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[midnightstar-90]

A Child In A Woman’s Body

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Smallville! Clark Kent x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Sound stupid but something domestic with Clark and reader just going grocery shopping. Small and intimate.

Warnings: Fluff

Y/N’s POV

Clark and I sat on his bed with our heads in our textbooks. Clark and I hadn’t had much time to spend together, since he had to help his family with their farm, and I had my internship with LuthorCorp, thanks to Lex. So because of our busy schedules, Clark and I decided weeks ago that we would take a personal day for ourselves. But the issue was that that personal day would have to be on a school night. Our parents allowed us to sleep over as long as we got school work done, first. Which was an agreeable compromise.

Now, you might be thinking, “Your parents know you’re dating, and they let you sleep in the same room?!” Yeah. Our parents trust that Clark and I will do the right thing. And besides. Clark and I basically grew up together, having sleepovers almost every night until junior high. 

When Clark and I were little, I was best friends with Lana Lang. Lana lived right next door to the Kents, but it wasn’t until after the meteor shower that I met Clark. From there, Clark and I grew closer. And yeah, I was aware of Clark’s crush on my other best friend. But in the end, Clark’s crush eventually wore off, and he and I ended up together,

Clark and I sat criss-cross, across from each other. We took turns reading the questions, and we made a game out of who could answer the question the quickest. I read the next question on our homework, “Write the equation of the line in slope-intercept form with x-intercept 3 and y-intercept -4.” 

As soon as I finished reading the words, Clark looked up from his page, and he looked directly at me. He wore a mischievous grin as he said, “Easy. It’s y=4/3x -4”. 

My eyes went wide with shock as I reached over, grabbing his notebook. He had the whole problem answered, along with his work shown. My mouth dropped, and I began to stutter, “H-h-h-how?” 

Clark’s mischievous grin was instantly replaced by a nervous look. He looked away from me, thinking. “I worked ahead,” Clark said, suddenly not so nervous. He was now sporting the beautiful smile that I fell for. 

I slapped Clark’s arm and yelled out, “Clark!” His other hand went up to where I slapped him, and he held his arm as if he was in pain. 

There was a mysterious glint in his eye as he looked at me. “You should’ve been quicker,” he said. But it wasn’t until I saw the evil look in his eye that I realized what was happening. But it was too late for me to get away. Clark had already begun to lean over and tickle me before I could get away.

I laughed out loud as I felt Clark tickle me across my stomach. “Clark… Stop. Please!” I begged. But our playful actions were cut off by a small knock on the door. Clark and I both looked away from each other, and we directed our attention to his door. It slowly opened, revealing Clark’s mother.

Martha smiled as she looked between Clark and I. I thought that she wouldn’t like seeing me leaning over her son, while his hands were across my stomach, but it seems like I was wrong. She continued to smile and said, “It looks like you kids are having fun.” I looked up at Clark and smiled before looking back at Martha. “I just wanted to come upstairs and say that I’ll be back. Your father’s in the barn, and I will be at the store.”

“Mom, don’t worry about it. Y/N and I can do it,” I smiled, going along with Clark. Martha looked unsure. She grimaced as she said, “Are you sure? I don’t want to put too much on you two.”

“It’s not too much. Y/N and I needed a break, anyways. Right?” He said, looking over at me. I lifted myself off of Clark and nodded at the redheaded woman. “See,” Clark gestured towards me.

“Okay,” She said slowly. Martha’s hand slowly moved toward her back pant pocket and pulled out a rectangular sheet of paper. “Here’s the shopping list. It shouldn’t be too much. I have some money in my wallet. And because of your volunteering, feel free to get something for yourself. You too, Y/N,” She said, giving us one last look before leaving the room.

When Clark and I arrived at his family's grocery store, I instantly felt like a child in a candy shop. I ran over to where the store kept their carts, and I pulled one out before racing the cart back to Clark. Clark smiled as he watched me race towards him. The cart was right in front of him when he held his hand out, stopping the cart. I felt the back of the cart, where I was, slowly move off the floor, scaring me a little, before suffering a rough landing.

“You are a child in a woman’s body,” Clark laughed.

I held onto the handlebars and lifted myself onto the bottom area of the cart before looking at Clark with a fake pout. “Push me, Clarkie,” I said in a childish voice. Clark chuckled and shook his head, moving from his spot to push the cart I was currently standing on. What more could I say than, “You can take the woman out of the child, but you can’t take the child out of the woman.”

Clark ended up pushing me all throughout the store, but when we got to Isle 19, it was all over. You see, Isle 19 is the toy section, of the store, and let us just say, I love toys. I jumped off the cart and pushed past Clark to get to the colorful balls in the bungee cord cage. I pulled a pink one out, and I turned to Clark. 

Clark’s demeanor had changed from happy to angry dad. He pointed at me and said, “Y/N, No.”

I didn’t listen at aimed the ball at Clark. “Think fast,” I warned, throwing the ball toward the young farm boy. I pulled out another, which was green tie-dye this time, but I didn’t realize that Clark had walked up behind me. He took the ball from my hand and shoved it back into the cage, along with the pink one I had just thrown at him. “I said no, Y/N,” he said. Clark picked me up and placed me into the cart as if I weighed nothing to him.

I was now stuck in the basket of the cart. I sat with my legs crisscrossed, so I could fit a little more easily, and my arms were left folded across my chest with a pout. I was kinda upset, but I also saw why Clark did it. I was acting like a child, and if my child did that,  I might just do the same thing.

Clark had finished finding everything on his mother’s list, and we made our way to the checkout. I was still in the basket of the cart. And yeah, I could've gotten out at any time, but it felt much better to be pushed than to be walking all throughout the store.

Martha was right, there wasn’t much on the list. It was just basic food for meals throughout the week. And seeing as it was only the three of them, I guess they don’t need much food. 

We entered an empty checkout lane, and I did my part by placing each item in the cart on the conveyor belt. Clark picked up the stuff closer to him, and when the cart was completely empty, Clark moved toward me, holding his hand out for me to grab. I took ahold of his hand and climbed out of the cart. 

“Thank you, kind sir,” I said, attempting a British accent. 

“You’re welcome, fair maiden,” Clark said, doing the same thing.

“You guys are so cute,” The middle age store clerk said with a smile. “When I was your age, my boyfriend and I were the same way. It made people sick,” She laughed.

Clark and I stared at the woman with a caring smile. “And what happened between you two?” I asked. “We got married and had 2 kids. We’ve been together for 30 years. We met in high school.”

“So, do you think there is hope for us?” Clark asked the woman. 

She scanned the last item and looked us straight in the eye. “Oh, honey! You two will make it all the way. I have faith in that. There may be some bumps in the road, but you’ll figure it out, together,” she said. “Now. your total is $48.90.”

Clark handed the woman a $50 dollar bill and told her to keep the change. We both began to pack the cart up and we left the store building.

When we made it to the truck, I stopped and looked at Clark. “Did you hear that Clark?” I asked, in glee. “That lady says she has hope in us, and I believe her,” I finished.

“Yeah. I hope she’s right, because I want to make it my mission to stay with you until the day I die,” Clark said, packing up the groceries. 

“You really mean it, Clarkie?”

“Yeah, I do.”

I ran up to Clark and I pulled him into a strong hug. “Oh! I love you, Clark!” I exclaimed. I leaned out of the hug and looked Clark straight in the eye. “I love you too, you big kid,” he ruffled my hair. I snaked my arms around his neck and sealed our romantic moment with a kiss. 

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[mlmxreader]

Hell of a Ride | Clark Kent x m!reader (🍋)

@spicyveganfun asked: “I wanna fuck you so badly right now” and hair pulling kink with Clark Kent and a bottom reader

summary: you and Clark get down on the sofa. 

tws: hair pulling!kink, swearing, anal, anal fingering, praise!kink

notes: top!Clark, bottom!reader, sub!Clark, dom!reader

word count: 948

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You and Clark were enjoying your time at home together, lounging on the sofa without a care in the world, his groin pressed up against your ass as he trailed his hand up and down your side, his touch so deft and so gentle as he admired every spot of skin he could touch, hidden beneath the duvet that covered you both from the shoulders down; you wanted him so badly, pressing your ass against his cock a little as you squirmed to try and get him to ask, but he simply blushed and swallowed thickly, the sound audible only because of how close you were. You sighed, and reached down to grab his wrist. 

“Clark, please,” you whined. “I wanna fuck you so badly right now…” 

Clark’s face went a little pink as he smiled, licking his lips. “Would you, uhm, would you go get the lube?”

You nodded, a little eager as you slipped into the bathroom; you made sure to stretch your ass with your fingers as you applied the lube, waiting for him to stroke himself as you felt yourself getting harder the more you played with your ass. You hoped that you had applied enough lube, and stretched yourself enough, as you slipped back beneath the duvet, wriggling out of your boxers as you did so; your breath was a little ragged as you licked your lips and got on top of him. 

“You ready?”

Clark nodded, letting out a harsh and loud moan when you lined him with your ass and sank down; you started to roll your hips and to quietly growl when he sat upright and started to thrust up into your ass. Fuck, he was hitting all the right places without even trying. 

Not thinking twice about it, you grabbed the hair at the back of his head, and pulled tightly. 

“Oh, fuck!” He gasped, pounding into you a little harder. 

“You like that?” You asked, working your ass on him as you moaned softly, biting down on your bottom lip. 

Clark nodded, a little needy if he was honest. “Yes! Please… please, (y/n), do that again.” 

