#superman fanficion

[bloodreign-ravana]

Reunited

𝐀/𝐍- 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬!

Pairing- Clark Kent x (implied POC) Reader

Summary- Clark Kent returns to the reader in distress, which causes reader to take him back

Warning(s)- Cursing (usage of bitch, etc.), cheating, sad lovestruck Superman, mild smut, heavy making out

First Person (1300ish words)

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The room slowly spins as I stretch from my short nap, being entirely dazed since my nap was entirely interrupted from my phone’s vibration. My bonnet falls off of my head and I hiss softly, choosing to ignore the slight inconvenience. “Aw, shit.”, the small curse falls from my mouth as I pick up the call without looking at the caller ID. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” 

A softly, yet masculine tone sounds off on the other side of the phone and I quickly realize it’s Clark Kent. My ex. You heard that right. “What do you want, Clark?” Sure my tone was harsh, but that’s entirely because the handsome, tall, crystal blue-eyed, country boy--- ‘stop that.’ I thought to myself as I started to zero in on Clark’s actual words. “Can we talk? Please? I need your help and I don’t know who else to contact. Please, Y/N…” Clark says gently, almost in a pleading way. He knows how I am when he uses that pleading tone. Ya know what I mean? A big, strong man begging- hell even pleading- for something. “Clark, n-” Before I can even finish my response, there is a heavy knock at my front door which entices my two dogs to start barking. I quickly get up to run downstairs to my front door and aggressively slam it open, only to reveal the big man himself. Clark wears a heavy face, clearly burdened with sadness as he puts his phone in his pocket. 

“Y/N, let me explain..Please? It’s urgent and I-”

CRASH 

My phone crashed against the superhero’s face as I bash it across his face in frustration. Yeah, yeah, ‘HeS SUpErMaN, NoThINg HuRTs HiM!!’ yeah I’m fully aware, but I know it hurt his damn feelings. “Was that really necessary?” Clark asks as he just makes his way into my home as if he owns it or even lives in it. I slam the door shut and turn to the Man of Steel (wish my phone was made of steel right about now..), “Did I say you could-”

“Lois left me..”

My eyes widened in utter shock. Clark left me for this woman, and now the tables turned on him. I may be bitter about him leaving me for Lois Lane, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t want him to be happy. He seemed so in love with her as if they were soulmates. As much as I wanted to tell his stupid big ass ‘you jackass’, I couldn’t bear to rub it in so instead I gave him a loving hug. “I’m so sorry, Clark..” I say softly as I thread my fingers of one of my hands through his raven black hair. Clark buries his face in my neck and I suddenly feel a wetness on my shoulders. ‘Big man’s is crying..Poor man.’ I think to myself as I use my other hand to rub his broad back. “I’m so sorry, Clark..” I say in the most gentle and caring tone I could muster up for this emotionally distraught man. Clark’s hands slowly start gripping my hips tightly, ‘Almost too tight, ah fuck’-- “Clark..You’re going to bruise my damn hips. Relax, please..” I wince as I dig my black stiletto nails into his back and scalp. “I was wrong to leave you, you have to take me back..” Clark says urgently and suddenly backs me into a wall, making me yelp. The burly man then pulls his head back and looks at me, his eyes practically begging me. Of what? I have no idea, but he knows I couldn’t possibly say no. “Please, my queen.” 

My jaw clenches as he uses the old nickname he used for me when we were together. I had no words whatsoever. I know what I’m about to do is stupid, but could you possibly deny this man of what he wants or even needs? My lips then slam against his as I wrap my arms around his neck, digging my nails into his shoulders as they fully wrap around him. Clark quickly reciprocates, picking me up easily and burying his tongue in my mouth to re-exploring every crevice he once knew. “Up..Stairs, Clark..”, the words are muttered out from my mouth as I grab his tongue with my canines and pull. He then quickly walks up the stairs by using his memory to memorize the path to my bedroom he has taken many times. My back is suddenly against my bed as he throws me onto my lush, black velvet covered bed and I look at Clark adoringly. “You know..This is way less sexy when you realize my hair looks like shit and I just woke up.” Clark laughs, but then I quickly interrupt him.

