he responds, his voice a little hoarse. "Everything's fine, just...adjusting." He glances over at you, his gaze lingering on your figure, his eyes tracing over the curves where your shirt clings to you, the way your position inadvertently exposes more skin.
âClark?â your knee brushes against his thigh as you scoot closer. He stiffens as your knee brushes against him, the casual touch sending a jolt through him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as he tries to maintain his composure.
When he hears his name, the way you say it, so soft and gentle, almost a whisper, it sends a shiver down his spine. He looks over at you, his eyes locking with yours, his gaze intense and filled with desire. "Yeah?" He manages to respond, his voice a bit shaky.
âAre you.. seeing anyone?â you chew on your cheek as you search his eyes. At your question, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty crosses his face. He holds your gaze, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity.
"No," he says finally, his voice steady and sincere. "I'm not seeing anyone." He swallows, his nerves getting the better of him as he wonders where this conversation is going. He can't help but feel a flicker of hope and anxiety at the same time.
Your eyes light up as you press a hand to his thigh, âThen⊠well I hope iâm not misreading the situation,â you murmur, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. It's unexpected, but oh so welcome.Â
His eyes widen for a brief moment, before closing as he melts into the kiss. Every cell in his body seems to come alive, the taste of your lips on his sending him into a dizzying spiral of emotions.
His hand comes up to cup your jaw, his touch gentle as he leans into the kiss, deepening it as he loses himself in the moment. His tongue brushes over your bottom lip as he presses his chest against yours, pushing your back into the plush fabric of your couch.Â
Your bodies meld together, your back sinking into the cushion as he bears down on you. His tongue teases your lip, requesting entry which you give him without hesitation.
His heart races as he feels the soft give of your body against his chest, the heat and pressure of your bodies mingling together.
His hand runs over your side, his touch gentle but firm as it moves over the curves of your body, his hand sneaking under the fabric of your shirt, needing to feel your skin against his. You lean back, gasping for air as his fingers explore your body.Â
He takes your gasp as an opportunity to trail his lips along your jaw, his breath hot against your skin as he nips and kisses his way down your neck.
His hand moves under your shirt, slowly, his fingertips dancing across your bare skin, mapping out each contour and dip of your body. He groans softly against your throat as he feels your warm, supple flesh under his fingers. You feel so good against him, it's almost overwhelming.
âClark..â you gasp his name as he unbuttons your shirt swiftly. He loves the way you say his name, the sound of it coming from your lips making his own name sound like a prayer.
He unfastens the buttons of your shirt, revealing more and more of your body to his hungry eyes. He peels back the fabric, his hands roaming over your now-exposed skin, his fingers tracing over your stomach and up to your chest.
He presses his mouth to your collarbone, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin, tasting your scent, committing it to memory. âClark..â you moan his name again, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he kisses down your chest, hands landing on your breasts.Â
His name slips from your lips again, the sound like a sweet melody in his ears. He can feel the pressure of your fingers on his shoulders, the touch driving his desire even higher.
His mouth travels down your chest, his kisses feather light and seductive as he moves over your breasts. His hands follow his mouth, palms cupping your breasts as he starts to massage the soft flesh.
He moans against your skin, his touch almost reverent. His body thrums with an aching need, the desire to be closer to you nearly overwhelming as he captures your lips in another hungry kiss. He cups your breasts in his hands, his fingers kneading the supple flesh as they press into your skin. His touch is soft but firm, his hands large enough to cover them completely
Clark pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss but keeping his eyes locked with yours. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving with anticipation. He can feel your heart racing beneath his palms as he gently caresses your breasts. "Are you sure about this?" He whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I don't want to rush you." His eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
You smile up at him, placing a soft hand on his cheek. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you reply, your voice barely above a murmur. The sincerity in your tone sends a thrill through him, confirming that this is what you both want.
He nods, his expression serious as he leans back down to kiss you again. This time, the kiss is slower, more deliberate. He savors the taste of you, the feel of your body pressed against his. His hand slides up to the back of your neck, cradling it as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue.
As the kiss lingers, he slowly starts to unbutton the rest of your shirt, taking his time to reveal each new inch of your skin. His eyes never leave yours, watching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. You melt into him, your own hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as the fabric of your shirt falls away.
The moment your skin is fully exposed, the air in the room seems to crackle with tension. He leans down to press a line of soft, wet kisses along your collarbone, feeling your body shiver beneath his touch. He takes a moment to just look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
Your cheeks flush with pleasure as he says the words, his eyes devouring your exposed flesh. He takes his time, kissing and caressing every inch of your body, his hands moving in a slow, tantalizing dance that leaves you trembling with need. Each touch is a promise of what's to come, each kiss a declaration of his desire for you.
The room is filled with the sound of your mingled breaths and the soft whispers of your names on each other's lips. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but you both know that the slow burn of this moment is only making the fire between you grow hotter.
Clark finally takes one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling gently as he rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger. You arch your back, gasping at the sensation, your hands tightening in his hair. He teases and worships each peak, his tongue swirling and flicking, drawing out your moans of pleasure.
As you lay there, the warmth of his mouth on your skin, the softness of the couch beneath you, and the gentle pressure of his body above, you can't help but feel that this is exactly where you're meant to be. With each tender kiss and caress, he's claiming you, and you're willingly giving yourself to him.
The movie on the TV becomes background noise as the only thing that matters is the connection growing stronger between you both. His kisses trail down your stomach, his hands skimming over your hips to the waistband of your underwear.
He kisses the skin just above the waistband, the heat of his breath making you squirm. "I want to make this perfect for you," he murmurs, his eyes looking up at you for approval. You nod, unable to form words as your breath catches in your throat.
He takes his time, pulling down your underwear in one smooth motion, exposing your most intimate parts to his gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he looks at you, but he keeps his touches feather-light, his mouth hovering just above your skin without making contact.
Clark takes a deep breath, savoring the moment as he gazes down at your exposed body. He gently kisses the soft skin of your inner thighs, moving closer to the apex of your legs. His eyes are filled with a fiery hunger that makes your heart race even faster. He presses a soft kiss to your mound, feeling you tense up at the contact.Â
Then, with a gentle caress, he parts your legs wider, his gaze never leaving yours. You can see the desire in his eyes, and it only fuels the fire burning within you. With a soft sigh, he lowers his mouth to you, his tongue tracing the seam of your folds with the lightest touch. You moan, your body trembling as he starts to explore you, taking his time to learn every curve and sensitive spot.Â
Each touch is a declaration of his intention to worship you, to take things slow and savor every second of this shared intimacy. His fingers join his mouth, gently teasing and exploring, bringing you closer to the edge with every stroke. The room is filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths and soft whimpers, the only soundtrack to this passionate symphony of desire.
Clark continues his gentle exploration, his tongue circling your clit with a patience that borders on agonizing. He's not in a hurry; he wants to savor every moment of this, to make sure you feel loved and desired. His fingers slide into your wetness, curling gently as he begins to stroke you internally, matching the rhythm of his tongue.Â
You can't help but whimper, your eyes squeezed shut as the sensations build within you. He's so attentive, so in tune with your body's responses that you feel like you're floating on a cloud of pure pleasure. Each kiss, each caress is a testament to the connection growing between you, and you know that this is just the beginning of a night that will change everything.
Clark's eyes never leave yours as he shifts his position, aligning his body with yours. His hand moves to guide himself, and with a gentle nod from you, he begins to press into you. His movements are slow and deliberate, his expression one of intense concentration as he tries to read your every reaction. You can feel the tip of him pushing against your entrance, the anticipation of what's to come making you squirm.
As he enters you, he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his voice a soothing balm to the building passion. He's so big, so thick, but he's so gentle that it's almost a surprise when he's fully sheathed inside you. You gasp, your eyes flying open, and he stills, giving you a moment to adjust to the sensation of being filled by him.
He waits, his eyes searching yours for any sign of pain or discomfort. When he sees none, he starts to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm that makes your toes curl. Each thrust is met with a soft moan from your lips, his name slipping from your mouth like a prayer as he fills you completely.
The feeling of him inside you is unlike anything you've ever experienced. It's as if your bodies are made for this, as if every inch of him is meant to be connected to every inch of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, your hands sliding down to grip his firm ass as he moves within you.
The room seems to spin around you, the only constant is the feeling of him, the sound of your hearts beating in sync. He kisses you again, his movements becoming more urgent as the passion takes over. You can feel him thickening, growing even more inside you, and you know that he's getting closer to the edge.
You whisper for him to go faster, to give you more, and he responds eagerly, his strokes deepening and quickening. Your body responds in kind, your hips rising to meet his, the friction between you building until it's almost unbearable. You're both so close, the tension coiled tight in your stomachs, ready to snap.
And then, with one final, deep thrust, it does. You cry out, your body arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. He follows shortly after, his own release shaking his body as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
For a moment, you just lay there, your bodies entwined, your hearts racing. Then, with a soft sigh, he pulls back, his eyes searching yours for any signs of regret. But all he sees is pure satisfaction, a mirror to what's reflected in his own gaze. He leans down to kiss you gently, a soft promise of more to come.
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Why when im scrolling through a tag i flashed by cho0chie đŠ?
All jokes aside i had posted a meme and not even 3 minutes later it got flagged.. and im starting to see a lot of prn bots is it just me??? But why did my stuff get flagged but bots thats are showing naked people still up đ€
#black panther#shuri x reader#spider man: across the spider verse#miles morales x reader#marc spector x reader#leon kennedy x reader#mortal kombat x reader#cod x black reader#darkmemeworld#clark kent x reader#carlos oliveria x reader#keegan p. russ x reader#cod x reader#black reader#earth 42 miles morales x reader#erik killmonger x reader#into the spider verse#namor x reader#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#task force 141 x reader#leon kennedy x black reader#leon kennedy#jjk x black reader#jjk x black!reader#jjk x reader#twilight x reader#raymond smith x reader#chris redfield x reader#xmen x reader
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he misses you. he misses you like a flower misses the sun. like the desert misses the rain. like you are the entirety of his being. as if you hold the key to his fierce, thumping bloody heart within the palm of your hands, like he is nothing without youâ and perhaps he isn't. he doesn't feel like himself, no, in fact, he feels empty. like a shell of the man he used to be before you. he feels as though the world has lost its color, its meaning, and it makes him feel bareâ it makes him feel.
he misses you. he misses the warmth of your perfume, a sweet and spicy blended aroma of saffron and sugared lavender. he misses your smile, all wide and prettyâ genuine and charming, and always all for him. he misses the sound of your laughter, raw and boisterous, but sometimes soft and breathy, intimate. he misses your kisses, shy and cloyingâ yet fierce and angry at times as well. he misses the small things, like the scatter of moles across the expanse of your body that he finds himself counting when he can't fall asleep. or the way you fuss over him, mumbling curses and your love for him all in the same sentence.
he is nothing without you, and he knows it all too well.
the soft jangle of your keys in the lock makes him look up from his journal, the door swinging open. and despite himself, he finds that he's softened underneath your warm, loving gaze. ah, he also misses the sound of your voice, euphonious and soft, a tone you use for him specifically.
âwhy are you looking at me like that?â
he can feel his heart dance within his chest, pounding fiercely as you slant your hip to the side, the very same hips he adores holding onto when swaying with you to music. your eyes, which always seem to sweep him under with their intensity with no fail, are glittering with mirth, it knocks the breath from his chest. â i adore you,â he uttersâ he sounds like a fool in love, and he doesn't particularly mind it. your cheeks flush with color and you playfully roll your eyes. that's alright, you don't need to say it back, he knows.
âhelp me with the groceries?â
he? âžș SIMON, gojo satoru, DAMON SALVATORE, soap, older!TANJIRO, scott mccall, GAZ, clark kent, EMMETT CULLEN, leon kennedy, STEVE HARRINGTON, giyu tomioka, JOHN PRICE, loran, ULYSSES, rick grimes, KĂNIG, dick grayson, SPENCER REID.
honestly it can be anyone you envision.
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Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to uploadđ«đ«đ«
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Big beefy men who are lowkey pathetic for thick women >>> best trope known to man.
#johnny cage x reader#logan howlett x reader#mortal kombat x reader#clark kent x reader#frank castle x reader#tomas vrbada x reader#johnny cage#tomas vrbada#mk1#the punisher#wolverine#wolverine x reader#matt murdock smut#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x plus size reader
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Yandere Bruce Wayne: "Mine." holds darling close to his chest.
Clark Kent: "A human being is not anâ" looks at darling.
Yandere Clark Kent: "Mine, not yours."
#dc#dc characters#dc superman#dc batman#batman#superman#yandere#yandere dc#yandere dc x reader#dc incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#clark kent x reader#superman x reader#batman x reader#bruce wayne x reader#yandere clark kent#yandere clark kent x reader#yandere bruce wayne#yandere bruce wayne x reader
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Title: Love and Care.
Pairing: Yandere!Clark Kent x Reader (DC).
Word Count: 4.0k.
Commissioned by the very lovely @distortedhumor.
TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Prolonged Captivity + Kidnapping, Spanking, Psychological/Physical Abuse, Slight Infantilization, and Delusional Behavior.
You were going to freeze to death.
That was â if you didnât die of dehydration, first. You really werenât sure which was supposed to work faster; thirst or exposure, the acidic dryness crawling up the back of your throat or the slow, numbing chill spreading up from your toes, your fingertips. You didnât have to worry about hunger â even if you could feel something sharp and hollow gnawing at the pit of your stomach. You remembered reading somewhere that it took longer than a month for someone to starve to death, even if it was hard to believe that when it felt like you were on the verge of collapsing into yourself.
It wasnât that you hadnât been prepared. Admittedly, itâd been an impulsive thing to do, the half-baked result of a door left unlocked and the daunting awareness that you had at least twelve hours before you so much as heard from Clark again, if not the full twenty-four. You didnât have shoes more durable than house-slippers and the delicate, lovingly polished, Mary Jane heels he liked to see you in, but youâd put on your thickest dress, stuffed a bottle of water and a few slices of homemade bread into knapsack, and started walking into the lifeless, rolling plains that surrounded the rustic farmhouse he kept you in. You didnât run â he always seemed to know if your heart rate spikedâ but you had all day to walk until you found a road, or a phone booth, or anything else that could at least remind you that other people existed. You figured youâd come across something eventually, even if you couldnât find the help you were looking for.
Except, youâd underestimated just how cold the countryside could get in autumn, and you hadnât thought to ration your meager supplies until after theyâd already run out, and as far as you could tell, heâd found the most vacant, lifeless, desolate corner of the world to trap you within. The hem of your skirt was caked with mud and dust, your knapsack had been left behind entirely after you realized there was no point in carrying and empty bag, and one of your heels had broken off about two miles back â leaving you reduced to a slow, hobbling limp. Your body was exhausted beyond exhaustion, but you couldnât imagine a world where you stopped walking. The only thing worse than knowing you were going to freeze to death in the middle of nowhere would be knowing that youâd just laid down and accepted it, and if youâd been willing to do that, you wouldnât have run away atâ
Your foot caught on a dense patch of undergrowth, and too tired to catch yourself, you crumpled â your knees hitting the earth with enough force to make you whimper. The last of your perseverance crashed and shattered as soon as you hit the ground, and before you could so much as try to stand up, you fell apart completely. You felt the tears before you realized you were crying â just one, at first, then another, then more than you could ever hope to count. You threw your head forward, sniffling miserably as you collapsed onto your side. You were going to die out here, butâŠ
But, that was probably for the best, wasnât it? It was either die out here, or die in that lonely farmhouse when Clark finally lost his temper or the roof collapsed or the âvillainsâ he was also so worried about finally did their job and put you out of your fucking misery. With a full-fledged sob, you curled into yourself and clenched your eyes shut, andâ
And of course, less than a full second later, you felt a pair of muscle-bound arms your crumpled form, sweeping you off the ground and dragging you into a broad chest. You were too weak to meaningfully resist, but still, you tried to writhe and nudge yourself out of his iron-clad hold to little success. He was already talking, too. Great. On the ranked list of things you mightâve wanted to hear immediately after accepting your own mortality, your kidnapperâs nervous babbling didnât crack the top hundred.
As if that had ever stopped him before.
ââand I thought youâd gotten hurt, and your pulse sounded so far away, andâ and I donât know what I wouldâve done if itâd taken me any longer to find you.â You tuned in mid-rambling, trying to swallow your agitation. He was bent over you, his face buried in your hair, giving his voice an unsteady, muffled quality. For the worldâs strongest man, he was quick to fall apart whenever he thought you so much as might be in danger. You couldnât really judge him for that, though. You fell apart whenever he wasnât around, too, and you didnât care about him at all. âAre you alright? Are you hurt? Thereâs a hospital about fifty miles away, I canââ
âIâm fine,â you cut in, your hands shoving at his forearm where it was barred over your waist. With an airy sigh, he repositioned you â letting you fall into a proper bridal-carry rather a fully-body tackle. You noticed, for the first time, that his feet werenât touching the ground. He was levitating, a nervous habit that that back into too often to keep track of. He mustâve genuinely thought you were in danger. More importantly, he mustâve known there was no one around to see him doing something so obviously superhuman. âJust a little cold. Iâm sorry for worrying you.â
Another sigh, this one more genuine than the last. For the first time, he drew back, and you were able to see him properly. He mustâve come straight from Metropolis; he was still wearing the suit youâd seen him in that morning, his hair slightly disheveled and his glasses shoved haphazardly into his shirt pocket. You tried to breathe, not to be thankful for how quickly his inhuman warmth was ebbing away the harsher edges of your hypothermia, and for the most part, you succeeded. You felt his lips brush against your cheek, then the corner of your jaw â Clark as affectionate as he was paranoid. âPoor thing,â he muttered, haphazardly shrugging off the jacket of his suit and draping it over your shoulders. âWeâll have to get you warmed up once we get home.â
Despite yourself, you stiffened. It was over - you knew that. He caught you, and even if he hadnât, you wouldnât have been able to go on much longer. You knew that.
And yet, you held yourself that much tighter as you asked, ââŠdo we have to go home right away?â
Clarkâs smile softened; his expression slackening is a patronizingly sympathetic sort of way. He didnât need to answer, not really, but you still cringed when he inevitably did. âOf course, dear.â And then, with another kiss to your forehead. âHow else can I keep you safe?â
You mightâve been nicer than him, after all. Rather than respond, you bowed your head and tucked yourself against his chest, shutting your eyes and blocking him out entirely. Clark only hummed in acknowledgement, flying that much higher and taking you home.
~
It took an embarrassingly short time to reach the farmhouse â less than a full minute, if that. It wasnât what you deserved, but it was what you needed: a reminder that you were trying to run away from someone who didnât have to run at all to keep up with you. Trying to escape on your own was pointless. Youâd either have to find another way to get away from him or give up entirely.
Despite your constant squirming, Clark only put you down once you were inside (meaning, once the front door was locked and deadbolted with you securely trapped behind it), and you stumbled to your feet, still on the verge of collapsing. He let you struggle through all of two steps before taking you by the hand and, with that award-winning smile, guiding you through the farmhouse. âA warm bath should do the trick. Some tea, too â or coffee, to keep your blood flowing.â His eyes flickered down to the mud-caked hem of your dress, your ruined shoes. âItâs a pity. I know thatâs one of your favorites.â He paused, squeezed your hand. âWeâll have to pick out another together. Maybe tomorrow, before I leave for work.â
You bit the side of your tongue, nodding along absently and letting him ramble. When you passed the staircase leading to the second floor, to your bedroom, you started to move towards it, but Clark only continued further into the house.
âUh, Clark?â You dragged your feet as he pulled you into the kitchen. âIâ Um, tea sounds nice, but Iâd really like to change, first, andââ
âIn a few minutes.â Another infuriating smile, another squeeze to your hand. âDo you remember what happens when you break one of our rules?â
You felt something in your throat tighten. Youâd managed to forget, but it came back quickly enough. âI do, butâ I was out there for a few hours, and I canât really feel myââ
âWeâll take care of that in a few minutes, love.â He was already moving towards the kitchen table, your hand still trapped in his. âWe should get this over with now.â
Trying to argue wouldâve been useless. You did your best to grit your teeth, to brace yourself, but your vision still blurred as he finally released you, settling into one of the simple wooden chairs. You crossed your arms over your chest, but it did little to put a barrier between you and his prying gaze. âDo you want to undress yourself? Or, do you need my help?â
Shaking your head, you fumbled with the buttons lining the back of your dress. Usually, you could manage on your own, but your hands were still numb, and you were fighting back tears, and Clark only watched you struggle for a few seconds before motioning for you to come closer. Soon enough, cotton and lace pooled uselessly at your feet, leaving you all-but entirely exposed in front of him. You didnât need to be told to take off your shoes, kicking them into the depressing pile of fabric that used to be your favorite dress, but when it came to your panties, you hesitated, glancing toward Clark with a pleading look. âAll of it,â he confirmed, with a tone bordering on apologetic. âItâs nothing I havenât seen before.â
As if that would make you feel any better.
You sucked in a deep breath, then eased your panties down to your ankles. Youâd been wearing one of your nicer pairs â white and silken, with a lace trim around the edges and a ribbon bow that was just slightly too big to be entirely inconspicuous. They were one of Clarkâs favorites, even if you doubted youâd ever hear him admit something crude out loud. You could only hope youâd never see them again.