Never one to disappoint, you yanked his hair again, enjoying the little whimpers of pleasure that left him when you did; you had no idea that he would be into such a thing, but you couldn’t say you were surprised. You yanked him into a kiss, hot and open mouthed and heavy, and when you slipped your tongue into his mouth, he whined, grabbing your ass to try and pull you closer as you ground down against him. Fuck, you loved the way his cock felt in your ass, and you loved how needy he could be. You loved it when he was submissive even more, and when he pulled away, begging for you to keep riding him and to keep pulling his hair, you couldn’t resist, even going so far as to praise him. 

“You’re doing so good, Clark,” you moaned, rolling your hips against him, almost letting go of his hair when you placed your other hand against his shoulder, able to feel his sweat against his skin. “Fuck, I love how you fill me up like this… shit, don’t stop.” 

He wasn’t about to stop, a little more confident in his thrusts and his upward snaps of his hips, keeping his hands on your ass, not enough to leave marks but enough to make you shudder and shiver on top of him; you really, really loved it when he did that. He was so fucking needy, whimpering and whining and begging for you to pull his hair, to praise him, to use his cock like a sex toy - you loved every second of it, his little whines and whimpers, his soft begs, his quiet pleads for more, more, more. And you were more than happy to indulge every request, loving the way that he met your gaze with such pleading eyes; fuck, you loved it when he was submissive. The Man of Steel himself, begging for you to use him like he was a fucking toy. 

“You’re being such a good boy,” you praised, ghosting your lips against his. “Such a fucking good boy.” 

Clark loved it when you praised him, more than he could say, and as you continued to do all those things that he loved so much; he almost couldn’t hold himself back, his grip on your ass growing a little rougher as he sped up the way he moved his hips against you, little whines and whimpers and mewls leaving his lips as he begged for you to let him cum, to please let him cum. You could hardly hold yourself back, moving your ass a little slower as you gasped and moaned against his lips, the noises so low and thunderous that they were almost hardly audible; you pushed him down against the sofa, your hands on his chest as you let out a loud moan of his name, cumming all over his chest - he couldn’t hold himself back at that point, daring to cum inside your ass as you continued to work him, panting heavily as you did your best to try and think of something, anything, that you could say. 

“Fuck me,” you breathed out eventually, swiping a hand down your chest and chuckling. “You certainly know how to show a guy a good time, don’t you, Clark?”

Bashful and blushing, Clark shrugged as he licked his lips. “I do try… would you like me to run you a bath?”

You nodded, humming softly as you let him pull out. “A bath does sound really good, right now, I won’t lie.” 

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[princessaxoxo]

Pumpkin Kisses

Clark Kent x Reader 

Summary: Clark and you have a date at a pumpkin patch which leads to fun in the corn maze 

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, some fluff, unprotected sex (p in v), public sex, fingering, dirty talk, cussing, squirting

Word Count: 1.3k+

Autumn is always your favorite time of year—the breeze in the air, how the leaves change colors, and, in your opinion, pumpkin patches. The enjoyment you feel searching for the biggest pumpkin to carve is unlike any other. Clark and you pulled into the pumpkin patch; your eyes sparkled at the sight of all the pumpkins, pumpkin cider, and, best of all, the corn maze they surprisingly have this year.

After you both exit the car, you immediately grab his hand and go in search of the perfect pumpkin. For the next few hours, you and Clark examine different pumpkins to find the perfect one. “How is this one?” Clark asked you, and looking at the pumpkin in full, you knew it was the one. The pumpkin was perfectly round, with no dents, and the color was bright.

You pointed towards the cornfield, and Clark turned his head. “Stud muffin, we need to go through the maze,” you said, ecstatic. Knowing how happy it would make you, he couldn’t turn the opportunity away. “I’d be delighted to go through the maze with you, sweetheart,” he said before kissing you.

Clark picked up the pumpkin, his muscles bulging underneath his shirt as he carried it to pay. After placing the pumpkin in the trunk, he held on to your hand and headed towards the corn maze. The sky was starting to change into different shades of orange and yellow.

The two of you are holding hands while laughing hysterically and walking through the maze. Realizing you and Clark are reaching a dead end, the both of you stop for a moment, still laughing as he pulls you into his arms.

Looking down at you and smiling, he kissed you softly. “Mhm, yummy.” His kisses are always so sweet; his lips are molded flawlessly with yours. “I think we’re stuck, sweetheart,” he laughed. His laugh is so infectious that it vibrates through you. “I think you may be right; I underestimated this,” you chuckled.

“We need to try and find our way out; let’s go, honey.” You started on your way, but Clark stayed in his spot, not moving an inch. You turned around to look at him. “What are you doing?” He made a motion with his hand to walk back to him. “I think this is the perfect timing.”

“Perfect timing for what?” You gave him a weird expression. “I’ve always wanted to have sex with you in a public place.” Clark winked at you with a smile. You looked around; the both of you were alone, and you didn’t hear anyone nearby. This was the first time Clark mentioned wanting to have public sex; you’ve fantasized about this too. You stood up on your tip-toes, looked at him, and said, “Let’s do it, stud muffin.”

Clark and you started to kiss, and you bit his bottom lip to tease him a little every time he tried to go back in for another one. "y/f/n, are you going to tease me right now?” He raised his eyebrow at you, and you playfully said, "Mhm, and what are you going to do about it?”

Hearing you say that in such a condescending tone was shocking. He knew you were trying to provoke him. In bed, Clark likes to be fairly rough but overall gentle with you. However, since you were acting like a brat, he would fuck you like one.

The two of you were standing in the middle of the small cornfield, and his kisses were becoming more aggressive. The thought of the two of you having sex in public with the possibility of being caught made your pussy and your panties dampen.

Clark's long fingers run over your silky skin, trailing underneath your skirt and finding their way between your smooth thighs. His fingers glide against your clit, covered by your soaked panties. His lips brush against your ear as he begins to whisper, “My sweet girl, drenched for me already, always ready for me to fuck you." This was a new side of Clark you were seeing, and you couldn’t wait to see more of it.

Clark began to rub his fingers between your folds before plunging two into you. He wasn’t going to take his time and be gentle with you, as usual. No, he wanted you to beg for him to stop; he wanted you to become so sensitive from making you come. He was going to fuck that attitude out of you.

Clark increased his speed, his digits still inside you. You could feel a new sensation in your lower stomach; that feeling was building until it popped like a bubble. "Clark, Oh my!” you screamed.

Your head was in a haze, and your eyes closed as you felt your legs shaking and starting to buckle. Clark kissed your jaw. “Look at this delicious mess you made all over me." You opened your eyes and looked down at his shirt, realizing you had squirted. Your breathing was still erratic, and in utter shock, you felt a little embarrassed, but Clark wouldn’t let that happen.

He ripped off your panties, surprising you by stuffing them in your mouth. Clark picked you up, walking over to the piles of hay that were stacked high and pushing you up against them. You undid his belt and zipper, pulling his cock out. He spitted in his hand, rubbing it around, and eased himself into your silk folds, lathering himself with your juices before plunging into you with his head thrown back with a groan. “This pussy is made for me.”

His muscles strained under his shirt as he moved deeper into you with each snap of his hips. Clark watched you take off your sweater in a hurry and then pull down your bra so he could see your tits bounce up and down. The sight of them made him more eager. You twisted one of your nipples, making you whimper in pleasure.

“Nope, you wanted to act like a brat; you’ll be treated as one.” Clark swatted your hand away and grabbed your tit, leaning forward and circling your nipple with his tongue.

The mixture between him sucking on your tits and fucking you at once was becoming too much. Your resolve was crumbling; he could see that you were about to come. So he made his movements faster, and when you finally did, he didn’t stop. He wanted you to be sensitive. "Baby, ah," you pushed on his chest, but Clark wasn’t budging.

He removed his mouth from your nipple and decided to move his hand down to your clit and rubbed viciously, your face screwed up in pleasure and pain. That same feeling from earlier returned. Clark removed his finger from your clit and brought it to your mouth.

“Open up,” he said in a low growl. You knew what to do. You sucked on his fingers with a moan that sent him into a spiral. Clark was close—too close. "Baby, I’m coming.” You felt yourself soak him with your juices.

"Shit, sweetheart, I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Want all my cum like a good girl?” He asked you with a primal look in his eyes, "Yes, baby, fill me up." With your pussy grasped around his cock, his seed poured into you. Clark eased out of you, the two of you holding onto each other and breathing in sync to calm down. He slowly puts you down, grabbing your face gently and kissing you. “Are you okay?” You loved that Clark was so attentive and caring. “Mhm, trust me, I’m perfect.”

The two of you got dressed; you saw his glasses on the ground and giggled at the fact that neither of you paid attention to them falling. You saw how dark the sky had gotten. “We should hurry and find our way out before they close and we get stuck here all night, stud muffin." The rest of the way out, Clark was pulling hay out of your hair, making the both of you giggle.

You both reached the end of the maze at the perfect time. Over the speakers, they announced the pumpkin patch was closing for the night and would reopen again tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. “This is our yearly tradition now, sweetheart.”

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[blughxreader]

Platonic Yan!Superman

Summary: An afternoon-in-the-life of Superfam's kidnapped darling CW: post-kidnap, chains. relatively tame, Clark is a good daddy. ambiguously aged reader. ft, mommy lois. WC: 624

When it comes to you, Clark's strength and self-control sit in a precarious balance.

