#clark kent x gn!reader
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𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃
❤️=Romantic 🧸=Child/Teen Reader 💙=Platonic
💊=Hurt/Comfort 💛=Fluff 🌎=Au 📖=Series
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#clark kent x male reader#clark kent x gn!reader#superman x male reader#superman x gn!reader#superman#kal el
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Imagine you work for the Justice League, but not as a hero, as their "Servant".
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Gn!Reader. Pretty much the whole Justice Leauge x Y/N but 99% of it is platonic.
I could write a thing tho, where Y/N pretty much has their own harem but with time.
Also, completely SFW, I know the title sounds suggestive lmao.
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☆ Servant is such a harsh way of calling your position, but you'd prefer it over "Maid" or "Jaintor" any day.
☆ How'd you be hired? You'd probably get the opportunity from a friend of yours, who you know is a hero.
☆ For pure simplicity, let's say you know Clark is the S-Man. He notices you're looking for a job outside of the daily planet, and confidentiality, the Leauge is looking to hire some clean-up crew.
☆ You get the job pretty much instantly. You had no family, few friends, so the qualifications for the job were simple. To keep you protected, you'd have to live within any place the JL works at, minus the Hall of Justice. Way too public.
☆ You'd essentially go missing for days on end, and no one would notice. Those days would be used cleaning, organizing top to bottom. This was a lot of work, especially for places like the Watchtower, Titans Tower, basically all the "Towers".
☆ You'd also be made to fetch coffee, donuts, or, maybe, print out documents if needed. Sometimes, you'd get "special missions," like hiding a flashdrive at under your pillow until the Leauge needs it back.
☆ The job was tiring and endless work. But for the paycheck Batman gave you weekly? You were surprised they weren't making you do triple the amount of work.
☆ The hardest part was keeping your composure at the start of the job.
☆ Before your life was filled with coffee stains and printed reports. But now you were seeing world-famous heros on the daily, visiting places never before seen, hell you went to space!
☆ Now you realize though.
☆ It's still a life of coffee stains and printed reports.
☆ Only now, the coffee is for any overworked Bat, and the reports are full of people the FBI is too scared to add on their wanted list.
☆ You're so used to the heroes around you, you've started treating them like any other co-worker you did back at the DP.
☆ They enjoyed the change, though. They seem to prefer it over your fan-behavior your first weeks there.
☆ The highlights of your work week mostly consist of cleaning over at the Watch Tower, walking any pets some Superheros may have, helping younger heros with their homework, and getting your two hour long break.
☆ You've also gotten close with the Superheros around you. Clark was always a friend of yours, but you also seem to get along well with the Flash, who asks you to just call him Barry.
☆ You also got along extremely well with Wonder Woman and Aquaman, expressing great intrests in their origin and cultures. Hawkgirl added herself to the conversation most of the time, which you never did mind.
☆ This isn't even beginning to mention how much sidekicks and younger League members absolutely enjoy your presence. Who knew Batman and Supeman had young sons? And who knew they would've liked you so much? You're like, their favorite person now!
☆ At first, you thought that despite all the friendships, you were still just an employee, replaceable and exchangeable.
☆ Sometimes you'd get their orders wrong. Sometimes you'd accidentally print too many copies, or forget to clean a spot, or fold a certain way, or wash with a specific detergent.
☆ Each time you messed up, you knew it was only a matter of time before they fired you. Replaced you.
☆ But one day, when you were taken by Scarecrow by pure coincidence while you were walking through Gotham, they soothed your fears.
☆ Scarecrow had no idea who you were and placed you in a cage with other victims. He had some evil plan that you were honestly too horrified to even listen to, but you were positive it had to do with some fear-inducing chemicals. It always is.
☆ He never got the chance to, though. As it only took mere minutes for the Bat to barge in with an unnecessary amount of backup.
☆ The way Black Canary instantly was checking each part of your body for injuries had you feeling special. And the way other heroes crowded around you, each offering something to you.
☆ Wonder Woman had a blanket for you. The lanterns gave you water, and snacks. Both Kid and Regular Flash offered up heating pads and their super speed for some sort of massage.
☆ The way none of the other victims in the room got spoiled like this made you flustered. They all had their own places to protect. Why all cometo Gotham for you?
☆ They all like you way more than they'll ever let on. You're family now. You're a part of their schedules, a part they can't afford to change. Not now. Not ever.
#justice league#justice leauge unlimited#JL#gn!reader#dc cómics#Batman#bruce wayne#superman#clark kent#wonder woman#diana prince#Justice Leauge x Reader#JL x reader#superfamily#batfamily#batfam#superfam#wonderfam#flashfam#Flash#bart allen#wally west
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We can be heroes, just for one day
Pairing: Clark Kent X GN!Reader
Clark and YN’s date is interrupted, forcing Clark to make a choice that could change his relationship with Y/N forever…
Content Warnings: some wine mentions, mentions of a gun, some light kissing, mostly fluff and flirting
A/N: enjoy some short fluff I wrote while being utterly and horribly sick last week. Clark deserves a little wine and a nice kiss.
Word count: 10,085
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As they sit hunched over your cluttered and cramped desk in the dim newsroom of The Daily Planet, they will themselves to stay awake.
The aroma of stale coffee and old bagels lingers in the air, a bitter reminder of what’s waiting for them in the break room and their lazy leftovers at home. With a defeated sigh, they contemplate going for another cup of the watered down brew that’s called “coffee” around here. It’s the only caffeine they can get without actually leaving the office besides lukewarm energy drinks in the vending machine.
Their saving grace comes in the form of Clark, who slides the warm cup of some obscurely named café across their desk. “You looked like you could use it,” he smiles, rendering them speechless, but they’re thankful all the same
They perk up with a smile.
“Thank you Clark.”
They found the man charming, although he was less authoritative than his peers and less outspoken, they found his intellect and his shy sense of humor fascinating.
The two of them had talked for a while last month at the office Christmas party, and ever since Y/N had noticed that Clark and them had been spending their free time around the office doing small favors for one another, such as bringing each other coffee.
They notice him drinking from his own cup of coffee, still smiling as he turns to look at them. He takes his time drinking it, but his eyes meet theirs again as he sets the cup down, his smile bright and endearing. "So have you been enjoying the holiday break?" He asks, not wanting to make eye contact in case he ends up staring.
“It’s been good.” They nod. It’s been quiet in their house since their ex left right before Christmas, and for a fleeting moment it dampens their mood, but then the next sip of good coffee that their work buddy Clark brought them cheers them up.
“How has yours been? See any family?” They ask, they know Clark is a big family man and cares a lot for his parents, so you can only imagine he’s been visiting those friends he’s always saying he’s out with and his family at his home home.
"It was great, I had the chance to spend time with my parents and I..."
Clark's voice trailed off as he realized he was about to give away too much personal information. He had never spoken about his family before to anyone besides those close to him, at least not at length, but talking to them felt safe and... different. He wanted them to know they were more than a co-worker, despite the fact he was still figuring out what they were.
"Nothing too exciting" he finished, feeling himself smile uncontrollably once again.
“Well I’m glad you got some rest,” Y/N smiled. They wanted to touch base with Clark about what exactly they were, never quite touching the lines between acquaintances and friends…
But before Y/N could do anything, Clark spoke.
“Listen,” he said, voice low. “Would you maybe…want to get a drink with me after work sometime?” He asked, leaning against their desk.
The two of them stood in a comfortable silence, each aware of how much rides on this simple decision.
"Will you join me?" He asked, looking into their eyes once again.
"Just a drink, let's keep it casual"
They swallowed. It was so soon after their ex had left them…especially for her. They weren’t sure if they were ready yet but….
It was Clark.
They trusted Clark.
“Sure” they said. Smiling softly up at him, they lifted their cup in a silly gesture of cheers. “Toast to it?” They asked.
There it was, he had his answer. He was filled with elation and relief in that moment.
"Of course" he replied, clinking their cups together and taking a sip. They were going on a date, this was really happening.
Clark's heart soared as he smiled back at them, it was going to take time for things to develop, but at the very least, he felt confident they had taken another big step.
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Time that day had seemed to go ever so slowly in the office. Y/N kept finding themself staring at the clock, waiting for the time when they could clock out and go home to get ready for their meeting with Clark.
Their date with Clark.
The hours dragged on, time felt like it was moving at a glacial pace, but finally, they were able to clock out and head home to get ready.
The prospect of the date had them feeling a mix of emotions, mostly excitement but there was also a hint of slight hesitation, not due to Clark but rather the recent heartbreak.
Time to get ready and hopefully try to relax a little.
They slowly prepared themselves the best they could. After a long shower with their best products, they put on their best collared shirt and a jacket, and their very best pair of jeans that hugged their ass just right.
Maybe that last part was a little vain. Y/N didn’t mind.
They then sprayed their best cologne on them, especially in the crook of their neck and around their jaw. They wanted to be tempting, even if nothing happened tonight.
Which they would also be okay with, they knew Clark liked to do things the old fashioned way sometimes. You could tell he liked to take things slow, but there was a spark, a hint of passion underneath it all.
It would take more time, but it was worth the wait.
Y/N went to the bar they agreed upon at promptly 8. The front looked like a romantic cigar lounge, the inside lit with a warm lighting and deep red interior with dark wood. Y/N liked this.
People on the street milled about, and it was still chilly since it was mid January now, the Christmas lights still wrapped around the light pole outside. They began to look for Clark to arrive, as he was almost always punctual.
Clark had made sure to dress appropriately, he had taken his time, but he was ready for this date. The night and the cool air was a good excuse to wear a coat and Clark was prepared to play the part of the gentleman for every second of it.
It was easy to spot the bar, located in the heart of the town; it was bustling with life and energy. He looks for Y/N and sees them looking out for him, their hair shines in the light and he smiles to himself.
Y/N suddenly spotted a tall but non-imposing figure in the crowd. They were always surprised how much Clark could blend in one minute and stand out the next. It was like a superpower or something.
“Clark!” They called, waving over a few couples walking past. They locked eyes with the man and smiled as he crossed the sidewalk to meet them at the entrance.
Clark's heart raced a little as they locked eyes, he didn't say anything at first, simply choosing to look at them, their eyes glowing in the lighting.
He looks them up and down, appreciating the time they obviously spent getting ready.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting long?"
”No, don’t worry you- you didn’t,” Y/N shivers. They can’t tell whether it’s the cold air or the fact that Clark is closer than usual right now but they feel all warm despite the snow on the ground. “Should we go in?” They asked, cocking their head towards the bouncer at the door.
"We should," Clark replies, moving to guide them inside. He notices the shiver and his heart flutters slightly, he's going to have to be careful. His intention was to take it slow, but with the chemistry between them, his mind kept wondering what it would feel like to kiss them.
‘Calm down, it's been hours not months, one step at a time’ he reminds himself.
As they approached the Boucher side by side, Y/N handed over their ID. They watched the bouncer scan it, scan their face, and scan their age before slowly handing it back to them with a nod.
Quietly, Y/N stepped to the side.
Clark then stepped up, they could see the bouncer inspect his ID, and as he read Clark’s name his eyebrows raised.
“Clark Kent?” The man said. “You’re that one journalist! I’ve read your articles.”
Clark smiled and nodded at the bouncer, he knew his fame would be followed him around, but he didn't mind too much. It was always surprising to see how many men and women knew him, and it always gave him a little ego boost.
"It's my hobby" he responded, before gently guiding Y/N inside with him, hoping he wasn't intimidating them too much.
Y/N smiled, sticking a little closer to Clark’s side. Suddenly, they swallowed their nerves and wrapped their hands around one of Clark’s arms at his side.
“Impressive,” Y/N said as Clark led them both further inside.
The interior of the bar was as expected from the impression outside. It was dim but intimate. There was a short but steady melody of jazz coming from a live band in a corner of the bar towards the front window in a pit like stage.
Clark smiled as he felt their hand wrap around his arm, it was the perfect amount of familiar but without being too much, he liked that.
That was a great atmosphere for a date, the live band playing a mellow and seductive song added the perfect element to the evening.
It was almost like they belonged together, even at this point.