You kept your eyes on the floor as he took you by the waist and with as much effort as it mightâve taken to move a doll from one shelf to another, lifted you up and laid you over his lap. His thighs bit into your stomach as a hand found its way to the small of your back, rubbing slow circles into the base of your spine. âWeâre only going to do fifteen, alright?â It wasnât really a question, so you didnât bother pretending you were going to answer. Clark didnât seem to need you to. âAnd you know Iâm doing this because I love you, right?â
That, you couldnât get out of so easily.
âI know,â you mumbled, because that was what would upset him the least. âThat doesnât make it hurt any less, though.â
He didnât make a sound. You wondered if heâd heard you at all, at least until the flat of his palm came down on the plush of your ass and immediately, it was impossible to think about anything at all.
It was a small mercy that he didnât make you count. It was something heâd tried early on, the first couple of times youâd thrown a chair through a window or stolen his phone or hoarded weapons underneath the mattress of your shared bed, but youâd never really been able to hold yourself together long enough for anything like that. You broke down too quickly, too easily â fuck, you were breaking down right now and heâd only hit you once. You could already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, a knot welling up in the back of your throat that only seemed to let little, pitiful whimpers and miserable sobs slip by. You tried to steel yourself, to bite back any signs of weakness, but that only meant youâd forgotten to brace yourself for the second strike â just as bad as the first, centered more towards the back of your thigh than your ass. He was trying to spread the pain, to make sure any marks he left wouldnât be permanent. He was trying to be gentle.
It was scarier than it shouldâve been â knowing that he really did care about you. You couldnât call it âloveâ, not really, not if you still wanted to be able to live with yourself, but he had to care about you, at least enough to pay some amount of mind to your well-being, at least enough for you to be sure he didnât hate you (although, some days, you could still be convinced otherwise). He didnât love you, but he thought he did, and the fact that he could earnestly believe he loved you and still treat you like this made you very, very afraid of what could happen if he ever changed his mind.
By the third strike, you were crying unabashedly, and by the sixth, your hands were clamped around his thigh, your nails biting into his skin in less of an attempt to hurt him and more of a desperate scramble for any kind of stability he had to offer. It was all force, no friction â a bruising, throbbing type of pain quickly spreading outward from every part of your body unfortunate enough to be under his palm. You couldnât seem to talk, but Clark didnât have an issue, pausing after every blow to rub circles into your bruised skin and mutter to himself. You couldnât imagine he still thought he was talking to you. âI just worry about how youâd manage things, out there, all on your own,â he explained, his tone cloyingly sweet. Like he was talking to a child, too naĂŻve to know any better. Like he could still expect you to believe there was anything in the world more dangerous than him. âYou know Iâll always keep you safe, but I canât be everywhere at once. Itâs easier for both of us if you justââ A pause, an airy chuckle. ââif you just stay out of trouble.â
Youâd lived in the city for years and never gotten into trouble, not before meeting him. Saying that felt pointless, though, especially when he was already moving onto the seventh.
Fifteen was a terrible number. If thereâd been twenty or more, you mightâve been able to go numb by the time he finished, and ten or less wouldâve given you a chance to preserve at least some of your dignity. At fifteen, though, the pain was still intense enough to be blistering, and you couldnât seem to choke down your own keening sobs as Clark brought down his hand for the final blow â using just a little more force than he really had to, making sure the lesson would stick for the next couple of days, if not the next couple of weeks. He was strict, like that, despite how tender-hearted he pretended to be. If he wasnât, you wouldâve acted out more often.
You had to believe youâd act out more often.
You were still limp and crying when his arm wrapped around your waist and with a raspy, adoring sound, he sat you up â letting you straddle one of his thighs. Whatever relief you mightâve felt at the end of your punishment was immediately overshadowed by the pale, reddish tint spread visibly across his face, the feeling of something too large and too stiff pressing into your leg where it fell between his. Clark didnât acknowledge it, though, and you were happy to follow his lead, melting into his hands as he cupped your face, basking in his happily provided comfort. There was a shallow exhale as he tilted your head back, pressing another lingering kiss into your forehead, before dipping lower â falling immediately to your neck. You let his lips make contact with your throat before sniffling and shifting in his lap. âHurts, Clark,â you murmured, doing your best to make your voice that of something small and in need. âItâs not that I donât want to, but⊠can we go upstairs, first?â
That was enough to snap him out of it. âRight. Of course.â There was one last peck to your collarbone before he pulled you into his arms, any thought of letting you walk on your own prematurely dismissed. You tried to go blank as he trailed through the farmhouse, not to focus on anything but the pain and your exhaustion, but your gaze seemed to catch on everything you didnât want to see â the bowl of dough still rising on the kitchen counter, the torn dress-shirt youâd planned on mending today, a dozen tiny things that all drove their own little needles into the pit of your stomach. In Clarkâs defense, the housewife shtick hadnât been his idea, but you couldnât say he was entirely blameless, either. When you were left trapped and alone, given nothing to do and no way to occupy your time, there was only so long you could last before resorting to household chores. It was just a happy coincidence that the byproducts of your captivity were practically identical to the kind of sugar-sweet, domestic behavior thatâd always seemed to melt his heart, back when your relationship wasnât so insidious.
At least the bathroom was warm. Still too unsteady to be trusted to walk on your own, you sat on the vanity while Clark ran a bath, staring at your hands absentmindedly as the steam started to ebb at the chill. When the tub was nearly full, he helped you into it, more than happy to make it seem like you couldnât so much as move without his help â which, in his defense, you really couldnât. As you sunk into the scorching water, you made a mental note not to let him touch you at all tomorrow. You doubted it would be enough to fix the damage tonight had done, but itâd be better than letting him coddle you half-to-death.
Surprisingly, Clark didnât hover over you for very long. âI think I promised you something to drink,â he explained as he moved to the doorway, his smile suddenly sheepish. Like he had any right to be shy about what heâd done to you. âIâll be back in a second â unless you think youâll need a hand?â
You hesitated, but shook your head. ââm fine. I just need some time to think.â
âNot too long.â He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes prying into you for a second, then another before he turned away. âI think we should be careful about what gets into your pretty little head, for the next few days.â
And just like that, you were left alone. For the first time since heâd brought you home, you let yourself relax. The hot water momentarily dulled the pain, but without the agony to distract you, humiliation quickly took its place. You shouldnât have let Clark take you back so easily â that only gave him more leeway to treat you like some naĂŻve, fragile object heâd been tasked with looking after. You shouldnât have taken your punishment so quietly, even if you doubted clawing at his legs and thrashing wouldâve actually accomplished anything beyond salvaging your pride. You shouldnât have run away at all, not if it meant triggering Clarkâs paranoia, not if it reminded Clark that youâd still take any chance you saw to get away from him. Youâd have to be smarter about it, if you ever to escape tried again.
(You did your best to ignore that, a few months about, the same sentiment wouldâve been followed by âwhen you inevitably tried againâ. You werenât superhuman. You didnât always have the strength to be so delusionaly optimistic.)
When Clark did return, he was blissfully quiet and careful to keep his distance, sitting on the edge of the tub while you haphazardly washed the dust out of your hair and scrubbed the mud from your skin. Even after the water had gone cold and youâd managed to struggle to your feet, his touch remained fleeting, ginger as he bundled you in a towel and lifted you into his arms â his sudden distance no excuse to treat you like a living, breathing, capable person, apparently.
You didnât have the energy to be frustrated. Exhausted and beaten down, you closed your eyes and rested your head against his chest, only stirring slightly when you felt Clark lower you onto a quilt-padded bed. You started to sit up, but the feeling of a hand laying over your hip was enough to stop you. When you opened your eyes, you found Clark, still standing, still staring down at you with that dazed, lovesick smile. âItâs really amazing, how someone like me could ever end up with someone like you.â He dipped lower, his lips finding the side of your throat. There was no pretense of innocent affection, this time, just his mouth on the side of your neck, his teeth ghosting over your skin. His voice was stifled by proximity, but mournfully audible. âI love you. Iâm always going to love you. You know that, right?â
âI... I do.â You sounded hoarse, weak â more so than you wouldâve liked. Clark nipped playfully at your collarbone, nearly breaking the skin. âI know youâve been waiting, butââ
âGuess Iâm just that impatient, when it comes to you.â There was an airy chuckle, a glint to his smile, but neither were very comforting. Again, you made an attempt to flee, and again, he found a way to keep you where you were â his hands curling around your thighs as he eased your legs apart. There was a hollow thud of body against floorboardas he fell to his knees, as he pressed yet another open-mouthed kiss into the inside of your thigh. âI just canât help it. You make it hard for me to think straight.â
Not that he was trying to. You opened your mouth, trying to think of something that could distract him, that could convince him you just couldnât do this, but heâd latch onto your cunt before you could spit anything out â the flat of his tongue running over your entrance while his nose ground into your clit. With your ass still blistered from your punishment and your nerves still on-edge from the cold, that was all it took for you to bolt upward â your hands automatically finding their way to his hair in a desperate attempt to pry him off of you. Of course, he didnât budge, and of course, when he did glance up, he did it with that lovestruck expression that youâd never been able to stand. That you never wanted to see again.
That you just couldnât seem to wipe off of his fucking face.
âClark,â you whined, his name fractured and mangled on your tongue. âPlease, Iâ It hurts, and Iâm so tired, and I justââ You cut yourself off, swallowing harshly and trying to catch your breath. âPlease, donât.â
âOh, sweetheart.â Your heart skipped a beat, hope swelling in your chest. He melted into your palm, grinning like an idiot. âYou can relax. I promise, Iâll be gentle.â
And just like that, you felt something deep in your chest crack open and shatter.
The next time he bowed his head, burying himself between your thighs, you didnât bother trying to stop him.
You didnât do anything at all.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#yandere dc#dc x reader#dc imagines#superman x reader#clark kent x reader#yandere superman#yandere x you#yandere clark kent
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summary [henry let's you play with bows and you get carried away]
warnings [smut, mouth stuffđ, bimbo~ish ig, no p in v, pet names, soft dom henryđ]
being the type of girl you were you loved ribbons and bows. they weren't something you indulged in often as a child, growing up in the country and all, but once you got older you feel in love with them.
you'd put them everywhere, in your hair, on your clothes, there's even some on your walls and others tied around stuffed bears.
Henry had recently gotten you these really cute ribbon bow clips and you were currently sitting beside him putting them in his hair. he's not really paying attention to you, he's used to this kind of treatment and just sat scrolling on his phone. you dropped one of the clips from his hair and in to his lap. as you go to reach for it a thought flashes in your mind. 'can I put a bow on your dick?' you ask your boyfriend after retrieving the clip.
you see the way henry freezes and hurriedly say 'not these, like ribbon' you clear up. he lets out a breath and laugh before looking at you 'I was scared for a sec baby' he says tucking a peice of hair behind your ear making you smile. he returns your smile and leans in for a kiss. 'of course I'll let my pretty girl dress me up' henry says sitting back up with the clips still in his hair.
so excited you jump up and let out a squeal 'omg yay' you scream about to go into you and Henry's shared room for some ribbon. turning to him before you go saying 'don't get hard' which earns you an eye roll as you leave 'you wanna do it or not' he mumbles as your walking but you hear.
in the room your trying to figure out what color ribbon you wanted. you got it down to pink and purple, so you bring them out to henry. 'which one do you want?' you question, you sit beside him on the couch, getting comfortable with your upper half mostly on his lap. 'whatever matches my hair' he says as he scrolls through something.
you go with the pink since he had pink in his hair. unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out your really happy to see the he wasn't hard. it might sound odd but you liked playing with his soft cock. cutting the ribbon to length before throwing everything on to the floor. you start to tie the ribbon at the base of his dick, humming to yourself as henry continued on his phone, you could care less.
looking down at the pretty pink bow you made your so proud in your self. you let out a giggle in excitement and notice the way Henry's cock twitched when you laughed. your mouth begin to water. trying something else you lightly blow making it twitch again.
you mouth became the ocean and you desperatly needed to taste him. opening your mouth and letting droll drip onto the head of his cock before lowering your head and licking it up. 'ohh fuck baby' henry moans out at the unexpected pleasure, finally placing his attention on you.
you take the tip of this cock in your mouth savering the taste of him. opening your mouth wider you take his full soft length in. feeling the bow brush against your lips. feeling him swell you come up for air letting out a little whine at the fact that this is the first time he's ever fully fit in your mouth, and it's because hes never let you suck it soft. and it's not gonna last much longer, but you'll enjoy having him in your mouth either way.
looking up to meet his gaze he grips your jaw and squeezes your cheecks together. sticking out your tounge he roughly brings you up for a sloppy kiss, gripping the back of your scalp. he breaks the kiss to leave kisses all over your face before letting you go back down to his cock, which is now fully hard.
bow intact.
you lick from the base to the tip repetadly. bringing your focus more to the head of his cock you bring one hand to the base and the other to his balls. 'fuck baby you know daddy likes that' he moans out as his hips buck forcing the tip of his cock all the way into your mouth. you gag a little before you adjust to it returning to your pace.
henry looks down to the ungodly display infornt of him. you desperatly sucking his cock, pretty hands playing with his balls with a pretty pink ribbon rapped around his cock, your eyes are watery, the floor beneath you full of droll and pre cum. your looking up to him eyes glossed over moaning every so often telling him just how much you love his cock.
'ahh- fuckk, baby im gonna cum' he moaned out. forcing the rest of his cock into your moth and down your throat henry couldn't hold back any longer. his cum being forced down your throat and falling from the sides of your mouth around his cock getting your bow all dirty. removing him from your mouth with a giggle and a smile so happy that you grew into loving bows.
[a/n: this randomly came to me and I wrote it right away so if it's bad blame it on that. đ]
#henry cavill#clark kent#bimbo reader#black fanfic writer#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill x black reader#x black fem reader#clark kent x reader#henry cavill smut#bd/sm kink#bd/sm daddy#smut#clark kent smut#coquette#girlblogging#daddy's good girl
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A Day in Life
Synopsis: A day in your life while working as the Justice League's assistant. Also, they are all yanderes for you and it's Valentine's Day.
Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader
Tw: 18+ just because of a mention of Superman misusing his X-Ray vision and the mention of hooking up, aside from that, this is pretty SFW; Flash and Green Lantern are a little delusional; Hal Jordan is pushy; Batman is probably a little out of character (and Iâm ashamed to keep it that way) bc I can't see him giving anyone flowers as Batman, just as Bruce Wayne; Mentions of them all secretly stalking you; This League members are Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash (Barry Allen), Green Lantern (Hal Jordan; John Stewart is mentioned), Aquaman and Martian Manhunter; I wrote too little about Martian Manhunter, Aquaman here because I don't know much about them; Wish I had more ideas for Wonder Womanâs interaction here too cause I love her; My crush on Hal is very obvious; Reader doesn't struggle much against them but they're also pretty tame; The physics in flying and running at super speed might be wrong but this is comic book science so it's wrong either way; English is not my first language.
Word count: 1,6k
Requested? No.
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The zeta tube flashes and the AI voice announces the arrival of Flash. Your heart goes fast.
â Hey, (Y/N)! â In a flash, he's in front of you. â Happy Valentine's Day! â You tear your eyes off of your schedule on your tablet and see him holding a rose towards you.
â Oh, hey, Flash⊠â You reply a little tense. â Thank you⊠You didn't need to. â You hesitantly take the rose from him and whilst your attention is on staring at the flower and holding back a grimace, you miss the glint in his blue eyes. His blush is covered by his mask. His mind seeks for something to say before you decide to break the momentary silence. â You're really sweet, it's great to have a friend like you! â You make sure to exclain, the tone a notch higher, trying to make your point come across. Flashâs face falls.
â Uh- I- Actually- â His speech gets cut off by the zeta announcing Superman. Before you can have a heart attack, the boy scout also zooms in front of you, this time your hair blows back with the wind. He must've come flying.
â (Y/N)âs heart is pounding, what are you doing, Flash? â Superman alternates between looking at your face worriedly, then your chest, then glaring at the speedster by his side.
â What? Nothing! â Flash looks wide-eyed at Superman. Then his mind clicks and he looks at you again. â Wait, what? Your heart is pounding? Is it⊠Is it because of me?! â You see the dazed look on his face coming to the surface again. Oh boy.
You casually make the effort to take a breath you didn't know you were holding and make your heart go down. You hate when Super uses his X-Ray vision on you. You can never be sure when he is doing it, but why else would he analytically stare specifically at your body when he is worried about you? Also, that time when you commented with Sarah from the kitchenâs crew that you forgot to do your laundry and went to the Watchtower without underwear. Seconds later, Superman appeared in the doorway, looking startled and flustered, ears red. Although he pretended to have just arrived at the tower and you and your friend chose to ignore your embarrassment that your boss with superhearing might have chose that exact moment to focus his hearing on only the places around him, including your too intimate conversation, you still caught him red handed sneaking glances specifically at your hips, and he hurriedly exited the room after that. At the time, you had just recently started the job as the Justice Leagueâs assistant. After that you were a lot more aware.
After a while you realized you had a reason to be.
Superman was glaring at the rose in your hand and Flash was daydreaming while looking at your face when the zeta flashed again and you snapped out of it fast enough that by the time you started talking, your mind didn't pay attention to who had just arrived.
â Hm, no. It's just you fast people are always catching me off guard. â Flash deflates and- Is he pouting? Bro. Superman lights up and looks at you again.
â Oh, sorry, (N/N), we always forget about that. â The alien chuckles while rubbing the back of his head.
â Superman. Flash. â You and Flash jump, but Superman, not surprisingly, doesn't react and just follows you three and looks behind the two heros in front of you to the one with the gruff voice that just arrived.
Flash groans and Superman just rolls his eyes, you can see that while trying to peak past the menâs towering frames blocking you. You don't have to guess much though, because they make space for the newcomer and you suppress a tired sigh at seeing Batman making his way to you with a gigantic arrangement of flowers that covers his entire torso, arms and head, only his bat-ears, legs and cape being visible.
â (Y/N). Those are for you. â Color me shocked. Before you can try to start thinking about how you are gonna take this absurdity anywhere, vengeance speaks. â I'm gonna leave it at your desk.
â Hmhmm. Thank you, Batman. â You refused to watch his retreating form and let any member of your yandere harem think you actually have an interest in any of them and look down at your tablet again. The action makes you remember the rose you're still holding and you hurriedly walk away from the two nutcases stuck glaring at the third and go to his side. â Actually, take this with you. â You stick the rose amongst the rest of the flowers and before any of them can say anything else, you get out of the room.
You take a deep breath. Since the Leagueâs weird obsession started seemingly around a year ago, you had a whole crisis over it. The pay was good, and it increased even more when they took this insane liking to you, so it's not like you could just quit like it was nothing. Besides, it's the Justice League, you could run from the fucking planet and they would still find you. It's easier to adapt.
You go on with your routine for a few minutes until you bump into a neon green brick wall. Scratch that, it's just Green Lanternâs chest.
â Hey, cutie, I was looking for you. â Your eyes widen when the space cop suddenly holds you by the shoulders, pushes you against a wall, then lets you go just to keep his two muscular arms on each side of you, trapping you and keeping you close to his frame. Ugh, the Lantern with brown hair has always been the more touchy one. You miss the one with dark skin and common sense.
â Need me for something? â You hold a groan with the limitless possibilities of how he could use that sentence to be crude, but you just wanted to get rid of him. He smirks.
â I was wondering if you were free today and would like to go on a date with me later⊠â He knew you were free. You knew he knew you were free. Every time you have a date (and you never told them) the League seems to get more on edge and suddenly your workload increases. Tsk, you hate them. Unfortunately, you love nice things even more.
You raise an eyebrow.
â I don't even know your name. â You point out, maybe that would make him give up, but he just shrugged.
â I could tell you, trust is a fundamental part in any relationship.
â Is a date a relationship? Also I don't think Batman would like that. â Any of that. He cocks his head to the side and his beautiful hair moves down.
â Cutie, you don't have to worry about Spooky. And I don't want to just hook up with you, you know that. Now just stop playing hard to get and-
A golden light catches your attention, it could be a miracle, but it's just Wonder Woman's lasso wrapping around the lantern's neck and pulling him away from you. Unfortunately, she tied a it in a way that the action wouldn't strangle him or break his neck.
â Ugh, men really have no boundaries. â The amazon rolls her lasso back and takes a step towards you, keeping said man sulking behind her while analyzing you. â Forgive my friend, (Y/N). He grew up in a barn. â The stunning demigoddess smiles at you.
Ugh, if she wasn't just as crazy as the rest of them you would happily swoon over her.
â Right. Well, I have to go. â You turn your back to them and take fast but casual steps away from them and the empty hallway. It never fails to scare the shit out of you and give you goosebumps whenever one of them catches you alone in one of those, and the competition between them for your heart somehow makes you confident enough that if there are at least two of them, no harm will come to you.
You clear your throat. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. The martian shouldâve arrived by now and you don't doubt he reads your mind 24/7 when heâs close enough.
Youâre about to turn a corridor when you spot Aquaman poking his head in a room, looking for something, it's probably you, only his body is visible and he can't see you.
You hold a groan and run as quietly as possible away from him without him noticing, remembering the time he ranted to you about seahorses being the most romantic fish species, with monogamous mate bonds for lifetime, and all the times he promised to show you Atlantis one day and make you rule his people by his side.