It takes monumental discipline not to break people's ear drums from the blast-off towards home or to flatten Smallville's crops when landing too suddenly. The frenzied excitement at seeing you after a long day makes him forget his powers, but he's generally mindful.

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Clark landed in a gust of air that rattled the house, hand on the doorknob before the windows even vibrated. It took him a second to remember to be human.

Clark inhaled deeply through his nose and went through his checklist.

Human strength?

Breathing?

Feet on the ground?

Calm and collected?

Warm air and the delicious smell of dinner greeted him like a hug. Clark took a step inside, carefully measuring the weight behind each step until he comfortably distributed his usual 235 pounds. Tension bled from his muscles when he narrowed in on your frantic heartbeat upstairs.

"Hi, baby," Lois called from the kitchen.

Clark migrated towards her voice, spotting Lois at the table with her head ducked behind her computer screen.

"Hi, you." Clark smiled.

His eyes skirted over the pot of soup simmering on the stove as he walked to the table. With feather-light fingers, he guided Lois's face up for a kiss. Comforting serenity did away with the last of his nerves, and Clark took a second to appreciate how perfect his family was.

They parted, faces lingering close.

"So..." Clark started, voice an absent hum. Your heartbeat seemed to echo through the house, but Clark knew only he could hear. "Mind if I ask how your day was, then get back to you in a few minutes for the answer?"

Lois rolled her eyes with a smile, pushing his chest away. "Go on, you awful worrier."

Shooting her a sheepish grin, Clark hurried out of the kitchen towards the stairs.

Finally. Clark worried about you at all hours of the day. Thoughts of you escaping or accidentally hurting yourself were an ever-present concern, despite his thorough precautions. Worrying wasn't all he did, though. Clark also just longed to see you.

Clark's foot landed on the squeaky step, followed by your sharp breath from down the hall.

It was no secret that you didn't want to be a part of their family, and Clark understood. He did everything to make himself as predictable and gentle as possible, hoping that one day you would be happy to hear him come home.

Clark carefully approached your door, listening to you move. Thumpthumpthump, your pulse fluttered.

Rasping a knuckle on the door, he said, "Kiddo?"

He didn't wait for an answer. Time slowed as the door slid open, revealing you in all your precious glory.

You were sitting at your desk, back straight and hands in your lap. Despite your fear, your face was as pleasant as you could make it, save for the small quivers in your tight smile.

Clark’s eyes crinkled from his smile. “Hey, kid. I missed you.”

“Hi,” you said meekly, rising to greet him.

Clark crossed the room with more speed than he intended and swept you into his arms, pulling you off your chair. The chain around your ankle rattled at the disturbance.

Your shaky arms wrapped around Clark's back, and his heart swelled with love. His sweet kid. His unending joy.

Clark kissed the crown of your head, drawing out the hug for as long as possible. He looked out your window, seeing sunny, blue skies past the iron bars that caged the glass.

Now that he thought about it, it was beautiful weather on the flight home.

Clark settled you down on your feet, arms still wrapped around your small frame. With a smile that matched the sun's light, Clark asked, "Want to sit outside and wait for Jon's school bus?"

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Chauvinism.

Commissioned by the very lovely @meri47.

Pairing: Yandere!Clark Kent | Superman x Reader (DC).

Word Count: 2.6k.

TW: Kidnapping, Plans for Prolonged Imprisonment, Nonconsensual Touching, Obsessive Behavior, and Slight Codependency.

You woke up to the feeling of something burning into the back of your head.

Again, true to the most literal definition of the word, burning. You bolted upward, bringing one had to the back of your scalp as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with the other. Exhaustion weighed you down, made it difficult to think about anything but the searing pain burrowing into your, the stiffness of your joints, the static numbness pricking at your fingertips, but luckily, you didn’t find an injury, didn’t smell burning hair, didn’t feel flesh melting off of bone or blisters forming across delicate skin – even if you were uncomfortably warm in that familiar, ‘held your hands too close to an open bonfire’ way. Still, you had to force yourself to calm down, to tear your attention away from your own startled distress and turn your focus outward.

You weren’t on fire, which was good. That was good.

But, you were in a strange room with strange crystalline walls, which was bad.

Very, very bad.

You swallowed down something thick and dry that’d lodged itself in your throat. The scenery was as blank as it was alien – all featureless, all bizarre, little more than a series of hexagonal pedestals that erupted from the ground without pattern or intention and four chrome walls so well polished, your own distorted reflections were able to corner you on all sides, and so tall, you weren’t able to make out the ceiling that had to be looming somewhere far above your head. The only actual piece of furniture seemed to be the bed you were sitting on; a remarkably normal mattress swamped with remarkably normal sheets, blankets, quilts - all doting cutesy, sappy patterns, all things you’d find in the bedding aisle of a particularly folksy home-goods store.

Partially out of curiosity and partially out of hope that you’d be able to dispel the knot of dread coiling in your stomach, you turned over the corner of the nearest quilt, finding a paper tag still on the end of its plastic toggle. That, for as thankful as you were not to be lying on a bare stone floor, was almost the most concerning thing you'd seen so far. It meant that someone had found the time to prepare this, to get ready for you. It meant that someone had decided to bring you here, and had given your abduction enough forethought to buy a fucking blanket.

You were almost tempted to curl back into yourself, to cover yourself in a stranger’s blankets and pretend you’d never woken up, but any delusions you might’ve had of being able to sleep this off like a bad dream were dispelled by the sound of a man clearing his throat, a new weight coming to rest on the other side of your bed. You jerked around the face the new presence, your eyes instantly landing on the monster who’d—

— on your coworker, Clark Kent, sitting on the edge of your mattress.

Your coworker, Clark Kent, who was inexplicably dressed like Superman.

For a second, all your panic and all your fear seemed to disappear in favor of making more room for complete and utter confusion. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, and admittedly, his get-up looked a step above what you’d find on the clearance rack of some out-of-season costume store. You couldn’t imagine where he’d gotten it. He was smiling, too – that gentle smile, the same one he wore as he slipped a mug of freshly brewed coffee onto your desk an hour before either of you were supposed to be so much as thinking about getting to work, as he rubbed the back of his neck and admitted that he got too caught up while he was writing his last article and pulled his third all-nighter that week. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but relax. Clark was here, which meant that wherever ‘here’ was, it couldn’t be that bad. You couldn’t be in that much danger if Daily Planet’s resident sweetheart had managed to make it out unscathed.

“Clark!” You scrambled toward him, already grinning. “Oh my god, thank fuck you’re here – I’m don’t know where we are, and my head really hurts, but I don’t think we’re—”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. You were out for a while – try to remember to breathe.” His tone was like his expression – light, soothing, comforting enough to have you nodding along in an instant, to have you doing your best to inhale and exhale without cutting yourself off with more half-formed fears. He moved toward you, his fingertips brushing against your bicep before he draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. You melted against him, and with an airy chuckle, he went on, keeping up a tenor that could’ve lulled you to sleep in any other circumstance. “You said that your head hurts? If you feel dehydrated, I get you something to drink.”

“No, that’s aright, I’m alright. I just—” You glanced towards the crystal walls, towards the nonexistent ceiling. “Do you know where we are?”

There was a slight lilt to his smile, a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder. “If that’s what’s got your heart beating out of your chest, you can let your guard down. We’re in the Fortress of Solitude. Unless a supervillain found a way to terrorize the North Pole, you’re perfectly safe.”

Now, it was your turn to laugh. “The Fortress of Solitude? I’m not an idiot, Clark. What do you want me to think – that Superman needs a house sitter?”

He was quiet, for a second.

Then, empathy practically dripping from his tongue, he said, “Honey, I am Superman.”

He’d hesitated, but you didn’t. Your reaction was instantaneous, automatic; a swell of bubbling laughter and a playful elbow driven into his side. You loved Clark, but he wasn’t a superhero. He kept a running list of the names of his coworkers’ pets, to make sure he never mistook Rebecca’s dog for Max’s rabbit. Whenever he stubbed his toe on a doorframe, he’d apologize to the doorframe. When aliens rained down from the sky or monsters erupted from the ground, Clark was always the first to run, and while you couldn’t blame him, you couldn’t say his tendency to make himself scarce as soon as the villain of the week reared its ugly head was very heroic, either. “That’s not funny,” you managed, eventually, in spite of your nervous smile. “We could be in danger. If you want to put on a Halloween costume and pretend to be a superhero, at least wait until we’ve gotten back to Metropolis.”

To his credit, he kept a straight face. “I wouldn’t lie to you, (Y/n).”

“At least try to make it plausible, then. I mean, he’s an alien, for fuck’s sake, and you’re from southern Kansas. He can fly, and you get stuck in traffic every morning. I’ve been to your flat, and everybody knows Superman lives in the Fortress of—”

Your voice died in your throat. Your mouth fell shut, and you went limp against his side.

After several seconds of stubborn silence, you forced yourself to spit out a soft “Prove it.”

His grin broadened. With a single hand, he took up the scruff of your blouse and lifted you off of the mattress without a hint of strain or trepidation. You were tossed, cursing and thrashing against his hold, into the air and caught in his lap, every step of the process just as effortless as the one that’d come before it. On reflex, you clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and cursing under your breath. He only laughed, glazing over your distress, your confusion in favor of paying more mind to your amazement. “The laser eyes can get a little out of hand, and flying indoors is…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Is inhume strength enough, or are you going to make me break out the x-ray vision?”