"You know, when I'm not being a journalist I'm just a regular guy" he says, hoping they don't see him as anything other than who he was.
Y/N quirked and eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you find us a seat and tell me more about what you do besides journalism,” Y/N smiled. “No other dark serial killer personalities I should be worried about though, right?”
Clark laughed softly, he couldn't resist laughing. It was funny to imagine himself with multiple dark personalities, and he loved that they went back to their conversation from the office.
"Well, there's no serial killer...that you know of," he replied, not able to help himself from teasing them a little.
Dark secret personality number two: Unwitting flirt
Y/N laughed softly. They didn’t know Clark was a tease.
They tucked that information away for another time.
Clark led them both to a booth in a corner, close enough that the jazz was a nice background to their conversation but not loud enough to interrupt.
A waiter came by shortly to get their order.
“What will it be?” The girl said in her neat black and white uniform with her pencil and pad.
Y/N looked at Clark. “I don’t know what’s good here. What are you getting?” They asked shyly.
Clark sat beside them in the booth, he loved how close they were in that small little moment. The dim lighting made it even better, like he was sitting with his significant other. It felt nice and he was a little nervous.
When the waiter came he replied with his order, his voice slightly deeper than normal. "I'll be having the salmon with white wine please."
He turned his attention to them. Hmm, I wonder what that cute little mind of yours is going to order? He thought.
”Can I have the steak with the red wine please, then?” Y/N said after a moment of consideration. Then, they glanced over at Clark staring at them and blushed.
The girl took their order and hurried away to serve more people. They would give her a big tip after this.
“So, Mr. Not a Serial Killer, what do you do in your spare time?” Y/N asked, propping their chin on their hand with their elbow resting on the table near the tea light candle in the center. They locked eyes.
Clark chuckled as he saw them blush, it was too cute to resist, and he enjoyed that he made them blush.
He watched the waiter leave with their attention, but quickly returned it back to Y/N. He couldn’t help but admire how beautiful they were, it was almost hard not to stare.
"I play basketball at the local rec centre, read a lot and go to the gym” he said as part of his reply, he added a bit of a smirk as he did.
“Oh that’s nice!” Y/N said.
The waiter came back with both of their wines respectively and placed them in front of them both. Clark took a small sip of his after swirling it so Y/N did the same.
It was sweet and heady, and went straight to their head. They shouldn’t have more than 2 of these tonight…probably.
“I read a lot too…” Y/N said, placing the wine glass back on the table.
He took his glass and sipped from it, looking up and watching as he saw Y/N take a sip of theirs. The sweet taste was nice on the pallets, and the feeling of the slight intoxication that it gave them was pleasant as well.
"Oh yeah? What kind of books? I like action, thrillers and mystery," he asked, his voice slightly slowed but still under control, he didn't want to seem like a drunkard right now by downing wine too fast, even if he couldn’t get drunk.
Y/N smiled.
“What a coincidence, I love a good thriller and mystery.” They suddenly leaned forward, face lit lowly by the small candle, “But I’m also a fan a good romance.”
Y/N smiled guiltily and pulled back to watch Clark.
Clark's voice caught in his throat like a school boy, his face flushed and his heart was pounding. How could Y/N have just hit him with that information so suddenly, his heart was thumping against his chest.
He wasn't sure how to respond, he had hoped there might be some hint of interest but he wasn't sure enough to try yet.
You idiot, he thought to himself, you'll ruin this if you don't play it perfectly.
The waiter came back with their food soon, and the mood cooled down. They both ate in relative happiness, occasionally taking sips of their wines.
Y/N was obviously becoming more affected than Clark was. But of course, they didn’t know Clark wasn’t affected by human alcohol like a normal person.
The jazz was nice as a filler to no conversation at the moment.
They finished their meals and sat back, ready to talk. Y/N smiled, finishing their last sip of wine.
Clark finished off his meal with ease, he wasn't an exceptionally hungry person, but he was a little surprised by Y/N’s reaction towards the wine. They made a cute lightweight.
He finished his food, setting his utensils down as he settled back in his seat. His attention was still on them, and he could tell the wines had affected something as he saw them smirk and finish their glass. He was a little nervous to ask them out on a second date but he knew he was going to.
”So, farm-boy,” Y/N slightly drawled, “Tell me about yourself.” They set the glass on the table and smirked.
Farm Boy? He hadn't expected that line, it caught him off guard, and his blush was definitely visible now. He could imagine his face was red as a tomato by this point. As they finished speaking though, he had to regain his composure.
He laughed quietly to himself, before answering them. "What exactly would you like to know?"
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked, genuinely confused for a moment, but Clark didn’t seem to pick up on it.
Thankfully, at that moment, the band began to play another song that was low and brassy, with a sultry tone.
Y/N nodded along for a moment, enjoying the feeling the wine gave them.
“Anyways,” they continued, “you like to read huh? I know you have family, tell me about them. Your mom and dad? The farm? What’s it like being a pampered only child?” They asked.
Clark laughed at first as he took no offense to their tone, it was a bit sharp and teasing, but Clark knew they meant no ill will by it and enjoyed the flirting that was happening between them both. The change of music also provided a nice cover and backdrop to their conversation, which was nice.
"Oh so you want the full origin story?" He asked teasingly, looking at them and raising his eyebrow.
“Yeah I think I do,” they said.
The waitress came by to refill their wine.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yourrssss…” Y/N teased as they drew their index finger around the rim of their wine glass.
Clark tried to not appear too affected by their teasing but it was no use he was already under their spell, he had to bite his lip to not smile or even laugh at their words.
Clark was tempted to continue with the flirting but held himself back for the sake of maintaining a little bit of control. Instead of going straight into the full origin story he decided to meet them halfway.
"Okay how about we flip a little script?" He says looking them square in the eyes.
”What does that mean?” Y/N asked. There was a very good chance Clark was going to ask for a juicy secret in return for something perfectly mundane.
Clark couldn't help but smile as Y/N asked the question, they were clearly curious now to what he had in mind, and the mystery of it intrigued them.
"Hmm how can I explain this so it makes sense?..."
A light bulb went off above Clark's head as he got an idea to help them understand.
"What if I ask you a question instead?"
“Go ahead.” Y/N said. They were intrigued as to where this was going.
He took a moment to think, his mind running a million miles per hour right now after the wine and their continued flirting.
"Okay, well let's keep this short and sweet, what is your most embarrassing memory?"
Clark thought this would be an easy one to start with, it was a safe bet for him, and also he was secretly hoping it would help get to know a bit more about them. His mind was filled with anticipation and hope.
They flushed harder, and this time it wasn’t the wine.
They couldn’t think of anything for a moment, but then- it hit them.
Could they tell Clark this?
Really?
Well…
They sipped their wine ever so slightly again. This was the best answer they had.
“Oh god…” they bemoaned. “I guess…” Y/N sat backwards in the seat for a moment and took a big sip of their wine, preparing. They sighed.
“Don’t tell anybody this, okay?” They said sitting forward suddenly leaning close to Clark. “When I was a teenager, I had this…boy on my block. We were childhood friends but we hadn’t talked for a few years. Then, when I graduated, all of the sudden at my graduation party he showed up uninvited and dragged me…” Y/N swallowed. The alcohol was getting to them, “…he dragged me to a bathroom upstairs away from everyone and uh…that was my first time. Then I never saw him again after that party but I think about him every now and then and I also think about how I had to use my sister's makeup to cover my hickies in 10 minutes before going down to cut cake.”
Clark's breath caught in his chest as he heard their story, the way Y/N was sharing something so personal and a bit embarrassing was extremely attractive to him. He felt his heart beating faster and couldn't stop staring into their eyes.
As they finished their story he gently grabbed their hand to hold it and support them, it wasn't just for them though, it was also to keep him from reacting more than he normally would. He smiled softly at them as they ended their story.
“Don’t laugh!” Y/N giggled. They couldn’t help it, it was a pretty pathetic and embarrassing story. But now, Clark was at their mercy.
“So, now you owe me one question.” Y/N said.
Clark raised an eyebrow. They were now over the small candle of the table.
“What’s your biggest fantasy?” Y/N asked, quietly.
Clark was tempted to say some joke about his biggest fantasy involving them in the most romantic way possible, but that was too predictable and he realized there was no need to. Instead his mind went straight to an actual fantasy of his.
"Oh boy, my biggest fantasy" he said with a smirk as he thought about it, it was a lot less embarrassing than theirs but still a bit embarrassing.
"Ahh...well, you're not going to like it."
Y/N wasn’t so sure. “Go on!” They said, insistently. “Tell me all the little details, you owe me.” They slurred, crossing their arms against their chest, humpfing loudly.
Clark thought about sharing his fantasy, they had shared theirs, so it was only fair he did the same. And it was slightly cute how much they wanted to know.
Clark smiled, he was enjoying their flirty demeanor, that slur and them crossing their arms, it made him chuckle. He was finding it way more entertaining than he should have, but he couldn't resist, even if was going to result in embarrassment. He was being led down a path he couldn't say no to.
Clark leaned forward slightly, so they could hear him better.
Y/N leaned closer so they could hear at all.
Clark was close enough to almost feel their breath as he spoke.
"So for me, my fantasy is basically…to have a family..."
He smiled nervously, trying to keep his cool but it wasn't working, he felt his face become flushed from their closeness.
"That's it. Plain and simple, my biggest fantasy is to have a family of my own one day."
Y/N’s nose wrinkled as they smiled wider and wider before laughing loudly.
“Really?” They said, catching their breath. But after a moment, they considered it. “Actually…that’s really sweet. You really are a sweet guy.” Y/N said leaning back in.
Clark couldn't stop the smile forming on his face as they laughed, the sound of their laughter was soothing to him that even their laugh was attractive to him.
When they finally leaned away, he did as well, but it was impossible to hide his blushing. The whole interaction he was caught in a trance with how sweet and endearing they looked.
He wanted to reply to their compliment, but all the was coming out was a soft, awkward chuckle.
”You know what mine is?” Y/N said quietly.
Clark leaned in, intrigued suddenly.
“Affordable Housing” Y/N giggled.
Clark rolled his eyes.
“I’m kidding!” They smiled and played with the stem of Clark’s wine glass. “It’s actually to be content. Don’t ask me what that means, I’m not sure I’ll know what it is until I find it, but I think it involves someone special and a steady paycheck.” Y/N sighed.
Clark laughed at their play on words, and even their follow up explanation. They were sweet and playful, and he was growing more fond of them with each interaction. Y/N mentioned something he could agree with, a steady paycheck and having someone special in his life would definitely make him content.
Clark leaned forward slightly, his voice becoming softer, more genuine as he replied to them.
"I can understand what you mean, I think the same too. Especially the second part."
”Yeah?” Y/N said. “I think you’re doing pretty good for yourself Mr. Clark Kent getting recognized by the bouncer and is friends with Louis Lane herself” they rolled their eyes playfully.
He couldn't help but chuckle at that, they were right, he was doing pretty good for himself, but he didn't feel like explaining it to them just yet. Not to mention the fact at he was enjoying their playful teasing, he actually loved it.
"I try." He says smilingly, "That doesn't mean I don't wish my life was a little more stable and less dramatic though."
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” They sniffed the last half of their wine. “What do you do on the weekends besides read Sherlock and write amazing articles?” They sighed and their eyes moved up suddenly to look at Clark over their glass.
Clark was feeling comfortable enough with them now to share a little more about himself, after all they had just shared their deepest and embarrassing secret so it was only fair he also said more about himself too. And his answer wasn't much different from their initial assumption.
"On the weekends, I try to read as much as I can, I also enjoy watching documentaries and playing certain games here and there...and that's about it."
“So, I guess you really don’t have any secret B side personality you’re hiding from anybody, huh?” They asked.
Clark started to sweat. They needed to know about him…eventually, maybe just not right now.
Clark was caught off guard, they had read him like a book, he definitely didn't want to reveal too much about the double identity he led, but at the same time Y/N wasn't dumb, it'd be inevitable that they find out, unless he did something to prevent that.
Clark smiled nervously with a chuckle.
"I mean-" he starts to reply hesitantly and hesitatingly, he pauses for a second, he can't just reveal everything now.
"Not entirely."