A few minutes later when you look at the clock, you know by that time they're all already in their meeting and not wandering around, desperate for a crumb of your attention. To confirm that, you open the cameraâs feed that not many had access to and idly check their presence in the meeting room. Your stomach churns seeing your figure in one of their monitors, the others displaying normal missions info. Of course they would follow you around through the cameras, because that's just as important as discussing wars and crisis in Earth countries and other planets.
You passively shut the screen when you finally get to your office, in which you avoid staying until you absolutely have to, or the coast is clear enough to, otherwise it's the most obvious place for them to force an interaction with you.
You look up and your shoulders drop in defeat at the sign of too many flowers, gifts and letters from each member of the League.
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small things like these.
pairing. clark kent x male reader.
word count. 12.2k.
summary. a moment like having a cup of overly-sweet, sugary coffee spill all over you was one of the reasons why you'd been charmed by a clumsy man named clark kent.
content warning. fluff, eventual smut, corenswet!clark, top!clark, bottom!reader, strangers to lovers, brief lois lane mention, yearning!friends, clark has a sweet tooth, kissing, rimming, blowjobs, praising, sweet verbal, size difference, body worship, breeding, sweet and passionate love-making!
a/n. i recommend listening to the normal people soundtrack while reading!
I: MAY.
It all started with a crash.
The smell of gasoline was poisoning. Cars were lined up like dominos, passing gas from one engine to another, and the scent was festering in Clarkâs nostrils, its rotting smell seemingly quadrupled by the summer heat. That was the charm of the city. The smell, and the constant scream of car horns as traffic began piling up. In the eyes of his folks, Clark can see his Ma and Pa doubting his sanity had they ever witnessed Metropolis. His Ma would shake her head in disapproval at the size of his apartment, and his Pa would be overstimulated into disbelief as the trio held hands and swam their way through the swarm of people who were simultaneously being chased in pursuit by one reminder:Â
FASTER! YOUâRE RUNNING LATE!
âOh, crapââ Hugging the coffee cup to his chest after switching arms, Clark rolled his sleeve up to check his watch. Quarter to nine. âCrap, crap, crap, crap!â Panic finally set in, charging Clark forward into the sunny abyss of office-workers.
This would be the last time he would grab coffee right before work. Heâd paid for the consequences already by nearly missing his morning meeting multiple times. Heavy emphasis on nearly as his shoes would audibly skid from turning from one corner to another upon the race he had against the clock, as the slippery leather of his shoes would nearly make him take a tumble if he hadnât corrected his footing once he began sprinting to his cubicle, and as he sat down in the uncomfortable seat of his chair, only to rise back up once Mr. White made his entrance, nearly missing roll-call. Out of relief, Clark would take a sip of his Frappuccino. The whipped cream deflated from the race, though its vanilla flavor was unaffected as the foam happily danced on his tongue, mixing deliciously with the sweetened coffee. he would feel himself replenished with energy the more sips he took. âDamn youâŠâ He would gulp, licking the vanilla foam off his lips, repentant in his mutter, âWhy do you taste so good? Right when Iâm supposed to let you go, you reel me back inâŠâ
Clark was a certified Metropolitan.
âSorryâIâm sorryââScuse me! Passing throughââÂ
Nearly there. The man was a mountain of muscle, sturdy and well-knit upon first glance, but Clark used his muscles for good, to protect others in situations where they needed him for leverage, not to harm. Upon instinct, he turned a shoulder for a woman to pass through, sparing little contact, then another when a father chased after his kid. It was hectic, his cup of coffee almost losing his grasp in midst of the scuffle, but Clark managed to find a silver lining in the crowd in midst of the clock ticking: the revolving door to the Daily Planet, an entrance Clark has become irrevocably beholden to.Â
âS-sorry!âÂ
A man yelled out, âWatch it, asshole!â In midst of bumping shoulders.Few met his height. Many would either desire to have his height, or to be in the arms of the man who towered over 6â4. Though, in the morning of Metropolis, most if not all deemed it a nuisance.
Breaking out of the herd of people, Clark felt liberated. His legs moved in larger steps, and his elbows spanned from his sides like how they normally should as he ran into the revolving door and pushed against the partition to turn. He checked his watch again. Three minutes left. âCome on, come onââ One hand squeezed his cup of coffee, and the other clasped his ID badge. His fingers felt slippery from the condensation of his drink, so he squeezed harder, pacing forward to the elevator, then faster when the elevator opened with only a single patron, you, occupying the space.
Faster.Â
Clarkâs thighs were on fire.Â
His watch, two minutes.
Faster. Almost there.Â
Clark let out one last breath as he was nearing, holding it out in preparation to stop the elevator door from closing. A relief of a smile came to spread across his face when it opened to accommodate his charging entrance from a few feet away. Usually, he was met by an expression of irritation by anybody who was occupying the elevator, but you looked bewildered, your eyes opening wide milliseconds later upon realization.Â
Fear, as your mouth opened to shout, âW-wait! S-slow down!â
It was all in slow motion, watching your face contort to a various of expressions, and then nothing, as Clark clenched the cup of his drink with the force akin to batter hitting a home-run, popping the lid off the cup in process, and spilling the Frappuccino onto the frightened man, with extra vanilla whipped cream and all. All you needed as a cherry on top of your head, and you were ready to be sold as a Monday lunch special.
Maybe his beginnerâs luck was running out of flame.
II: MAY.
Luckily, not many people seemed to use the bathroom in the morning. They mustâve gotten it all out of their system before coming to work. You were bent over the sink, wiping your face with god-knows how many paper towels.
âJust my luckâŠâ You grumbled, squinting at your reflection in the mirror as you wiped the corners of your eyes, then your forehead, and then your ears. No matter how many times youâd lave your face with water, you felt sticky, gross, and worst of all, you looked like a mess. You still had your hair and clothes to clean, the smell of vanilla syrup sickening to your nose. The latter was definitely going to require an insane amount of bleach and arm grease to get the coffee stain off.
The door swung open not too long after, and in came the culprit whoâd painted your clothes in brown and white, wide-eyed and panicked like he was searching for a lost puppy, then apologetic and defenseless as if he was the puppy that ran away.
âShoot, Iâm so, so, so sorryââ He brought his hands to his head, pulling at the messy dark curls of his hair. You side-eyed him, responding with nothing but silence, and then a crinkle of the paper towel as you squeezed out the water.Â
âSave it.â Your tone was pointed, though you didnât necessarily mean for it to come across as aggressive as it did. It was already a bad start to your day. Your milk expired, you ran out of frozen breakfast food, and the bakery you liked to visit in the mornings temporarily closed for renovations. All forewarnings to this very moment, where you had been cleaning whipped cream out of your hair. You held out another damp paper towel towards the man, and then waved it when he simply stared, or rather embarrassingly gawked at the mess he had created. âGet my neck.â
âY-yeah⊠Of course.â
Silence. You werenât sure how long you two have been at it, but youâve managed to fill the trash can half-way with the paper towels. In complete, utterly awkward silence. His touch was delicate, the paper towel gently cascading over your neck in small swipes, even though youâd shown him that you were more than capable to pierce through him with your glare alone. Laser beams would ricochet off your reflection, bounce off the tiled walls of the bathroom, and somehow strike him through the heart and tear that oversized vest right off of his large frame.
The anger only settled when the man repeated his nth apology, moving onto wipe your hair clean. You closed your eyes to calm yourself, breathing out a deep sigh, because it was a mistake. You were having a bad start to your day, and⊠so was he? Wouldnât be a surprise. Mondays were notorious in fucking up the week.
âItâs⊠fine. Not like you meant to do that.â You looked at him through the reflection, his brows scrunched from hyper-fixating on every lock of hair that was blessed with his whipped cream. Was he always this handsome? And why is he towering over you? Why is he so close?Â
âWho gets a Frappe in the morning though?â
âIâBlack coffee doesnât really help me stay awake.â A nervous laughter now that you were making conversation with him. It was the complete opposite of how he physically looked. A sheep in wolfâs clothing. âNor does it taste that good.â He muttered, cleaning the last lock of your hair.
âI would tell you to watch your sugar, but Iâm guessing⊠you got that down?â You didnât mean to make a comment on his broad body, but the difference in stature was laughable. â(M/N). You?â
âI-Uh, Clark. Clark Kent.â He washed his hands in the sink next to you, lips opening to what you could presume to be another apology. Youâve only met him for fifteen minutes, but you were beginning to catch his habits.
âOkay, Clark.â You stepped forward, crossing your arms, and you could feel the rattle of his gaze as he glanced at you from the reflection. âI work downstairs, at the gift shop. You can apologize by bringing me lunch for a month straight.â
âWaitâA month?! T-thatâs kind of expensive, donât you thinkââ
âHey, you can make it yourself. Get it from the supermarket. Scraps from a restaurantâs garage bin nearby. I donât really care.â You leaned against the counter, stifling a smile as Clark looked rather charming flustered like this. âIf you were really sorry, youâd be committed to making up for it nonetheless.â
âThatâs a little extreme for someone you donât knowâŠ?â
You shrugged, then turned on your heel. âSpilling a drink on someone isnât exactly an ideal way to introduce yourself, you know.â Dusting your fingers of water droplets, you began your exit. âAlso, I need a new shirt.â
âW-waitââ
âSee ya, Mark!â
âItâs Clark!â
Maybe his luck was just beginning.
III: JULY.
âSoâŠ? Ready to guess?â The smile on Clarkâs face was filled with anticipation. He watched you chew the contents in your mouth in an obnoxiously poised manner, an inside joke between the two of you as you two had been binging on cooking competition shows. You tilted your head in thought like the pretentious judge on one of those shows, pausing mid-chew like something strange had collided with your tastebuds, then continued as if it had faded away. âCome on, Iâm dying here.â
You swallowed, taking a sip of water to wash down the bread. âHey, I need more than a bite to figure the ingredients out!â
â(M/N), youâve practically eaten half of the sandwich already.â Clark took his half of the sandwich and sank his teeth into the pillowy bread.Â
âLook whoâs talking.â You rolled a piece of white bread in between your thumb and index finger until it formed a ball, and playfully threw it at Clarkâs shoulder. âI didnât get to eat dinner last night.â
It was a strange feeling in Clark when you said that. His chest swelled a little, as if his heart kicked it from within. âWhyâs that?â He slowed his chewing to clear his ears, putting aside his tastebuds for his attention.
âWell, theyâre expanding the gift shop, so theyâre asking me to work longer hours to help out. No one else said yes, and I need the money, so there was no question about it, you know?â He watched you dust off your fingers on a napkin. He knew of your habits now. Take a sip of your water, which you did, then fully settle your arms onto the table, unabashedly gazing into his eyes to give your tastebuds a break. His eyes altered to the tip of your tongue, peeking out to lick a crumb off your lip, and Clark mirrored onto himself.
It was a secret vaulted in the deep abyss of Clarkâs stomach - well, not so much considering Jimmy liked to run his mouth - but your eyes were his favorite parts about you. Even when they were seemingly set aflame on the day heâd met you, your orbs have since had a way to reel him in like bait and never seemed to have let go. He would find himself free-falling into what soon felt closer to home with every second that would pass by.
âDoesnât mean you have to skip dinner, though.âÂ
There was a breeze. Gentle and swaying like the jazz music playing in the balcony of the cafĂ©. It sifted through your hair like sugar would through fine mesh. One got caught on a few strandsâwindâ and it blew back to recognize your features with the sun, beaming on features that Clark would someday have the courage to say he adored.
âWhy? You thinking about bringing me dinner too?â He doesnât like that you tease him so effortlessly. Clark also doesnât like how easily flustered he gets, which prompts the cycle of teasing to begin with.Â
With hesitation, he tried it himself once, saying something about how you looked good enough to eat or something when you styled your hair back for a change. Though, what came out was something along the lines of: âYou look like you eat good enough,â and Clark would rather forget that interaction even happening.
âHavenât stopped bringing you lunch, if you think about it.â The memory of his first meeting with you brought a smile to his lips, and yours as well, because you two tend to sync thoughts.Â
âYeah, two months now⊠Whenâs that going to stop?â
âItâs a routine now. I donât think I can find it in me to suddenly stop feeding you.â
âHm, youâd make a good boyfriend, Clark.â
âYeahâŠâ
IV: AUGUST.
âNervous?âÂ
The powdery top note of your hairspray tickled your senses. You counted in your head, holding back a layer of Clarkâs hair in your palm. One, two, three, four⊠Once you reached thirty, you released, sealing the pushed back fringe in place with another layer of the grooming product.Â
âHow can you tell? Do I look nervous?!â Heâd been chewing on his lip, playing with his fingers, moving in his seat. It was like a toddler, but unlike a toddler, Clark was an adult. An adult who had enough awareness to refrain from making any sudden movements while someone had a scalding hot styling iron in their hand.
âClark, you havenât stopped shaking your leg since you sat downââ You delicately pulled a curly strand to the front of his forehead, and it was another reminder how easily Clark could pursue a career in Hollywood. If only journalism hadnât been such a strong passion for him. Though, with the way his nerves had been electrifying his bodyâmaybe he made the right call in the end.
âOhâSorry⊠Iâm justâI donât know. What if I mess up? I say the wrong thing to Lois, and then she hates me forever? Then what? She tells the entire office about what a terribleââ
âWhoa, I think youâre thinking way too far ahead here. What happened to you being Mister Optimistic all the time?â You ushered him to get up from the seat, and then handed Clark his dress shirt and tie. âBesides, I donât think Lois would do that. If you like her, that must mean she has some type of soul.â
âI guess so.â Clark muttered, changing into his shirt. Perfectly tailored to his body contrary to the oversized button-downs he was used to wearing. âYou wanna hang out after?â
âUh⊠you sure youâre going to be free? And not⊠you know,â Your brows raised, giving Clark a knowing look, and it was that flush of skin that you secretly adored coming in hot, boiling on the apples of his cheeks as Clark quickly deciphered what you meant.
âI donât sleep with people on the first date, (M/N).â It was priceless. The horror on Clarkâs face upon the accusation, his orbs retracting like heâd seen a spaceship landing on earth for the first time. You couldnât help but laugh out loud at his confession while tidying up his living room.Â
âI know a lot of people do! I just had to make sure.â You waited on the couch as Clark changed, replying to missed messages, scrolling through updates on multiple social media accounts, until you heard Clark approach from behind.
âAhem,â He cleared his throat, announcing his presence, and you turned upon the sound. âLooks okay?â
It was Clark.
It was Clark, but a more refined version of him. Not that he was sloppy in the first place, but simply⊠you could see him clearer, his own confidence radiating like it had finally discovered an escape to its freedom. His eyes, clear blues that sparkled even when the approaching night began casting shadows through his blinds and onto his glasses. It helped that you styled his hair back too, framing his face for the whole world to admire, and most importantly, for his date to as well. You reminded him to stand tall, and he took that into consideration through his posture straightening, and his chin raising.
âY-yeah, you look⊠great.â It was infectious. His smile while he admired himself through his mirror. His dimples smiled back at him, and you felt your own lips curling on their own, like youâve eaten a candy that was too sweet for its own good. âLois is going to love it.â
Cavity-inducing.
âYeah? OhâI have to pick her up soon. So, youâll be here, right?! I donât think Iâll be able to sleep if it goes wellââ Clark let out one last breath, then a shake of his arms, and he found his nerves rattling up again despite as he approached the door.
Ten steps closer than before to Lois.
âItâll go well, I promise!â It was his moment. Clarkâs moment. Yet, you felt weird about it. You wanted to look at him for longer, a sudden greed to keep him in his apartment for longer.
âAll right⊠wish me luck.â He turned to look back at you, appreciative in his smile, but his eyes looked guilty, meaningfully longing akin to the way he had looked when he spilled his drink on you.
Thatâs right.
âGood luck.â Apologetic, you remembered when he finally exited the room, and closed it shut.
Clark gave you cavities.
And like all cavities, you needed to get rid of them.
You needed to get rid of Clark.
V: DECEMBER.
It was partially his fault, wasnât it?
There was no doubt in mind that you and Clark have been spending less time together. Clark was never a big texter, but he found himself messaging you a lot more often to make up for the fact that he had rarely seen you the past few weeks. Lunch was spent with Lois, dinner was with Lois, drinks were with Lois, binge-watching TV⊠with Lois.
âYouâre always talking about LoisâŠâ
It was why he preferred meeting up, because you never answered your phone, especially these days. If he was lucky, youâd spare him more than four messages a day before saying goodnight.
You never liked saying goodnight, and neither did Clark. By preference, Clark liked to fall asleep on the phone with you where he would catch your snores, and the embarrassment of it all would keep you awake for a little longer, at least until it was Clarkâs turn to retiring for the night. It felt safe, knowing that he wasnât - to some extent - alone in his bed. That he could mumble your name in his sleep, and youâd toss in bed, his voice ricocheting off into your own dreams.
It felt intimate.
âHey, give me a call whenever you get back. Lois and I found this really cool aquarium youâd really like! I got a turtle keychain for you too.â
â(M/N)? Hey, I totally forgot about dinner last night! Workâs gotten so busy, and then Lois wanted to go out, and my parents were calling, soâLet me make it up to you? We can go to that diner youâve been talking about.â
âHey, (M/N)! Didnât see you at the shop today⊠Doing okay? Not sure if you got the sandwich I left for you on the counter. Or maybe someone had stolen it. But text me? Let me know?â
âItâs Clark. Why am I telling youâI saw you the other day, but⊠you seemed like you were in a rush? Iâm guessing renovation is taking a toll on you? Give me a callâŠâ
âHey, uh⊠Listen, If I did something⊠Will you let me know, please? I-I donât know. I donât know whatâs happening here, between us, but⊠I just. I missââ
Clark didnât want to seem obsessive. Absolutely not.Â
But this was getting out-of-hand. He was panicking. Heâd been panicking for the past few weeks since this whole charade had started. It was only right for him to worry like this, about his best friend. To go from aligning his lunch breaks with yours to sitting stone-faced at his cubicle with a half-eaten sandwich in his Tupperware was a huge disruption to his routine. It was like the world had turned against him in solidarity. Knowing his own mind, Clark deserved it.
There had been a farrago of missteps, too many of them to count, for Clark to simply shrug it off and see the silver lining through them for the next day, for the next week, or for the next month. It wasnât like before heâd met you, where he would simply get caught in a long line of office workers waiting for their coffee, and then received a free pastry because they had messed up his order twice. Or how he would sleep through his alarms, where his body clock fortunately alerted him awake before traffic would begin to dominate the streets.Â
No, this was different.
Heâd earned a raise since then, for his great work on profiling the Superman, but it was all he did now. When it wasnât Superman, it was being Superman, and Clark wished there was someone to talk to. To celebrate with, now that he can splurge a bit more on himself. To vent towards, about how it was obvious that heâd been holding Lois back since their relationship started. To shout with while he watched a movie because the killer had been in the main characterâs house all along. To lament towards, because Lois had called it quits, yet in spite of that, it wasnât as painful as the way you had been treating him. To scream out the monthâs omen with, because maintaining this double-life of his was wearing him down.
Moments of happiness, catapulting his memories of you with laughter and warmth, had felt like a wound. A piece of him was broken. He felt hollowed out - a pineapple without its core - more so than ever, losing you as quickly as he had became friends with you, as quickly as he had fallen for you. Spineless, if he just watched you slip out his fingers and float away.
He needed to bring you back. He needed to tie you around his wrist like a balloon, like how his Ma and Pa would when they took him to the fair as a kid. At least if you float away again, heâd chase after you like he shouldâve the first time.
If luck was on his side, youâd let him hold your hand and cruise the winter sky together. And if a miracle was in the palms of Clark Kent, heâd reckon voyaging the four seasons as one would turn over a new leaf.
VI: DECEMBER.
The air was frigid. The glass pane of your window shivered against the cold, frost webbing your reflection from corner to corner as you peered out into the city. Noses red and cheeks flushed, symptoms of the freezing cold as they endured the walk home. Careful steps across the sidewalk, into the street, as flakes of white fell to the earth.Â
For an alien, it would summon silence. Those sparkling crests that would melt upon contactâan invasion they would yell in terror as the flakes seeped into their skin like acid. But for humans, people like you, it brought laughter. Giggles pierced the air, couples holding each other close to gather heat, but to also keep each other from slipping, and the world had only felt warmer despite the snowâs best efforts.
Your smile reflected off the joy radiating off of multiple passersby. Kids with their guardians. Dogs with their owners. Parents with their own parents. The holiday was nearing, spirits ramping in midst. As the streets emptied, leaving you in nothing but the cruel howl of the wind, you couldnât bring yourself to caring about your favorite celebration. There was little need for your participation if you didnât have anyone to spend it with.
To be completely honest, it was your fault.
Clark was happy. He was happy to have someone who shared the same interest in him. He was happy that Lois could bring the best out of him, either out of his work or out of his personal ambitions. Lois would make Clark the man his parents would be proud to see after silently agonizing over months on whether the city would be good for him. He was happy to share this new chapter in his life with you, and you had little patience to see him blossom.
You couldnât bear it, knowing that it couldâve been you.