“And also when you realize that you left me for that bitch Lois, and now you’re back in my arms sobbing because she broke your heart like you did mine.” This quickly causes Clark to stop laughing and look away in guilt. I know he really does feel sorry for what he did to me-- us-- but he better think twice if he thinks I’m going to make this all easy for him. “Look, I was stupid back then and-”, “Shut up, country boy.” I say sternly as I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down on top of me. Clark’s surprise face will always be adorable, even now. He mutters out a soft, ‘yes ma’am’, as he quickly rids the both of us from our clothing barriers. Kent starts kissing my chest, slowly making his way down to my entrance. I bury my fingers in his hair and tug harshly as he eats to his heart's content from his (now) favorite meal. I moan softly as he proceeds to nip and make harsh kitten licks across my clit. “Oh Clark..You have so much- ah..Making up to do..You gonna take me out on weekly dates now..” I say sultrily as Clark hums softly in agreement, digging his fingers into my supple thighs. Even though his grip is intensely strong and I know it’ll leave bruises on my soft caramel skin, I don’t bother to tell him to release as I know this is just his way of apologizing. “You're gonna spoil me..Take care of me better than before, you won’t leave me..” I hiss out as my back arches and I gasp, coming closer to sweet completion. “Come on, Clark.” The broad man then slowly starts bending my lower half and delves his tongue further, whispering out, “Anything for you, my love..Come on..”

A loud squeal is suddenly released from my lush lips as I slam my hands down onto the sheets and grip them as if my life depends on it. When I say this man can eat, I mean it literally in both senses. Clark then leans over and whispers softly, “Can I please take you? I need you, please, please, ple-” His mouth is then covered quickly by my hand and I narrow my eyes at him. “Not tonight. You have to earn it, big boy.”

Clark's big blue eyes then look down in defeat, “But-” “No buts. I don’t care if your clothes are off and that monster is out. Not. Tonight.” I then take my hand off and give him a gentle kiss. “Maybe tomorrow..But you need to get a straight head before we do anything that serious.” My hand slicks his hair away from his face and looks at me in understanding. By no means is this big bastard a fool, but sometimes he can be naive and a fool. “Alright..But-” gurgle, gurgle  

We both then laugh softly and press our foreheads together, staring at each other lovingly. “I guess I’ll be cooking, my love.” Clark’s eyes widen and it suddenly registers to me. ‘I said ‘my love’, shit. Well, too late I guess.’ I then kiss his nose and hop up to put clothes on and start cooking for this big beast. Little did I know Clark Kent was beaming in joy as he watched me walk away to care for him once more. Hoping to return things back to normal, no matter what he has to do.  

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Breaking News!

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Words: 2424

Warnings: Awkwardness and Fluffiness :)

A/N: Testing out my hand with your third favorite superhero. Not beta’d or fixed. I just wanted to post this as soon as possible.

Apologizing for the hundredth time to the taxi for making him wait, you struggled out of the car along with your luggage and gave him a generous tip, bidding him a good weekend before looking up to the sky.

“God it’s only five. Someone kill me.” You whispered to yourself, asking for some divine help before grabbing your bag and walking through your building. As soon as you looked at the ‘out of order’ sign on the elevator, you wanted to cry. “There is no way this week can get any worse. Why the fuck did I even choose to live on the 10th floor?” You stood in front of the stairs for a couple of minutes, debating on whether you could just leave your bag down here or call a moving company to carry it because this was not happening. You’d probably die from collapsed lungs if you tried to carry it.

“Need some help?” Jumping at the sudden question, you turned around to see an incredibly attractive and well-dressed man fixing his glasses and pointing at your bag.

“I- uhhhhh, that’s okay. I think I’ll figure something out.” You hated yourself for stuttering in front of him. This week could definitely get worse.