Y/N smiled. “Well we all have secrets, Clark…” they teased.
“I guess we’ll just have to figure these things out about each other, huh?” Y/N looked at the band playing across the bar now.
Clark would tell them. Not now.
But definitely eventually.
“Maybe I’m the crazy serial killer,” Y/N said, unconvincingly, throwing their hands out half-heartedly and bearing their teeth.
Clark couldn't help but laugh at the idea of Y/N being a serial killer, especially when they bared their teeth. The image of that scene playing out was enough to make him chuckle loudly.
"I mean..." he starts, a sly smile on his face, "I haven't seen any evidence that disproves it, so you never know I suppose."
“Well, if I get caught, you can have the first interview with me in prison.” Y/N promised solemnly, with their hand over their heart slightly drunkenly.
“But I can’t promise I won’t eat your heart out first,” Y/N winked and slid a 20$ bill on the table as a tip to the waiter along with more cash for the payment.
Clark chuckled at the idea of interviewing them in prison, but it was all a nice image to paint.
"I look forward to interviewing you then, you can also count on me to bring you some real food besides me." He joked back, playing along with their teasing.
Clark was impressed by how generous they were with the tip, a sweet personality and generous too, he could definitely see why he was crushing on Y/N, his admiration was growing by the minute.
”We should go, it’s gonna snow harder soon.” Y/N said, slurring slightly. They tipped off the last half of their wine and Clark did the same. He still wasn’t affected by it, but Y/N was feeling warm and confident.
The outside of the bar was a bit colder than it was earlier. There was more snow on the ground, but just barely enough to crunch underfoot as they walked. Y/N clung onto Clark’s arm as they slowly sauntered towards both of their apartment buildings.
Clark was enjoying Y/N's affectionate behavior, the way they were clinging onto his arm, the fact that they were drunk and clingy was quite adorable to him. The whole scene was quite cute, it felt safe and comforting in a way he hadn't experienced a lot before. He enjoyed being here, if not for the weather, it'd almost be perfect. He was enjoying this, it was a lot nicer than he had expected.
The walk home was silent, besides Y/N’s occasional humming of a commercial jingle or show theme. Ever so often, Y/N would find the courage to grab Clark’s hand and drag him along confidently towards the end of whatever street they were walking on at the moment, almost skipping and twirling around happily.
Clark had to admit, their actions when they were drunk were cute and endearing, they were so carefree it was hard not to feel happy around them. They were also rather comfortable with being affectionate as well, which he loved a lot about them.
He continued to follow along the lead, but was occasionally tempted to lift Y/N up for more of a romantic carry, but he wanted them to be comfortable at the same time, as cute as they acted and their actions he didn't want to cross any boundaries.
As they got closer to their homes, they also reached a part of town that was dimly lit. They slowed down, Clark pulling the slightly less sober Y/N closer just to be safe.
He was glad he did, because as they tried to round a corner a man decided to test his luck and step out of the shadows with a gun pointed in their direction.
Suddenly, Y/N sobered up real quick.
Clark could see and feel the sudden jolt of cold reality for Y/N, the sobering and shock was a complete 180 from what was happening only a minute ago. Their whole mood and demeanor were almost instantly changed by the sight of the gun and they suddenly became scared and alert.
Clark instinctively pulled them tight and close to him, his body instinctually shielding them with little thought behind the action, he didn't like that his mind automatically assumed he would protect Y/N but knew it was the right thing to do regardless.
”Clark…” Y/N said, backing up slightly, gripping Clark’s arm.
Clark tried his best to calm Y/N down, by the sound of their voice he could tell they were scared and he tried his best to reassure them.
"I'm right here..."
Clark kept his grip firm around their arm while moving slightly in front of them, he couldn't stop the protective feeling towards them and the fear that took over. They were right there in front of him, the thought of anything happening to them was unthinkable for him.
“Wallet. Now. “ the man with the gun said. He was in a dark hoodie.
Y/N fumbled with their pockets. They had their wallet somewhere they swore.
Suddenly, they heard a step towards them, and the seconds slowed down into a quiet silence in time as Y/N watched the gun raise, Clark step further in front of them, and the muzzle flash.
There was a loud noise. And then silence.
“Oh my god,” Y/N breathed, horrified.
In the clearing panic, Clark didn’t seem hurt, if anything, even more angry than before.
He rushed forward, surprising the man with the gun and jerking his arm so it was pinned and he could slam the guy against the nearest wall and knock him out.
Clark's reaction came as soon as they heard the step behind them and saw the gun raise, he moved on pure instinct, all thoughts of being careful and gentle leaving his mind instantly. He moved faster than he ever had before, his anger and a sudden violent urge to protect Y/N overtaking his entire being. He slammed the man against the wall with little difficulty and knocked him out. He had become almost robotic in his movements, acting purely on instinct and adrenaline.
Y/N was shaking with panic, adrenaline, and guiltily…excitement seeing Clark move like that.
“Are…” Y/N took a shaky step forward. “Are…you okay?” they asked Clark with wide, dilated eyes. They couldn’t see a mark on him despite a deep singe on the stomach of his sweater vest. It….
The bullet should’ve gone straight into him with a mark like that…
It was straight to the gut…
How?
Clark was breathing hard, his body was trembling slightly, he was a little out of breath for now he tried his best to stay put together and not show how affected he was. The adrenaline was starting to slow down in his system and leave him feeling exhausted after the sudden jolt.
He managed to give Y/N a small smile, their concern about him was endearing to him and the realization that they must've thought the worst was a bit heartbreaking. He was relieved to be standing here with them now though, safe and unharmed, that was all that mattered.
Y/N was glad to see that Clark was unharmed. But…more importantly, confused.
“Clark…” Y/N asked with a trembling voice, “How did you do that? How are you okay?”
Clark was still breathing hard, his body was feeling weak now that the adrenaline was slowly wearing off. He decided to be honest when it came to their question.
"I'm...I'm not sure, I just...reacted and went off instinct." He replied softly, he could tell Y/N was still shaken up and he tried his best to steady his breathing and heart rate.
"Why, what did you see? Did anything happen to me?"
Y/N’s voice cracked with desperation and disbelief as they frantically stepped forward and grabbed the bottom of Clark’s vest, pulling it so he could see what they meant.
“That bullet should’ve killed you! It bounced off you like nothing!” Y/N yelped.
Clark was taken a little aback by the sudden and strong reaction from Y/N, but he couldn't blame them at all. If he was in their position he'd be freaking out also. He looked down at the vest and realized there wasn't even a scratch on the skin beneath it.
Shit.
They knew.
“Are…” Y/N behind to realize that Clark’s glasses had gotten cracked when he had shoved the attacker against the wall, and they become concerned about the glass around his eyes, they grab the broken frames and pull them away from Clark.
Suddenly, Clark becomes very familiar when he straightens up a little.
“Oh my…Oh my god you’re…” Y/N shakes, Clark panics.
Shit.
He did not want them to find out this way.
”You’re Superman!” Y/N squeaked.
Clark was startled by Y/N's realization and sudden realization. He couldn't believe they figured him out with such ease, he had been hiding his identity from them for so long, and now all of it was laid bare at this moment. He was in too deep now, Y/N already knew the truth, he was powerless to stop them from knowing that now.
Clark had thought the situation was under control, but he quickly realized it wasn't. There was no way he could spin this to make it seem like he wasn't Superman.
”I…” Y/N swallows dryly. “I have…I have so many questions.”
Y/N stepped forward, dropping the broken frames onto the snowy ground.
Clark felt dizzy. He couldn’t tell whether it was adrenaline or giddiness at Y/N being this close to him that was doing it to him.
“What’s it like?” Y/N asked, in a whispered tone.
Clark cocked his head.
Clark could feel his heart beating faster as they were now closer to him, he felt slightly overwhelmed by how close they were to him, but the words coming from their mouth were more concerning to him now.
The fact that they knew his secret, and now wanted to know more about him, Clark was panicking a little on the inside, he didn't really know what to tell them or what it would be like to talk about his identity. He could trust them, he knew that already, he just had to come to terms with the fact that they knew who he was.
Y/N’s left hand came up to reach the edge of Clark’s vest around his arm underneath his armpit, his white dress shirt was soaked and his jacket was on the ground nearby.
“I’m sorry if I’m being to forward I- I just-” Y/N stammered. “I wanted to know you before but- but now?” Y/N laughs a little breathlessly, leaning more into Clark.
“You’re incredible.”
Clark's heart started pounding faster the closer they came, Clark also felt rather hot and flushed from the heat emanating between their bodies, and the excitement from what was happening in front of him.
He smiled gently at the compliment, their admiration and affection was something so new to him, it was a lot to take in but he understood how they felt, what was he was feeling now was new and exciting for him too. He was glad they wanted to get to know him deeper and not push him away now.
“Glad this isn’t a dealbreaker for you…” he said quietly, shoulders untensing ever so slightly.
“Are you kidding?” Y/N threw their head back in disbelief. “You’re superhuman!”
The free hand that wasn’t clutching Clark’s vest came up to trace along his jaw.
“But you’re also a beautiful, and unbelievably kind man, with a lot of very simple and meaningful dreams.” Y/N said, sort of reverently.
Clark was taken aback by their praise and sudden touch, his heart was now beating out of his chest and it was taking all he had not to take advantage of the closeness and pull them into a kiss.
"You...um.." he started, but the only words that came out were those of a stumbling school kid.
"How... um..."
Clark couldn't formulate a proper word or sentence, he was in awe at what they were saying to him. They loved him, they didn't reject him. That was all that mattered to him in this moment.
Y/N just smiled at him and leaned into him. It was cold.
Snow was beginning to fall around them now.
“Clark…” Y/N started. “We should leave and get back home.” They said.
"Right, you're right..." Clark mumbled, he was also slightly annoyed that the sudden change in weather meant the night couldn't go on as long as possible.
"My apartment or yours?" He asked, he didn't really care which one they chose, he just wanted to be near them again. His mind was still racing, what had just happened was so overwhelming that it would be nice to just relax in the warmth of another person's presence as soon as possible.
Y/N’s face flushed as they realized Clark expected them to stay together for at least the rest of the night. It made them warm and fuzzy inside to think that Clark liked them.
“We can go to either, which would you prefer?” Y/N asked. They wanted to let Clark make the rest of the decisions tonight. They wanted to show that they trusted Clark still.
Clark was still slightly giddy and overwhelmed from the situation, not only was he accepted despite his secret being known, but he was also offered a choice in who's place they would stay together for the rest of tonight.
The whole situation was a first for Clark, but he didn't want to let a single moment of this opportunity go to waste. He was happy to be offered the choice, but he decided quickly which he preferred.
"I'd like to come to your place." He said softly.
“Okay,” Y/N said weakly.
It was cute to Y/N that Clark could literally take a bullet for them and still be this shy directly after. They were glad he was fine anyways.
Slowly, they led the way back to their place and made it to their front door without incident. They fumbled with their keys, small keychains dangling on their loop while they fished it out of their pocket and unlocked the front door.
It was modest, but spacious. Y/N wasn’t sure if they liked that they were probably easily readable from just their living room, let alone the rest of the apartment.
“Home sweet home,” they said, dropping their keys in a bowl by the front door and kicking off their shoes by a rack.
Clark watched as they opened the front door, once they let him inside he stepped into their home, it was impressive how they managed to fill the space with such simple details, their whole home was filled with their personality. He loved the vibe they had going on here, and for him it was refreshing to see an apartment that wasn't filled with every fancy feature a high income level could afford.
He stepped inside, removing his shoes and hanging his coat up before setting his backpack down nearby. He walked over to Y/N, not sure what to say next.
”Hi…” Y/N said quietly, as they turned around to face Clark standing closer than before, having to look up to meet his eyes.
Clark smiled slightly, his heart fluttered as their eyes locked, even if it was just a simple "hi" that was all he needed. He stepped closer to them again, leaning his body gently against theirs, he was more comfortable with their closeness now than he had been earlier.
"Hi..." he replied softly.
“What’s up?” They asked, popping the ‘p’ sound on the last word.
Their hands drifted to rest on Clark’s hips. They loved how large Clark was compared to them but they didn’t expect him to be this close to them.