God, you were being childish. This felt like high school all over again, except⊠not really considering you werenât out in high school. Youâve watched enough coming-of-age films to know that the audience wouldâve deemed you immature. Worst of all, you wouldâve vented to Clark about how foolish the main character was being.
Your romantic experience had been limited to silently crushing on guys in your classes to hooking up with strangers through an app. Maybe that explained why you were acting out. Why you preferred isolating yourself from the root of your happiness instead of surrounding yourself with it. When was the last time you were ever in love? With the family dog? With her puppies? No, actually in love⊠with a person, with a man.
âFuck.â The ice cream in your mouth suddenly stung the back of your jaw the longer the spoon sat in your mouth. Youâve been looping Clarkâs voice messages, debating on whether it was too late to reconcile, whether he was too upset at you to even want to have you step a foot inside of his apartment.Â
âI miss you. I really miss you.â
You winced, groaning in discomfort, tensing your jaw as the voice message looped like some kind of hypnotic spell. âI miss you. I really miss you. Miss you. Miss. You. (M/N). I miss you.â
The sweetness bulldozed your molars. It was unbearable. You tended to your cheek, holding onto it as you hastily slipped on your coat and beanie.
Throbbing. Your gums.
Your hand yanked the door open, and you marched outside, into the blanket of snow.
Beating. Your heart.Â
The cavity was returning, and you needed Clarkâs help.
VII: DECEMBER.
Clark had mixed feelings seeing you at his doorstep.
This was not how it was supposed to go. He was the one that was supposed to be drenched from the snow. Shivering like an unkempt toy, with severed electrical currents making him twitch at the modest breeze, at the welcoming warmth. He peered down at you, where you met his gaze. Clark registered a broken and a contrite heart, and he could only respond in complete silence. Frozen in place because the visit was unexpected, but also because you made his heart swell to the point of nearing combustion, and it took all his might to control himself from pulling you into a hug.
âHi.â You sniffed, wiping your runny nose. There was a stark contrast between your body temperature and Clarkâs, he could feel the frost biting his own skin.
âHiâŠâ Clark took a step closer, but he couldnât cross the distance between you and him, halting as if there was an ice barrier. No, control yourself, Clark. âIâCome in.â
A wet layer of skin; narrow hills from your eye bags, past the apple of your cheeks, and down to your chin. Crystals would form along your tears if you hadnât insistent on wiping them clean. You never liked being vulnerable with him. With anyone, for that matter.
Clark stepped aside to welcome you in. You passed one glance at him, hesitant and apprehensive, but the warmth reeled you in, one shoe at a time. He was so close to you. Your arm nearly brushed against his, close enough as if it had almost nudged his elbow.
âYouâre freezingâI-Iâll make some coffee.â He headed towards his kitchen, then paused to glance back at you, resembling the skittish reporter you first met as his indecisiveness staggered his following steps. âNo, Tea? Hot water? I donât knowââ
âClark, that can wait⊠Uh, how about we talk⊠first?â Clark could see it. He could see how you felt like a stranger in his apartment, a place heâd nearly asked you to move in as his roommate considering you spent so much time here.Â
You carefully took off your coat, and Clark immediately went to your aide to gather it into his arms and put it on the coat rock. Though, not before letting the smell of your cologne linger in his nose, because god, he missed this.Â
âYeah, yeah. Letâs⊠talk.â He gestured towards his couch, tidying up the sweater that was beginning to feel constricting on his body.
Other than a tiny Christmas tree hiding in the corner of his living room, not much had changed. Everything was right where youâd last seen it, including a polaroid Clark took of you and taped to his âWall of Memories.â
Out of instinct, you sat at your side of the couch, and Clark sat to the left, right beside you. Your palms ran over the cotton upholstery, then paused when your finger dipped into a ripped hole you had accidentally created when you two were watching a horror film.
âSo⊠how are you?â Clark was staring. He didnât mean to, but seeing you beside him felt⊠unreal. Maybe he was dreaming. The space next to your hand looked inviting, so his own hand naturally found its place, laying it there with his pinky finger barely grazing yours. Youâre real. His pinky twitched when your finger brushed against the tip, and you pulled away. No, no. Come back.
âIâm good, wellâlong story, butâŠâ You sighed, and Clark was patient as you took a moment to gather your thoughts. It was unlike you. Not that it was bad, but it was extremely attractive how outspoken you could be, especially regarding subjects you were passionate about. It was like you rode the ocean waves, swam with large strokes because you had a goal in mind, to convince Clark that mint chocolate chip was the best flavor of ice cream and whatnot.
âBefore we catch up, Iâm sorry⊠I donât really know what I was doing, but it was my fault. Iâm childish, I know that. I pushed you away because I was jealous⊠of Lois. Andâplease donât hate me, but I hated how you looked at her. And how she looked at you.â You breathed, your eyes casted downward like you were ashamed of being capable of human emotions. Then they clenched, because you heard how incredibly thoughtless you were being, yet that didnât stop the tears from forming.
âAnd I was supposed to be happy for you, Clark. I mean, I knew I didnât have a chance to be with you, but I somehow convinced myself that one day, youâd look at me with the same amount of affection youâd look at Lois. I would wait, and wait, and it was getting⊠painful. I mean, who am I kidding? I shouldâve let you adjust first before growing impatient, but it felt like I was being replaced, and I was afraid of the inevitable, Clarkââ
Now, you were floating. And out of fear, Clark felt his hand come alive, and spider close to your hand again. Tie him before itâs too late. It was up to Clark to change the trajectory of your descent. The pinkie that had lain next to your own crossed over and locked over yours. The barrier of ice that had been building between the two of you shattered into a million shard and he was frozen. A million of them pierced into Clarkâs skin when he took your hand into his, and the clasp of your hand into his had bonded.
âClark, whatââ Your eyes widened, letting in fragments of Christmas lights to highlight the glossy sheen of the tears welling in your sight.Â
Without questioning it, Clark pulled you into his chest and felt the crumbled wetness stain his sweater. One by one, his fingers loosened to let go of your hand to support your body with his arms. Strong, thick arms wrapped around your body, fitted snug against you like a vest. There wasn't any resistance from your end, so he held you longer, then tighter in case youâd let go of him.Â
It had never felt so good holding someoneâs weight.
Two hearts pulsed against one another, and then as one as Clark buried his head into your neck in silence, while you rested your cheek against his shoulder. You clutched yearningly at his back, and Clark ran his palm over yours. Completely different motions, yet they told the same story, the same ending.
âI missed you.â In harmony, Clarkâs voice mixed with yours. Clark often marveled at it, how often he came into sync with you as a pair. Another, when you mustered up the remaining energy to blindly breathe out a sweet laugh against his neck, and he followed, his soft lips inking your skin with a grin.
He didnât want the hug to end, but it had to sooner or later. Clark needed to see you, as much as he needed to touch you. Releasing you from his hold, he settled for the middle. Large hands found their way back to the vacancy of your own pair and he leaned his forehead against yours, watching your eyes come back into focus as you gazed upwards, officially sharing his yearning.
âWhat are we doing, Clark?â It was dangerous. There was a heat to his cheeks that needed to connect with the one festering on your own. A dryness to your lips that needed a fresh paint of balm. Clark silently leaned closer, yet your gaze steadied, like you were silently anticipating something. âLoisâŠâ
âWeâre not together anymore.â He revealed once to his parents, and that was that. It was a strange feeling bringing up his relationship with Lois again, considering theyâd both healed from it and moved on as friends. It was better that way, felt better too.Â
Your lips parted for another question, but Clark was quick to answer. âNovember...â
âIâm sorryââ Undeniably, Clarkâs patience had run its course. He didnât spare a single second for you to catch your breath. Instead, letting gravity pull the weight of his head until his nose pressed against yours. Multiple forewarning bumps to your septum that made you crease your nostrils, a charming expression heâd later marvel over.Â
Clark allowed himself to sink further into you, applying all of his weight to push you back into the cushions of his couch to then finally capture your lips for one yearning kiss. It was cathartic. Heâd wanted this for months. His mouth on yours, his hand into yours, and now that it was finally occurring, Clark wanted to savor the moment. Your body was reacting prosperously, opening your legs to close the distance between Clarkâs body and yours. You wrapped them around his hips, condensing him groin to groin. Gentle tremors rattled down Clarkâs spine as he pressed into you, mouth and hip, stirring wondrous feelings that ignited from the bonded bodies. First with the utmost uncertainty, then with a starry vehemence upon catching your delightful little sounds in his lips, in his mouth, on his tongue. He swallowed, releasing your hands to tuck his left beneath your head. A cushion, or a reminder to him, as his thumb carefully caressed your cheek, that this was real, that this was happening. You gasped, occupying your free hands around his neck because you felt yourself slipping. Whether it was off the couch, or from your original state of delusion, Clark was going to catch you no matter what.
âI love you.â Scratch that, he was never going to let you go. Not this time. You had no doubts about that as he repeated those three words into your mouth like you needed convincing, then kissed you again to lock his stubborn pleas in place. His glasses bumped against your face, but the feeling of his mouth on yours felt too good for you to complain.
A breather, you pulled away soon because Clark was stealing your oxygen, and you needed to tell him before you would embarrassingly faint from overdosing on the simplicity of his kisses. You took one look at him, gently pushing his head back before your hands had taken his cheeks hostage and cupped them, analyzing what made you fall for him in the first place. Thick dark curls that fell gently over his forehead. Clarkâs eyes fluttered shut when your fingers ran through them, the pressure of his scalp gratifying like a long stretch in the morning. Wide frames that were too big for Clarkâs face, but had he gone any smaller, they wouldâve completely hid the beautiful blues of his eyes. You straightened the crook of his glasses, grinning because the bewildered look on his face resembled a puppyâs. His physical appearance made your heart skip more than a couple of beats, yes, but it wasnât the main attribution to your attraction.
Your hand trailed from his neck, to his chest, then to his heart. Boiling, his heart was pulsating rapidly like yours, and you sighed.
Because it was here. This was why you fell in love with him.
âI love you.â
His heart was making popcorn, and the scorching heat was rising to Clarkâs cheeks. âThank, god.â
Clark pressed one kiss to each of your palm before leaning back into you, and continuing where he left off. Your laughter was eaten up by his mouth. Suddenly ticklish as Clark catapulted your lips with an uncontrollable laughter of his own. His body shook with yours, heart pounding at oneâs chest to bond with the other as he held you close once again.
Nothing was funny. Just simply relieving.
Now tighter, drawing you into his arms when the collective laughter was enough for the couch to move a nudge and roll your intertwined bodies onto his floor. Clark could laugh all night long with you, something that could pull a world record if there was someone to verify the interaction, but something began aching inside of him when he was reminded of your hips against his, groins rubbing in simultaneous pleasure. He maintained his position on top of you, in between your legs, and seized the opportunity to press against you. When your laughter was interrupted with a stifled whimper, without a doubt, Clark was a goner.
âCan⊠I?â He leaned up, his curious palms on your inner thighs kept you spread on the floor. You watched inquisitively, anticipating, hardly masking it with a low-effort grin.
âCan you⊠what? Not sure what youâre asking, Clark.â Your elbows supported your body, leaning onto them as Clark bit his lips at your obvious teasing. You wiggled your hips while his hands did their best to avoid touching you there, anywhere but there, until you gave him permission. Chewing, because he was trying his best to control himself upon seeing your crotch twitch with agony.
âCome onâŠâ His palms roamed the back of your thighs, then towards the front again, because he needed to occupy the anticipation of his sweaty hands. âDonât make me say it.â
âIâm not a reporter like you, Clark. Unfortunately, I was never good at deciphering clues or hints. You pulled him down by the collar of his vest, wrapping your legs back around his hips because you loved making him flustered. âGive it to me straight.â
âIââ Clark surrendered at the touch of your lips on his. Gentle and sweeping, you kissed him like fall of snow, and he melted, whispering into your mouth, âI⊠want to make love to you.â
His voice registered sweet, in both mind and body. Your tastebuds bloomed when he kissed you again and slipped a tongue in without much warning. Your pants felt tighter as Clark began his antics again and ground himself against you, eagerly rubbing his larger bulge over your own. Clark was a growing cavity, festering right down to the root, but it was no longer painful.
It was indisputably pleasure.
âIâm all yours.â
There was something hidden in Clarkâs gaze, something that his glasses had been unfairly shielding from you. You reached up to put aside his glasses and felt your breath hike when the quick glimpse of his gaze matched the avidity of his mark to your neck.
He refused to part from you. Even with the eagerness of stripping you, he needed to be in close proximity. Knit vests off, Clark returned to mark at your neck. Sweaters tossed, he quickly studied your figure and where you were most sensitive with his tongue and palms Wet and warm, you whimpered. Pants kicked, he helped you out of them while he clumsily stumbled out of his. Slow down, youâd laugh with him, and Clark would find his balance with a hug from you before he could embarrassingly take a tumble. A trail of clothing led to his bedroom, where you laid on the bed while Clark sat on his knees, decorating your entire body with the tiniest, yet wettest kisses. He palmed himself to this, squeezing his erection to the restricted pulsation of your own. Every time he ran a marathon of licks up your leg, your briefs twitched. Clark neared closer to your thighs, then inner thighs, every lap, and the twitching doubled.
âClarkâŠâ It accidentally came out as a whine, and you were grateful that it did because youâd been keeping an eye on his clothed erection, watching it unfurl from a stuffy mass to an intimidating thick shaft where it began outgrowing his original side tuck and throb against his left thigh. It would be more than a handful, two if you were being pessimistic.
âBaby, be patient⊠I missed you.â The pet name came out of nowhere. They didnât have nicknames for each other, but Clark felt good calling you that, and seeing how your cock began pulsating rapidly at the sound of his voice, heâd reckon it felt just as good hearing it for the first time.
After teasing you with multiple sequences of nearly kissing your bulge, Clark finally caved in and pressed his mouth to where the tip of your erection was hidden. Its location marked with a tantalizing wet spot that made him moan when he could taste your salty leakage through your briefs. Mouthing it, licking it, you watched Clark with an open-mouth, finding yourself mimicking his licks to the open air as you imagined his own erection was in your mouth. You played with your nipples, and it was heaven. You could get off to this. Clark could too, as he began rutting into the mattress, laving the center of your briefs with his wet tongue.
âI wish you could see yourself right now. You look so sexy, soâŠâ Clark never finished his slurry of a sentence, clearly high off of his desire to ruin you. Your lids felt heavy, pinching and twirling your nipples to his languid mouthing like it was your lullaby. His voice came to a complete halt, a beat of silence that youâd come to query, until your eyes immediately widened at the warmth of his mouth surrounding your cock, finding your unspoken question answered.
âO-oh, Clark.. .Thatâsâmmf!â One hand was fondling your balls, while Clarkâs other was stroking himself through his briefs after tossing your underwear to the carpet. His mouth was full. Warm and breached with your stiff shaft. His cheeks hollowed, and your body arced toward the ceiling as a result of holding your moans back.Â
On the contrary, your body was trembling. Cold tremors electrified every bone in you as Clark explored your cock with his thick tongue, building your excitement to a rattle. Heâd secure you in his mouth, sucking and refusing to let you go even when your fingers laced and pulled at his hair, a lazy attempt to push him off, but it only encouraged him to suck harder, lick at the underside of your cock, at your veins, swirling over the glossy tip, tasting the salt youâd produce solely for him, because of him. âS-stop, Iâm going to come if you keepââÂ
âSorry, you just taste so goodâŠâ Reluctantly, Clark pulled you out with a subtle pop, wiping his remaining saliva on the back of his hand. Your cock was twitching in a shiny coat of spit as you and him both watched his masterpiece of a tongue have its remaining effect on you.
âMy turnâŠâ It was a declaration. You crawled forward onto all fours while Clark watched in anticipation. He sat up on his knees upon you reaching for the waistband of his briefs. With a slow pull, his large erection sprang free with a heavy bounce, and your pupils dilated. âJesus, ClarkâŠâ You removed his briefs, tossing it to join the floor, and he sat back on his knees while you marveled over his girth. Its size submitted you into silence. A tint of envy, but mainly of wonder as you couldnât possibly imagine fitting him inside of you.
âHey, you donât have toâŠâ Clark could see the fear in your eyes. The intimidation. Though, he would never admit that he was extremely turned on from watching your expression morph into utter astonishment. His cock, however, couldnât care less. Thick and mighty veins blasted from the base of his raging hard-on to the very plump tip of the bulbous head. It was as equally as inviting as it was intimidating.
âI want to. Iâm just⊠kind of jealous, thatâs all.â You laughed to yourself, wrapping a firm grip around Clarkâs shaft and watching in awe at how you couldnât close your fingers around him, even when you had adjusted your hand. Clarkâs cheeks were scalding. Was there an adjective to describe someone who was embarrassed, but extremely aroused right now? Heâd have to look it up, but he was that. He watched how your mouth practically salivated for him, working him in slow strokes because you were careful not to anger this phenomenon of a creature.
âYouâre perfect, wouldnât change a single thing about you. Where would be the fun in all of this if we all looked the same?â You hummed at the comforting words, somewhat feeling guilty over your cock hardening over such a sweet consolation.Â
Nonetheless, it wasnât something you were going to dwell on. You knew Clark loved your body, he wouldâve inhaled you whole if he could. As a token of appreciation, you nuzzled over the underside of his cock, lining gentle kisses over the veins that made you the hungry, desperate man you were displaying for him. âI love you.â
Clark would burn this image of you, drooling over the sight of his cock, over the tense of his muscles as you licked his abdomen, sucked at a birthmark on his hip, then hollowed your mouth out to accommodate his erection. âI love you.â He exhaled from his gut, nearly seeing the whites of his eyes as you didnât spare a second in warming him up to your throat.Â
âBaby, slow down⊠Youâre going to chokeââ
âMmfgghââ Sweet sounds. Delicious noises that made his spine tingle, that made his muscular chest puff up as it swelled with so much selfish pleasure. You looked up at him with such pureness, a determination that Clark was afraid to shatter if he made you stop, so he simply watched. Petting your head, brushing strands of your hair that threatened to obscure the parts heâd loved most about you. Your eyes sparked with glee as the salt of his cock watered your tastebuds. You let your hands roam free on his body. One palm admiring the toned muscles on his stomach, the other stroking the inches of flesh that havenât been in your mouth yet.
Then, your eyes filled with tears, as you became overzealous from your mouth blooming with arousal and heat as you took more of Clark. Past the tip now, your tongue flattened at the underside of his veiny cock to make room for his large shaft. Your cheeks hollowed while you sucked, and you could taste Clark leaking on your tongue again. Thick and salty pre-cum dancing over the bed of sprouts.
âBaby, carefulâŠâ Despite his warning, Clark couldnât help but thrust every now and then into you.
It was difficult stuffing Clark inside of your mouth, but you proceeded. Further and further, you sank your head. Clark carefully held you while his gaze marveled at the warmth of your mouth. Youâd splutter into a gag when you lodged him into the back of your throat, cramped and gratifying despite the tears in your eyes. Clark was quick to pull you back in case you choked on your own spit, and he knew you. He knew you were the type to take on a challenge. Before you could complain about him pulling you away, he brought you up for a kiss, meeting you half way as he bent forward. His hand was on your nape, tenderly massaging in case you pulled a muscle, and he smiled at your fluster when he pulled away. A thin line of spit connected the pair of lips, a display of devotion for one another. âYou did so well.â
While Clark laid you on the bed once again and reached for lube out of his bedside drawer, you were kissing at the underside of his jaw. Heâd left a mark on your neck, so it was only fair that you made your presence known as well. Your teeth nibbled on the stretch of skin as your lips wandered off to suck on a patch of skin on his neck. The smell of his body wash was strong in your nose when you buried your face into him, suckling until Clarkâs neck had skipped the initial stage of turning pink, and instead, an ardent red. âDonât finger me too much. I want to feel you.â Your cock throbbed in anticipation.
âNo way, (M/N). Iâm going to hurt you if I donât.â He sealed off any potential retorts from you with a smooch to your lips, and then affectionately bumped his forehead to yours, sparing you a teasing smile. âAnd I promise you, youâd still feel me even if I spent an hour warming you up.â
Your heartbeat spiked.
You brought your knees up after he placed a pillow beneath your lower back. Clark took his sweet time lubing his fingers and erection. There was an obvious motive behind the gaze heâd spare you. A smugness in the curl of his calming smile. He made sure you were watching as he bucked his hips up when he slimed his cock with a glorious amount of lube. The remaining lubricant was used to lather your rim, and then the surface of your lips as he brought his hand up-close.
âItâs cake-flavored. Havenât used it yet.â Clark said with a laugh, pressing his lubed thumb to the center of your mouth.
âOf course it is. Whatâs with you and sweets?â Your lips parted to let your tongue peek out and take a swipe at the wet layer of his skin. Artificially sweet at first, but it wasnât unpleasant enough to detract you away from it. After taking multiple samples of the lubricant, you closed your mouth around Clarkâs thumb, and that was when the base notes hit your tongue. The scent of vanilla tingled your sinuses, as well as the artificial flavor of the sweet commodity spreading pleasantly on your tongue the more you sucked. It tasted more like marshmallows than a cake, but you werenât complaining. You pushed his thumb out with your tongue and nodded in approval. âTastes nice. Why do you need it to taste like cake thoughââ
âBecause I like cake.â With a push of your thighs, Clark was back on his knees again. He haunched over to face your exposed entrance once you locked your arms around your legs, holding your knees to your chest. Then, he flattened his tongue over the smooth surface of your crack. One stripe to sample the quality of the flavor. Another to discover the depth of vanilla blossoming on his tongue. And then another few laps, because your bare flesh tasted infinitely better than whatever was mixed in that bottle of lube.