“I mean, the wheels on your luggage broke and the elevator is out of order and you live on the 10th floor so....you need some help??” He chuckled every time your face scrunched as he named each of your current issues.

“Wait how do you know what floor I live on? Are you stalking me?” Your expression must have seemed a little uncomfortable because he gave you one hell of a smile and you almost died.

“I’m your next door neighbor. We never actually met but I’ve seen you run out of your apartment a couple of times in a hurry. I’m Clark by the way, Clark Kent.” The tall man fixed his bag before taking a few steps closer to you and asked you the question quietly again.

“Y/N Y/L/N and ss much as I want you to help me Clark, it’s really heavy and I’d hate to be the cause of some broken bones or a fatigued back. I think I’ll just call someone.” You were about to whip your cell phone out when he unzipped his jacket and leaned down to grab your bag. Before you could start refusing, he was already making his way up the first floor without breaking a sweat.

You, however, were sure death was creeping behind you by the 4th floor and yet here he was making his way up the stairs without even complaining or huffing once or even taking a break.

“Hot damn that’s a nice ass.” Whispering to yourself, you looked up instantly when he suddenly stopped to fix his hold on the bag before continuing up. Clark almost tripped because did you seriously just check him out? He smiled before switching hands and went up a little slower just so you don’t suspect anything.

“Jesus H. Christ can anyone be this cute and sexy at the same time? If only mom would see him…what a specimen.” You spoke to yourself once more, thinking he was definitely far enough to not here you but of course he could, his smile turning into a laugh before he had to cover it up by coughing.

“Hey maybe you should rest, or just let me carry it the rest of the way you’ve really done enough Clark please.” You tried to race in front of him but his larger frame made it impossible for you to go past his arms.

“Only two more floors I’m good. More worried about you actually, you doing alright? You seem a little...off!” Clark didn’t know what else to say because lord knows he wanted to call you out on what you just said and maybe you’d both get something out of it but no. He wasn’t that type of guy. Well, maybe he was; actually he’d make an exception just for you.

As soon as you made it to your floor, you sighed in relief and looked back at him and honestly hated yourself because how the hell did he look so composed carrying 50 pounds of shit up ten floors and here you were panting and wishing you were dead?

“Honestly, I don’t know how to thank you. My superhero!” You dramatically touched your chest and laughed along with him, Clark giggling because of the irony of the whole situation. “You need help with anything else?” Clark asked again, hoping you’d say yes.

“Yeah, my wet panties.” You looked down at your shoes while quietly saying that last part, Clark’s own eyes widening in surprise at your shameless commentary. “Sorry what was that?” He wanted to see how you’d react and sure enough, you looked up at him and swallowed the lump in your throat before squealing a quick ‘nothing.’

“So long trip huh?” He asked just to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah, I was actually attending my cousin’s wedding in Kansas and the three days turned into a week and by the time I got back three days ago, I was needed at the hospital so as you can see, I was close to crying had you not shown up when you did.” You shuffled around in your bag for your keys and Clark had already gotten out his.

“And what do you do?”

“I’m a reporter at the Daily Planet. Sadly my last week wasn’t as adventurous as yours.

“Oh you can’t be serious. Your job is probably more “adventurous” than mine since you’re always writing stories about the super dude. How’s he doing by the way?” Clark’s laugh echoed the hallways at your nickname for him and he had to contain himself to answer, “super dude? Haven’t heard that one before, and he’s probably doing something worth his while right now. My guess, he’s having the absolute best time in weeks.”

“Well, maybe you can take a page out of his book? See where it goes.”

“Nah, I think I’m good.” Clark hears the lock click open as you opened your door and smacks himself mentally for not trying to ask you out. “It was nice to meet you Clark and seriously thank you so much for your help you saved me from having a public mental breakdown. Maybe we should hang out once in a while and catch up okay?”

“Oh, you’re busy now?” You didn’t expect him to ask you this question but part of you felt a little light headed.

“I mean I have to do laundry and cook so how about tomorrow?” You pushed your bag into the apartment before turning back to him.