Clark's heart was beating so hard and he was starting to breathe faster as their hands drifted to his hips. He had wanted to get closer to them so badly, to feel them close to him like this, and now they were right where he wanted them to be.
"Uh..." he said before the words quickly faded, he had lost most of his ability to form words and sentences at this point. All he could manage was an occasional grunt or slight noise as he leaned into their touch.
“So…” Y/N sighed. “Do you want to make some hot coco and sit down…maybe, talk about some things?” Y/N asked. There was a certain implication in his words. He wanted to know more about Clark’s real life. His Superman identity included.
Clark was almost disappointed that the invitation wasn't a direct offer to make out at this very moment, but he understood why they wanted to do something else first. He was still happy with the suggestion and was more than open to telling them the truth about himself, he was ready to trust them.
"Yeah...that sounds great!" he replied, with some more enthusiasm than before.
He loved when Y/N made the decisions and took the lead on things, it was refreshing and they seemed to do a good job of choosing an appropriate option to keep things moving forward.
Y/N shuffled away to make them both a warm cup of hot coco. Clark stood in the foyer. They were both slightly damp from the light snow. Y/N looked stunning in this lighting, low lamps and the cold city lights outside the window.
“Clark, you know you can make yourself at home, right?” Y/N teased. “If you want, you can shower and I can see if I have…anything that will fit you since your clothes are…well..” Y/N turned his head and glanced at Clark’s singed vest with a nearly bullet burned hole in its stomach. His white shirt was none the better.
Clark couldn't help but blush a little at the teasing, he was a little bit flustered in every sense with the flirting and touching now, and hearing them say they didn't mind him showering in their place sent that flustering feeling into overdrive.
"My clothes are a bit wrecked, yes." Clark replied, glancing down at the damage on his clothing.
"It could be nice to get comfortable, if I've been invited to stay the night here..." his words trailed off, but he liked where this was going.
“Sure,” Y/N tried to sound nonchalant about it despite their heart fluttering.
“The bathroom is in the hallway to the left, I’ll just knock on the door when I’ve found clothes,” Y/N mumbled the last bit. They would burn that bridge when they got to it.
Clark's chest was now feeling the heat build up as his heart raced at the implications from their words, he loved the suggestion and their subtle teasing about it. It was so unexpected, like they had his whole night planned for him, he liked it.
"That sounds good, I can shower and you can go through your closet and see what you can find, I'm sure I can fit in some of your clothes." He said, smiling at them.
”Go on then, Wonder Boy,” Y/N smiled. They were stirring milk on the stove now. Clark shuffled off in their peripherals to shower.
-
Wonder boy, he really enjoyed when they called him that, although his thoughts were of other things... Like removing his own clothes. He smiled and then started heading to the bathroom off the Hallway, not even waiting for them to confirm if it really was to his left. They were clearly paying attention and he liked that, he felt their focus on him now as he left the foyer.
During the shower, Y/N knocked on the door. The bathroom was foggy but Y/N didn’t hear a response so they turned the knob cautiously.
“Clark? I found some clothes I-I think may fit.” Y/N said, trying to speak through the warm fog. They resisted the urge to look further into anything as they placed the clothes on the counter, but they turned around and couldn’t avoid getting a fleeting glance of Clark’s shape through the silhouetting shower curtain.
Y/N blushed clear to their chest.
“I-I left them on the counter!” They yelped, heart racing, and tried to leave quickly.
Clark was just standing under the steaming hot water with one arm on the wall, he had lost track of time in there and was now only focused on his thoughts. Until he heard the knock, at which point he froze for a second. He decided to keep it simple and not say anything and let them believe he hadn't heard them.
But he did hear them, and their words made his cheeks flush even more. Hearing them call his name with such a cute tone set him on fire. He quickly exited the shower, wrapping a towel around himself before going to check the clothes.
Y/N was curled up on the couch, clothes changed and hair toweled off. They had fuzzy socks on with tiny cats printed all over them.
“Bet you're used to saving a lot of these out of trees, huh?” They said, sticking their foot out and wiggling their toes at Clark.
Two mugs sat on the coffee table in front of Y/N.
Clark stepped up the couch, looking down at the fuzzy cat socks and letting a small, playful grin form on his face as he saw their foot sticking out at him.
"That's right, I love how innocent and adorable they are, they make me want to put them in my pocket and take them home with me." He said jokingly, playing along nicely with them.
He then sat down on the couch, facing them as he took one of the mugs and took a sip.
“Is it good?” Y/N asked, grabbing their own mug.
Clark smiled around a mouthful of coco and nodded.
Y/N chuckled and took a sip of his own.
“It’s my own recipe.” Y/N said.
Clark took another sip of his cup of hot cocoa, savoring the warmth in his mouth as he swallowed the comforting flavor.
He nodded again as he swallowed. "It's delicious. I don't know what you did to make it so good, but it's absolutely phenomenal."
He took a larger sip as he continued staring at their cute fuzzy socks.
“So,” Y/N crossed their legs. “Tell me about yourself, the real you ,Clark.”
They cross their legs and sit back on the couch, facing more towards Clark.
Their eyes pierced through Clark as he drank his coco.
They fiddled with their mug nervously. The snow continued to fall outside with a soft rush.
Clark watched them shift their position to be facing him, he was enjoying this more than he'd liked to let on, he enjoyed when they wanted to know about him. And now here was a question he could answer truthfully, finally telling them the real him. He took another sip of his hot cocoa, not able to resist their piercing eyes for too long. His cheeks were still flush from the shower and the interaction they just had. He set his drink down before responding.
"You really want to know about me, huh?"
“I really like you Clark, of course I want to know about you,” Y/N said softly.
If it was possible to melt like the snow outside from a single sweet word, he would have been nothing more than a puddle now. His breath became quick and short as he smiled and sighed, this was going to be such a big step, but he wanted this, he wanted to make them happy and trust them. He looked up from their eyes to their face and smiled, his heart beating faster than before. He took a short moment to get his thoughts together before replying.
"Okay...where do you want me to start?"
“Why didn’t you tell me you were…” Y/N found themselves having trouble saying it “…Superman.” They finally said.
“And who else knows?” They asked.
He'd feared this question so much, but he would have to answer it honestly. If he wanted to make things work between them, he would have to be 100% honest about everything. The fact that they wanted to know about the "real" him meant they really did like him, and hopefully their opinion of him wouldn't change now that he was being honest with them. He breathed a sigh and took a second to prepare himself for the answer.
"Well, the only other people who know are the Justice league.And obviously, my parents." He said quietly.
”Does Louis know?” They asked. “And the Justice League? God, I forgot how terrifying your job is outside of Metropolis.”
The mention of Lois reminded him how much he cared for her, and also her reaction when she first learned his identity. He shook his head and smiled at the question about his job.
"Oh Lois knows...she knows everything about me as Clark Kent or Superman, actually, she was the one who figured it out." He said, sounding genuinely proud of her.
"And yes, the Justice League. They're basically a group of superheroes who all keep the world safe from danger and help each other out when a villain or other crisis arises."
”So this is how you get all your good information for articles, huh? Using the superhuman charisma power you have?” Y/N asked.
The truth was that Clark did not have the ability to convince most people to tell him almost anything, he didn't use his powers to get information. But it was more fun to play along, so he nodded his head as his smile turned into a mischievous grin.
"Uh yeah, exactly, everyone just wants to tell their little secrets to me. So I can hear all the juicy gossip, not that I would do anything unethical with the information though."
He said with a teasing chuckle, he liked their playful approach. He took another sip from the mug.
Clark was a terrible liar. Y/N could see right through him, but they scoffed anyways.
“Guess that’s why I find you so irresistibly charming, hm?” Y/N drawled enticingly. They moved closer to Clark on the couch.
Y/N's words sent his heart into overdrive and his mind into a daze, this was exactly what he had wanted, exactly what he had hoped to hear from them. He smiled widely as they got closer to him and he couldn't help but let his eyes trace their figure as they talked.
"Is that the reason why you find me irresistible?" He replied back in the same playful manner, not able to stop himself from leaning in just a little bit.
Y/N smiled crookedly, unabashedly. “You tell me…” they said, leaning in. Clark obviously wasn’t going to break his gentlemanly persona anymore tonight, so Y/N would have to do it for him.
Their lips brushed for a brief moment, and Y/N pulled back a hair with a noise like they’d been burned.
Then, in a surge of desperation and want, both Y/N and Clark surged forward at the same time and met in an open mouthed kiss, mugs abandoned on the coffee table.
The first brush of their lips sent a surge through him, causing him to lean forward without any thoughts or regrets. All he was thinking was how much he wanted them in his arms. Their lips soon joined and he kissed back with as much passion as he could muster, every second felt like an eternity in the best way imaginable.
Finally, it seemed like they both couldn't hold back anymore, and suddenly they were kissing furiously like no one else existed besides them. The mugs on the coffee table could wait, they never should have been there anyway.
Y/N pulled back briefly, slightly, having to use their hands on Clark’s chest to push back in his strong grip around their back that had moved there during their quick descent into madness.
“Clark-“ they breathed. “Wai- wait-” they said as Clark looked at them with eyes like a kicked puppy, kisses aiming for their mouth having ended up on the corners and sides.
Clark was not yet ready for this kiss to stop but that didn't matter to him anymore, he wanted to listen to Y/N as they pulled back. He was more than a little flustered as he looked up from their hands to face them, his heart was thumping wildly in his chest. He wanted to say something but he was having trouble gathering his thoughts.
He was so excited, and a part of him would have been happy to listen to them say something about stopping, but another part of him was worried they might say something else. He could feel the heat rising on his cheeks.
”Can we just-“ Y/N swallowed, mouth red and slightly swollen from kissing, “can we just sit here, put on a movie and kiss? I don’t want to go any further tonight. I wanna’ take it slow with you,” they pleaded.
Clark’s grasp around them became tighter. “Yes, yes, absolutely,” Clark wanted everything with them, but he could wait forever if they needed to. And honestly at heart, he didn’t want anything else tonight either. He was getting so much just from what was happening right now between them.
He loosened his grip on them slightly, as it was still a bit embarrassing for him to have acted like that, but he really couldn't help it. He had wanted it so much.
”Hold on, let me just-“ Y/N wriggled out of Clark’s grasp quickly and scurried over to the tv set, fumbling to turn on a show. A re-run of ’The Notebook’ was playing and Y/N laughed thinking about something so sappy playing behind them and their new lover making out and enjoying each other’s company less than 10 feet away.
Clark watched as Y/N’s body swayed and moved as they fiddled with the TV finally settling on something. Clark recognized it and laughed sardonically a little.
“Where were we?” Y/N said, spinning on their heels and turning to face Clark in their sweats and cat socks.
Clark's eyes couldn't help looking at all of Y/N's curves and their movements as they moved to the TV. He was enjoying all the scenery, he had to try hard not to smirk as they laughed at the TV show that was playing. The notebook was definitely a cheesy watch.
Clark laughed at the last question and got up from the sofa, moving closer to them as their bodies and faces became inches apart.
"We were kissing furiously I believe," he grinned, "and you want to keep that up?
“Yes, please-“ Y/N said, moving to straddle Clark’s lap. They halted suddenly, “Ah- but only if you want to,” they said quietly.
Clark's mouth fell open slightly as they climbed onto his lap, it was one thing to be standing near each other and kissing, but having them straddling on his lap was a whole different story. The fact that they suddenly paused and asked a question with so much hesitance had him almost melting just from the tenderness of the gesture.
He placed his hands on their hips and looked up at them with an eager smile.
"I certainly don't have any objections to that plan."
Y/N smiled.
“Good,” they ran a hand over Clark’s neck and leaned in again to kiss him sweetly while they rested on his lap.
Clark was more than happy to be in this position with Y/N, having them straddling him for a make out session was just as wonderful as he'd always imagined.
He leaned forward himself and wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist, pulling them close against him as their lips pressed together once again. His hands ran up to their back to hold them close to him, he couldn't help but let out a few moans and grunts of enjoyment as he kissed them back with equal enthusiasm.