âClarkâŠâ You wished you could properly watch him. For now, you had to settle on blindly watching the top of his head from the opening of your legs, dark curls bouncing as he eagerly devoured and lapped up the layer of lube that slicked up your opening. His tongue swirled over the rim of your hole, teasing at first, to sample you again, then he pressed his mouth to your entrance. The movement of his languid mouth nipping and mouthing made you pucker. It was an automatic reaction, you clenched, then opened, and Clark seized the opportunity and slipped his tongue inside of you, officially tasting you. âC-Clark! ThatâsâMmf!â
Clark was under hypnosis. Everything that was said to him, that was plead towards him while he ate you out was drowned out by the sound of his slobbering. Two palms on your asscheeks stretched you out while Clark thrusted his tongue inside of you like daggers. When you clenched around his tongue, Clark pulled back to carefully push a lubed finger inside of you, spreading you back open. âI wish you could see this right now, (M/N). Your holeâs so pretty.â He looked up at you, lips beaten red and his fringe tousled, while he pumped two fingers inside of you now, smiling at the way your body had a mind of its own, floundering within your own hold, completely stripped of insanity and instead, disheveled over the smallest touch. âYou look so pretty.â Your cock twitched in solidarity.Â
For someone who made it seem like he absolutely got no action, Clark was a natural talent in pleasing you. His fingers were thick and deep inside of you, curling at various spots you hadnât even brushed once in your lifetime. You bit your lip, writhing in suppressed arousal, and Clark would watch in awe as he simultaneously licked around your rim and thrusted his fingers inside of you. Three now, spreading, twisting, and churning in and out of you smoothly with the help of a fresh paint of lubricant. His thick pecs bounced with every draw of his fingers, sweat beginning to form over his neck and shoulders as the heat between you and him only escalated. He broke out into cold sweats, watching you unravel your sanity before his very eyes, and Clark was eager to be the cause of your destruction, for you to equally ruin him.
Youâd let your legs collapse onto the bed a while ago, but it was fine, because once you were properly warmed up, Clark took matters into his own hands and balanced your feet over his shoulders, pulling out and orienting his hips before you. He slicked his cock in another layer of lubricant, the smell of vanilla mixing pleasantly with his arousal, and he leaned for a sweet, but confirming, pushing your knees towards your chest in the process.
âI love you.â He softly whispered into your mouth, forehead to forehead. Words of affection that you couldnât possibly imagine growing tired of. Your stomach was in knots, your heart tugging one way, and then another, as you two shared a gaze. A silent one, but surely meaningful because you felt close to tearing, looking into his sweet, adoring eyes. It nearly ripped when he repeated those three words again in your ear, gentle like the kisses he was adorning the shell of your ear, ticklish like the way he had been tracing your rim with the tip of his cock.
âI love youâŠâ It came out as a purr, and you gave his shoulders a loving squeeze. Iâm all set.
Upon the completion of your breath, Clark pushed his hips forth. Slowly, you felt your hole opening. Wider, as it took in Clarkâs hot pulse. Gasping, as it was a struggle to fit the head of his cock inside of you. Your body naturally reacted in pushing back the intrusion out of your body, swelling around the plump glans and clenching to prevent him from moving any further. âC-Clarkââ
âM-mm, relaxââ He grunted in the depth of your mouth, distracting you with another open-mouthed kiss. But Clark was persistent. He was nearly there. One more push, and he was in. He used the back of your thighs as leverage, pushed your legs further back, and pushed with careful might. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to break through the barrier that refused to let you two bond. Clark was pushing. You were pushing back. It was a battle for territory, a toll on your body as you broke into cold sweats. You inhaled at the increasing soreness, but nonetheless endured because youâd endured worse.Â
Youâd lived through the loneliness that was your life without Clark, and that was absolutely unbearable compared to this. The thought of spending eternity with him reconciled you with near pleasure. You two would go on to do everything together. Holding hands with him in public would be a no-brainer as you helped him shop for a new suit. Youâd celebrate his promotion over dinner, either homemade or a fancy restaurant, because Clark deserved the luxury of life. And if all things go well, heâd reward you for staying by his side and supporting him with a ring. Nothing too grand or magnificent, because you were never too keen for the lifestyle of the wealth. And knowing Clark, heâd ramble about how he could buy another engagement ring if you werenât happy with it, completely forgetting to ask you about the inevitable: Will you marry me?
Exhaling once more, you brought a hand to his nape and gently pushed his forehead to yours. Then his nose squished with yours when you felt your body arched off the bed in response to Clark finally breaching inside of you with one tantalizing thrust, goosebumps fluttering over your skin and amplifying the soreness by tenfold. âH-hh! Clark!â You choked out, straining your neck as your body felt like it was burning. Scalding with pleasure and pain all at once.
âI got you. I got you, babyâŠâ Clark slipped an arm beneath you, cushioning your body when gravity pushed you back onto the bed. He began lathering your neck in pacifying kisses, stilling his hips while doing so. âDoing so well, doing so good. You feel so good, you know that? You make me feel so good.â Clark was drunk on the grasp you had around his cock. So tight, you felt so tight, and he anticipated what youâd feel like beyond the first few inches of him.
âYouâre okay?â For moments now, heâd been kissing you to divert your attention from the pain. Wiping beads of sweat off your face with the back of his hand. Massaging your chest and playing with your nipples. Anything to get your body to relax. Though, the most effective remedy was when he gazed into your eyes and rambled. Clark knew that. He felt your muscles loosen when heâd make a silly joke, or when heâd bring up a memory about losing his shoe at work. Touching was the easiest effort and you loved the weight of his palms on you, but you were most sentimental about Clark finding other ways to temporarily shift your mind to a sanctuary. All in all, the power of his humility was a force to be reckoned with.
âIâm okay⊠Just been a while.â Your lips slurred against his, kissing Clark again, extremely appreciative of his patience. âThink Iâm all good now. You can move.â You confirmed with a gentle pat to his cheek.
âIâll make you feel good.â It was a promise.
Clark kissed at your ear. âIâll make you feel like you wonât want to stop when weâre about to end.â A symptom.
His lips moved to your neck. You shivered at the ghosting of his mouth, of his tongue, before heâd rightfully claim another spot on your neck as his own.Â
Clark reeled his hips back until only the tip was left inside of you. You whimpered at the emerging heat, but it was beginning to become bearable.
âIâll make you feel like you were made for me.â You felt yourself split into two when Clark brought himself forward. A gasp slipped when you felt your hole stretch. And then continued to push itself to its limits as he worked himself inside of you with gentle and subtle thrusts, until Clark was an inch deeper. The grasp you had on his shoulders was extreme, egg-shell white as the sweat in your palms threatened to loosen your grip. The husk in his voice trembled while you swelled around him. Rapid pulsations embraced the thick veins of his cock, seemingly massaging him out of appreciation, a token of your gratitude because pleasure had finally materialized in the loss of your agony.
The toned muscles of Clarkâs thighs slapped into the back of your sweaty thighs with every thrust. A salacious sound that wouldnât cease. Louder. Harder, when Clark was comfortable enough to properly move inside of you. âBecause you are.â
Properly stir your insides. Your face said it all. Your sight blasted as you watched Clark with dilated pupils, mouth agape like you had better counter to the flattery of the manâs words. Instead, you found yourself choking back on them. Words. They wouldâve been affectionate words. They came out as stifled moans because it was embarrassing for Clark to see you like this. Grunts when Clark lodged himself deeper inside of you. He was just as motivated by a challenge as you were. The challenge of making all sorts of delightful noises fall from your mouth out of your own will.
Sweat dripped off of him like heâd just returned from a blacksmith. A sweltering fire would heat him up. Not to burn him, but to make him pliable enough for the blacksmith to shape the perfect man out of Clarkâs flesh and bone. A chisel to carve out the deep dips in his upper traps, where your palms loved occupying. Another at his waist, where youâd hold Clark to help him dig you deeper. Then a hammer, used to forge the sturdy muscles on his athletic body. Deep hills and valley, crafted over his pecs and abdomen to let his sweat drain onto your body.
âYouâre made for me, as much as Iâm made for you.â Clark murmured.
A vow.
With that, Clark mounted you, both of his palms grounded to the space by your shoulders to stabilize his catapulted position. He pushed his full weight on top of you. Your legs folded towards your chest, alongside the sink of his body, until your knees signaled the end of their mobility. A kiss to your left calf to keep you alert, a bite to the other to warn, and Clark propelled his hips forward without the intention to stop. Further and further, your mouth and eyes widening as he tunneled through your contraction, until his cock was deeply-rooted fully inside of your hole. Clark settled himself inside of you with a yearning groan, and you retaliated with staggered cry.
âC-Clark, I feel so⊠full. Honey, fuckââ Your skin prickled with goosebumps knowing that Clark had fully breached your hole. There was no doubt about that, yet your hand snuck down to blindly confirm the achievement, to see if you could slot your hand between his pelvis and your ass. But Clark was pressed flushed against you. No gaps. Only the thick hairs of his pubic region came into contact with your fingers, and your cock twitched.
You were completely and utterly full to overflowing.
âYouâre squeezing me so tight, baby. You feel so good. So warm. So⊠tight.â Clark huffed out a few breaths and slid his cock nearly out before slamming it back into you.Â
âU-uh-huh.â You panted at the sight of his arousal. How gratifying it was to Clark, being inside of you, to the point where his eyes would roll back, and then feel the need to slow his deep thrusts, because he was close. You could tell. You could feel his cock throbbing harder. Veins hotfooting a nearing high as you stimulated his aching muscle, and you were stroking your leaking dick to the feeling.
âI love this⊠I love you. I love making love to you.â His cock hammered your insides, the thick head of it raking past your sweet spot. It made your cock tremble, your glans crying out with thick, teary pre-cum. When your moans hiccuped a pitch, Clark realized he had mined gold.
âC-Clark, I love youââ Your firm cock slid through your closed fist every time he moved, the creaking of bed springs following every motion of his thrust. It wouldnât be long before you made a complete mess on your body. âOh, godââ Clark clasped his mouth around your tongue, greedy to feel your moans ricochet off the walls of his cheeks, and into the depth of his throat. Veins charged his arms as he pinned your hips to the bed. You were floating, higher and higher. The roam of your hands, over his sweaty pecs, his shoulders, his neck, his abdominal muscles, his armsâyou were stimulating Clarkâs body so he doesnât stop. Motivating him to blind you with his devotion, starry skies and all.
âP-Please, Clark. God, thatâs so good. You feel soââ Forehead to forehead now, Clark was watching you passionately through heavy lids, alternating his gaze from the silent plea in your eyes, to the beaten and swollen muscle of cock in your jerking fist. All while he throbbed inside of you, overwhelming you with the pulsating of his thick cock veins, making love to your hole with the refusal to stretch his approaching climax.
So close, you were so close. You held Clark by his neck with one hand, and refused to let him pull away.
Faster and faster, his cock consistently drilled into your prostate, drumming against it with a deep swivel of his hips and more, until you couldnât hold back your cries. Your pulse raced as your cock twitched with your heartbeat, speeding the flicks of your wrist to outpace Clarkâs thrusts.Â
It was a tense battle to see whoâd erupt first. Harder. Harder. Faster. You were a mess, and so was he. You made him a mess. A drunk intoxicated by carnal desire. Sweat clung onto his fringe, yet he had never looked so attractive, powering into you like a madman, impaling you with his love, with his devotion, with all of his might, brute force, through gritted teeth. You gripped him hard by his biceps, unsure of whether your cries of pleasure were heard between the thunderous sound of his thighs connecting to your asscheeks and the creaking of bed springs. You took a chance to cry out again, to warn him that you were close.Â
âC-Clark, Iâm going to comeâŠâ The bubbling feeling had been too irresistible to delay any longer. Clark locked eyes with you upon your alert, and groaned. His tongue came out to skim the bottom of your lip, and you strained forward to cover his mouth with yours, sealing the pair of lips in a slow kiss, contrary to the rapid rhythm that had overtaken the rest of your body, and it stole your breath and made you all dizzy. Your cock only needed three more pumps.
Clark panted a few quick breaths, bracing his body in anticipation by clutching onto your hips until his fingers had turned white. âWant to see you come from my cockâŠâ What you heard in his murmur was beyond want.Â
It was need.
Two.Â
You reminded Clark that you were going to come.
One.Â
His forehead pressed hard against yours, and he switched his gaze to your jerking fist.
âClarkââ
âLet it out. Show me how much you love me.â
You yanked your hand a millisecond before the inevitable, and Clark watched in pure bliss, maintaining his thrusts as your cock erupted with white. Thick shots of cum catapulted across your body with the aid of Clarkâs thrusts drilling semen out of you. Layers of creamy ropes messily inked your body from abdomen to chest, and that was all it took for Clark to spill his load inside of you.Â
His hand like claws on your waist, he pummeled your insides for a few more seconds, delivering your ass with powerful thrusts, and you sobbed out in between breaths, clutching a bundle of his hair in both fists. Finally, Clark grunted, unloading himself inside of you with a scalding bite to your lips. You felt his cock pump, his balls jolting as it drained itself inside of your cavity, filling you up with an unspoken affirmation that you were his. He pushed his cum deep into your hole, powering through the cold tremors overhauling his body, and resumed thrusting inside of you.Â
Shallow and slow, but enough to spread himself all over your walls. Enough to remind you of the memory when you had been claimed as his, in case youâd ever forget.
You shuddered, dropping your legs to wrap them around his waist, because you could never forget. Couldnât if you had tried. Not when he was milking his orgasm into you, dumping his warm seed into your hypersensitive hole until he filled you to the brim. Not when you prevented him from pulling out, because you pressed the heel of your feet into his lower back, and countered his thrusts with swivels of your pelvis, gluing him shut to you.Â
Until you were bonded to him.
âI love youâŠâ Lethargy in his voice, his eyes closed. Clark worked so hard, and you immediately rewarded him with a slow kiss, embracing him close to you after.
âI love you.â He tucked his head into the crook of your neck, evidently gratified by your response as you felt the corners of his lips tug into a smile. You murmured sweet praises in his ear, petting the back of his head to calm the electrical currents stimulating his body.
âWe⊠have a lot of catching up to do, by the way.â Clark suddenly spoke, and your eyes weakly opened, inquisitive over the strange tone in his voice.
It was also funny. How absolutely massive the man was, yet in your arms, he was cuddling up to you as if he wasnât aware of his own weight plastering you.
âYeah? Something on your mind, or you wanna save that for tomorrow?â You idly twirled a piece of his hair around your finger, windmilling it out of affection.
âI mean, I guess so? Itâs been on my mind since weâve met. And itâs been killing me on the inside.â The stubble on his chin tickled you when he lifted his head to look at you. The expression on his face suddenly made his warning seem all the more significant.
Concerning, as you propped yourself on your elbows and frowned. Despite your risen position, he was insistent on continuing to rest his weight atop of you, not that you had minded. âYouâre kind of scaring me, Clark. What is it? Did you get fired or something?â
âNo, no. Nothing like that. IâItâs justâŠâ He stammered, then heavily exhaled. Thoughts of regrets plagued his mind at first, but he trusted you. You could see it in the light of his eyes. âOkay, here it goes. You know... how Iâve written multiple articles about Superman?â
ââŠYeah? Got you on Perryâs radar, didnât it? He seems to only like talking to you, which is impressive. Not surprising thoughââ
âYeah, well⊠Itâs justâthereâs a reason why⊠he only sees me.â
âWhy? Is it because he saved you orââ
âClark, what are you doing with your eyes?ââ
âWait, holy crapââÂ
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Hey! Can I request a Clark x reader where they're dating but reader doesn't know Clark is superman. And then superman interacts with them for whatever reason and is flirty bc that's his person!!! But reader is like âïž hey buddy back off. I'm HAPPILY taken
this is such a cute request!!!! Argh!!!!
clark kent/superman x gn!reader. fluff, brief danger but r is okay. superman flirting with you but he's dating you? he's just a goober. i lub him <3 PLEASE feel free to imagine maws!clark. I feel like this is very himcore đ„°
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Being a florist in Metropolis is good work. Lots of people still buy flowers, which is great. Many actually buy bouquets for Superman and leave them on display as support. Poppies, yellow tulips, and cornflowers. They're one of your favorite arrangements.
The downside to being a florist in Metropolis, however, is that on occasion, your flower display ends up the target of a killer robot.
You're not sure why that is. Mostly, you wish people would stop building killer robots.
You've gone outside to see what the commotion is about when you're grabbed by a metal claw. It squeezes hard, almost cutting off your air. You squirm in terror as the robot stomps down Main Street, crushing cars and asphalt in its wake.
"Help!" you scream when you catch your breath, and the robot squeezes you harder.
A dizzying blur of red, yellow, and blue zips past you. You think of your flowers.
The blur cuts through the metal like nothing. The robot begins to collapse, twitching and groaning. Its metal creaks, grip loosening on your body.
You hardly fall before Superman is there, cradling you to his chest.
"I've got you," he says, tucking you close.
You look up at him, and he beams at you, like saving you from a killer robot has been the best part of his day.
Come to think of it, Superman came to your aid surprisingly fast, even for him.
And he holds you... intimately. Like you've known him for years. Your heart picks up.
"Uh," he says, cheeks flushed. "Areâare you okay?"
You smile politely, arms around his neck. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Superman."
He nods, flying down the street. "Good. I'll get you back to your shop and clean up the flowers."
You tilt your head. "How do you know I'm a florist?"
Superman looks at you, blue eyes wide.
"Oh! I... uh, I've seen your arrangements all over the city. They're beautiful. I'd never forget that they belong to an equally beautiful face."
Goodness. If Superman is this forward with everyone he rescues, it's no wonder your flower arrangements are in high demand.
"I'm flattered," you begin, and Superman once again aims that grin with the power of a thousand suns at you. "But, respectfully, I'm very happily taken, so I would appreciate it if you'd keep this rescue professional."
Superman raises an eyebrow. To your surprise, he smiles wider.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't realize you were taken. My sincerest apologies. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"No, it's alright. I'm honored, but you couldn't pull me away from my boyfriend even with your super strength."
Superman's cheeks turn pinker. He sets you down in front of your store with the utmost care, not letting go until you have your bearings. He takes a step back, rubbing his neck. The gesture makes your brain itch. You don't know why.
"Well, uh, he must've done something right if he's lucky enough to be with you."
"Luck has nothing to do with it," you say fiercely. You don't know why you're so indignant about defending Clark's reputation to Superman. It's not like Clark will ever hear about it.
"No?"
"Not at all. He's an incredible person, kind and smart and loving, and if anyone's lucky, it's me."
Superman makes an aborted gesture to take your hand, then redirects and awkwardly pats your arm instead. You squint at him. He quickly moves away.
"Ah. Sorry. Well, I doubt that. I bet you're equally spectacular."
"Oh. Thank you."
You primly take his hand and give it a good shake. Superman bows his head and laughs.
He takes a step back, eyes bright like you've just made his day.
"Well, I wish you the best with your boyfriend. I'm sorry for being so forward. I've seen your Superman bouquets; your reputation precedes you. I make it a point to know reputed people in Metropolis."
"I can't imagine I'm very high on that list," you say.
"Ah, you'd be surprised. Besides, I never forget a face."
Superman darts behind you and moves at neckbreaking speed to clean up your partially maimed flowers. In three seconds, it's returned to its former glory.
"Well, uh, I'll be seeing you," Superman says, hands clasped behind his back. "I mean, I hope not in a circumstance like this! Th-then again, when else would we see each other? Scratch that, I hope there's no reason for us to cross paths because that would mean you're in danger. Uh, but I don't mean that in a bad way! I justâ"
You snort and reach over to take a yellow tulip from your display. You give it to Superman, who takes it like you've just handed him a newborn baby.
"I'm still taken," you say. "But you're very sweet, Superman. Take care, alright?"
"Yeah," he says, tucking the tulip into the strap of his cape. "Yes, you too. Goodbye!"
He soars away, the tulip like a star on his cape.
Superman is handsome and kind, no doubt. But he's certainly no Clark Kent.
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Professor Superman
A/N okay this one's a one-shot I've been working on. I'm kinda nervous because I've never written for Clark. Let me know what you think!!
Summary: Reader is a student of Clarks who gets an internship at the Daily Planet. Clark is proud but his feelings take a turn when he realizes Lois is taking her to Gotham for research. He wants to protect her at all costs.
Warnings: Cursing, attempted kidnapping, smut, oral (female receiving) praise kink, Sex P n V, Unprotected sex, Creampie.
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I stared blankly for a moment, at the door in front of me. My heart was racing as I tried to will my hand to move. I only had to ask a simple question. Yet, I can not bring myself to know on the door. If I didnât do this. I would likely fail the assignment and the internship. But the man was so smart and intense. I was too intimidated by him. What if I could not speak and only caused myself to look like a fool? Iâd surely lose the internship then.Â
I took a deep breath looking down at the paper in my hand. I had to do this. This is important. I looked back at the closed office door in front of me. Tentatively, I reached up and tapped my knuckles lightly against the wood.Â
âCome in,â A gentle male voice answered my knock. With a shaky breath, I forced a smile on my face and grabbed the handle opening the door. His eyes shifted from his computer as I took a step into his office. A warm smile spread across his face once he recognized me.Â
âSorry to bother you, Mr. Kent, Iâve finished my paper and I just wanted to ask if you could look over my revisions?â My voice came out quieter than Iâd planned. I often had that problem when speaking to him.