“I can just order take-out and it’ll get here by the time you finish your laundry!? That way you can just relax for the rest of the night.” Clark really hoped he wasn’t being too forward and a goofy smile took over his features once you nodded and told him to go change and knock on your door when the food gets there.

“See you in a bit.” He yelled out right before you shut the door, taking quick strides to his own place and changing quickly before ordering from his favorite restaurant.

Sometime later, you heard three knocks on your door and ran to open it, your jaw dropping as soon as you took in the way he was dressed. If he looked hot in a suit, then he was on fire now. Quickly averting your eyes from his incredibly tight shirt, you ushered him in and told him to make himself comfortable.

Clark was in the middle of fixing his plate when he heard you talking to yourself again.

“I mean, who the fuck looks that good in a plain blue shirt and gray sweatpants? I’m definitely going to die tonight...no I’m not going to ask him to have sex are you stupid? He’s my next door neighbor you moron. Whatever, I gotta go he’s waiting. Shut up. Bye.” You must’ve been talking on the phone with someone, the conversation replaying in Clark’s mind because he could probably just ask you out and you’d say yes. But what if it backfired? What if you broke up or worse, you found out who he was? No he couldn't do this. Not to you at least.

He looked up as soon as you walked into the room, eyes shooting straight to the pile of laundry in the basket which you just brought out to wash.

“Sorry, this is the last round I swear. You can start eating.” You kept on walking to the washer and dryer near the kitchen, quickly pulling the first round out of the dryer and placing the second one in the washer. You made your way back to your bedroom and looked up at him when you heard him calling your name.

“Yeah what’s up?” The question hadn’t left your lips before he was looking at you with an interested expression, and seconds later, you were running to grab your panties out of his grasp.

“Ummmm,” Clark couldn’t help but blush because of course you owned superman panties.

“I swear I only got them because they were on sale.” You shoved them in your pockets before walking back to your room and throwing them away, shutting the door behind you before going back and fixing your own plate.

“Hey hey no need to explain to me anything. You dropped them and I happened to be around.” Clark tried to think of anything else but you wearing those and straddling him, maybe using him to get off before making out with him. He shook his head violently and looked down to see a tent forming on his sweatpants.

Crap, no abort abort, think of kittens stuck in trees, think of your parents, think of your dog, anything but how she’d feel beneath you god damn it.

“Can we just forget this please like, I don’t want to die of embarrassment tonight. Besides, I own a Batman pair as well so it’s not a big deal.”

And that seemed to do the trick, Clark’s smile dropping instantly because he didn’t need this image right now.

An hour or so passed and the two of you were dying of laughter as you told him what happened at your cousin’s wedding.”Seriously, he just dropped his pants in front of everyone and pretended he was the bride?” Clark asked as he helped you clean up in the kitchen.

“I mean his brother was pissed but it was so fucking hilarious to witness. Hey, you want some tea?” You poured some extra water in the kettle when he nodded, trying to push him off so he doesn’t wash the dishes and marveling at just how solid he was.

“Anyway, what happened next was w-” Not paying attention to where he was walking, you bumped into him violently, causing your hand to tilt and the boiling water to spill all over his chest and feet. “OH MY GOD SHIT SHIT I’M SORRY WAIT HERE!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, throwing the kettle in the sink before running to get your first aid kit from your luggage. When you came back, you saw him standing there looking at his shirt, a quizzical look on your face because he should be screaming in agony.

“Shit shit shit come here, sit down and take your shirt off.” You grabbed his hands and pushed him on the couch before you settled between his knees to examine him.

“Wait Y/N I need to call-”

“Clark stop just trust me okay I’ve dealt with burned patients before. Take your shirt off.” When he didn’t do as you ordered, you took matters into your own hands, quite literally, pulling up his shirt and throwing it across the room before taking out some gauze and pain relief medicine.

But when you looked back at his chest, there was nothing. Not one inch was burned, actually, his skin wasn’t even red or inflamed. It was as clear as a baby’s skin, the hairs adorning his chest wet from the water. Turning your gaze to his feet, you found that they were also just wet and not peeled off or anything.