Y/N felt Clark’s tongue brush against their lips. They opened their mouth slowly, letting Clark take the lead. The room felt nice, and they were glad they had put on an old record while Clark was in the shower.
Clark gently probed their lips with his tongue as he took the lead, he was loving every minute of this and was enjoying every second of being so close to them. Y/N's presence and their scent was intoxicating and his arms wrapped tighter around their waist as he enjoyed them more and more.
After a few moments of savoring the kiss, Clark pulled away just slightly as he was feeling a little light-headed from the heat and intimacy of it all.
Y/N felt warm for a different reason this time. They were just so content in Clark’s arms.
“Sleep in my bed tonight?” they asked with lidded eyes and a lazy smile on their face.
Clark was very grateful for this pause because he'd never felt so giddy and warm in his entire life, this had been beyond anything he could have ever thought possible.
A slight chuckle escaped him as he caught his breath, his gaze looking at Y/N with longing and amusement.
"I'd sleep on your porch if you'd let me. " He replied with a mischievous grin.
“Well then, that settles that,” Y/N laughed, a little ditsy off of the wine from dinner now that they had calmed down and a little bit from how Clark was holding them in his grip.
“Let’s go, screw the movie, I want to cuddle,” Y/N brushed a lock of hair behind Clark’s ear and kissed his forehead softly as they smiled.
With that, they both proceeded to cuddle up together on Y/Ns bed and watch the snow fall gently outside. It was warm, they were happy, and the world spun on.
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Final note: okkk thanks for reading everyone :) lmk if yall have any requests for me because i am slowly running out of ideas right now and im in a writing mood so this window will not last long sadly
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You're literally so fucking disgusting (said with absolute joy).
Anyways, which of your silly little comic book yandere men are into petplay? And are they puppy-owner-coded or kitty-owner-coded?
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒: 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑…
!!! GN reader, petplay, can be translated as romantic or platonic, but the innuendos are 100% intended, collars, leashes, mentions of punishments, slight manipulation, drugging, I channeled my inner pet for this.
*Pulls out my 3 hour long slideshow* I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON.
First off, all of them are into pet play if I have a say in it. You will never catch me obsessing over a character I either can’t see collaring me or wearing a collar for me. So, really, this question boils down to if they’re a dog or cat person, LMAOOOOO.
Second, they all could go either way, honestly. These are just my personal thoughts on what they might gravitate towards. If you’re a certified puppy, don’t you worry, cuz the kitty enjoyers will love you the same, and visa versa.
Now let’s get started.
Bruce Wayne: I ALREADY CAN’T FUCKING CHOOSE, FUCK. My first instinct was to gravitate towards kitty-owner, but then I thought about his need to have some sort of physical tie to you (cuz he totally keeps you chained or handcuffed to him, DON’T FUCKING QUESTION ME), so he might be a puppy-owner for the sake of keeping you on a leash. Either way, you’re totally his little lap pet while he works in his office. Petting you gives him the strength he needs to finish all his paperwork. Also, everything you own is bedazzled to hell and back, from collars to toys. He likes to spoil his beloved little pet, okay?!
Clark Kent: I’m gonna go with puppy-owner. He might carry you around like a cat, but that’s only because carries dogs around like cats, too (that’s what happens when you have super-strength; everything is just so carry-able). Absolutely talks to you in that babying voice every dog-owner uses. “Who’s a good pup? Who’s a good pup?? You are!! That’s right, you are!! Aww, look at you!!” It might be annoying, but you better get used to it if you don’t wanna be locked in your uncomfortable cage while he’s gone. He knows you hate it, which is why he hates it, but it’s the only way to get you to behave!! Be his good pup, won’t you?
Dick Grayson: Very much leaning towards puppy owner. He’s all for training you into his loyal pup who follows him everywhere. Also lowkey talks down on you cuz you’re just a cute, dumb puppy!! You don’t need to be thinking big human thoughts!! Let your loving master take care of everything, okay? Ah, ah, ah! Silly, pup! You’re not supposed to speak! Now get back on your hands and knees… puppies don’t walk like people do, remember? Or does he have to get a little mean to remind you? You don’t want that, do you? Yeah, didn’t think so. Now sit… good job!! Why don’t we give you a treat, hm~?
Hal Jordan: Another one that can go either way. Honestly, though? The more I think about it, the more I’m digging kitty-owner Hal. There are so many ways this could go that it makes my head hurt. Is he a condescending owner? “Poor little kitty… got something to say? Hm? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Or a soft owner? “Such a pretty little kitty… did you miss me while I was away? Yeah? I’m so sorry, sweetie.” What about one of those cat-dads that started out as we-are-not-getting-a-cat and ended up getting totally attached? “What do YOU want? Huh? Whatcha up to, pusscat? AYE!! Get off of the couch!! Come on, you know better.” The possibilities are endless.
Jaime Reyes: You know, it’s kinda weird. I see him as a certified puppy by default, yet as an owner? He’s kitty-adjacent. You’re just the cutest kitty-cat ever, he can’t help but keep you as one!! Definitely gets one of those bell collars (with a cute bow on it!!) for you. It helps ease his anxiety whenever he hears it jingle. Better be a cuddly kitty, cuz he canNOT keep his hands off of you. Poor guy’s always on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of you running away. It’s a common occurrence for him to pull you into his lap, eyes shining with unshod tears as he quietly asks, “you’ll never leave me, right?” If you don’t want to sit there awkwardly while he hyperventilates, I suggest you be kind and nuzzle into him.
Remy LeBeau: 100% kitty-owner. Expects you to greet him at the door when he comes home. “Y’miss me, minou? Yeah… Gambit missed you, too. C’mere.” Whether you like to admit it or not, he gives the best scratchies. He’ll have you lay against his chest for hours, softly petting your head as he listens to your rhythmic breathing. Absolutely sits you on the counter while he cooks so he can feed you small morsels as a little treat!! Every chef has to have an adorable sous-chef, no? Oh my god, he is just so soft that it makes my heart melt. You’re his precious little kitty and he’ll never let you forget it!! Just don’t be up to any trouble, okay? He may be gentle, but he also knows how to punish naughty kitties.
Scott Summers: Puppy-owner puppy-owner puppy-owner pupPY-OWNER— you bet your ass he’s training you to be the perfect little puppy. When he’s through with you, you’re gonna be the most obedient pup around. Don’t get me wrong, he’s actually a very soft and sweet master!! Gives you tummy rubs, praises, and even treats (when you’re good). However, when it comes to obedience, he’s absolutely the no-nonsense type. Do not test him; the literal leash he has on you is short for a reason. Disciplinary Scott is a very scary Scott, so I’d suggest you start acting right if you don’t want to get the cruelest punishment ever. “That’s right. Be a good little pup for me. You know what happens to bad puppies. Behave.”
Tim Drake: Have you met him? Kitty-owner for sure. He wants a lazy kitty that’ll sleep in his lap whenever he works (read: he wants to drug you so you’re constantly lethargic and can’t run away from him). Be prepared to be a weighted blanket, cuz he loves when you lay on top of him. Whenever you wake up, he’ll always be the first thing you see. “Good morning, Kitty! Sleep well? C’mon, it’s breakfast time!” Does NOT let you do anything for yourself (not like you’ve got the energy to, anyway). He loves to take care of his cute little kitty!! Also, has about 3,000 photos of you on his phone so he can look at them when he’s away. He just misses you, okay? You’re all he thinks about on patrol!!
Wally West: The puppy-owner thoughts won. He wants a happy little pup to pounce on him anytime he comes home!! Oh… you don’t wanna do that? Well, it’s okay!! He’s very good at training disobedient mutts. A quick word of warning, you do not want to trigger his stern mode. He’ll dish out the most cruel and devious punishments, all with the “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” attitude. Soft and sweet owner Wally is where it’s at. Loves to make you do tricks and give you treats afterwards!! He can get a little condescending and tease you, but it’s all done out of love! Unless you’ve been bad. Then it’s completely intended to be malicious. But you would never be a bad pup for him, right? He loves so much and spoils you rotten, why would you ever be bad? Come one, now!! Walkies time!! If you don’t tug on the leash, he’ll give you a big reward!!
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The Stars We Share
teen!Clark Kent x gn!Reader
Summary: Your family summer vacation takes an unexpected turn when you form a connection with the friendly farm boy from next door!
(A/N: First time posting any of my work on tumblr! Please don’t crucify me. Clark isn’t even in this one but TRUST there are more chapters coming.)
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When you heard from your parents that you would be going on your first family vacation out of the city in years, you were ecstatic. How could you not be? They seemed so excited to tell you! When, with pure energy coursing through you, you asked where you would be going, your parents shared a look. When they uttered the words “Smallville, Kansas”, you tried to hide your disappointment, you really did. Still, you couldn't help how your face fell slightly, breathing out all the excitement in your body with a small ‘oh.’
You did your best to stay interested as they went through the details of how they found the perfect place to stay, how this would be a great chance to go somewhere quiet, how it was right within our budget! You smiled and nodded.
Of course you didn't mean to be ungrateful. It's not like you expected to go somewhere lavish, just somewhere…fun. Somewhere with things to do. Honestly, with the option between going out or staying in the city, you’d much rather just use that vacation money to do something fun where you are. At least you had your friends here.
You packed nearly everything you owned, all the clothes you wouldn't die of heatstroke wearing packed as dense as lead in your suitcase. A couple pairs of shoes, toiletries, this, that, and anything else you could find space for. Whatever you packed, you had to make it last two months.
Your eyes turned to the pile of books you had yet to read. You had every intention of getting to them, but life gets in the way. You stepped away from the bags you packed your life in, reaching to cradle the cover of a novel your friend lent to you a while back. You promised them you'd read it- they spoke so highly of it after all. You could still hear their rambling voice going on and on about the characters and storyline and world-building.
“You’ll love it!” they told you, “It's about a group of scientists trying to find a new planet for humans to live on after Earth was hit with a meteor while also trying to find the cure for an alien virus!”
‘The Last Hope’, the title read, the background a deep blue, some mix of colors reminiscent of the northern lights. Your finger ran over where the pages flipped up, the slight wear on the spine, and creases where its paper cover had been so lovingly pried open. The unread pile enticed you. With nothing to look forward to in Smallville, maybe this was your chance to work through it.
You emptied your school bag to fit as many books as you could into it, strategically stacking them to make the most of your limited space.
Stumbling back from the weight on your shoulders, you tugged your bags down to the car like an ox tilling field. Your bag of books, which you were sure was heavy enough to count as a second person, sat snug with you in the backseat. The car roared to life, passing familiar roads until you were lost in the blur of it.
You were going to make the most of this. You were going to try.
The house you were renting was nice, perfectly fit for three people with enough land around it to build a stadium parking lot. There was a small porch out front, a single deck chair sat out by the door, and a small table with white rings staining the wood. You traced the watermark with your finger, standing idly as your dad opened the door in front of you, no key required. A trusting neighborhood then, you guessed. Though, you suppose even if they weren't, it'd be too much work to come all the way out here. Not to mention the house hardly looked like it held anything valuable. It was nice, not luxurious.
Getting settled in your room wasn't hard. It looked like a room display you'd see in a furniture store left to sit untouched for years. The bed was made neatly with its navy blue sheets framed by the quilt folded at its foot, the wood of the headboard lightly scuffed and dusted. The walls were strikingly bare. You could imagine they once had something decorating them. The closet was much the same, an empty cavern, seeming completely untouched. Yet, you could so easily imagine it full of mismatched hangers and shoes piled up on the floor.
The more you unpacked the more empty the room felt.
The house had a looming feeling over it. So much empty space…
There were pictures on the wall, a family of three. The house's owner had a son, you discovered. He had graduated high school just last year, the shiny satin glinted just the same in the picture, proud smiles on both their faces. There was no mother present. You could only imagine what happened to her. Maybe she left or tragically passed on, maybe she was just behind the camera. Your thoughts moved to a more optimistic place despite the glaring opposite staring you in the face. You just didn't want to feel sad right now.
You picked up the remote from the top of the boxy TV, switching it on to flip through the channels. News, static, news, bible study, static…You let out some dreary mix of a sigh and a groan, falling to drape yourself across the old couch like someone's discarded coat when they return home. Your parents came down the stairs, your father patting his pockets.