“No, that’s not— I think you’ve done enough.” You felt breathless, like you’d just run a marathon. You felt drained, and exhausted, and frail, but you forced yourself to smile up at him, to remember that he was still your coworker, still your friend, still Clark Kent.

And if you knew anything, you knew that Clark Kent couldn’t hurt a fly.

(You also knew that Superman would’ve been able to break your neck with a flick of his wrist, but you tried not to think about that.)

“This is great,” you kept your tone bright, cheerful, burying your anxiety beneath a heavy layer of brimming enthusiasm. “You have to tell me everything! As soon as we get back to Metropolis, you’re going to—”

“About that,” he cut in, only somewhat apologetic. “Metropolis might have to wait. This can be a sensitive time, and I thought it might be better for you to stay here, with me, just until you’ve adjusted to…” There was another pause, another sympathetic smile. The heel of his palm pressed into the small of your back, and against your will, you were reminded of just how easily he could crush your windpipe, or break your spine, or rip your heart out of your chest before your body had time to give out. “To this. To us.”

You didn’t have his resilience. Your expression immediately dropped. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t waste time, didn’t pretend to believe it was a genuine question. “Think of it as a precaution. You’re just going to stay somewhere safe and quiet for a few weeks, let some new information soak in, and when you’re ready, we can go home together.” He bowed his head, his lips ghosting over the curve of your shoulder. You tried to let go of him, to put a little distance between yourself and Clark, but his hand rose the back of your neck, keeping you pinned against his chest as he went on. “I tried to think of a way to do this at home, but it wouldn’t have worked out. You’re going to be in danger, and this—” He nodded toward the crystal walls. “—is one of the only places where I know you’ll be safe. From the people who want to hurt me, and from yourself, while you’re still learning.”

“Learning what? Clark, I might be a reporter, but I’m not going to sell your secret identity to the first paper that makes a bid.” Another half-hearted shove to his chest, another attempt to give yourself space to breathe. He only held you tighter, his smile pressing into the side of your neck. “I-It’s not like you can keep me here, either. I mean, it’s not like heroes hold civilians hostage.”

“Heroes do what they have to do,” he muttered, his voice stifled by proximity, his breath warm against your skin. “’specially if it means keeping the people they love safe.”

It felt like a stupid thing to ask, given your situation, your position. It felt like a waste of breath, considering you were in his lap, in the heart of his secret lair, with his mouth pressed against your skin and his hands drifting toward your waist, and yet, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. “You love me?”

There was a throaty laugh, a squeeze to your side. “With all my heart.” There was no hesitation, no reluctance. If you’d been standing, your legs might’ve given out. “I wish it didn’t have to be so complicated. I really did try to find a workaround, but if I tried to approach you as Clark, you’d never be fully protected from everyone who’s after Superman, and if I tried to love you as Superman – well, then you’d never pay Clark a second glance. I didn’t want you to only know half of who I am.” A kiss, this time, shallow and fleeting, pressed into the corner of your jaw. “This was the only way I could show you who I was without putting you in harm's way. You’ll learn the ropes here, and when you’re ready, we can go back to Metropolis and get you moved into my place—”

A waste of time, a waste of breath, a waste of hope. Still, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from making bad decisions, today. “What would you do if I didn’t feel the same way?”

This time, it was a kiss to your temple, then your forehead. He didn’t try to kiss you – to actually kiss you, thank God – but it was a small mercy, further dampened by the fact that he was still holding you, still keeping you as close as you could possibly be. After long, agonizing seconds, he raised his head. If he was worried, if he noticed the tension in your shoulders, how stiffly you held yourself, you couldn’t tell from his easy smile, the levity in his tone. If anything, he seemed excited, eager to plan out your future together with or without your cooperation.

“If you didn’t love me…” He tried to laugh, but the air hitched in his throat and he settled for a wistful sigh. “Why are you asking? Have something you want to tell me?”

“It’s a hypothetical.” Your tongue felt swollen, your head heavier than it should’ve been. “Just… indulge me, alright? I’m curious.”

“Like I said, you don’t have anything to worry about. If you took a little time to come around to me, I wouldn’t mind – it wouldn’t change anything, either.” It was a corrupted type of reassurance. Rather than soothing your anxiety, it only seemed to make you feel more sick. “I’d just have to work a little harder, keep a closer eye on you. I mean, I already plan on keep you as close as I can, but—” He clicked his tongue, brushed a few stray hairs away from your face. “—I guess I’d have to hold you a little tighter. Until I could trust you to come around on your own, at least.”

He'd already taken you to an impenetrable fortress in the middle of a frozen wasteland, hundreds of thousands of miles away from the nearest person. You weren’t sure how much more tightly he could hold you.

Dread welled in the cavity of your chest, something sweet and sickly rising into the back of your throat, but you managed to nod, to lean against him. He welcomed your cooperation, rewarded it with a low, throaty sound of approval. “I should show you around. There isn’t much to see, but, y’know, common courtesy and all that.”

“I’m… actually still pretty tired.” It wasn’t a lie. You were exhausted, and you wanted more than anything to crawl into the nearest hole and wait until this had all blown over. But, there weren’t any holes you could crawl into – just a bed, a few mirrored walls, and a man you had formerly thought of as Clark Kent. “I think I might need to take it easy for a couple hours, just to give my brain time to process all this. Would… would that be okay?”

That, that was what made him falter – earning a slight lapse, a new quirk to his smile – but he held himself steady, only nodding as you shifted off of his lap. Hesitantly, with no small amount of apprehension, you edged away from him, daring to put just an arm’s length worth of distance between yourself and him and letting out an ounce of tension drain out of your rigid form when he didn’t immediately decide you weren’t worth the effort, when you didn’t find yourself reduced to little more than ash or pulverized viscera. “Of course. Give me a few minutes, I’ll get you something more comfortable to—“

“This is fine.” Your voice cracked, but you tried to pretend you didn’t notice. “I mean, I’m fine. I just— I think I need a little time to myself. To take this all in.”

His disappointment was visible, but he didn’t argue. You waited until he’d left your room, until he was out of sight and out of earshot, to slip back under your mound of blankets and shrink into yourself. You were exhausted, and yet, you’d never been more awake in your life. Sleep seemed like a distant dream, leaving yourself helpless and unaware like a lurking nightmare.

It was all you could do to lie there, small and vulnerable, and try to ignore the eyes burning into the back of your neck.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere scenarios #yandere dc #dc x reader #superman x reader #yandere superman #dc imagines #clark kent x reader #yanderecore #yancore

[miryum]

The Funnies (Darry x Reader)

A very very very short blurb of a Darry x Reader. So sorry it’s so short!!!!

Darry sat down heavily in his chair. Grabbing the newspaper Soda brought home, Darry shifted through it before grabbing the funnies, setting them aside, returning to the front, and starting to read. Pony looked at him oddly. Darry glanced up and deadpanned, “what?”

“Why did you just do that with the comics?” Pony asked.

“Y/n likes to read them.” Darry said simply. Speaking of the devil, Darry’s girlfriend, Y/n, walked in the door. “Hey, darling,” Darry said.

“Hey Superman.” Y/n walked over and hugged him tightly. 

Darry kissed her softly before holding up the funnies. “Look what Soda got you.”

“He did?!” Y/n’s Dave lit up and grabbed the pages of comics. “Thanks Soda!”

“Huh?” Soda looked up from the table, mouth full of food. After no reply, he went back to eating.

“Come here,” Darry gestured to his lap, opening his arms up. Y/n curled up on his lap, snuggling into him. She opened the funnies and started reading. 

Darry, who was supposed to be reading his paper, only had eyes for his girl, who kept laughing or giggling at certain comic strips then pointing to them and showing Darry. Darry would nod, reading the comic, before pressing a kiss to her hair. 

His paper wouldn’t get read, but his love for Y/n would only grow.

#darry x reader #darry curtis x reader #darrel curtis x reader #darry curtis #darry #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders oneshot #sodapop #sodapop curtis #soda #ponyboy michael curtis #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy #stay gold ponyboy #pony #superman #fluff #newspaper #funnies #comics

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「 ✦ clark kent ✦ 」

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all clark kent stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some have summaries if provided <3

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✫ alone again- naturally by @holylulusworld

✧even around your so-called friend you are alone.

✫ @imyourbratzdoll

✧lemon lavender cake and the smallville superman

- it's hard being superman, and even an alien needs to relieve stress.

✧ you will never be her pt2

-you have been in love with clark kent since you knew the meaning of the word, but the only thing that sucks more than loving your best friend is it being one-sided.

✫ @bradshawssugarbaby

✧ i can’t protect you

✧ picture perfect

✫ handy man pt2 by @itsrubberbisquit

✧ Clark has been smitten with his accident-prone neighbor for quite some time. She tracks him down to make a familiar request with an unusual ending.

✫ Happy (belated) 4th of July by @ellana-ravenwood

•masterlist

•dc masterlist

hopefully all links work, let me know if not <3

last updated april 2, 2024

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[idkaurl]

Getting Together

Bruce noticed the change almost immediately, it was hard to get anything past him and they weren’t being very subtle about it. The hand holding and public groping was a dead giveaway, he can’t say he was surprised though, Diana had never been shy and Clark had always been easily turned into putty by her.

 Still, though not surprising, the change was very different. The once inseparable trio was now damaged. It wasn’t really their fault; they still made an effort to be around him. It was him who had done the damage. He was happy that they had finally gotten together, but something inside him was tearing him apart. He felt too many things when he saw them together now; anger, envy, sadness, it hurt, so he did the thing he was best at and started tearing himself away from the source of the pain.