It took you a few seconds to collect yourself before making eye contact, Clark’s facial expression more apologetic than your own. “Umm, surprise!” He smiled awkwardly before standing up and retrieving his shirt to dry himself off.

A few moments passed before you managed to find something to say.

“Well this is awkward. Ughh, and you saw my panties too.”

“Listen, Y/N-”

“Breaking News! Local girl is an idiot and made a fool out of herself in front of the man of steel.” You collected your tools and placed them back in the box before standing up and sitting on the couch instead of him.

“I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t-” Clark started to ask when you cut him off once again, knowing very well he was worried about his secret coming out.

“Don’t worry super dude, I won’t tell a soul. You have my word.” You tried to make things less awkward but he was still standing shirtless in the middle of your apartment.

“It’s a hard secret to keep.” Clark shifted awkwardly in his place, looking everywhere else but you.

“I’m a doctor. It’s my job to not tell secrets, remember? Seriously I won’t tell anyone I swear.” Walking past him, you went to the kitchen and took out a towel to clean up the mess on the floor. When you heard him coming up behind you, you stopped and decided to give him some attention.

He tried to make things a little less awkward and decided to joke around a bit. “So are you going to ask for something in return? Like fly around or something?” You saw what he was trying to do and felt a little bad because you’d be as worried, if not more, as him if such a huge secret escaped.

“Help me clean this up?” He looked at you like you grew a second head and you just shrugged. “Oh and please put a shirt on.”

“Why, you don’t think I’m cute and sexy with my shirt off?” Clark’s heart skipped a beat at your flustered reaction and he hoped that you’d say yes when he finally grew the balls to ask you out.

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Ohhh love it 😍 Stevie and Clark yessssss .... I am completely shocked Bucky cheated and lied about ever dating our Stevie... I wonder who he cheated with (nat?)

“Golden Boy”

One Shot

Crossover: DC/Marvel

Clark Kent x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1,426

Summary: After a bad breakup Steve quite literally finds himself in the arms of a new man.

A/N: I was sick and pinterest-ing and between these two an idea formed and here it is…. Leave me comments???

*****

Clark quietly padded back to the bedroom and stood silently in the doorway, deep blue eyes taking in the golden form laying in his bed as he sipped his coffee.

Steve stretched, rolled and pulled a pillow into his arms before settling back into the covers.

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Superman: The Rise of Isis (Henry Cavill Superman Fanfic), Chapter 9: Sect of Sethos

Chapter 9: Sect of Sethos

NAPANA POV

I watched the television accounts with mounting rage.

Isis alive? And our Sethos is not?

I looked over at the unmarked sarcophagus which was found in a shaft near Amenhotep III, though he was buried later. Those archaeologists would have found out if we hadn't stolen everything and killed a few people. It was fate that we found it-that they did. We'd not had the body for a year.

"How can we bring him back?"

I stirred from my thoughts to see Ahote, standing and staring at the sarcophagus.

"Work is being done as we speak," I told him. "As soon as Isis made her appearance, I sent Powaqa to the revival site." He smiled. "We have potential allies already on their way to meet with us."

"Who?"

"Terrorists, of course."

Ahote frowns. "Terrorists?"

"From Syria?"

Ahote's face lit with understanding. "Ah."

"I told them they would come to us one day, needing our help," I nodded. "After the goddess attacked them for their name, I knew it was a matter of time."

"So what are we doing?"

"We will meet the Syrians at the temple."

"Mount Catherine?"

"No," I shrugged. "We are going to the temple." I took a deep breath and leveled my gaze at the young man before me. "We can summon the heavens to strike Sethos alive."

"What?"

"That is the plan," I told him. "Syrians are bringing the life water, and we have the ritual to perform."

It took many men to move the stone sarcophagus, but we had enough. Many were tired of Isis coming back from the dead and trying to tell us what to do, and who to be! And why didn't Chinzara tell me? I thought, even though we did not protect the same deity, he would tell if we could bring back any of the days of old.