“Hey, honey, your mother and I are going out for a walk.”
“Mhm…” You groaned in response, hand tossed over your eyes.
Again the sound of that screen door, shutting you into that quiet house.
You tossed around, laying your weight on your splayed limbs at awkward angles, as if that would somehow give you the entertainment you so desperately craved.
It was becoming increasingly hard to remain optimistic about this trip.
In an empty house, surrounded by nothing but fields, it felt like a kind of purgatory. An unsteady stillness made you want to switch on one of those channels again, just to kill the silence that pierced your ears.
The pull of gravity dragging your awkwardly distributed weight off the couch worked in tandem with the heavy sigh that labored out of your lungs. You pulled yourself up, feeling the wear of the carpet like a well traveled path, hearing the hollow thump that came with each step you marched up the stairs. You stood in the doorway to your room, the only thing marking it as yours being the empty suitcase laying like a hollow shell on the floor.
You flopped into bed, rolled around, sat up. Your eyes fell on your overstuffed backpack, heavy with books and pages you had only skimmed through. It was a defeated effort, dropping to your knees and hearing the distinctive hum of the zipper being pulled open. You had really hoped you would have more to do, that reading would be more of a hobby to fill the time rather than the only thing you could do other than sit around.
Staring into the face of the cover, that deep blue and hazed with iridescent greens and pinks. Looking through your window, the sun still so far from setting, you sighed.
Cozying yourself in your bed, you flipped to the first page.
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Valentine's Day
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─────
🄲🄻🄰🅁🄺 🄺🄴🄽🅃
The day began with the reader finding Clark in an enchanting location beside a serene lake. Clark was there, his smile warm and kind, wearing a casual outfit that enhanced his charming appearance.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Clark," said the reader, coming over and hugging him tenderly. "I'm really happy to be here with you."
Clark returned the hug with affection. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too," he replied, looking the reader in the eye. "I look forward to this special day with you. What do you have planned?"
The reader smiled, holding a small gift in his hands. "I prepared something special for us. Here's your gift."
Clark opened the present with enthusiasm, revealing a book he had always wanted to read. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that. Thank you, my love. I love that you are always attentive to my wishes."
The reader returned the smile, feeling happy for making Clark happy. "You deserve the best, Clark. Now, let's enjoy the day together."
As they walked along the shore of the lake, Clark and the reader talked about their feelings, their dreams and shared laughter and moments of intimacy. The connection between them was strong, and every word exchanged was filled with love and admiration.
Finding a quiet spot, Clark spread a blanket on the ground and revealed a lovingly prepared picnic. They sat together and enjoyed their food, enjoying each other's company and the beautiful view of the lake.
"This is an unforgettable Valentine's Day," Clark said, gratitude in his voice. "I'm happy to have you in my life. You've brought so much joy and love to me."
The reader held Clark's hand, looking at him tenderly. "And I am grateful every day to have found someone as special as you. You are my strength, my support and my inspiration."
Clark stroked the reader's face gently. "I love you beyond words. You complete me in ways I never thought possible."
As the sun began to set, coloring the sky in a vibrant palette of colors, Clark suggested that they take a walk along the lake. They walked side by side, sharing smiles and secrets as the night settled in.
Sitting on a bench, under the twinkling stars, Clark and the reader embraced, feeling the warmth of love between them.
"I never thought I'd find someone like you," said the reader, his voice full of emotion. "You are my hero, not just for your powers, but for your kind heart and the way you care about the people around you."
Clark held the reader's hands, looking him deep in the eyes. "And you are the most amazing person I've ever met. Your compassion, your inner strength and your unconditional love inspire me every day. I feel blessed to have you by my side."
They remained there, enjoying the peace and quiet of the moment, lost in the magic of that special night. As they watched the stars in the sky, the reader was grateful to share this intimate moment with Clark, knowing they were building a lasting love story.
"Clark, thank you for being my support, for loving and accepting me exactly as I am," said the reader, his voice cracking with emotion. "I couldn't ask for a better partner to face life by my side."
Clark smiled and caressed the reader's face tenderly. "I promise to always be by your side, to protect, support and love you unconditionally. You are the most important person to me, and my biggest wish is to make you happy."
As the night progressed, they got up from the bench and started walking back to where they started their meeting. The way back was lit by soft lights, creating a romantic atmosphere.
"Clark, my love, this Valentine's Day with you has exceeded all my expectations," said the reader, intertwining their fingers with his. "Thank you for making this day so special and for being part of my life."
Clark shook the reader's hand, conveying all the love and affection he felt. "I love you more than words can express. My heart is yours forever."
They continued to walk, together and full of hope for the future. Valentine's Day with Clark Kent was a day filled with love, togetherness and a true connection that transcended any obstacle. They knew they had found the perfect person to share their lives with and that their love would only grow with each passing day.
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The day began with the reader finding Lana in a flower garden, where they had agreed to meet. Lana was there, with a radiant smile and a dress that enhanced her delicate beauty.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Lana," said the reader, walking over to her and enveloping her in a loving hug. "I'm so happy to be here with you."
Lana returned the hug tenderly. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too," she replied, looking into the reader's eyes. "I'm excited to spend this special day with you. What do you have planned?"
The reader smiled, holding a small gift in his hands. "I prepared something special for us. Here's your gift."
Lana opened the gift curiously, finding an elegant necklace. "It's beautiful! Thank you, my love," she said, placing the necklace around her neck. "Now, tell me, what else do you have planned?"
The reader smiled, offering his arm to Lana. "I've booked a whole day for the two of us. We're going to take a city tour, enjoy a romantic lunch, and then watch the sunset together."
Lana seemed delighted with the idea. "That sounds wonderful. I love exploring the city with you and creating new memories together. You always know how to surprise me."
As they walked through the city's busy streets, Lana and the reader shared laughter, secrets, and intimate moments. The connection between them was deep, and every step taken was filled with affection and affection.
Arriving at a cozy restaurant, they sat together at a reserved table. Lana looked around, marveling at the romantic atmosphere.
"This place is perfect," Lana said, smiling at the reader. "I'm so happy to be here with you, enjoying a delicious meal and sharing this special moment."
The reader held Lana's hand, looking into her eyes with wonder. "I couldn't be happier than I am right now. You bring so much light into my life and make me feel complete. I love you, Lana."
Lana smiled and shook the reader's hand. "I love you too. Your presence soothes me and makes me feel loved. Thank you for being that special someone in my life."
After lunch, they decided to walk through a quiet park. As they explored the trails together, Lana moved closer to the reader, wrapping her arms around him.
"I'm so happy to have you in my life," Lana said, Lana said, resting her head on the reader's shoulder. "You brought genuine happiness and true love to my journey. Every day with you is a wonderful adventure."
The reader gently stroked Lana's hair and whispered sweetly, "I can't imagine my life without you, Lana. You are my inspiration, my motivation, and the person who brightens my days. I love you beyond words."
Lana lifted her face and met the reader's eyes, conveying all the love and connection between them. "I love you with all my heart, and I'm excited to build an amazing future with you. You complete me in a way no one else can."
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Lana and the reader sat on a park bench, holding each other and enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
"We will always fight together, face challenges and build a unique love story", said the reader, with determination in his voice. "I promise to be by your side, supporting you in all your achievements and comforting you in difficult times."
Lana nodded, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I believe in us, in the love we share. Together, we can overcome any obstacle. Our love is a powerful force."
They remained embraced, watching the sunset as a promise of a bright future full of possibilities. Valentine's Day has become a special and unforgettable moment, marked by love and unity between the reader and Lana.
As night fell, they walked hand in hand, returning home with hearts full of gratitude and hope. The love between the reader and Lana would continue to grow and blossom, lighting up their lives with each passing day.
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The day began with the reader finding Lex at an elegant restaurant where they had agreed to meet. Lex was there, with a piercing gaze and an enigmatic expression, wearing an impeccable suit.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Lex," said the reader, approaching cautiously. "I'm happy to be here with you."
Lex regarded the reader with a slight smile. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too," he replied, maintaining an elegant posture. "I'm intrigued to know what you have planned for today."
The reader smiled, holding a small gift in his hands. "I prepared something special for us. Here's your gift."
Lex accepted the gift curiously, opening it meticulously. He found a rare book that aligned with his intellectual interests. "Interesting choice. Thank you," he said, putting the book in his pocket. "So what's the next step?"
The reader maintained his composure, suggesting a walk around the city to enjoy a contemporary art exhibition. "I thought it would be interesting for us to explore beauty and artistic expression together. What do you think, Lex?"
Lex looked at the reader, considering the proposal for a moment. "I suppose that's not a bad idea. Art has always been an intriguing way to explore the human psyche."
While walking through the art gallery, Lex and the reader observed the different works and exchanged impressions about them. They debated about the meaning of the pieces and shared unique perspectives.
"You have a keen eye for art," commented Lex, admiring the reader's knowledge and sensitivity.
"I like to explore different forms of expression," replied the reader, relishing the opportunity to share this moment with Lex. "It's fascinating how art can impact us in profound ways."
After the gallery visit, they decided to go to a quiet cafe to chat and enjoy a more intimate moment. Seated at a secluded table, they delved into discussions about politics, philosophy and the challenges of life.
"You are an intriguing person, reader," Lex said, leaning forward a little. "There's something about you that captivates me. Your intellectual curiosity and insight are refreshing."
The reader smiled, feeling a mixture of excitement and wariness. "I feel a special connection with you too, Lex. Despite our differences, I see something genuine and complex in your personality."
Lex contemplated the reader's words for a moment, looking puzzled. "Genuine and complex… interesting words to describe someone like me. Maybe there's more to me than people think."
The reader nodded, captured by the intensity in Lex's eyes. "I believe everyone has layers and stories that aren't always visible at first glance. I'm willing to explore who you are beyond the public image."
Lex smiled slightly, a trace of vulnerability blending into her features. "You are a unique person, able to see beyond appearances. It is a rare feeling to find someone willing to know the truth behind the masks we wear."
The remainder of the day was filled with deep conversations, where the reader and Lex shared their innermost fears, hopes and desires. With each moment, a deeper connection formed between them, transcending the adversities that could exist.
As night fell, Lex suggested that they walk through the lighted streets of the city. They walked side by side, exchanging whispered words through the night breeze.
"I didn't expect this Valentine's Day to be like this," Lex admitted in a sincere tone. "But I'm grateful to have had the opportunity to share it with you. It's an experience I'll remember."
The reader smiled, feeling his heart warm at Lex's words. "I too am grateful for this special night. We don't know what the future holds, but I do know that what we experience here and now is meaningful."
As they parted, Lex held the reader's hand with surprising gentleness. "Until next time, my intriguing reader. May we continue to explore life's mysteries together."
As the reader walked away, the feeling that something extraordinary had begun lingered in the air. Valentine's Day with Lex Luthor had been a mixture of fascination, tension and hope, an unexpected chapter in their intertwined lives.
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The day began with the reader finding Lois at a busy cafe where they had arranged to meet. Lois was there, with a radiant smile and infectious energy, dressed in casual attire that enhanced her vibrant personality.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Lois," said the reader, approaching excitedly. "I'm so happy to be here with you."
Lois hugged the reader enthusiastically, returning the affection. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too," she replied, a twinkle in her eye. "I'm ready to embark on an adventure with you. What do you have planned?"
The reader smiled, holding a small gift in his hands. "I prepared something special for us. Here's your gift."
Lois excitedly opened the present, revealing a book of travel and adventure. "Wow! This is the perfect gift for me," she exclaimed, hugging the reader gratefully. "You always know how to surprise me, my love."
The reader returned the smile, feeling happy for making Lois happy. "You're adventurous and fearless, Lois. I wanted to find something that matched your unique personality. Now, let's start our own adventure."
As they walked through the streets of the city, Lois and the reader shared stories, laughs and exchanged glances full of complicity. The connection between them was strong, and every moment was filled with emotion and romance.
Finding a busy park, Lois suggested they participate in an impromptu basketball game with other people. The reader accepted the challenge, and together they dived into the competition, laughing and having fun like never before.