 It was easier said than done to pull away from his two best friends. It’s hard to avoid someone when you work with them almost everyday. Needless to say, they took notice. He knew it was only a matter of time before they began questioning his odd behavior, and he was right.

 ~~~

Bruce sat at the computer in the watchtower, he was going over some files, nothing super important, he had really just been trying to look busy. He tensed up slightly as he heard a familiar set of heels heading in his direction. Of course, Diana would be the first to approach him. 

He felt her presence beside him as he kept his gaze on the computer in front of him. She was quiet for a moment before her hand made its way onto his shoulder, “Bruce,” she said calmly, “why don’t you take a break? Me and Clark were thinking we could all grab dinner together.”

He huffed, “I can’t Diana, there’s too much to do,” he lied. He knew that was a dangerous game, lying to both Diana and Clark was an almost impossible task, still he did.

He heard her sigh beside him, “Bruce, there is no work to do. You’ve been avoiding us for weeks,” she stated. It wasn’t a question, it was an observation, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s always work to do Diana,” he stated simply, “and I haven’t been avoiding you, I’ve just been busy.” Against his better judgment he continued, “you two seem to be getting on just fine without me anyway.”

Silence filled the room, he internally cursed himself for putting it out there, he should have just let it be. He felt her grip tighten on his shoulder and for a second he prided himself for rendering Wonder Woman speechless.

That silence was soon filled with the sound of wind coursing through and suddenly Clark was there. A flash of anger crossed Bruce’s eyes, not that they could see it with his cowl still on, Clark could probably sense it through his heartbeat though.

He kept his gaze forward, avoiding them, hoping they’d just leave him be. No such luck. “Bruce,” Diana tried again, “please,” she turned his chair, forcing him to face them, “we miss you.”

He jolted at the sudden change of position, glaring at the two of them, but staying silent.

“Come on Bats,” Clark chimed in, “I know you have to be missing us too,” he teased. Those words stirred something within Bruce. He did miss them, he missed them so much it hurt, but it hurt worse to be with them and see what he could never have.

He huffed pulling himself up from the chair, “I’m taking my leave,” he stated, “you’re right Diana, work here is done for now. I’ll be heading home to check on Gotham then.”

“Let us come with you,” Clark chimed in, “it’s been a while since we’ve come to visit Gotham.” Bruce shot a glare in his direction, why wouldn’t they just leave him alone?

“Do what you want,” he said simply, making his way towards the zeta tube.

There was no surprise when he found both of them following him, and soon they were standing in the Batcave. Bruce immediately made his way towards the large computer to scan for surveillance, ignoring them as they followed.

He took a seat and started clicking through the cameras he had placed through Gotham. It seemed like it was pretty quiet tonight, just his luck. “Bruce, can we talk?” Diana asked after a while of silence.

“Talk about what?” he growled out.

He felt a soft hand reach out to caress his face, “I think you know,” she stated.

He heart stilled at the touch before quickly speeding up, he kept his words level though, “what is there to talk about? If you are referring to the nature of your developing relationship, I am well aware of it and it does not need to be discussed further,” he stated.

She hummed, softly stroking his face, “Clark, I think we might have given him the wrong idea,” she said sadly.

“It appears that way,” Clark agreed, inching closer to the two of them.

“You can’t think we’d want to have a relationship without you, can you?” she asked Bruce. He stilled, did he hear her right?

“What?” he asked dumbly.

He saw both their mouths start to turn slightly upward into the shape of a smile, “We love you Bruce, both of us,” she smiled. Clark nodding shyly beside her.

He felt her hands move to remove his cowl, reaching a hand out to stop her. If they removed his cowl his emotions would be on full display, he wasn’t sure if he could handle that right now.

“It’s okay Bruce,” she said calmly, “it’s just us, let us see how you’re feeling.”

He slowly dropped his hand away, allowing her to remove his cowl. He saw their faces drop when they saw his. He knew he didn’t look great right now, but their expressions only solidified that.

“We’re sorry Bruce,” Clark stated, “we didn’t mean to do this to you,” he started.

“Do what to me?” Bruce demanded, anger flaring up again.

“Hurt you,” Diana ran her hand through his hair softly massaging his scalp. He found himself leaning into the touch, he’d missed them. He felt tears threaten to prick at the corners of his eyes.

Diana slid onto his lap easily, pressing soft kiss to his temple, “shh,” she hushed, as she continued petting his hair. His eyes widened in alarm when he felt himself be lifted in the air, Clark had scooped them both up in his strong arms and was carrying them up to the manor. Bruce stilled, allowing them to do as they pleased. He was still confused, but he figured he’d enjoy the moment while it lasted.

It wasn’t long before the reached Bruce’s bedroom and Clark deposited them both onto the bed before climbing on himself. Bruce found himself stuck in the middle, between his two best friends. His two best friends that he was in love with. There, he’d said it, to himself at least. It felt good to admit, even if he knew it couldn’t be. He was sure this was all out of pity. They had seen the affect their relationship had on him and were feeling guilty, this was all this was. Even so, he was going to soak it in while he could as greedy as that might be.

~~~

He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew he woke up to the sound of the soft murmurs of conversation around him. In his comfortable, sleep-dazed, state he couldn’t quite decipher what they were talking about, but he was certain of one thing; it was about him.