But no matter. I found out, and did what I must.

When the moon rose, my men and I began our journey to the Valley of Kings with Seth. The temple awaited in silence in the night as we prayed to all who could hear that we needed help to complete the mission. We knew of pharaohs and kings who worshiped Set if only to keep chaos and destruction at bay, calling to their graves to raise their voices to allow Seth to rise again.

When we arrived we praised the night. We walked through the temple entrance, feeling small as we walked man made canyon walls that presented only the sky as a nightlight. We gravitated toward the moon steadily as though we could catch it. Carrying Sethos, we believed we could.

We could see the others up ahead. They looked anxious as the skies thundered above us but did not yield a drop of rain.

"Pahana! Ahote!" I called. They nodded and headed the movement of the sarcophagus to the altar. They leveraged it with strong leather pulleys and lifted it onto it. From the shadows came a group of men, one leading four guarding a dozen men with huge jugs "You have it?"

A dozen men each held large jugs looking at us. One stepped forward, partially removing his head garment. "Yes. I see you have come through as promised."

I gave a small smile and looked to the heavens. "Shall we start?"

We hurried to an altar and lifted the sarcophagus onto it. The men anxiously poured the water into the sarcophagus, emerging the body as I read from the Book of the Dead. I had the spell and prayer almost memorized; it was part of me. My chants grew louder as the darkness seemed to envelope the heavens. The skies became starless. Even the moon seemed to dim in retreat watching what was about to happen.

And my heart sang. How long had we been looking for Sethos? How long had we been separated from him who brought us victory thousands of years ago, even though it was short lived? It was genius for them to hide him in an unmarked shaft grave in the Valley of Kings. And yet, as if fate had deemed it so, we found him, and Isis was even alive, no less!

"O you sycomore of the sky," I prayed loudly to the heavens. "may there be given to him the air which is in it, for it is he who sought out that throne in the midst of Wenu [Hermopolis]. I have guarded this egg of the Great Cackler. If it grows, he grows; if it lives, he live: if it breathes air, he breathes air."

The lightning began to blink in the sky, a sign that once again, this was meant to be.

"Oh you sole one who shine in the moon, O you sole one who glow in the sun, may Sethos go forth from those multitudes of yours who are outside, mahy those who are in the sunshine release him, may the Netherworld be open to him when Sethos goes out into the day in order to do what he wishes to do on earth among the living!"

Everyone backed away from the altar as the lightning seemed to be closer than ever. I kept changing and then lightning struck. We were all thrown back by the power.

Then, someone sat up!

Others retreated in fear, but I slowly crawled to altar.

It was him! It was Sethos!

He looked about tiredly and then down at me. "Servant."

I bowed deeply. I was already on my knees.

"How long has it been, loyal one?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Too long my lord, too long."

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Leading Lady, Chapter 15: (Almost) Sex in Seattle (A Henry Cavill Cast Fic)

Chapter 15: Almost Sex in Seattle (Kitara POV)

I was missing him already.

Shane had to go back to Los Angeles for screen and makeup tests. I was stuck in Seattle alone for a bit and then Phoenix, but he said he'd be back by Friday for the Saturday con in Phoenix. I was planning on leaving for Phoenix that night. I kept closing my eyes remembering when he left.

"Don't look like that," he smiled at me.

"Look like what?" I asked him as he left his luggage at the door and strode to me and took me in his arms.

"Ah, that's it," he murmured, rubbing my back gently. "I'll only be gone a few days! Everything will be fine--" he tilted my chin up so that our eyes could meet. "promise." He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, and stole a quick peck on the lips. "Admit it."

"What?"

"You're going to miss me." He tickled my sides. "C'mon, say it."

I looked up at him. "I am going to miss you." I felt my throat tighten.

"Aww," he gave me an extra squeeze . "I'll let you know when I land."

"Okay."

He chuckled a little, shaking his head at me. "A month of Saturdays."