"You're incredible, Lois. Your free spirit and determination are contagious", praised the reader, as he picked up the ball and passed it to Lois.
She smiled, throwing the ball back with precision. "And you are brave and kind, my own personal hero. I am grateful to have you by my side."
After the competition, they decided to have a picnic in a quiet spot in the park. Sitting together on a blanket, they ate food, shared stories, and talked about their deepest dreams and desires.
"This is an unforgettable Valentine's Day," said Lois, looking into the reader's eyes with affection. "I'm happy to have you as my partner in all the adventures that life has in store for us."
The reader held Lois's hand, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. "I love you beyond words, Lois. You complete me and bring so much happiness into my life. I look forward to sharing many more adventures with you."
Lois smiled, her eyes sparkling with emotion. "I love you too, in a way I can't describe. You are my support, my inspiration and my life partner. I can't wait to see what the future holds."
As the sun set over the horizon, you and Lois held each other, feeling complete and full of love on that very special Valentine's Day. Together, they knew they would overcome any challenge and that their unique and powerful connection would guide them through all the adventures yet to come.
🄲🄷🄻🄾🄴 🅂🅄🄻🄻🄸🅅🄰🄽
Upon arriving at the agreed location, a quaint downtown cafe, the reader found Chloe sitting at a table, wearing a radiant smile that lit up the room. She was dressed in a casual yet elegant outfit that enhanced her natural beauty.
"You look absolutely stunning," said the reader, walking over to the table and taking Chloe's hands. "Happy Valentine's day, my love."
Chloe returned the smile and thanked her sweetly. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too, my dear. What do you have planned for today?"
The reader replied, holding a small gift in his hands. "I thought I'd start with something special. Here's a present for you."
Chloe opened the present with enthusiasm and found a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. "It's beautiful! I love it, thank you," she said, slipping the necklace around her neck. "Now, tell me, what else do you have planned?"
The reader smiled, taking a sip of his coffee. "Well, I've booked a whole day for the two of us. Let's take a walk through the park, enjoy a romantic picnic and then watch the sunset together."
Chloe looked thrilled at the idea. "That sounds perfect. I love the nature and tranquility of the park. And a picnic sounds like a great way to enjoy our time together. You've thought of everything."
As they walked through the park hand in hand, Chloe and the reader talked about their lives, their dreams and shared laughs and jokes. The connection between them was deep, and every moment was filled with complicity and love.
Arriving at a quiet, sunny spot in the park, the reader spread a towel on the ground and revealed a carefully prepared picnic basket filled with delicacies that Chloe loved. They sat together and enjoyed the food while taking in the surrounding scenery.
"This is one of the best Valentine's Days I've ever had," Chloe said, looking the reader in the eye. "You made everything so special and meaningful."
The reader smiled and took Chloe's hands. "I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me. You are my partner, my confidant and my true love. I am so grateful to have you by my side."
Chloe nodded, thrilled. "And I'm also grateful to have you. You support me, inspire me and make me feel loved every day. I couldn't ask for anyone better."
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of gold and orange, Chloe and the reader embraced, enjoying the moment of tranquility and romance.
"It's such a pretty picture, isn't it?" Chloe said, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "It's like heaven is celebrating our love."
The reader smiled in agreement. "I like to think so too. Every day with you is a celebration, a constant reminder of how lucky we are to have found each other."
Chloe stroked the reader's face gently. "And I couldn't agree more. You fill my life in ways I never imagined. Your presence brings me joy and peace."
As night settled in, the reader suggested that they take a walk through the park, now lit by soft, romantic lights. They walked hand in hand, sharing laughter and secrets along the way.
On a bench under the light of a tree, Chloe and the reader sat together, enjoying the serenity of the moment. They exchanged looks full of tenderness and admiration, knowing they had found someone special to share their lives with.
"I love you," said the reader, with sincerity and emotion in his voice. "Today, on Valentine's Day, I want you to know how much you mean to me and how much I value our relationship."
Chloe smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I love you too. What we have is unique and special. You complete me in ways I never thought possible."
They embraced, sealing their love with a sweet kiss under the stars. At that moment, the world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them and the promise of a future full of love and happiness.
Valentine's Day with Chloe Sullivan was a memorable day, filled with romantic gestures, heartfelt dialogue and moments of deep connection. They celebrated their love in a unique way, creating memories that would last forever.
And so, as the night turned into a beautiful memory, Chloe and the reader returned home, their hearts full of love and gratitude for having found each other on such a special Valentine's Day.
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The reader wakes up on Valentine's Day with a feeling of excitement and anticipation, knowing that he will be spending a special day with his beloved Oliver Queen. Oliver is a brave and passionate man, and the reader is looking forward to celebrating his love on this special day.
They decide to start the day with a romantic breakfast. The reader sets a table with fresh fruit, pancakes, and orange juice as Oliver looks on with a charming smile. They sit together, sharing laughter and cuddling, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
After breakfast, they decide to do an outdoor activity together. Oliver, who loves sports, suggests a hike to a trail with a beautiful panoramic view. As they walk hand in hand, the reader takes the opportunity to connect with Oliver on a deeper level, talking about their feelings, dreams and plans for the future.
During the walk, the reader surprises Oliver with small romantic gestures, such as stopping to admire the sunset together or presenting him with a personalized bracelet. These gestures demonstrate the reader's love and dedication to Oliver, making him feel loved and special.
Upon returning from their walk, they decide to spend the afternoon in a park, where they can relax and enjoy each other's company. As they sit on the grass, Oliver takes the reader's hand and says tenderly, "You are the light of my life, and every day with you is like a dream come true."
The reader smiles, feeling the warmth of Oliver's love. "Being with you is a blessing, Oliver. I feel inspired and loved every moment with you."
In the evening, the couple decides to have a romantic dinner at an elegant restaurant. Oliver reserves a table overlooking the city, where they can enjoy an exquisite meal by candlelight. During dinner, Oliver looks deeply into the reader's eyes and says, "You make me a better man, and I'm grateful to have you by my side. My heart is yours."
The reader feels the love overflow and responds with emotion, "Oliver, you are my hero. Your strength, courage and kindness inspire me to be the best version of myself. I love you."
After dinner, Oliver surprises the reader with tickets to a concert by the couple's favorite band. As they watch the show together, they dance and sing to their favorite songs, feeling the energy of the music enveloping them.
At the end of the night, Oliver guides the reader to an overlook overlooking the city. They hold each other, watching the city lights as they share words of love and gratitude. The reader feels complete with Oliver, knowing that he has found his true love and life partner in Oliver Queen.
As the sky darkens and stars begin to dot the sky, Oliver gently holds the reader's face and whispers words of heartfelt love. "You are the reason my heart beats faster, my love. I can't imagine my life without you. You brought light and happiness to every corner of my being."
The reader, moved by Oliver's words, smiles and hugs him tenderly. "You are my safe haven, Oliver. By your side, I find courage and support to face any challenge. Our love is a force that drives us to be better together."
Involved in the magical moment, the reader and Oliver share a passionate kiss under the glitter of the stars, sealing their love and commitment to each other. In that moment, the world around them seems to disappear, leaving only the love and deep connection they share.
As they return home hand in hand, the reader and Oliver know that Valentine's Day was an unforgettable celebration of their shared love. Every gesture, word, and shared moment further strengthened their special bond. They know that together they will face whatever challenges life may bring, and that their love will continue to grow and blossom.
The reader falls asleep that night with a heart full of gratitude and happiness, knowing he has found his true love in Oliver Queen. Valentine's Day has become a precious memory, a chapter in your love story that will continue to be written with affection, care and complicity over the years.
May your love continue to blossom and may each Valentine's Day be filled with love, joy and special moments with Oliver Queen.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─────
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How would justice league boys react to finding out thier long term partner is thiere greatest enemy like partner could have done it to hurt them
I only did a few of them I hope that’s fine! Sorry I had rush it kind of- Anyways I think that-
Bruces heart would beat as his worst enemy had him subdued. All he could think about what you in that moment, what would you do if he was killed? Ever since he met you his worst fear was leaving you alone after dying to one of his enemies. He’d practically block out everything his enemy was saying as he attempted to escape his position. It wasn’t until the mask was off that he stopped. It was you..? He just stared, brain refusing to accept the reality of his situation. He’d start a sentence but wouldn’t be able to finish it and you laughed. Your words were heard but not listened to. The sheer shock being enough to deafen him even. That last thing he truly cared for was his worst enemy? He wanted to ask why but his body refused to let him speak.
Superman would’ve been fighting you, finally getting close enough to you to physically stop you from doing any harm. He’d finally done it, he’d finally stopped his worst enemy after fighting you for god knows how long. “Now let’s see who you are,” he’d move to take of your mask and you’d start to laugh as he did so. It didn’t deter him though and he kept reaching for it, tugging until it was fully off of your face. He physically recoiled as he saw that face of s/o laughing at him, and insane look in your eye. He’d drop you, your body jolting with laughter as it hit the ground. “Wh-what is this? Sorcery!” He’d call out and you’d slow down your laughter to explain yourself to him. He’d be overcome with rage as he grabs you again, refusing to believe he’s been tricked for over a year just for your stupid ploy.
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My Superman
1/? Prequel to “Let the kid play”. Not chronological. Takes place during the rave episode.
Y/N: You need to take a break. You’ve been cooped up in the loft and if you still want to be with me we need a night just for us.
Derek: So what are you thinking?
Y/N: Hear me out. Me. You. Candy and kids.
Derek: What? That’s ridiculous.
Y/N: As the child of the mayor I have to make appearances and that includes the Beacon Hills Trunk-Or-Treat. So we do that for an hour or two, then we take the jeep to the preserve for a dinner date under the stars.
*After giving out candy and eating dinner Y/N and Derek sit in the back of the jeep watching the stars in silence.*
Y/N: I know you’re mad at me.
Derek: I’m not mad just confused. Why didn’t you tell me we had to wear costumes?
Y/N: We both know if you had known you wouldn’t have came.
Derek: Okay then why did you get to wear a flannel and jeans and I had to put on this tight spandex bodysuit?
Y/N: I was a teen wolf. It’s in a movie my dad likes. And this was my one chance to make my dream a reality.
Derek: Why?
Y/N *softly smiling*: Because you Derek Hale have been, are, and always will be my Superman.
*Derek pulls Y/N close and they kiss. Minutes pass by and they come up for air.*
Derek: Come on. It’s getting chilly out here.
Y/N *laying in Derek’s chest, singing*: Look at the stars so far away. We’ve got tonight babe, why don’t we stay?
*Derek kisses Y/N again and he lays both of them down in the back of the jeep, legs dangling over the tailgate.*
Derek: This doesn’t have anything to do with the rave going on in my loft does it?
Y/N: No. The kids needed a night of debauchery and the twins were willing to pay and they promised me they would call if something happened. What they don’t know is that I plan on pulling the plug early.
Derek: Why?
Y/N: Phase one of payback for not listening to me when I said Jennifer was the Darach.
*Derek’s eyebrows raised.*
Y/N: Oh don’t worry. You had sex with her you’re fine.
#teen wolf movie#teen wolf#this is my world now not your world#gn reader#x gn y/n#x gn reader#derek hale x reader#derek hale#more to come#queenmayor23#superman#tyler hoechlin#clark kent#kal el#gender neutral reader#gender neutral
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THE DILEMMA
You, Kara, and Clark had an eventful night.
First proper fan-fic, open to any ideas, requests, criticism, etc.
Gender-neutral reader x Sasha Calle Supergirl, and a bit of Clark (I'm imaging to be a young Tyler Hoechlin) as well
You had just gotten off your last shift of the week, you were indifferent to your job, not caring all too much for the menial boring tasks you did day in and day out, and you were always counting down the seconds at the end of the day. Just waiting to leave and do what you really loved, making a difference, helping people, being a hero. You especially enjoyed it on days like this when it was just you and your thoughts, you loved and adored Clark, hell you'd even consider him family, and Kara, well your feelings for her were a bit complicated to you, on one hand, you wanted more than the close relationship the two of you already had, but on the other hand, you didn't want to push yourself too deep into a situation that could easily have your two closest friends feeling awkward around you.