He sighed, pressing his face against something warm and firm. He felt hands softly massaging his back, “go back to sleep darling,” he heard a voice whisper in his ear, “we’ll be here when you wake up, we promise,” and then he did.

~~~

When Bruce woke the second time, he was much more coherent. His eyes widened as he realized the position he was in. He had thought it was all a dream, but the proof lay right before him as he found himself still sandwiched between the two. His face had been pressed up against Clark’s chest and he felt Diana pressed close against his back.

He moved to try and pull away, but he found himself trapped under the weight of their strong arms as they each had one arm wrapped around him.

He looked up as he felt a sleepy kiss be pressed against his forehead, Clark’s sleep riddled eyes looking down at him, “good morning,” he smiled, and Bruce felt his heartbeat speed up. He felt the vibrations of Clark’s soft chuckle as he was still pressed against his chest and suddenly felt another set of lips on the back of his neck, “good morning,” Diana smiled, wrapping her arm around him more securely as if he might try and run away.

“Good morning,” Bruce grumbled out, his tone exposing his confusion.

“Did you sleep well?” Diana asked. He could practically hear her grin.

He made an affirmative sound, “Better than I have in a long time,” he found himself admitting.

He heard them both hum happily in response, “I’m glad,” she purred into his ear as she leaned over to give Clark a kiss.

Something stirred in him at the sight, want. He felt her hand start to trail up his chest, trailing over his muscles, all the way until her hand rested at his chin. She cupped it in her hand, encouraging him to turn towards her. He allowed it, looking into her eyes, “can I kiss you, Bruce?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” the words left his mouth before he could even second guess himself and she acted quickly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as well.

She pulled away far too quickly in his opinion, but he found himself being pulled back in the direction of Clark, “me too,” he asked, “can I kiss you too?”

“Yes,” he found himself answering on instinct, once again being pulled into a chaste kiss before he could back out.

Clark pulled away and Bruce found himself blinking confusedly at what had just happened. Diana hushed him, “I can tell that brain of your is running a mile a minute,” she chuckled into his ear, “you don’t need to think about it, this is real, we promise,” she smiled, “we love you.”

“We love you,” Clark reaffirmed, kissing his forehead once again.

Bruce felt the tension leave his body at their words, a soft smile forming on his face, “I love you too,” he said. 

They held him tighter, pressing soft kisses against his skin and he let them. He didn’t know how long this happiness would last, but he decided he’d embrace it while he could.

#my writing #dc comics #superwonderbat #bruce wayne #clark kent #diana prince #batman #superman #wonder woman #the big three #super trio #fanfic #dc fanfic #superwonderbat fanfic #oneshot #i wrote this a while ago #super friends #i think their cute

[2old0voldy0moldy7]

I really need a history where Danny Pahntom (Ghost King) because of the Anti-Ecto pact barres all humans from the the entire world from entering the Afterlife While the Anti-Ecto pact is active.

It needs to be in the world of DC.

#danny fenton #dc x dp #danny phantom #ghost king danny #fanfic #fanfiction #history #ideas #fandom #oneshots #fandom ships #writers on tumblr #fic rec #fiction #dp x dc #batman #superman #au #damian wayne

[escelia]

I've started watching My Adventures With Superman recently, and I can't stop thinking about an AU where Clark and Danny bond over being not quite human.

I haven't decided if I want to de-age Danny so they meet as children first or if I want to age him up to meet the trio at the daily planet. I've got 2 ideas.

1) Clockwork de-ages Danny and dumps him on the Kent farm, having lured Danny into a false sense of security by promising to introduce him to an actual alien! He stays for a while, and the Kent's are such a nice family. They help each other learn more about their respective powers.

"I can fly," Clark says at the table one night. Ma and Pa stop mid bite to glance back and forth between Danny and Clark. There's a small smile on Danny's lips.

"Me too," he responds sheepishly.

"Are you an alien, too?" Clark asks shyly.

"Um, maybe? I'm actually not sure. I've never thought about that."

"You said your grandpa dropped you here, right? You said he promised to come back, maybe you could ask him?" Ma suggests carefully.

"I doubt he would tell me even if I did. He sure didn't explain anything when he shoved me through the portal here." The adults raised their brows in question. "I'm half human and was born on earth, but my other half is technically from another dimension called the Infinite Realms, and I'm not sure if interdimensional beings are considered aliens or not."

2) Danny walks into the Daily Planet one day, begging for anyone in the building to please hear him out. This is the last thing he can think of! The government is committing interdimensional genocide! Lois, having heard him pleading for someone to write a story about this, snatches him up for an interview. Danny gets frantic, desperate for these people, literally anyone outside of Amity Park at this point, to believe him. Danny gets frantic, and he doesn't mean to lose control of his powers, but Clark ends up having to use his super strength to calm him down anyway. Clark tries to console him.

"I know what it's like to be different."

"You couldn't possibly understand what my life is like!"

"No, I get it! I'm an alien that crash landed on earth as a baby. My parents even showed me the ship when my powers came in," Clark whispers. And Danny wishes he could be excited by the revelation, but all he says is,

"You have a job and loving parents who don't sit at the dinner table daydreaming about ripping you apart while a government agency circles your city like vultures just waiting to take a shot at you. I was born human, but I'm not anymore. I'm tired. Please tell me you can get this published."

#danny phantom #clark kent #dcxdp #my adventures with superman crossover #maybe ill just expand on both #make lil oneshots #clark and danny have similar powersets #so they could def be training buddies

[puppetmaster13u]

You may regret this @phoenixcatch7 lol, what if I start spamming you /j

Less cryptid Batman in this particular WIP since it's semi-outsider pov lol (one of two outside person not unnerved by them lol)

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   Clark knew Batman wasn’t human, even before that disaster of a mission where he had let it slip to the others. 

   He’d known for a long time, from one of their early meetups, when Batman had first referred to him as Clark Kent instead of Kal-El, and he had panicked. He hadn’t ever lied to his teammates when he said that the cloak prevented him from seeing his body, but his ears still worked. 

   He’d tried to listen to a heartbeat, to see if his at the time temporary ally was lying when he stated he wasn’t going to tell anyone and… Nothing. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing even remotely human, and if he didn’t know any better, nothing even remotely alive about the silence. 

   He couldn’t help but to pay attention more, to seek out the strange almost silence-feeling that accompanied the Gotham vigilante each time he felt it. It was… almost comforting, like the swaying of branches and the rustling of cloth over stone. Familiar, compared to the hustle and bustle surrounding him in the city. 

   The first thing he had noticed, physically that is, was Batman’s ears. Previously he’d thought the man unemotional, what with the rough voice, expressionless white eyes, cloak-covered body and the gas mask covering a good chunk of his face. 

   Yet the longer he watched, even idly, the more he noticed that while the man’s face or body didn’t show much, his ears did. 

   While Batman could stay silent and still for hours, the long ears twitched and swiveled, catching on the hood that he’d always wear around them. They’d pin back sometimes, a near silent sound he couldn’t quite place accompanying the movement, while other times they’d twist a near full three-sixty, as though searching for whatever sound it had caught. 

   Sometimes, when he’d startled the other vigilante, there’d be rattling noise, like wood and metal clacking together before it was cut off. It was a strange sound, one he’d not heard anywhere else, except with his… friend. 

   Were they friends? He’d like to think so. 

   The next time he was reminded that his friend wasn’t human was when he saw him get injured. It hadn’t been a bad injury, even if the Gothamite’s head had hit the wall with a very loud cracking noise, but he’d still smelled what he’d eventually come to recognize as blood. There was an almost pickle-like scent to it though that wasn’t quite it either. 

   Honestly the closest he could think of describing it was some sort of formaldehyde. And once he focused, he could pick out other things beneath it. Maybe not flesh and blood in the traditional sense, but still. 

   There was always that scent of cloth and wood, but he could smell the black liquid, paint, a metallic thing underneath like iron and steel. No heartbeat, no breath, but life all the same. It was honestly beautiful in a way, like a part of the city the other vigilante called home had come to life. 

   And it wasn’t like Batman minded whenever his own human mask slipped. Clark may have been raised by his Ma and Pa, whom he loved, but it didn’t make his body any more human in nature. There were just some things that he couldn’t change, and it took effort to move like one all day as a civilian when his body wasn’t designed to do so.

   So he stayed quiet for the most part when their group of three grew, and people started to speculate. He diverted the conversations whenever it turned to him, lightly admonishing over the various rumors. 

   It didn’t matter if Batman wasn’t human, he was still his friend, their ally and teammate. Was he curious? Oh of course, he’d gone into journalism for a reason after all, but it was still his friend. If he wanted to tell, he’d tell, and Clark wouldn’t break his trust. 

#possessed doll au #possessed puppet au #This is pretty much the start of the doll reveal I did art for from Clark's and Diana's pov lol #batman au #cryptid batman #clark kent #superman #writing wip #Bruce when Clark first bends an arm in a way a human can't: I shall take note of this to see if I can do this later #Clark: Wow I have a friend who doesn't mind me doing weird things yay! #I like to think that the dolls start getting black veins through the wood like a mimicry of human arteries the longer they're in use #It's a symbiotic relationship that starts semi parasitic but turns mutually beneficial as the bond grows stronger #Diana who is made of clay probably also has a bit of a reveal to her teammates at some point I just realized #Maybe add my kintsugi headcanon for amazons in this oneshot lol #Might post the finished oneshot in AO3 if you'd be fine with it #Absolutely love this AU so much <3<3<3 #Bruce is unaware of how expressive his ears are when he doesn't have them tucked down to not hit them on ceilings lol #Clark isn't aware that half the time Bruce is not listening for sounds but listening to comms and for vibrations #Pfft oh I can't wait for Constantine or another magic user meets the batclan for the first time #Just chanting “what the fuck” over and over because *wtf is up with that* #It's like a wooden homunculus thing mixed with a sacrifice and willing possession and so much that *Should Not* be a single creature #How many tags until Tumblr has the munchies and eats them #random thing but wasn't there one series of games or comics or whatever where the batfam had a robotic dog or two #I am *just saying*- #Clark: He don't bite #Batman hunched over like some sort of predator about to pounce with spikes out and rattling/clattering angrily: #Goons & Future JL members: YES HE DO #batman #bruce wayne #dc

[fic-recommendations1]

When the Moon Found the Sun

By ShowMeAHero

Anyone up for a soulmates superbat one shot?

Credit to ofc ShowMeAHero and dc

#superman #batman #superbat #soulmates #soulmates au #oneshot #fic recommendations

[everest-nightshade]

Writing prompts/Oneshot (?) for the Phandom #4 (DPxDC)

It's been a few weeks since Danny move to Metropolis for work,

Where? you may ask, well LexCorp of course, Danny may got almost failing grade in highschool but that because of the ghost stuff, ever since that deal he got with the ghost for college, he have free time to relax and actually study for once.

And in typical Fenton's family style, he amps it up and got a PhD, in aerospace engineering to be exact, or as people said "rocket science"