"What?"

"We've been on this tour about a month of Saturdays," his expression was one of humor as he raised an eyebrow at me. "First you were running from me, now you seem like you're running to me." When he saw my discomfort, he shook his head at me. "Hid a present in the apartment."

"What?"

"I will bet you don't find it before I land in L.A."

"I bet I will!" I loved games. He knew that.

"To the victor goes the spoils!"

"What...spoils?" I gave him a squeeze.

"Heh." He turned on his heel. "Better find it."

I hastened behind him and held him again, kissing the middle of his back, and he turned to look at me. That kiss was pure instinct, I just did it. I was embarrassed.

"I'll never get out this way," he shook his head, caressing my cheek. "Missing you already." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, kissed me like he did that day in the guestroom in San Diego. I was breathless when he let me go. "Better?"

I couldn't talk.

"Time's ticking," he smiled, and walked out the door.

I stood there for awhile, just thinking of him. This time I picked a house I absolutely wanted to stay in, but it was a one bedroom cottage. He practically dared me to rent it, almost suggesting that living in such close quarters would be...risky:

"I am perfectly capable of being a gentleman, but I am not perfectly capable of sleeping on a couch," he said with a mischievous smile.

"So, we share the bedroom?"

"Why not?" he asked. "Is there a problem?"

The question hung in the air, the perfect dare, and I agreed.

Little did I know that living in close quarters with him would be so...enticing. Watching him come out of the bathroom in a towel because he forgot something or watching him sleep because I was such an early riser were perks that I'd've damn near paid for. Watching his reaction when I did the same was something. He would stop what he was doing, and I could feel his eyes following me around the room. It was as if he was touching me with looks.

Our days were sort of touristy. I wanted him to see the U.S., and there were honestly parts I hadn't seen either. We saw the needle of course, but the highlight of the week had been Snoqualmie Falls and Winery, not for the sights or the wine, but the fact that we almost crossed the line there:

"God!" I half whispered, half hissed as he braced me against the cave wall and squatted to lift me. My legs went around him instinctively, didn't think about it for a second. We were kissing as if we would never see each other again. I started sucking his tongue, tasting wine in his mouth from the first set of tastings on the tour, and he pulled back with a groan to nibble my lips because I had some strawberries and champagne earlier.

"Shhh..." He managed to push my tank top back, and when his mouth closed over my breast, I bit my lip, but the cry vibrated in my throat. He licked my neck and then went back to what he was doing before. We were grinding against each other, fully clothed and risking being caught. I was shaking, gasping because I knew in that moment, I wouldn't stop him from doing anything. The need was almost painful, my hips kept moving up and down on him for some kind of solace, and he moved with me, his breathing ragged in my ear as he nipped it.

It was the sound of other tourists in the distance that made us stop. He slowly released my legs and slid my body down his so I could feel all that I had missed. I whimpered softly nuzzling his chest as my feet touched ground.

"You," he panted. "Are a dangerous woman."

"If I am, it's entirely your fault."

The nights were the best. We had s'mores on the firepit, an American camping snack, sinful concoction of chocolate and marshmallows on graham crackers. We were both trying to watch our diets, so we only had one each the first night we did, and shared one each night after. We even roasted beer brats on the fire. We lounged in the hot tub almost every night, watching movies or listening to music on our phones or laptops. And then there was the making out--or snogging. We couldn't seem to help that, not after we'd toured Snoqualmie...

I snapped from the memory. I had to find this present!

I started in the yard. We'd spent a lot of time there. By the time the sun was high, I knew he didn't hide it there at all. I stopped to eat lunch, frustrated. He could be landing soon!