âItâs no bother at all, Iâve been expecting you to drop by. Take a seat, Iâd be happy to look it over.â He offered, gesturing to the chair in front of him. Professor Kent teaches a Journalism class at the university. He also works full-time for the Daily Planet paper. Heâs incredibly intelligent. Each year he considers a few of his students for an internship with the newspaper. But only one of us could earn that position. I really want it. And currently, Iâm one of his top candidates.Â
I took a seat across from him trying to calm my nerves as I extended the paper out to him. He met my eyes. âYou know, Journalism is more than just writing, and telling a captivating story. Itâs about doing things that scare you, doing things that make you uncomfortable to chase down what you want to find.â He looked down at my shaky fingers as he slid the paper from my grip.Â
âI understand that youâre nervous. But you have no reason to be. You continue to surprise me with just how far youâll go with each assignment you turn in. If I were to make the final decisionâŠâ He paused looking up to make sure the door was closed, so no one would hear. âThe internship would be yours,â he smiled. I blushed.Â
âThank you, Professor Kent. That means a lot.â I relaxed a bit as he leaned forward in his chair and started to read through my article. This article is my final piece. And itâs what will be submitted to the Daily Planet as my entry for the internship. I bit my lip awkwardly, trying desperately not to stare at his face as he read. His fingers tapped on the table as he looked up from the desk.Â
âY/n, This is incredible.â He smiled. My cheeks flushed staring down at my hands in my lap.Â
âYou donât have to say that,â I stuttered.Â
âI donât,â He agreed, âBut itâs true. Iâve only been teaching on campus for about 5 years but Iâve never had a student as dedicated as you. Iâm impressed. I think Ms. Lane will be too.â I nodded, giving him a shy smile. âAre you ready to turn this in?â He asked. I nodded letting out a deep breath.
âYeah, yes. I think so.â I said. He let out a chuckle.Â
âDonât be nervous. Itâs great. Iâll take this in, first thing tomorrow.â He gave me a gentle smile.Â
âThank you, So much. Professor Kent. I appreciate all you help!â I said as I stood to leave his office.Â
âOf course,â he paused. His eyes scanned me for a moment. But I was buzzing with too much nervous energy to notice the way they lingered. âAnd please call me Clark, I have a feeling weâll be working together before long.â He winked. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt my cheeks heat up.
âThank youâŠClark.â I smiled. He gave me an approving nod before I turned and left his office.Â
The next week was agony. We had two more classes with ProfessorâŠ.Clark, each time I stayed behind to ask if heâd heard anything. And each time he would give me a sympathetic smile and tell me to âhang in there,â just a little while longer. I should hear soon. He assured me that I was a good writer and that I shouldnât get discouraged. But I couldnât help it. Now it was almost 5 pm on Friday, surely if they didnât call soon I wouldnât know anything until Monday.Â
I paced my apartment phone in hand begging it to ring. But when I checked the time at 5:30 and still, nothing. I gave up. I let out a deep sigh, setting my phone down walking to the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. I set the glass on the counter and popped the cork. I filled the glass and almost dropped the bottle. My phone was ringing. I quickly set the bottle down and ran to the living room picking up the phone. I didnât even check the number before I answered.Â
âHello?â I answered almost out of breath.
âHello, is this Y/n?â a female voice asked. I nodded but then remembered I was on the phone and quickly found my voice.Â
âYes, Maâam, it is,â I answered her. She didnât miss a beat.Â
âGreat, This is Lois Lane, with the Daily Planet. I understand this is a bit late on a Friday evening but do you have time to meet with me at the office tonight?â my mind raced trying to find the right words.
âSure, I can be there in 15 minutes. If thatâs alright?â I asked her. We agreed on the time and after I thanked her, the call ended.
I very quickly realized I was not in the proper attire for this meeting. I was in running shorts and a hoodie. I tore through my closet trying to find a pair of dress pants that would work. I found a simple white cotton top to pair them with and some flats and ran out the door. I fixed my messy bun in the apartment building's front doors before starting to walk. The Daily Planetâs main office was only a few blocks away. I got it to the building just in time and made my way inside.Â
At the front desk, I introduced myself and was directed up to the 4th floor for my meeting with Lois. I stepped on the elevator and pushed the button for my floor. I was starting to shake from the nerves. When the doors opened I was met with a familiar face. Standing at a desk a few feet away Clark was standing talking to a woman with auburn hair and kind eyes. They both looked up when the elevator sounded.Â
âY/n,â He smiled. âIâm glad you could make it.â I smiled at him and the woman stood and turned to greet me.Â
âMiss Y/n, Iâm Lois Lane. Itâs nice to meet you.â she offered a kind smile. I shook her hand and she gestured for me to sit with her at her desk. âAs youâre aware you and others from Mr. Kent's journalism course at the university have been under review for an internship with the Daily Planet. I would have just called but Clark insisted for you to come into the office.â She chuckled softly.Â
I looked up at Clark nervously, he squeezed my shoulder reassuring me. âY/n,â Lois continued. âThe Daily Planet would like to officially offer you the internship starting next week.â I couldnât help the smile that spread across my face.Â
âThank you, Ms. Lane, I accept that offer. When do I start?â I asked, eagerly. She chuckled softly.Â
âIâll send you an email with all of the details on Monday. You should be able to start with us on Tuesday.â I nodded. Â
âThank you again,â I said. She nodded, giving me a smile.Â
âOf course. Weâre excited to work with you,â she stood and started to gather her things. âI apologize, Iâm not trying to rush you out of here. Iâve got a date this evening I donât want to be late for. Clark, can you walk her out?â Clark nodded waving to Lois as she already started to head toward the elevator.Â
âOf course, I can, sorry for keeping you Lo, have fun tonight.âHe winked. Lois rolled her eyes at him.
âForever the gentleman,â she laughed, â Iâll see you next week,â she said as the elevator doors closed behind her.Â
âI told you weâd be working together soon!â Clark chuckled. I turned to face him but I couldnât find the words. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around his middle hugging him. He was a bit surprised at first but he returned the hug.Â
âThank you,â I said softly. Remembering myself I pulled away quickly, my face flushed and embarrassed. âI-Iâm so sorry, that was incredibly unprofessional. I-â Clark cut off my rambling.Â
âItâs alright. You earned this. And youâre going to do amazing things here, Iâm sure.â He squeezed my shoulder encouragingly. âLet me walk you out.â I nodded and waited while he got his jacket off of his desk chair. We rode down in the elevator together and walked out through the main lobby. âWhereâd you park?â He asked, offering to walk me to my car.Â
âOh, um, I walked actually, I live close by,â I told him. Clark looked out the front doors and watched as rain was coming down outside. He frowned.Â
âCould I give you a ride? Call me old school but I certainly canât let you walk home in this rain.âÂ
I hesitated for a second. He looked back out at the rain and back to me, his eyes full of sincerity.Â
âUh, I mean, itâs really not far,â I argued. It wasnât that I didnât want to. Just that my head was starting to get kindness and flirtation confused. I already embarrassed myself once with him today.
âItâs pouring rain, Y/n, it's no trouble I promise.â He countered. I gazed back outside. He was right, it had started to pour. I would be soaked just stepping out into it. Let alone walking all the way home. I looked back to Clark and nodded.Â
âOkay,â I spoke softly. I watched as Clark pushed the door open and then opened up his umbrella. Of course, he was prepared. I look even more foolish now.Â
âCome on,â He smiled. âThereâs enough space for both of us under here.â He chuckled. He walked us out to his car and opened my door for me holding the umbrella while I got in so I wouldnât get wet.Â
It was quiet for a moment while he started the car. I had to remind myself again that just because a man is being nice doesnât mean heâs interested. I looked over at him, his head turned back as he pulled out of the parking spot. I donât know when Iâd developed this little crush on him but it had to stop now. God, he was handsome though. His jaw was sharp, but his eyes were a soft but intense blue. His curls were dark and I found I desperately wanted to know what it felt like to drag my fingers through them. I shook my head. No, heâs my professor. Heâs at least 15 years older than me. I shouldnât be thinking about him like that. He surely didnât see me that way. And we work together now. I have to be professional.
I pushed down my thoughts and focused, directing Clark to my apartment building. He paused abruptly when I pointed out the parking lot. He crooked an eyebrow his face completely surprised.Â
âNo, this is it? Really?â He asked.
âUh⊠yeahâ I answered hesitantly. Clark let out an awkward chuckle.Â
âIâm sorry, Itâs just funny. I live in the building too. Iâm on the 5th floor.â He said. My brows raised completely shocked.Â
âIâm on 3.â I stuttered.Â
âI canât believe weâve never run into each other.â He laughed dumbfounded. We got out of the car. Clark met me with the umbrella. We took the elevator up together.Â
âHave a great evening,â He started âIâll see you next week,â He smiled. I blushed softly.Â
âYou too Clark,â I said as the elevator opened to my floor.Â
âOh and if you ever need a ride to work, Just let me know,â he winked. I giggled softly and waved as the doors closed.Â
Iâm royally fucked.Â
I started with the Daily Planet the following Tuesday. I expected that they would have me refill copy machines or make coffee or file documents in the archives. I was shocked when I was given an assignment. It wasnât in the field. It wasnât going to be printed. But they told me if I wanted to eventually work for the planet then seeing how I handled personal assignments was key. It was due to Lois at the end of the week. Only 4 days to do research and write the article. I sat at my desk and poured over everything I could get my hands on. It felt a little lonely. My desk was farther away from the main writers and it was a bit smaller. But it would do. Clark and sometimes a few of the others would offer me to join them for lunch during the week but I usually skipped it. This was important. If I wanted to earn respect and make myself a place around here this had to be good.Â
On Friday I was once again working at my desk, typing like mad trying to finish and edit my article.Â
âYou donât have to work yourself so hard. Youâve already earned your spot you know?â Clark's voice said from somewhere next to me.Â
âHow many of your students have been hired on at the Planet after the internship Mr Kent?â I asked. He started to protest the question. Then he let out a deep sigh leaning against my desk.Â
âTwo,â He answered honestly.Â
âI may have the internship, but I havenât earned my place here.I have your respect but I have to earn it with the others,â I replied. He nodded, his eyes connecting with mine.
âCan you at least break for lunch?â He pleaded.Â
âIâm going to eat at my desk. Iâm almost finished. And this has to be done and on Loisâ desk by 2 pm. She leaves early today.â His eyes were sad but I knew he understood. Â
I finished the article. I waited nervously at my desk waiting for Lois to call me over.Â
âThis is good,â she said when she finally did. âYou have work to do, I want to see how your research improves when you're out on the field. But for just starting, this is great.â She added. I nodded waiting for more. I knew she wasnât finished.Â
âNext week youâll be coming with me, Iâm doing expose research in Gotham, I want you to come to observe and take notes,â she stated. I nodded again.Â
âIâll be there, ThankâŠâ
âLois, Gothamâs dangerous you canât take her with you.â Clark interrupted. Lois peered up at him over my shoulder.Â
âClark,â She sighed. âAll due respect. Youâve taught her all you can in the classroom. But Iâm her teacher now. And the best way to learn research is out in the field hands-on.â She retorted.Â
âIâll be with Lois, Iâll be okay,â I assured him. He wasnât having it.Â
âShe wonât learn anything if she gets hurt. The crime rate in Gotham has skyrocketed it isnât worth the risk. Does Perry know about this?â He asked. Lois scoffed.Â
âAs a matter of fact, he does. Heâs already approved it.â she told him I donât know what came over me. If I was angry that he was trying to stop me from going when this was my chance to earn my way in. Or if I was angry he thought I was weak.Â
âAnd, I can take care of myself! I donât need you hovering like Iâm so fragile! You may have taught me but I got myself this far, Mr. Kent. Weâll be just fine.â I snapped. Clark stared dumbfounded. His mouth hung open, he was at a loss for words. Actually, everyone was staring.Â
âShows over,â Lois spoke loudly âYou can all get back to work,â she announced. I looked back at her apologetically.Â
âLois, I..â Clark started. She quickly cut him off.Â
âClark, I have to leave, I donât have time for this. Itâs settled sheâs going,â She looked back at me, her eyes softer and sympathetic. âIâm out for the day, and youâve finished your work, If youâd like to go now your welcome, Iâll see you Monday,â she smiled. I nodded at her giving her a nervous smile. She turned then and walked out.Â
âY/N, please think about this. I donât want you to getâŠâ He started.Â
âIâm going to go, as well, Mr. Kent⊠Iâll see you next week.â I stood and walked to my desk grabbing my things. I walked past him to the elevator without another word.
Monday morning I was in the office early. Lois and I met at the office so she could debrief me before we left. She was interviewing with billionaire Bruce Wayne. He had connections all over Gotham, she wanted intel on any possible underground organized crime. Iâll admit it certainly was intense for my first time in the field. But it would be great practice.Â
The city of Gotham was not nearly as wicked as Clark made it out to be. Mr. Wayne was amicable. He didnât want to be there but he respected us so much as we respected him. The next few days we went back. We checked out some of the sources that Bruce had given. We got closer and closer to what she was looking for. Someone was definitely covering up organized crime in Gotham. Â
Late Thursday night we were headed back to the car. It was almost 9:30 way past office hours at this point. But as Lois informed me. Good stories donât live within the time clock. We were about to drive back and head home for the evening. We were only a few blocks away. I heard Lois scream from behind me. I turned back to look and felt myself being pulled backward. Someone had ahold of my arms dragging me off the sidewalk.Â
âLet me go!â I demanded. Struggling in the stranger's grip. âLois!â I called.Â
âShut up, what the hell are you bitches doing here?â a male voice asked. I heard Lois cry for help. I continued to struggle.Â
âIâm not telling you anything. Let go of me. Someone HELP.â I screamed. Unable to break loose from the manâs hold.Â
âListen bitch! I told you toâŠUnghâ The man grunted he fell back suddenly my arms slipping from his grip. I looked up my eyes going wide. Superman. Heâd heard our screams.Â
I watched as he took care of Loisâ attacker breaking her free. He spoke softly to her. His face looked almostâŠstern. She looked at him her eyes deeply apologetic. I couldn't hear what was being said. He patted her shoulder giving her a soft smile after she assured him she was okay. That I did here.Â
âAnd you, are you okay?â He was on his feet now. He landed right in front of me. My eyes met his. They looked so familiar. I nodded.Â
âYou⊠saved me. I.. I donât know how to thank you.â I stuttered. He smiledÂ
âItâs what I do. Iâm just thankful I made it before you were hurt. Now please get home safe.â He added. I nodded still in shock. I felt Lois squeeze my shoulder and we walked back to the car. Superman hovered close watching to make sure we made it. Once we were inside he flew off.Â
âDo you⊠know him?â I asked Lois suddenly. She paused looking at me.Â
âWeâve met before. This job can be, dangerous at times. Can you handle that?â She asked. I thought for a moment. Could I? I couldnât get myself out of this situation. But I didnât back down either. Finally, I nodded.Â
âYes, I can,â I answered.Â
âGood, now let's get home. We both could use some rest.âÂ
In the office the next day I was typing notes for Lois. I was back and forth at her desk all day. At one point I paused looking over at Clark. He looked exhausted. And stressed. He looked slightly disheveled. He was aggressively tapping at the keys on his keyboard.Â
I approached him slowly.Â
âHey, are you alright, you look tired I can get you some coffee if youâd like,â I offered. He shook his head not looking away from his computer.Â
âIâm fine Y/n, thank you.â he dismissed me.Â
âOh.. okay, if you need anything let me know,â I added before walking away. Normally I skipped lunch but I had time that day. I walked over to ask Clark to come with me. Again he dismissed me. I felt bad for the way I had treated him last week. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay between us. I stayed late that night typing up notes for Lois. When I shut down my computer, I noticed Clark was the only one still in the office.Â
âClark,â I spoke softly âItâs 5:30Â do you need help?â I asked. He shut down his computer then.
âNo, Iâm just heading out now. Thank you for the offer.â He mumbled. I nodded. I turned and walked to the elevator. I rode down by myself to the first floor letting Clark cool off. If he didnât want to talk I would give him his space. I walked out through the lobby pausing just inside the doors. Shit. It was raining again. I decided to walk this morning. It wasnât supposed to rain. I heard the elevator ding and I groaned to myself seeing Clark exit. I gnawed at my lip anxiously, Praying the rain would suddenly let up.
âHey,â I hear Clark's voice behind me. âNeed a ride?â he asked nodding toward the door.Â
âUh⊠yeah, I walked this morning. Didnât bring my umbrella. It wasnât supposed to rain today.â I answered awkwardly. Clark opened the door opening his umbrella and just like the first time he took me home, we walked close sharing the protection from the rain.Â
The ride home was quiet it was only a few blocks away. But when Clark pulled into the parking lot I could no longer take the silence.Â
âClark. Whatâs wrong?â I asked. He shook his head. âDonât, donât brush me off, whatâs bothering you?â He got out of the car, slammed his door shut, and headed inside. I got out quickly running after him the rain immediately soaking me. âHey, I was talking to you!â I shouted.Â
âY/n STOP!â He turned around quickly the volume of his voice causing me to shrink back a little. âYou wanna know what's bothering me? You. You, putting yourself in harm's way. You, trying so hard to prove yourself that you're being reckless. You almost got hurt because you had to make a point. You, because I canât stop fucking thinking about you! And Iâve lost sleep all week worrying about your safety.â He stepped closer we were standing in the middle of the parking lot. âBecause I couldn't bear the thought of someone even touching you.â my heart was racing his face was inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my face. âI donât wanna see any bruises on this pretty face.â My breath hitched.Â
âClark,â I whispered. He grabbed my face crashing his lips to mine. I melted against him. The rain still fell hard around us.Â
âYour so damn stubborn,â He mumbled between kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer.Â
âIâm sorry,â I said, breathless as I chased his lips for another kiss. He let out a breathy laugh.Â
âDonât be. Youâre doing amazing. I knew you would be. Just be more careful.â I nodded. He took my hand pulling me inside. He pressed the elevator button frantically. I giggled.Â
âClark thatâs not gonna make it get here any faster.â He chuckled.Â
âDamn elevators.â Once inside he pushed the button for his floor and backed me up against the wall. His lips were back on mine, kissing me roughly. âWanted this for so long.â He groaned. Kissing down my neck. The elevator doors opened. He took my hand again leading me to his apartment.Â
He quickly unlocked the door and I followed him inside. I bit my lip waiting for him to make a move. I felt so shy all of a sudden. I wanted this but I was nervous. Clark lifted my chin so my eyes met his.Â
âStop me. If this isnât what you want stop me, sweetheart. I donât want to hurt you.â I shook my head.Â
âI want you Clark,â I whispered. His lips were on mine again. Sweeter this time. More slow. He felt his hand move down my neck and over my chest softly squeezing my breast. I moaned leaning into the touch. âClark please,â I whined. He stepped back peeling off his wet shirt. I did the same. We left a trail of wet clothes all the way to the bedroom. Clark laid me down on the bed crawling between my thighs. Kissing them softly.Â
âSo beautiful.â He groaned before swiping his tongue between my folds. I gasped. He circled my clit with his tongue and then back down dipping it inside me. His groan was feral.Â
âFuck.â I moaned. He worked his tongue in and out of me while I worked my hips against his face. I tangled my fingers in his curls holding him close. His nose rubbed against my clit has he fucked me with his tongue. âmâ gonna.â I moaned as I came on his tongue. He lapped it all up before pulling away.Â
âSo good sweetheart.â He kissed up my body, kissing my lips and letting me taste myself. Finally he settled between legs pushing inside of me slowly. He let out a low moan.Â
â So big,â I whimpered. He brushed my hair out of my face kissing me softly.Â
âDoing so good for me sweetheart. Almost all the way in. You can take it all baby.â He moaned. With one last push he was fully seated inside me. âYou feel amazing baby. Taking me so well.â He cooed letting me adjust.Â
âClark please.â I whined. Begging him to move. He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was inside me and then plunged back in. I let out a loud moan.Â
âFeel good sweetheart?â He asked. I nodded.Â
âSo good, Clark, Fuck, I moaned as he started to thrust into me at a steady pace. He grabbed my hand pinning it to the mattress. He picked up his pace. I felt the knot build in my stomach.Â
âYouâre getting close arenât you baby?â he asked. I nodded. Letting out a strangled moan.Â
âPlease.â I begged.Â
âSo polite.â he groaned. He pressed his thumb to my clit as he fucked me rubbing in circles. I felt my toes curl and I came hard squeezing him as he fucked me through my orgasm. âThats it sweetheart. Fuck. Gonna make me. Ungh.â He groaned cumming inside me. We were both breathless laying there for a moment. Clark pulled out slowly. And pulled me into him.