Eh it the next best thing beside being an astronaut, because of his mess up ghost biology, actually being an astronaut is a no go, he would never pass their test (he still visit space in his ghost form sometime, so it not that bad if he ask himself) so help making spacecraft to send people into space it is,

So he's at LexCrop "rocket science" branch for an internship right now, and yeah yeah, judge him however you like, Lex Luthor is known infamously as a "secret" supervillain, why would he work there, is he insane?!

But come on, it's for his resume, they have an impressive aerospace engineering program, he need all the experience working with normal people he can get before trying for NASA, living with his parents really rub off some bad lab habit on him, and couple with being immune to most hazardous material since teenagehood, he a walking talking OSHA violation, plus it's a paid internships, that a sweet deal.

Besides, he here as a civilian with an internship in a branch building, it isn't even normal engineer so there is no way he would ever be meeting Luthor, he may got a PhD but load of people here have PhD, LexCorp is a very big multinational conglomerates after all, Luthor won't bat an eyes as a new intern, he be a dime a dozen there.

Anyway, no more "judging Danny on his questionable life choices" he already got plenty of that from Jas after she found out where he gonna intern at,

where was he…Ah right Metropolis, the home of the famously known hero Superman, he been here for a few weeks and oh boy is there a lot going on here, like imagine you just going back from a coffee refill at your new favorite cafe and suddenly a giant robot that Apparently use caffeine in rock form as fuel, crashing in to your work place, and guess this, you can't even take the caffeine rock as compensation for inconvenience because it is supposedly a dangerous space rock call kryptonite that can kill Superman,

Yeah can't be Danny, why is that metaphorical situation so specific? well none of your dam business that why, it's not like Danny still salty over not getting to keep that cool space caffeine rock, definitely not that at all

#danny phantom #dpxdc #writing prompt #oneshot #salty danny #come on #he want the cool rock #let him keep the cool rock #it won't hurt anyone #well except superman #but this is not about him

[s0apysm1les]

Yo can we get a yandere superman (or any character that fits) with a reader who has romatoid arthritis. They struggle to move around or can't handle the cold cuz of their bad joints.

oh gosh~ as someone with Ehlers Danlos I completely understand the bad joints thing. Some days I can hardly sit in bed without crying, let alone getting out of it. I would kill to have a superman take care of me too on those days~

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Yandere Superman x Arthritic Reader

Nothing More Mentality

CW: yandere thoughts/tendencies, reader has Rheumatoid Arthritis, gn!reader, implied stalking, pushy Clark

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When first impressions are set upon, your new neighbor Clark Kent seems pretty distressed upon his first encounter of you gingerly nursing the joints in your hand. Your thumb pressed to the back of your other hand and rolling in circular motions to fight the sharp arcing pain that throbbed through the creaking area. He did not know you well enough to offer this, but he still (embarrassingly confidently) asked if he could be the one to massage your hand.

The quick-to-follow explanation of doing the same thing for his mother back on the farm was some sort of an ice breaker but you still wanted to tell him no... But... You said sure. And contrary to his demure demeanor, his grip was firm and his hands were large and hot while the movements of his fingers immediately had the tension in your body from being touched by a stranger to melt away.

Oh, oh my. He works at the Daily Planet with hands like these? He could be a world-class Masseuse with this talent and never see a day without business. It took you keeping these thoughts together that protected you from melting into his arms right there.

You stopped his ministrations and thanked him for the help. You weren't able to refuse his next request of accompanying you to wherever you were going - to make sure you got there okay, you were sure - And with this humanoid version of a Golden Retriever, you made your way to your apartment. He was very excited to let you know that his room was only four units down the hall from you.

He also seemed to miss the grimace-like smile you gave him back. Was this how they did things where he's from? You couldn't help the little invasive thought that he was making fun of you somehow. You were used to people not believing your need for breaks or your signs of pain just because you were younger than what they expected to be "reasonable" for someone with Arthritis. You really hoped this small town guy wasn't someone like them.

Judging by his accent its got to be from Arkansas or some place like that. He sounded like a country boy. He didn't seem to be quick on the trigger like them, but you learned to never judge by how they appear.

He bid farewell at the door and left you to your simple unit. You had bits and baubles of your hobbies set around each room and you walked directly to the cubby in your living room where you kept a majority of your medical items. While slipping on the compression glove, you couldn't help but think back to that guy once more... What was his name again? Clark...

...

After the introduction and a short pause, your life returning to its normal balance of blah days and lasting pains, you were surprised and distressed to find that you had forgotten your much needed pain medication while stuck at work. The clouds had rolled in thick and dark shortly after you clocked in and the pressure was making you feel like your joints would explode. You couldn't help but think that you'd want that to happen, if it meant there would be a momentary relief from the building and pushing and throbbing cold pain from under your skin.

The heavy rain and strong winds persisted through the day, and carried on well into the evening and almost prevented you from leaving. If it wasn't for your coworker Maria offering to drive you home, knowing you couldn't walk in this weather and in your condition. She dropped you off just in front of your building and bid you goodnight. The pain was tremendous but the relief of going home made you push through it. Up until another heavy gust led you to tumble and slam into a road sign. The solid metal rang loudly and your groan joined it and sat there slumped for what may have been two minutes.

A blur of blue joined you in the grey scenery of the concrete sidewalk and a strangely unique set of strong, hot hands held you and supported you into standing.

"Here, let me help you up. A citizen in need on a dark day is a fine neighbor." The deep cadence of heroism made his voice sound like ringing metal too.

Clark? You couldn't help the name coming into your mind. The way he talked reminded you of the neighbor.

The hand holding you stiffened slightly as you analyzed the Hero's face. There was definitely some familiar marks, the eyes, the cheekbones the smooth flawless skin. But it was the oddly warm hands that have become a regular second thought that almost made you sure.

You thought of him?

"Superman?" You asked slowly, slightly putting some of your weight into his grip to relieve the pain somewhat. "What are you doing here?" Shouldn't he be fighting crime.

"Even criminals today have seemed to hold off do to this harsh weather. I am thankful that this means I was here to help you, citizen." His hero voice kind of made you want to laugh, but you weren't going to let him know that.

"Let me help you get to your home. Is this your residence?" Superman quickly followed his previous statement as we gestured to the tall apartment complex before you. You nodded and almost yelped as he swept your feet into a Princess carry without warning.

He floats to your floor and down to your door at your direction. As he sets you down and bids a farewell he turns to leave before turning to face you one last time with one last message.

"Anytime you need a helping hand, don't be afraid to call. I can hear you no matter where you are!" He smiled and lifted an arm to wave "But there are others who can be heroes just as much as me, there is surely a neighbor here or two who can always lend a hand. This is Metropolis, where everyone is a neighbor and friend!" He turned and left surprisingly quickly and you went back home.

You were only alone for you to grab a towel and start drying your hair from the rain before you heard some heavy but soft knocking on your door. Opening it showed a nervous looking Clark.

"OH! Hey Clark. It's been a while! How are you?" You asked.

"Oh! I've been good. Did.. Did you just hear superman in the hallways too? I wonder why he was here." You look to him for a split second before deciding to let him know. He seems relieved you're okay and gives you his phone numbers, both his home and his rarely-used cell phone in case the same thing happens again.

"You don't need to do that, Clark. I just have some pains and they were really bad today-"

"I don't mind!" He interrupted you, startling you both. It seems that even he didn't realize that he could just cut you off mid sentence like that. He was a little pushy, you guess, but he means well and it wasn't as if you *had* to call him. So you accepted, talked for a little bit longer - where he acted like a beaten puppy for yelling at you.

Ever since then you've seen what is basically the city's celebrity way more often than you were used to. Lois Lane herself was constantly visiting your building while investigating scoops and meeting her friend who works above you. You also saw Superman - the object of her investigating - near your building. One stray wave to you as he flew past a window in front of her led to Lois constantly asking about the relationship between you two.

She was... a lot pushier about there being something between you and the hero than you liked. You told her up front that he had only helped you while you were hurt and was merely concerned over you as a hero and the denizen of the city he protects. She didn't seem to agree with your "Nothing more" Mentality. Especially when the Superhero descended in front of the two of you leaving the building to greet you before her.

This was only the second time that he had spoken to you and he was greeting you before *THE* Lois Lane? The woman he was supposedly in love with? What was going on in the world? Lois looked at you in that particular way that said "What did I say?" and you ignored it to greet the overly kind hero.

He greeted you first, pausing and turning to Lois with a brisk nod of his head and her name before turning back to you.

"Reader. How are you doing? Are you... well?" He asked slowly, one of his hands was in the other as he seemingly pressed on his palm in nervousness? What for?

"O-oh! I'm fine. Superman." You spoke quickly, unsure and frankly embarrassed at this scene unfolding in front of your company office. This was surely going to make tomorrow hell.

"I was wondering, if you have some free time, would you allow me to take you somewhere?" There wasn't anything that you had planned for the evening so you technically could say yes but you were really hurting today and you just wanted to rest at home with a comfortable blanket and an ice pack. You didn't even want to think of how hard walking home would be...

When it took you a second of thought to decide, the hero follows up with "Can I at least take you home? I would feel awful if you refused me at least that for burdening you with my request."

How did he always seem to know what was on your mind? You agree to him walking you home, but was startled when he lifted you up into a princess carry once again and began a steady flight above the buildings to your home.

The whole flight you thought about this and that, the people at work, the people you've met and everything going on and why your world suddenly flipped on its head and why a literal Alien Superhero went so far out of his way to take you home.

Your mind went wild the entire time that you flew in the calming body heat of the hero and you didn't notice if he was talking to you or not... He was not.

.

He was listening to your every racing thought and he felt his nervousness increase each time your thoughts directed themselves to why Superman was acting so *clingy*.

He wanted to cringe when you thought that but he didn't want to deny how often he thought about you. How strong and resilient you were, how small and cold your hand was on that rainy day... How ever since then he has only thought about you and had actually even slipped up and revealed his identity to Lois Lane. Why she supported his and your budding relationship, he couldn't figure out, but it definitely gave him an excuse.

He was just glad to have your frail body in his arms. And when he set you down in front of your door he listened to both your thoughts and you as you mulled over the words to say.

.