I looked over at Zeus, who was barely awake in his basket bed, and I was sure I was the one that got him up with my racket. "Some help you are!" I grumbled. He stood and...he tinkled! Tinkled?! "Zeus?" I looked at him, and thought I saw something flicker from around his neck. I immediately hit the floor in a elbow plank for a better look. "Oh, my God!" I squealed and crawled over. "Zeus, you wonderful little mutt!" I laughed, picking him up. Hooked on a ring to his tags were charms-Los Angeles, San Diego and Seattle, but there was also a key? "Oh, my God!" I scrambled for the bedroom and started going through drawers which were mostly empty. "A key means a box. I got charms, Zeus! That means a bracelet, I know it does!" I looked under the bed, pulled off the sheets and pillows, this was an all out ransack. He was landing soon-I didn't have much time! "Damn it!"

My cell started playing Hungry Like a Wolf, and I rolled my eyes. I clicked on my earpiece and kept searching.

"Hello?!" I was looking under the bed.

Shane's laughter held triumph. "Ha, I knew it!"

"I found the charms-cute by the way-" I got to my feet. "But this isn't fair!" I'm looking for two things! Charms and a bracelet, right?"

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

"But, sweetie, you overlooked it."

I stood still. Overlooked it? I backed out of the bedroom, grabbing the phone on the way. I was here, with the dog..."Oh, my God!" I heard him laughing as I returned to Zeus's bed, and pulled up the pillow he had been laying on. And there under him was a box, a flat jewelry gift box with no lock. I was confused. I opened the box and pulled out the charm bracelet. "Oh, Shane, it's beautiful." I breathed. "But what is the key for?"

"Let a man have a secret or two."

"Sha-ane!"

"Darling, that's it...for now." he chuckled. "Ride's here, talk you later."

I sighed, "Alright, be safe."

He laughed softly, making my heart flutter. "You too. Cheers."

I sat there on the couch, and began assembling my gifts. Oh, it was more beautiful than I thought. I lifted my hand to the light, admiring the sparkly thing, and I swallowed hard, tears in my eyes. I had ten more cities with him. Ten. Oh, God, what was I going to do? I took a picture of my gift, sending it to Laura immediately. My cell played Vogue by Madonna, and I picked it up. She'd gone to the concert recently, so I changed her ringer. "Oh, Lala!"

"Hey, what's up? Nice sparkly, by the way," Laura said. "Been shopping?"

"No."

"Oh...is that a gift?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Well, damn, honey, what's wrong?" she asked. "I mean, I'm guessing it's from Shane?"

"Yes!"

"Falling, are we?" she asked teasingly.

"He's too good to be true, Lala," I said, looking at my bracelet. "He's..."

"Don't ruin this, Kiki," Laura warned. "Maybe he's just an overdue gift from the universe."

"Lala."

"Things are finally working your way after so long," Laura said softly, her voice feeling like a hug. "Your books are flying off shelves and sites. Two are in the works for movies with no one better than your dream guy, and don't deny that he is, it's pointless with me. Go with the flow, hon." There was silence. "Kiki, I mean it."

"I know, I know you're right," I breathed. "We shared a bedroom this week, you know."

"Yes, I know," her mischievous voice returned. "How's that going?"

"Not...yet."

"I'm going to say this one more time," Laura said sternly. "Go with the flow, see where it goes. You will either end up happy as hell or with a hell of a memory. Is that bad?"

I didn't answer. "Thanks, Lala."

"Anytime, hon," she said gently. "See you in Vegas. It's your first panel."

"What?"

"They've got a panel of writers who went from digital to screen," she said happily. "You're in, and yes, bring that man with you, he's good for you."

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Ahw this was so sweet! I need some more Clark in my life! 😍

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Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Words: 2424

Warnings: Awkwardness and Fluffiness :)

A/N: Testing out my hand with your third favorite superhero. Not beta’d or fixed. I just wanted to post this as soon as possible.

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[honey-bee-holly]

Ok ok ok.... okay... this is bloody good oh god the awkwardness and the flirting haha 😂 I need more... you should definitely read more Clark Kent love

Breaking News!

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Words: 2424

Warnings: Awkwardness and Fluffiness :)

A/N: Testing out my hand with your third favorite superhero. Not beta’d or fixed. I just wanted to post this as soon as possible.

Keep reading