âYou okay?â He smiled kissing my cheek. I nodded.Â
âMhmmâ I mumbled dreamily. Clark got up and came back with a cloth to clean us both up. Then got back into bed holding me close.Â
âClark?â I asked softly.Â
âHmm?â he hummed.Â
âWere you ever gonna tell me⊠or were you just gonna let me figure it out?â He raised an eyebrow.Â
âWhat do you mean?â he asked.Â
âBecause no one else knows what happened in Gotham Superman,â I smirked turning in his arms.Â
âHow did youâŠ?â He asked.Â
âIâve had a crush on you for a while. Iâd know your eyes anywhere.â I said blushing.Â
âHmm,â he chuckled. âYou have a crush on me?â He asked.Â
âShut up,â I rolled my eyes.
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(Gotta be logged into Twitter for links to work)
nsfw 18+, bonus Wonder Woman cause Iâm a whore <3
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Clark Kent/Superman:
He always wants you on his face
Shower time fun
A daily occurrence, heâs a gentleman after all
Loves it when you ride him, he can shut his brain off and finally relax
When you both moved in together, you were so excited you had to just go to the bedroom right away
He loves playing with you after a long day
Kara Zor El/Supergirl:
Please sit on her lap, makes her weak every time
Likes to make you cum while standing so she can watch your legs shakeïżŒ
You bought her mood lights for her room, and she loves them <3
Loves eating you out, she loves to feel confident in her abilities (even if those abilities are making you gush into her mouth)
First time you fucked her, she felt like she was in heaven
You both were watching a film butâŠyou got distracted
Conner Kent/Superboy:
Why are you on your phone? When you could be paying attention to him
Oh my god tease him like this and heâll be yours forever
Has you like this before going out with your friends
Likes alt girls <3
Taking his frustrations out on you
Use your thighs if you wanna shut him up
Diana Prince/Wonder Woman:
How she fucks you <3
She can be a little mean, but itâs only because she knows how wet you get
How she eats your pussy when she gets back home
Demonstrating her strength
Was curious about vibrators, and you were happy to demonstrate
Entertaining her
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Virgin Clark Kent Headcanons
Pairing: Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, loss of virgity, experiance gap, size kink, power use, sweet Clark Kent, himbo Clark Kent, virgin Clark Kent
A/N: Love that the fandom agreed that this version of Clark is a virgin. We have a hivemind.
Virgin!Clark Kent who gets a hard-on every time you accidentally brush against his cock in bed an tries to hide it with his hands while blushing
Virgin!Clark Kent who can't stop thinking about you at night and listens in on your masturbation sessions regularly while jerking off his huge cock
Virgin!Clark Kent who never watched a lot of porn so he has a lot to learn about pleasure and kinks but you're a very eager teacher
Virgin!Clark Kent who gets a dopey smile on his face when he imagines you in a lewd scenario yet also feels guilty if he gets caught
Virgin!Clark Kent who never wants to hurt you so he minds his grip on your hips when you're together, which often makes him shake if he's feeling too much pleasure while doing lewd things
Virgin!Clark Kent who blushes so easily at the smallest compliments about his body of his size, he knows how big he is and really worries about hurting you when you have sex
Virgin!Clark Kent who talks a lot while having sex because he has to distract himself from the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock and not blow his load too early even tough he wouldn't go soft if he did
Virgin!Clark Kent who can last for a very long time the first time you have sex due to his Kryptonian stamina
Virgin!Clark Kent who keeps avoiding your eyes, in fact he hardly looks at you and not because of his heat vision
Virgin!Clark Kent who dwarfs you in size in every aspect and is all too careful not to crush you, he would actually like it if you were on top for your first time
Virgin!Clark Kent who admits to having very little experience since he knows you wont make fun of him for it and will help guide him instead
Virgin!Clark Kent who lets you set the pace of his thrusts and can keep going for as long as you need him to
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Found Family
summary: In which Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent engage in a custody battle over a clone created from both their DNA, or, in which you get saved from a lab and gain two new families who would move mountains for you.
pairing: Bat Family x f! Reader, Supers x f! Reader
word count: 8.2k
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a/n: hello! IT'S FINALLY OUT WOOHOO, it's a bit long but i had a lot of fun writing it. certain characters may be a bit ooc so i do apologize as i'm still getting my footing on how to characterize certain people. let me know what you think! constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated (just pls don't be mean lol)! i left a somewhat open-ish ending because i wanna make this into a series/universe, and will start taking requests for drabbles in this universe, depending on how this is received! - luna :)
reblogs are appreciated!
âIâm in. Robin, whatâs your status?â Bruce spoke into the earpiece, swiftly moving through the shadows of the lab. It was a simple mission: get into the lab Lex Luthor had created under Gotham City, collect intel needed to take down said lab, and leave. Unfortunately, itâs never really that simple, is it?Â
âIâm in, making my way through the west wing, cover is still intact,â Damian muttered back.Â
âGood. Nightwing?âÂ
âJust entered the center lab, heading down to the bottom level now, haven't been spotted,â Dick said, making his way down the steps, careful to remain silent.Â
âGood. Remember the objective. In and Out.â Bruce muttered as he continued, searching for the locked file cabinet he was looking for.Â
âFiles located. Ready for extractionâ Damian said quietly through the intercom.Â
âIâve made it to the bottom level. Requesting immediate backup, there's something here you guys need to seeâ Dickâs voice echoed through the earpiece, âTheyâve made another clone.âÂ
Bruce stopped what he was doing, silently making his way down the hall towards the staircase Dick took around a half hour before, âI'm on my way. Damian?â
âHeading there now. Files are downloaded.âÂ
Upon arriving at the lower level, Dick bypasses security to let them in, making sure to reactivate the lock behind them, âLook.â
He gestured to the incubation tube not far from them, inside of it stood a young woman, who looked no older than 20, wearing a black skin-tight suit, a familiar âSâ symbol adorning her chest, only it was the center of another symbol, the bat symbol, with bat ears at the top and bat wings on either side of it, a dark burgundy color with gold lining along the edges. The plaque below the tube read:Â
Attempt 1: G6B24Â
Specimen 1: Superman (Identity: Unknown)
Specimen 2: Batman (Identity: Unknown)Â
Status: Failed - Shows excessive signs of emotional intelligence (unfit for purpose), Subject is not invulnerable, Lacks thermal vision
âEmotional Intelligenceâ you must have shown hesitation, a moral compass.Â
âFather⊠what are we going to do?â Damian asked, he was at a loss, part of him felt slightly threatened, if you were taken in, he would no longer be the only child related to Bruce by DNA, and you were older, strongerâ perhaps you would take his place, the place heâd finally felt he truly belonged; however he remained silent, his past self likely would have attempted to argue against your rescue, but heâd grown, he knew deep down you deserved a chance at this life just as much as he did.Â
Bruce looked up at your unconscious figure, at a loss for words, you were his daughter, intentional or not, there was a part of him in you, he only hoped that part wouldn't screw you over for life. As surprised as he was, he had an obligation to you the same way he did with Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Steph, Barbara, Duke, Damian, and every other vigilante he had taken under his wing.
His Batman instincts kicked in very quickly though, immediately refocusing himself, reading through the files, in an attempt to prepare himself for any possible scenario, he turned to Dick.Â
âFind all the DNA samples they have belonging to both me and Superman, weâre taking them,â he said, making sure to not hyper-focus on the thoughts flooding his mind.Â
âWeâre not just leaving her here, are we? The plaque says âfailedâ. Who knows what could happen to her?â Dick said, he was frustrated.
Conner had gotten a chance to build a life for himself. You deserved one too, the mere thought of Bruce wanting to leave you there angered him.Â
âSheâs coming with us. Damian, watch the door, Dick, find the samples," Bruce said gruffly, moving to the tube, bypassing the database to open it, without setting off any system safeguards. He reached into his utility belt and pulled out his shard of kryptonite, just in case it was needed to neutralize you.Â
The tube opened slowly, a swoosh sound filling the air as the cold fog escaped the tube, spilling into the air, your eyes fluttering open as you looked around, your eyes focusing on him.
You flew at him, full speed, pushing him against the wall with a thud, knocking the wind out of him, your eyes boring into his, glowing red, just as you were about to terminate him with your heat vision, he uttered the safe word he had seen in your file.Â
âBlue Pineappleâ he grunted out, the red in your eyes fading away instantly, as you stared at him with wide eyes. You backed away slowly, lowering yourself to the floor. Your eyes fixed on him once again.
You recognized him from your programming, the man whose combat skills were engraved into your mind.
âBatman?âÂ
Dick and Damian rushed over, making sure Bruce was okay. He was fine.
Dick turned to you, holding out his hand, âCome with me. We need to get you out of here, you arenât safe here.âÂ
You stared at him, your eyes narrowing, âWhy should I trust you?âÂ
Dick sighed, Those damn Wayne genetics, he kept his hand extended to you, âBecause weâre helping you escape, if you come with us, you can meet Superman, be a hero just like him and Batman, you could actually see the worldâ he promised.Â
"I know what the world looks like." you stated bluntly.
He sighed, his hand not wavering, "But have you ever experienced it? Let us show you what that's like. You can have a life."
You thought for a moment, before letting out a small grunt, nodding at him and taking his hand, allowing them to lead you out of the lab grounds seemingly undetected.Â
When you stepped out, you stopped, eyes completely transfixed on the brilliant night sky. Blends of blues and purples and grays danced together to make the beautiful endless abyss above you. You knew every color there was. You knew everything, but at the same time you really didn't. You stared up at the stars, you knew how they came to be, you knew every scientific explanation there was yet seeing them⊠it made you feel a way you couldnât explain.
They led you to the batmobile, situating you in the back seat with Damian, starting the drive to the Batcave. Bruce dialed Clarkâs number into the keypad, it rang twice before he picked up.Â
âHello?âÂ
âMeet me in the Batcave. Itâs urgent. Bring Conner.â
âWhatâs going o-â
He hung up.Â
Dick covered his mouth to hide his snicker, âSo, Bruce, you and Clark have an official love child now, right? What will Lois think?â he feigned concern, placing the back of his hand over his forehead, committing to the drama, âOh, how scandalous, I mean really, the shame! I can already see the headlines âBillionaire playboy Bruce Wayne turned common whore after breaking up happy metropolis familyââÂ
Damian covered his laugh with a cough.
You looked at the three of them, utterly confused, still processing what was going on.Â
Bruce huffed, shooting them both a glare, âDick, be mature.âÂ
Dick smiled, âI can't help myself, just wait til Jason finds out.â He smiled in excitement, as they pulled into the side entrance of the Batcave.Â
Bruce let out a deep, tired sigh.
Clark sat in silence in the Batcave, Conner standing to his left, his eyes wide as he stared at you, possessing some features belonging to both he and Bruce, and other features that seemed to be entirely your own.
You stared back, that same stoic nature radiating off of you that radiates off the Batman, however, he noted the defensive look in your eyes, one so similar to the one he saw in Conner when he first met him. He eyed your suit, noting the familiar âSâ symbol, only it was a burgundy color, a rather interesting combination of the Batman and Superman emblems, and he was utterly confused.
He looked over at Bruce, still in his bat suit, his cowl pulled off, âBruce, what the hell is going on?âÂ
âI had to call you here because Luthor decided to create another clone. I did the DNA test, Clark, sheâs a combination of both our DNAâ Bruce looked at him, Dick and Damian standing to his right. It was silent for a moment, you felt like a guinea pig, the way they all stared at you. It made you angry.Â
Conner was the first to speak, stepping forward before opening his mouth, choosing his words carefully, âWhatâs your name?âÂ
You responded immediately, it felt automatic. âExperiment attempt number one. Code G6B24. I was made to be the future killer of the Batman and the Kriptonian.âÂ
He nodded slowly, âIâm a clone too, and Clark took me inâ well, he took me in eventuallyâ thatâs besides the point. He showed me how to become my own person, we can help you do that too.â
You looked at him, eyes softening ever so slightly, but you kept your guard up like your Batman programming taught you to. âI was made to be a killer, if I donât do what I was made to do, what am I worth?â you said quietly, voice unwavering.
Damian watched you, your words striking him in a way he hadn't expected them to, he understood what you were saying all too well.Â
Bruce decided to speak up next, âYou were created, itâs not your fault what their intentions were when they did so. What you become from here on out is your choice.âÂ
You stayed silent, eyes darting around the roomâWhat is this feeling? Vulnerability? You knew it by definition, like you did most other feelings, but feeling them⊠it was different.Â
Dick noted the way you seemed overwhelmed, he approached you slowly, pulling up two chairs, motioning for you to sit, you chose to remain standing until he sat down first.Â
âYou know, we trust you, we want to figure out a way for you to become the best you can be. On your termsâ he said, offering you a small smile.Â
You looked around, the others nodded in agreement, âI was made to be only the best parts of youâ you said, your gaze focusing on Clark and Bruce, they both put their best qualities forward to help others, how could you use those same qualities to destroy that?
âI⊠donât want to be a killer. They said I was too⊠human. I thought Iâd failed them.âÂ
Damian decided to step forward, âYou didnât fail anyone, you are meant for greater things. You haven't killed anyone, you can choose your path. If the path you choose is the Robin mantle... I am willing to work with that.âÂ
At this, the other men in the room turned to look at him, Clark and Conner were slack-jawed, this was the same kid who fought Tim tooth and nail over this mantle. The same mantle he was just⊠willing to give you?Â
Meanwhile Dick had a proud smile on his face, you thought you saw a small tear in his eye.
Bruceâs face seemed unreadable, however, you took notice of the way the corners of his lips turned up for a split second. before reverting back to their natural state.Â
You werenât sure what to say, again, you knew what this mantle was, by definition. The reality was you had no sense of what it meant, the weight it carried. And you knew that.
âThank you, but I feel like that title isnât mine to take. I think I need to⊠become something that's true to who I am, whatever that may be.â Â
Bruce looked at you, the corner of his lip barely twitching up into a smile, a smile so subtle that only someone of your⊠background would notice, an attempt of his towards getting you more comfortable, âWe should start with a name.âÂ
You looked at Conner, he gave you an encouraging smile.Â
âLike I chose Conner, so now Iâm Conner Kent,â he said with a small shrug, âYou can choose whatever you want.âÂ
âI see,â you thought for a moment, âI like Y/n.âÂ
Clark smiled, standing up and clapping his hands together, âGreat! Y/n Kent, has a nice ring to it.âÂ
âWayne.âÂ
He turned towards Bruce, eyes narrowing slightly, âKent.â
âWayne.â
This time Conner spoke, âKent.â
The three men stared at each other, arms crossed mirroring each-otherâs glares.Â
Dick cut in, âHow about Grayson?â
âNo.â came their simultaneous response.Â
Dick frowned, slumping in the seat next to yours, âJeez.âÂ
Damian spoke next, âI suppose Al Ghul is off the tableâŠâÂ
Dick snorted, breaking out into a fit of laughter, you grinned softly at the sounds of his laughter, it reminded you of a windshield wiper.Â
Conner sighed, âFine, what about Wayne-Kent?â
Bruce huffed, âI suppose.â
Clark nodded, the smile returning to his face as he turned to you, âY/n Wayne-Kentâ
You nodded, âI like it.âÂ
Dick could help but laugh from beside you, âIt's like I'm watching reality tv. Love me some baby mama drama.â
Clark opened his mouth to speak and closed it, before sighing and looking at Bruce, who just pinched the bridge of his nose.Â
Conner chuckled at the sight, turning to Damian, whoâs lip quirked up in amusement.Â
Bruce looked up, his attention directed towards you, âY/n, you can stay here for the night, Iâve asked Alfred to set up a room for you. Clark, Conner, come by tomorrow with Lois and Jon, Iâve called the others to come by as well, weâll get everything situated tomorrow. For now, get some rest.âÂ
Everyone nodded, Clark and Conner heading to the exit of the cave, Damian, Dick and Bruce leading you to the room that was prepared for you.Â
Dick brought you a sweater and some sweatpants to change into, closing the door with a soft, âGoodnight, kiddo.âÂ
You changed in silence, slowly getting under the covers and drifting off to sleep, marking the start of your new life. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.Â
You woke up the next morning, to a soft knock on the door, your super hearing picking it up better than you would have liked. You opened the door, revealing an older man you hadnât seen before. He smiled softly, giving you an instantaneous sense of comfort you couldnât explain.Â
âHello Miss Y/n. My name is Alfred, I am the butler,â he greeted you, handing you a folded set of clothes, âMaster Kent chose these for you, however if they are not to your liking, do let me know.âÂ
âTheyâre fineâŠThank you.â
He smiled warmly, the kind old man giving you a nod, âOnce you've changed, do come down, Iâve prepared breakfast. The other members of the family will arrive soon to meet you.âÂ
You gave him a short nod, he smiled again, your demeanor reminding him of the young Bruce heâd looked after all those years ago. He shut your door softly before retreating down the staircase, leaving you in your room to change.Â
You picked up the small note that rested at the top of the pile, reading it over.Â
Comfortable, Practical, and cool. Hope you like it. - Conner
You looked down at the neatly folded clothes, unfolding a black long sleeve turtleneck shirt, the material was thick but breathable, you slipped it on with ease, the foreign material soft against your skin, you appreciated that it didnât suffocate you.Â
You reached for the pants next, dark gray cargo pants, these were thicker, and the had an overwhelming amount of pockets. You slipped them on before slipping on the boots that were at the bottom of the stack and exiting the room, going down the staircase.Â
Upon entering the dining room, you were met with Bruce sitting at the head of the table, reading the paper calmly eating his pancakes, to his right sat Dick chatting excitedly to the boy next to him, who smiled at him as he listened, he was a slender boy with black hair who looked a bit younger than Dick. Then there was Alred, calmly enjoying his breakfast. Finally there was Damian on the other side of Bruce, leaving an empty seat between Damian and Alred. You sat down, the pale boy noticing you first.Â
Bruce looked up, âTim, this is Y/n.âÂ
âHello.â You sat up awkwardly. One thing you never learned was how to navigate social interactions.
He studied you for a moment, offering you a small smile, âIâm Tim.âÂ
You gave a nod, returning his smile with a smaller one of your own.Â
âShe knows, by the way.â Dick chimed in.
His eyes widened, was that why you were there?Â
âHow?âÂ
All eyes are on you. You opened your mouth to speak but Damian spoke first.Â
âSheâs a clone. Father will explain everything when everyone else arrives so as to not waste time, until then, hold on to your childish curiosity. Iâd like to enjoy my breakfast.âÂ
Dick nodded, âShe was literally made for this shit.â
âWatch your language Master Dick, it is deplorable to speak in such a way at the table, much less in the presence of a lady.âÂ
Dick blushed, âSorry Alfred.âÂ
Bruce simply gave a nod.Â
Tim slumped back in his seat, wanting to ask you questions about your abilities, your earliest memories, who were you a clone of, how your programming worked, the boy was itching to know it all.Â
Breakfast passed by relatively quickly after that, you werenât bombarded with questions, much to your relief. Alfred kindly asked you how you slept to which you replied that you slept well. The sound of casual conversation and glassware scraping together filling the room. You enjoyed observing the atmosphere.
Clark and Conner were the first to arrive at the manor, greeting you happily, with them was a woman and a younger boy, who immediately went to sit by Damian.Â
Clark brought them over to you, the woman smiled warmly at you. It made you feel safe.Â
She held your hand in hers, âMy name is Lois,â her voice was kind, genuine. You noted how she carried herself. Strong, secure, honest.Â
Clark was quick to bring Jon over, excited to introduce him, âThis is my son, Jon.â
âHi!â he beamed at you, you smiled, he was cute. Cheerful as he smiled brightly at you.Â
âHello, my name is Y/n.â you greeted the two, who smiled at you.
Conner was the next to approach, âDid you like the clothes? I picked them out cause it was all I used to wear, but who knows, you may want something more⊠fashionable.â
You smiled softly, âThey're nice, thank you.â
âOn that note actually,â Clark said, âI was thinking we can take you shopping later, Bruce and I can pay.âÂ
Bruce deadpanned, âThatâs a joke, right?âÂ
He smiled, âOf course, youâre paying for everything.â
âSounds about right.âÂ
Chatter filled the room not long after, Jon and Damian catching up on the couch while Conner and Tim started a conversation of their own.Â
The next people to arrive were three young women, blonde, brunette, and red hair. They had arrived together.
The blonde spoke first, âWhy'd you call us here Bruce? We had planned for brunch.â She bitterly narrowed her eyes at him, the brunette behind her giving a short nod of agreement.
Bruce sighed, âWeâre waiting on Jason. Heâs late.âÂ
âAs always.â The redhead said with a sigh, though you could see she wasn't actually upset. Â
The blonde girl turned to you first smiling, âIâm Stephanie, but call me Steph. Iâm assuming youâll be joining our vigilante posse.â She seemed funny, and kind, like she truly cared for those around her.Â
âSomewhat, I donât really know. Iâm Y/n.â You said bluntly.
âPretty name.â She smiled, gesturing to the red haired woman behind her, âThis is Barbara, but she's really just Babs.â She then gestured to the brunette, âThatâs Cass. Sheâs lovely.âÂ
You looked at them and nodded, âItâs nice to meet you.â
Barbara smiled warmly at you, âYou too, Iâm so glad thereâll be another girl around, we can always use more company.â She smiled at you so kindly, despite having only just met you. Her voice was sweet, like honey.Â
Cass smiled softly at you, âCome to brunch with us later. Or, lunch, now since Jason is holding us up.âÂ
You nodded your lip quirking up into a small smile, âIâd enjoy that.âÂ
Truthfully, you didn't know what the fuck brunch was. But she said lunch and that you knew. You'd find out about brunch later.