"Thanks... Superman... Say..." You slowly pull these few words out of the jumbled mess of your mind. You don't even realize what you say next until it's out of your mouth.

"Are you my neighbor?" ... Silence filled the narrow deserted space you two were in. He stood well over a head's height over you and you swallowed.

You couldn't get the nervous smile of Clark Kent first meeting you out of your mind. The same face that he had again now. Once you said it aloud you couldn't unsee the similarities.

"Wait, wait. Never mind that was just a joke! I don't-" You were starting to ramble and you stopped when you was his shoulders jumping. He was... laughing. Quietly laughing and he put his forehead in his palm as he kept laughing and his large shoulders kept rising and falling viciously. You were about to turn and try to get in your house because it was making you scared when he suddenly stopped- as if he heard your fear.

"I don't know how you found this out when no one else here has-" Not even Lois Lane? You wondered. "Not even Lois, but- Now that you did... will you let 'Clark Kent' walk you home when 'Superman' can't?" His unnaturally bright blue eyes scared you as they stared deep into your shaking soul.

That didn't sound like a request.

"This isn't a request." It didn't feel like one. You swallowed heavily, maybe you should've paid attention to the warning signs.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere short #oneshot #xreader #yandere oneshot #anonymous request #anonymous #obsessive #S0ap's stuff #t0tally-clean #s0apysm1les #s0apnsuds #dc movies #yandere dc #dc superman #superman x reader #yandere superman #soft yandere #mild yandere #long #long post #implied stalking #hand holding

[yelenassafeplace]

What I think sex with Kara Danvers/Supergirl would be like:

Please Kara give me one chance, just one little chance !

And also I deeply apologize for my bad English I’m french so I still have a lot to learn !

╰┈➤• Dynamics: Kara Danvers x Fem! reader

╰┈➤• Summary: everything is in the title.

╰┈➤• Warnings: smut, dumbification, mean demeanor, rough sex, explicit content, sex talk, anal, period sex, oral f!receiving, public sex, BDSM, dirty talk, strap-on, dom!Kara, sub!reader, squirting, overstimulation, sex toys, tell me if I should add more warnings !

DO NOT READ IF YOUR UNDER 18

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Ugh, Kara, the things you do to me. It’s been a week since I started Supergirl all over again, and I can’t think of anything else beside her. Her eyes, the little wrinkle on her forehead when she’s focused on something or when she lies, her kissable pretty pink lips, her firm legs and slim body, her strong arms and hands… Gosh, I’m going to go crazy.

Talking about strength, you know what she loves to do? Show it off. ´Cause she knows you love it and it makes you feel small and safe. She would lift and move heavy things like they weight nothing in front of you, smiling when she would see you clenching your thighs in an attempt to relieve the need that intensified in your core throughout the day.

I believe Kara is sweet as cotton candy in terms of feelings and relationships, but when it comes to sex… She’s kind of a meanie. Not that she would hurt you in any way, but she loves to see you all whiny and desperate for her.

The thing that she like the most is hearing you beg. She could listen to your rambling and moans all day long if she didn’t have to save National City citizens. That’s why she edges you so often. Drying the tears that rolls on your cheeks, she would gently soothe you, caress your hips and whisper in your ear "You’re so good for me baby; taking everything I give you so well. You deserve a reward, don’t you, love? I’m gonna make you feel real good, I promise. Just relax and trust me princess.”

As I said, she's typically a mean dom, but she can also be really gentle with you, babying and adoring the love of her life. Making out slowly with you, letting her hands explore your perfect body before repeating the same process with her mouth only a few minutes after, and finger you good and slow to prep you.

Then, oh Lord, then… Her mean demeanor comes back, and she fucks your brains out, making you cock drunk with your favorite strap, laughing at how quickly you start to clench around the toy “Aw is my poor baby already cuming? Thought I trained you better than that, y/n. I guess you really are a slut.” Her words alone, well not really since she’s buried inside of you so deep that she hits your cervix with the head of her dick every time she thrusts into you, made you come so hard that strings of your juices gushed out of your little cunt. And after that she fucks 4 more orgasms out of you before lapping your pussy as if it was her last meal to clean you up.

Her favorite position is missionary ´cause she gets to see your face properly as you come hard around her cock, but helping you ride her as you chase your orgasm makes her so wet that it almost drips on the bed. She doesn’t worry about it, since she knows that she will make you eat her out to clean the mess she’s making.

She also loves to play with your clit. Circle it, lick it, suck it, bite it… She could go on with it for hours, overstimulating you, but you adore it.

Anyway, let’s get to business.

Period sex: She likes it very much because you’re really sensitive and it’s fun to mess with you since you’re easily overwhelmed due to your hormones. It also allows her to relieve you a little, making your cramps disappear in no time.

Eating your pussy: Well I think I kind of answered to this a little higher but Kara is obsessed with playing with your clit so eating your little pussy comes with it (even if she’ll focus on your bundle of nerves more).

Anal: As soon as you say that you’re into it, she starts doing researches behind your back. Her mouth hang open as she watches a woman being railed by her girlfriend, dick coming in and out of her hole at a fast and hard pace. She gets so lost into the porn that she only notice your presence when you call her name for the third time. She would close her laptop quickly before pushing her glasses back on the bridge of her nose while turning to face you. “Okay… That’s really suspicious. What were you doing, Kara? Watching porn without me?” She just shrugs while laughing nervously. “Pfff… What? Me? Never. Why would I watch this when I have the most perfect woman on earth on display for me?” Just know that that night she fucked your ass so hard that you had problems sitting more than 15 minutes straight for 3 days. Yep. She likes it rough.

Fucking you to sleep when you are overwhelmed by your emotions, when you feel sad or just when you need her close to you: She will often do it since you two don’t really get to see each other in the daylight because of both of your jobs, it’s a way for you two to reconnect and have a bit of intimacy.

Public sex: You don’t really get to experience outdoor sex with Kara anymore since the first time you did it she broke a countertop sink (and the counter with it….) in the restroom of a restaurant. After this accident you both agreed that it was better for everyone to only have sex in your apartment. It doesn’t stop her from fingering you at the bar you frequently go to when the both of you go out with her sister and friends. She always wait for them to go grab some drinks to corner you on the booth you’re sitting on with her and slips her hand in your panties, sucking gently at the skin of your neck and moaning quietly at how wet you are for her.

BDSM: Huh, do I have to answer to that after all I said? I take that as a no.

Sex toys: Meh. She doesn’t like it that much. She prefers to use her hands on you to feel you better.

Breeding: If she could, she would get you pregnant every 11 months, alas, biologic doesn’t work that way. But she would still fuck you as if she’s trying to mate with you anyway, whispering dirty things in your ear.

Quickies: Oh hell nah ! She hates it. Well, it’s not really hate, but she wants to take her time with you every time you have sex because you’re the love of her life and she can’t get enough of your pretty body.

୨⎯ "END" ⎯୧

Gosh I’m really a whore for writing those…

#yelenassafeplace #oneshots #kara danvers #supergirl #superman #smut #+18 only

[silvercrescentwolf]

Touch The Sky || Clark Kent x Reader

Characters: Clark Kent X Reader

Fandom: DC, Superman

Warnings: None

Summary: Clark makes your greatest wish come true.

“Hey Clark, look!”

Clark looked up from where he was washing the dishes and walked over to your position by the window. You had just finished eating dinner together, soaking in each other’s company. You hadn’t been able to spend as much time together as you would have liked, with both of your jobs and superman-ing taking over your schedules. Clark treasured these small, stolen moments with you. You were wearing his oversized t-shirt; it reached down to your thighs, and the sleeves are too long. Clark thought you looked utterly adorable.

“What is it, Y/N?” 

“The stars!” you pointed up at the sky. Clark chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“They sure are beautiful.” and it was a rare sight. As much as some people saw Metropolis as a ‘clean’ city, it was still that: a city. With the tall buildings, skyscrapers, and the pollution from cars and factories, they didn’t get to see the stars much, or at all. Tonight, though, was an unusually clear sky, with no cloud in sight. There weren’t as many as in the farm where Clark grew up, but still very pretty. 

“Almost as beautiful as you.” He kissed the back of your neck, relishing in your delighted giggles. 

You cocked your head and sighed wistfully, “I want to fly.”

“You do, huh?”

“Yeah! It would be so much fun,” you spread your arms, like you were going to jump from the window and take off. "For as long as I can remember, it is the one thing that I always coveted; spinning around in the air and feeling free.”

“It is an extraordinary experience.” Clark agreed. You stared at him.

“That’s right, you can fly.” your eyes widened, as if you had forgotten that little tidbit, “You’re Superman.”

“That I am.” his lips twitched, trying to hold back a smile at how cute you were. There was a comfortable silence for a bit, and Clark eyed you from the corner of his eyes. You were looking up into the sky with such longing it nearly broke his heart. Maybe Clark could take you for a quick flight over the city? He would be more than happy to grant you that wish.

Before Clack could finish the thought, you said, “We should finish the dishes and get ready for bed.” you moved to the kitchen, “We still need to wake up early tomorrow for work.” 

Clark nodded after a moment, and followed you.

Once you washed all the dishes and cutlery, and cleaned up everything, you started walking to the bedroom. Clark stopped you before you went any further, and you looked at him curiously. He smiled, gesturing for you to follow him. 

It wasn’t long before you were on the roof. You looked a bit confused, then your eyes looked about to pop out of your head as Clark hovered slightly, instantly knowing what this is about. 

“Clark, I—you don’t have to do this for me.” You stammered out, but he could hear your voice wavering a bit, and your fingers twitching at your side.

“I don’t have to,” Clark looked reassuringly at you, taking a firm hold of your hands, “but I would very much love to.”

You bit your lips before acquiescing, eyes still wide and body trembling with anticipation.

Clark didn’t waste any time and took off into the air. You squealed in shock, excitement and awe. Clutching to his shoulders firmly to prevent falling, not that he would let you. You stared as the ground and buildings got smaller and smaller.

“I’m flying!” You beamed. This was incredible! You’d lost track of the amount of times you flew in your dreams. You laughed and closed your eyes, letting the wind blow by your face. You felt Clark move his arms to wrap around his waist.  Clark looked down at you, grinning widely at how happy you looked. He should have done this a long time ago; it was worth seeing your face full of wonder.

“Become a star, Y/N.”

You spread out your arms. “Faster Clark!”

Clark wasn’t about to complain and upped the speed, sending them into a dive as they skimmed over the seawater near the city. You trailed your fingers in it, and looked up as Clark took them up in a climb again. You stretched your hands out, trying to catch the clouds as they moved through them.

“That was amazing! I can’t believe this just happened.” your eyes were shining brightly, and you looked at him with so much love, Clark swallowed. “Thank you.”

He stroked your face tenderly, and pressed a soft kiss upon your lips, almost tasting your joy. You flung your arms around Clark’s neck, hugging him tightly, unable to find the right words to express how much this meant to you. Clark laid back in the clouds with your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead, savoring the closeness.

“You’re welcome, my star.”

#dc #DC comics #superman #clark kent #kal el #clark kent x reader #clark kent x male reader #clark kent x gender neutral reader #superman x reader #x male reader #x reader #reader #oneshot #fluff