Then, as if on cue, the man in question arrived, walking through the door, slipping off his brown jacket and tossing it on the couch. He was tall, with a stocky frame, jet black hair with a white streak on the front.Â
âThis better be good.âÂ
Tim mumbled, âFinallyâÂ
âMiss me Timmy?âÂ
âQuite the contrary.â
The one called Jason laughed before giving him a small nudge, to which Tim swatted his hand away.Â
His eyes fixed on you, then on Bruce.Â
âDude, seriously? Another one? You have a problem man. Youâd think you wouldâve stopped after me.âÂ
Bruce stood up, âJason, sit down. Now that youâre all here I wanted to introduce you to Y/n. Sheâs a clone, made from both mine, and Clarkâs DNA.âÂ
âHoly shit, man.âÂ
âJason, will you shut up?âÂ
âNever.âÂ
âAs I was saying, sheâll be here in the manor for the time being, Iâll be training her and assessing her combat technique.âÂ
âHold on,â Clark interjected, âShe should come with us, she needs to get the hang of her powers.âÂ
âClark, I have a state of the art training area in the cave.âÂ
âSo? Weâre supers, all we need is an open field.âÂ
âWe need to assess her combat skills, and also assess the extent of her powers. She isnât invulnerable. We need to prioritize getting to the bottom of that.âÂ
Clark huffed but nodded, understanding the full extent of your abilities was vital in actually training you.Â
âItâs like Iâm watching a custody battle.â muttered Steph, Barbara laughing quietly beside her.Â
âWait- So Y/n is basically if you and Clark had a baby?â Tim gawked at them, his eyes shifting from Bruce to Clark, to you. When his eyes landed on you, he fired questions like he was on a time limit.Â
âHow do Bruceâs genetics affect your abilities? Are you immune to kryptonite and invulnerable? How does your thermal vision work? Enhanced strength? Can you fly? Can you fly as fast as Superman? Do you have combat training? How do y-âÂ
Conner smacked a hand over his mouth, leading him back to his seat, âLets try not to overwhelm her with the questions.â He chuckled.Â
Tim nodded, looking up at you, âSorry, Y/n.âÂ
âThatâs okay. To answer your questions, his genetics donât necessarily have a huge impact on any of my abilities, I was created with every available video of Batman fighting embedded into my mind, and the combat skills were engraved in my memory, I should be able to replicate his fighting style to a tee. Iâm not invulnerable, but in theory, the stealth I was programmed with allows me to stay agile enough that I shouldnât often get hurt. I don't have thermal vision, but I do have laser vision, enhanced strength, and flight, although I havenât tested how fast I actually can fly. And like I said, my combat training is essentially the combat footage uploaded into my mind.âÂ
Tim had nodded, eyes trained on yours in complete interest as you answered each question, occasionally jotting something down on the notes app of his phone.Â
Lois narrowed her eyes slightly at both Bruce and Clark, âI do hope youâre factoring in giving her the opportunity to build an actual social life. Maybe get her enrolled in school.âÂ
âShe has doctorate-level information on several different topics stored into her mind, as well as fluency in 8 languages. I think sheâll be fine, Lois,â Bruce replied.Â
She rolled her eyes, âOkay, so schoolâs not necessary, what about building a social life for herself? Thatâs important.âÂ
âThereâs Young Justice,â Conner said, âI figured sheâd join.âÂ
Tim nodded in agreement, âI can help her get situated.âÂ
âWhere will I stay?â you asked, you didnât particularly enjoy how they were all discussing you as if you weren't there, but there honestly wasnât much you could do.Â
âYou can stay at the manor, or you can stay with the team, but it'd be best if you lived here in the Manor.â Bruce replied.
âWhy isnât Metropolis an option?â Clark muttered.Â
âBecause itâs more practical to have her here in Gotham, living with Tim will make it easier to adjust to the team.âÂ
âI want time with her, Bruce.âÂ
âYouâll get it. Weâll have her assessed, then three times a week sheâll train and get a hold of her powers with you.âÂ
Clark nodded, satisfied with that answer.Â
Lois spoke again, turning to you, âY/n, how does that sound to you?âÂ
You blinked. âIt sounds fine. My super hearing allows me to hear every conversation proficiently.â
She chuckled softly, âItâs a figure of speech sweetheart, I meant if youâre okay with everything that was said, youâve been a bit quiet.â
You felt your face grow hot, âOh. Yeah, Iâm okay with it.â
Clark gave you a fond smile.Â
Bruce looked at you and smiled softly, a barely noticeable one, but a smile nonetheless.Â
The bulk of the conversation was over. The people in the room falling into easy conversation with one another, you look around, not sure what to do. That is until Jason approaches you, a kind smile on his face.Â
âHey Y/n, Iâm Jason, Iâll be honest, you probably won't see me too often cause I can barely stand being around Bruce, but⊠if heâs ever a dick, call me and Iâll either punch him for you and take you somewhere heâs not.â he grinned, âOr both.âÂ
You laughed softly, âIâll keep that in mind. Thank you.â
He nodded, âIâll be raiding the kitchen, but if anyone asks, I left.â He shoots you a grin before slipping away.Â
Itâs not long after that when Jon approaches you, Damian by his side, he shoots you a toothy grin, âSo, youâre like, my sister now, right?âÂ
Youâre not sure how to respond, but you feel a puddle of warmth pooling in your heart, itâs nice. You smile at him softly, âI suppose so.âÂ
He grins, âAnd that would also make you Damianâs sister. right?â
âI suppose so.âÂ
âSee Damian, weâre blood brothers by extension.âÂ
âJon, that is the most imbecilic logic Iâve ever encountered. Just because Y/n is both my blood and yours doesnât meanââÂ
âBlood brothers!â He had shouted cheerfully, before walking away and over to Lois to inform her of the good news.Â
Damian sighed, though you took notice of the soft smile that flashed across his face, you concluded that he cared for him.Â
A lot of people in this familyâ Bruceâs family specifically, tend to hide affection, despite the fact that it is apparent to you that they feel it. You decide not to focus on it, people are complicated.Â
You chat a bit with various people in the room, Lois telling you that youâre always welcome to visit whenever youâd like, Barbara talking to you about how her work as Oracle, Steph telling you all about the other vigilantes youâll probably end up crossing paths with. Tim and Conner sat by you, telling you all about the team and the people youâll meet once all your training is done.Â
Slowly, people start to leave, you saw Jason slip out the front door first, sending you a wink. Dick left not long after, needing to return to his responsibilities in Bludhaven, making sure to tell you youâre always welcome to visit him over there. Then Clark left with Lois, Jon, and Conner, leaving the residents of the manor plus, Cass, Steph and Barbara.
Damian and Tim had retreated to their rooms, while Alfred busied himself with household chores, Bruce stood up, approaching you before saying, âDid you still want to go shopping? Youâll need training clothes.âÂ
You nodded, âYes, please.âÂ
Steph perked up, rushing towards the two of you, âOh, we have to come.âÂ
âSteph, you go shopping every week. With my card.â
Barbara chimed in, âItâs not about that Bruce, you have a terrible fashion sense. We canât let you impose that onto Y/n.â
Cass nodded in agreement.Â
âWeâre just buying training clothes.âÂ
âShe canât wear training clothes in her daily life,â Steph rolled her eyes, âShe needs a wardrobe.âÂ
You smiled, âI would like a wardrobe.âÂ
âSee?â
Bruce sighed but nodded, âLet's go then.â
Steph cheered while Barbara and Cass high-fived behind her, it was an amusing site.Â
When you arrived at the mall, Steph immediately linked arms with you, dragging you around to her favorite stores, paying no mind to your super strength potentially being able to accidentally break her arm. It caught you off guard, not only the physical display of affection, but the trust.
Again, you felt that soft puddle of warmth pool in your chest. You could get used to that.Â
You had gotten to know Barbara and Cass fairly well during the trip as well, Barbara was sweet, she and Steph made you laugh more than you thought you could. Cass and you got along well too, she picked out the clothes you liked the most, always nodding in approval when you would try anything on, a soft smile on her face. The three of them opened their group up to you so quickly, it had surprised you, you felt that with their company you were better able to navigate finding yourself.Â
The four of you hadnât paid much mind to Bruce trailing behind you as you went from store to store, not that he minded. He held a fond smile as he observed the four of you giggling, talking, and having a good time.
He knew his focus on training was important, but he also knew Lois was right (not that heâd admit that to anyone), you needed a social life too. And he knew your heightened emotional intelligence would surely allow you to obtain that, you just needed to blossom, and allow yourself to break free of the restraints you put on yourself.Â
Heâd lost count of how many times he had swiped his card that day, at some point he had decided to just start waiting by the front, once you guys were ready, heâd walk over, swipe his card, and you guys would move on to the next shop. He wouldn't say this to anyone, but he enjoyed doing things like this, taking care of the people he cares about.Â
The last store you had gone to was WayneTech, it was Bruceâs idea. You needed a phone in order to keep everyoneâs contacts. So they brought you there where you got the latest model of their cell phone line, it was sleek and thin. You picked out a case and you got a screen protector. Bruce had told you that once you got to the Batcave heâd input league contacts, safety features, as well as league-level security settings.Â
By the end of the trip it was early in the evening, Bruce had his arms absolutely filled with shopping bags, and what he couldnât carry was carried by you and Steph. The five of you stepped out into the parking lot, the sun setting, casting a deep orange hue on the parking lot. You took in the image in front of you, you didnât know suns could set so beautifully.
The ride home was nice, the car was filled with the soft chatter of the four of you, Bruce didnât feel the need to listen in. The soft music playing on the stereo as a background was a nice addition to the atmosphere.Â
When youâd arrived at the manor, the girls had bid you goodbye, but not before making sure they had your number to add you to their group chat. You were warned by Steph that Cassâs meme game could not be beat. You were slightly confused but nodded, a happy smile on your face. They each gave you a hug before getting in their cars and heading off.Â
The walk into the manor was silent, but not awkward, mainly the two of you taking armfuls of bags up to your room.
As he shut the door, Bruce turned to you, âItâs not too late, if you want, we could start out on some training.âÂ
You nodded, going into your room to change, âIâll be down there in a bit.âÂ
He nodded, walking away to change as well.Â
You entered the Batcave shortly after, comfortable in your black sweatpants, and a black long sleeve athletic shirt. Now, having a better opportunity to take it all in, it was massive. You looked to your left to see Damian sparring with Tim in one of the further training areas. You walked over to Bruce, he gave you a small smile, leading you to the second training area by Tim and Damian, who by now had stopped sparring, in favor of observing your skill.Â
âYou can replicate my fighting style to a tee, right?â
You nodded.
âLetâs see it.âÂ
You charged first, making sure to suppress your strength, your movements swift and calculated, landing a fast right kick to his abdomen. He sidestepped, landing a swift punch to your side. You kept attempting attacks on eachother, each one dodging the other flawlessly.
Tim and Damian watched in awe as the two of you gracefully moved, as if you were dancing. This went on for several minutes, until you attempted a fast left kick to his side, which he caught, using as leverage to flip you over on your back.
Your limbs ached, you looked up at him, âHow did you do that?â
He held a hand out to help you up, âIâm not as fast with my left kicks as I am with my right ones. My weaknesses are your weaknesses.â
You nodded. Made sense.Â
âYou have good technique, and you replicate my fighting perfectly, but thatâs all it is. A replication. You need to make it your own. Adapt it in accordance with your abilities, you canât do that now because Clark hasnât trained you, but in time you will.âÂ
You nodded, your chest swelling with pride at his compliment, you knew after your training with Clark you would be able to better adjust your fighting style.
Damian walked over to you, âY/n. Iâd like to spar, youâve proven to be a worthy opponent.âÂ
You nodded, it would be good to spar with someone with a different fighting style. Tim sat down to the side, perfectly content with just observing for now, like earlier, he occasionally jotted down some notes on his phone. You decided you didnât mind it. It was endearing.Â
This time, Damian charged first, landing a swift right kick to your ribs, you turned and landed a hard kick to his chest, sending him back, before he flipped and caught himself, running towards you again. His smaller frame provided him with an advantage as he jumped onto your shoulders, before he could land his blow, you flipped your body, sending him to the floor, landing on his back with a thud. You crouched over him, extending your hand.
âYou okay?â
âFine.â he took your hand, getting up to his feet, you gave him a soft smile, which he returned, giving you a nod of approval. He, like Bruce, didnât often use his words, but you were able to discern their intentions just fine.Â
Bruce then led you to a machine he had in the cave, where it analyzed your genetics in comparison to Clarkâs, he had determined you were missing the genetic composition that happened to be the main source of invulnerability, therefore the reason you were the way you were. You are unfortunately still weak when exposed to kryptonite.Â
You were tired by the end of the night. You felt you had bonded with Damian, he had asked you to spar with him another time, to which you agreed.
The next day, Bruce had sent you over to Smallville, where Clark had decided on training you, âA good old fashioned open fieldâ were his exact words.
He made sure to send you wearing your original suit, not knowing how fast you would be flying, just in case, only you didnât like it, so you opted to wear some sweats over the suit.Â
And there you were, floating about 300 feet in the air with him, as he explained the basics of flying.Â
âYou want to create your own leverage, using your flight, you should be able to do this.â He bent one leg, tilting to the right as he effortlessly glided in that direction, he repeated the action only now going in the opposite direction.Â
You nodded, imitating his movements, gliding from side to side before stopping and looking at him. He smiled brightly at you, âYouâre doing great, kid. There was never a point where you didnât have powers, so this should be easy. Now, weâll test your speed.âÂ
You nodded, âHow are we doing that?â
He pulled out a stopwatch, âIâm going to wait here while you fly to Gotham and back. You know the route?âÂ
You nodded.Â
âOkay⊠andâŠ. Go!â
You immediately shot forward, a slightly bumpy start but your body adapted immediately, you felt the wind whip through your hair, and a smile spread across your face as you made a U-turn around Gotham, making it back to Clark in seconds.Â
â2.6 seconds. Thatâs good.â He smiled at you.Â
You went on like that for the next few hours, him giving you encouraging words of advice, and you gained better control over your abilities, him providing you with tips he learned over the years. For that last hour, Jon and Conner joined the two of you, the four of you eventually just playing air tag until Martha and Lois called you in for dinner.Â
They insisted you stay for dinner, and you had no mind to refuse, spending time with them was nice. Jon insisted he sat next to you at dinner, excitedly talking your ear off about whatever heâd gotten to that day, and sharing his favorite stories about Damian with you. He acts like he doesn't like people, but heâs got a soft spot for a lot of us, were his exact words. You honestly completely agreed, you smiled at him as he continued talking.Â
That day youâd gotten to know Martha and Jonanthan Kent, who insisted you called them Ma and Pa. They instantly coddled you as if theyâd known you since birth, though, in a way, that is technically the case.Â
They didn't let you leave empty handed, sending you off with tupper-ware filled with leftovers, cookies and pie. You thanked them for their hospitality and headed back to the manor.Â
The next few months were mainly doing morning and evening training with Bruce, occasionally Dick would stop by to train with you, always telling you he was proud of your improvement, which never failed to make you glow just a little brighter with pride. Heâd begun a tradition where he would treat you to a burger after training, or whatever it was you were craving. He said that it was his goal to get you to try every fast food joint in Gotham, deciding that it was just an essential part of living there. You quickly decided you hated fast food, but never said anything because that wasnât at all what mattered to you, what mattered to you was the bond you were creating with your older brother.Â
Your relationship with Bruce wasnât perfect. There were times you saw how focused he was on his mission, neglecting the feelings of those around him, he could be an asshole. And with you still navigating your emotions, youâd get angry and yell, and so would he. If you saw him brushing off Damian, or Tim, one look at the crestfallen expressions on their faces was enough to get you angry. You shouldnât have been surprised, truthfully, you werenât. You were too similar. You were just fortunate enough to be surrounded by people early on who could convince you to let them in.Â
Regardless of the imperfections between you and Bruce, you knew he cared. He always showed it with the small smile heâd give you as he held up two tickets to the movie you had wanted to see. Or in the way heâd lure everyone into the living room with snacks for a movie night. Or how heâd try his best to always express to you that you were doing well. That you were enough, and that you deserved to be there.Â
Youâd grown closer with Tim, too, always willing to help him with his assignments (not that he often needed it, but on the rare occasions his sleep deprived self couldnât wrap his head around a problem). Youâd often go to him when you needed help figuring something out on your phone, to which he would offer a simple solution you hadnât seen before.
Tim was kind, he showed he cared for you by fixing things, when you cracked your screen protector by accidentally tapping it too hard, he made you a new one that could withstand the force of a bullet. He learned to confide in you over time, telling you about Bernard, expressing his worries to you about whether or not heâs good enough. Youâd always tell him he was more than good enough.Â
Damian had taken to calling you âsisterâ, often challenging and teasing you when he could, youâd developed a relationship where heâd go to you for company. Youâd sit in the garden and take in the life around you, while he sat a few feet away and drew it.
Once, he drew you while you werenât looking, when he finished, he handed it to you without a word and walked away. In the bottom right corner you read âY/n Wayne-Kentâ in neat handwriting, just below that, âsisterâ. That was the first time heâd used that word for you. Your heart swelled.Â
You continued seeing Steph, Barbara, and Cass, regularly having lunch with them and talking with them on the phone. Barbara, or as you now called her, Babs, was always there to guide you when you needed it, sheâd often send you small gifts from time to time, like jewelry that reminded her of you.
Cass and you would often find the most peaceful company in each other. She would listen to you talk about all the things you'd been learning, telling you about her own experience adjusting to a new life.
Steph and you bonded over poorly written hallmark movies, she always giggled madly when you would point out plot inconsistencies, wearing the most confused expression she had ever seen on a person, you didnât understand why at first, you would just state facts, but you always enjoyed the time with her. She always says you guys should start a podcast, and you always agree. You hope she never asks you what a podcast is... because you genuinely didn't know.
True to his word, you didnât see Jason often, but there were a few instances where you felt particularly suffocated by Bruceâs training that you took him up on his offer to take you somewhere he wasnât. Those moments were... nice. Every time, he would bring food, and take you to his apartment, where you talked about books and he introduced you to some of his favorite movies. You didnât know why he and Bruce didnât get along, but you chose not to pry.
Alfred had taken a liking to you instantly, he enjoyed giving you etiquette lessons, and would bake all kinds of scones and cookies for you to try. His humor was at times very dry and sarcastic, which never failed to make you laugh. He taught you how to bake once, finding you were exceptionally good at it, âMiss Y/n, I think weâve found your natural talentâ. You hadnât expected to be good at it, but Alfred said you were phenomenal.Â
Youâd also train with Clark 3 times a week, getting even closer with the Kents, integrating yourself in both families. It was interesting being part of two very different families. But you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
Clark had shown you a lot about your powers, but it was never just training. It had become a necessity for the two of you to fly to some famous landmark and have lunch together, before flying back to Smallville for more training.
Clark was constantly trying his best for you, he still had his regrets from his initial relationship with Conner, and although he was forgiven and their relationship was rebuilt, he knew he lost time. And he absolutely refused to repeat that and hurt someone else who didnât deserve it.Â
You always stayed for dinner, you found that you could never say no to Jon, the one time you tried was awful, you felt so bad that you went back the next day and took him shopping. With Bruce's card, duh.
Jon was stuck to you like glue whenever you were over. He always insisted on sitting by you and talking to you about whatever heâd been up to. He flew around with you a lot, you guys would play games that he taught you how to play. Your favorite moments were when he and Damian would allow you in to watch them play video games because âHow do you not know how to play video games? Thatâs just wrong. Weâll teach you.â
Conner had spent more and more time with you as well, telling you about a lot of social cues, the importance of boundaries, etc. He was determined to help you adjust in every way he could, he shared his experiences with you when he first started working in teams. You learned a lot from him, he was very affectionate with you, but in that awkward-older-brother way. Heâd give you a soft pat on the back and a smile, he knew youâd do just fine.Â
Lois became your role model, you truly admired her. She was strong, outspoken, confident. She helped you not be afraid of forming your own opinions and voicing them. One time she saw you yell at Bruce over something heâd done, and all she could do was smile proudly.
These people whose lives you just appeared in one day, very quickly became your family. Every day you were reminded of how lucky you were to have come to care for them as much as you do. Bonding with them was nice, and you very quickly understood the appeal of having family.
These are people who care for you unconditionally, simply because they want to. Because every moment that they spend with you, they choose to.
And just like that, you were ready to meet the team. You had learned to combine your combat skills with your powers, if you need to, you can fight in mid air. Youâd learned to incorporate your abilities into your technique to enhance your own personal style. And it felt amazing.
You knew every possible way to deliver an effective, non-lethal blow. Of course, you needed a suit. Bruce offered to enhance the one you had worn the day they rescued you, but you wanted a new one. To you, that suit represented what you were created to be, and that is not who you are. You wanted something true to yourself, and he understood and wholeheartedly supported you. Damian helped you make a sketch, and together youâd designed the perfect representation of you. And you became Eclipse. The alignment of two heroes, though unintentional, created a whole new hero. You.
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