You had just gotten into your costume when you spotted an old man getting robbed at gunpoint in an alley, you were in front of the older man in an instant, scaring the mugger, and causing him to shoot. You caught the bullet with ease, and flicked the mugger in the face, lightly by your standards but still strong enough to give him a mild concussion. You then turned to the old man, " Are you alright?" You asked, "few bruises but nothing a few days of rest won't fix right up" he said, you nodded and smiled before floating up into the air giving him and the small crowd of people who had seen you a slight wave before heading off.
A few hours and small crimes later, both Kara and Clark had finished their shifts for the day as well and the three of you went flying about in search of potential trouble. You and Clark were in Ukraine helping out when the two of you heard a major explosion, it was a massive gas explosion in downtown Toronto, and the three of you rushed to the city and immediately started helping evacuate. Once a majority of the people were safe Clark went to put out the fires and left you and Kara to evacuate the few remaining trapped civilians. Kara and you were able to get the rest of the injured people to paramedics or the hospital directly, once everyone was out you and Kara flew up and assessed the damage. It wasn't too major, only affecting a corner of a city block, and most of the fires had been put out by now. The two of you realized that Clark was practically done and there wasn't much else to be done when you decided to fly off in search of more ways to help.
You and Kara made some awkward small talk, "Hey how was work" she asked "Oh it was boring as always, what about you how was your day" you replied, and she said, "it was fine as well". A little while later the two of you decided to grab a pizza from a local mom-and-pop pizza joint, you both flew to the shared apartment and relaxed while sharing the pizza, the two of you started talking about your time at work and lack of personal connections at both your workplaces because of your shared busyness.
Shortly soon after the conversation took a turn to how the superhero lifestyle was extremely inconvenient for developing any relationships with nearly anyone, "As much as I love saving people and being supergirl I do sometimes wish I could have a normal human life, actually have friends, outside of you and Clark, and spend time doing hobbies! Even relationships aren't something we can do, unless we somehow manage the finesse and luck Clark and Lois have" she somewhat rambled to you, you nodded and said," mhmm, like you said I love being a superhero but, yeah, it does have its pretty significant drawbacks, like you said Clark's somehow got it pretty well managed, how come neither of us've got to that stage yet?" "I know right, that being said he did have a bit of a headstart" she replied causing you to chuckle and grin, "yep that's true, but there's not much I wouldn't do to just get a glimpse of what my life could be like outside of the whole saving people gig." "Exactly we both just need someone who is also a superhero and would get our dilemma" Kara blurted, only realizing what she implied after your cheeks started to blush.
You decided that now was your chance to say something, "Like each other?" You tried to say casually just in case she didn't feel the same way, you didn't come across as very casual with your pink-tinted cheeks. "I don't know, maybe we should give it a shot." She said before giving you a wink causing you to get extremely flustered. "A-a-re you b-b-being completely serious?" You asked hopefully, she looked at you quizzically, wondering if you feel the same she does, spoiler alert you do, she says "yeah, I mean why shouldn't we, the two of us are the only people who we can talk to about our home, we both have similar experiences, and neither of us is gonna get mad at each other for being busy, cause we're both gonna be constantly busy doing the same stuff". After she finished you smiled widely and pulled her into a tight hug, pulling back to give her a sweet and passionate kiss, before "what the absolute heck is going on here?" Clark loudly asked. You and Kara moved back to opposite sides of the couch turning around to face Clark, Kara told him "Hey, Kal, I suppose me and y/n are now dating!" She said while looking between you and Clark, Clark quickly said "My best friend and my cousin?!" In a confused tone, before repeating "My best friend and my cousin!" Now excited for the two of you.
The rest of the night was spent with the three of you talking and chilling out well into the early morning, before Clark went off to work, to tell Lois the news, you and Kara assumed. Both of you fell asleep, cuddling on the couch for most of the day, safe to say Clark definitely took some cute and embarrassing pictures when he arrived home.
THE END
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Fanfics Coming Soon - 5/6/23
(Requests are closed for the time being)
I will be starting to work on the fics listed below, along with my Superman/Clark Kent X Reader Series.
The times of posts may vary. Also, Fanfic Fridays will have fewer fics, not as many as the usual four, but there will be consistent fics every Friday. The fics below will be posted on whatever Friday of the week that I've finished writing the said fic. (Ex. If I finished writing a fic on Wednesday, it'll be posted Friday, etc.)
Fics Coming Soon:
Superman Fic - Waiting For Superman - 1/10 or more chapters (possibly) - Slight angst/Fluff - Coming Soon
Erik Destler X GN Reader - Mini Angst/Mostly Fluff - Modern AU; A deep voice sings each night, a haunting song unlike any you've heard at the recording studio where you work the security nightshift. Each night, you listen and fall in love until one moonless night you seek its origin, finding a handsome ghost, Erik Destler, who wishes he had tasted true requited love before death stole him away.
Richard Grayson X GN Reader - Slight Angst/Fluff - Meeting The Family/Engaged; Newly engaged and beyond happy, your fiancé, Richard Grayson's preparing to bring you home for the holidays to meet his family for the very first time. So far, the two of you have had an idyllic relationship, but the true test will come when Bruce and the many, many siblings come into the picture and dredge up the past.
Pedro Pascal X Female Reader - Slight Angst/Fluff - Hades And Persephone AU; With the power of spring and flowers, you enjoy the wonders and beauty of nature. Wandering out of your home and beyond the borders of your kingdom, you stumble upon a dark wood, and curiosity got the best of you. You got lost, of course, having never been in the forbidden woods before. In the shadows, you spotted a figure, who walked out, dressed in dark clothing. He was tall, dark, mysterious, and incredibly charming. And when he offered you a pomegranate, you couldn't say no... After all, you were pretty hungry.
Jack Daniels X Female Reader - Slight Angst/Mostly Fluff - Royalty/maybe 1800s Regency period AU; As the youngest of seven sisters, you are told to wait your turn for marriage, but you can't help but fall for a handsome gentleman, Lord Jack Daniels, who comes to town on business. You decide to pursue him even though your mother has been eyeing him for sister, Adelaide, number five.
Harry Osborn X GN Reader - Mostly angst, Slight fluff - Vampire AU; You used to be in love with a vampire, Harry Osborn. But you were just eighteen, and your emotions were running high, and didn't really know any better; letting your admiration and love for him engulf you. You broke it off with him before you left for college. But, after a while, you noticed people were going missing, blood drained from bodies in alleyways on campus... And your new boyfriend had gone missing as well. You had a theory on what... Or who was causing all the havoc, and it was time to grab your wooden stake and end it once and for all... You just hoped you could resist his irresistible charm.
Johnny Storm X Female Reader - Slight Angst/Mostly Fluff - Single Mom AU; You're a single mom who works two full-time jobs to make ends meet. The new manager, Johnny Storm at your second job asks you out on a date. He's hot, kind, and perfect, but your son hates him and shows that in many humorous ways. Will love blossom or wither under your son's disapproving gaze?
Comment down below which you're excited for. ;)
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currently struggling to think of how clark kent would act if you were his ex and he wanted you back.. bc someone requested i add him to my little post of that
please flood my comments with your headcanons of that. you'll be dutifully credited, of course. bc idk how to write for him
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Superman & The Lone Wolf
Notes: My goal is to make the reader character (who will be called Lone Wolf instead of y/n) as neutral and ambiguous as possible. If I mess up and use any descriptors etc please let me know so I can fix it.
Pairing(s): Clark Kent/Superman (Cavill) x gn!werewolf!reader, mentions of Clark x Lois
Warning(s): Werewolves (not compliant to werewolves in DC canon and based on my own version of werewolves), kind of long
Superman was a few miles outside of Metropolis, returning from chasing down some bank robbers and handing them over to the police. He made sure to check below him occasionally while he flew towards the city.
He was eager to go see Lois, maybe he could make it up to her for being late for dinner. He knew she was getting frustrated that all of their dates were either getting canceled or cut short but she was trying to be understanding that he had obligations as Superman.
Suddenly he noticed a flash of white moving impossibly fast towards the city. Deciding to investigate, Clark landed in a patch of trees, hoping the delay wouldn't take too long. But those hopes were forgotten as he realized what exactly he was looking at.
A wolf. A very big wolf. It was just standing there now, staring at him with wide eyes. Ears and tail held high and straight and even the wolf's legs were rigid. But it wasn't the defensive stance or even the size of the wolf that caught Clark's attention. This wolf looked like none he'd ever seen.
On top of being at least 3' tall, the wolf was almost entirely white with the exception of its ears which were a silver shade. And its eyes, eyes that Clark could hardly look away from, were red. Whether they were actually glowing or just appeared that way in the moonlight he wasn't sure.
Clark snapped out of his daze and took a deliberate step towards the wolf. This movement was met with a low, warning growl.
"Easy now. I trust you don't mean any trouble to the city or the people who live there. As long as that is the case, you've nothing to worry about from me." He said, one hand held out to show he was no threat to the wolf so long as they did not attack.
The way the wolf shook its head to indicate it had no intention of hurting anyone, let Clark know that there was, in fact, a person behind those startling red eyes. The wolf cautiously stepped forward and sniffed Clark's hand, bumping it once with its head before turning and fleeing. Again it moved at a speed that he knew was impossible for a regular wolf.
Clark decided to give them a moment so they could shift back to their human form without running the risk of him seeing. He would respect their right to their secret identity, as he protects his own so fiercely.
'Well at least I'll have an interesting story to tell Lois.' Clark thought to himself, taking back to the air after a few minutes.
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1 month later
"I still can't believe you sniffed Superman's hand!" Fiona, Lone Wolf's best friend, giggled while they busily prepared their catering office for the interview they had later.
"It's been a month, Fi! You've been saying that every day since." Lone Wolf responded in mock exasperation.
A month. They had been in Metropolis for over six months but their catering business has only been open for four weeks exactly. They were also a food reviewer, which they had been doing for years now. But their dream had always been catering so when they went into the business with their best friend they merely laughed and rolled their eyes at all the Phoebe and Monica jokes Fiona made.
"Well, yeah! You sniffed Superman!" Fiona retorted. "I mean he literally just saved the world from an invasion of his own people almost 2 months ago!"
"Can we please focus on making sure everything is perfect before the reporter from the Daily Planet gets here?" Lone Wolf huffed, fighting back a grin at Fiona's excitement. "And after they leave we still have to send a menu for approval to the Edmonstone wedding, a follow-up with the Chrichtons and I need to edit and post my review of that bakery in Gotham. Not to mention stocking up for the full moon in a couple of days."
"Who do you think they're going to send for the interview anyway?" Fiona asked, waving away the list of tasks. "I hope it's Lois Lane! She's absolutely gorgeous...I'd probably pass out. Or ask her to marry me as soon as I see her, like a psycho."
"You are psycho, Fi." Lone Wolf teased, rolling their eyes when Fiona stuck her tongue out at them. "Besides, I doubt the Daily Planet would send someone like Lois Lane to interview a new catering business."
"Oh, please! We've been open for a month and business has been booming! We already have a waiting list for crying out loud. People love your food, plus your review blog has made you kind of famous."
"Business is doing so well because your godfather, the mayor, hired us and has been referring us to everyone. And it's February." Lone Wolf countered. Before Fiona could argue, they heard the chime from the entrance, letting them know someone had come in.
"Hi, I'm from the Daily Planet. I'm here for an interview. My name is Clark Kent." Lone Wolf set the sample plate down on the table and turned to face the voice. As they did a familiar smell struck them.
Lone Wolf fought to maintain composure as they went to shake hands with the reporter. Discreetly taking in his scent again, confirmed to Lone Wolf what most of the world did not know.
Clark Kent is Superman.
#clark kent#cavill superman#Lone Wolf series#clark kent x reader#superman x reader#clark kent x gn reader#superman x gn reader#dceu fic#superman fic
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Hey! Can I request a Clark x reader where they're dating but reader doesn't know Clark is superman. And then superman interacts with them for whatever reason and is flirty bc that's his person!!! But reader is like ☝️ hey buddy back off. I'm HAPPILY taken
this is such a cute request!!!! Argh!!!!
clark kent/superman x gn!reader. fluff, brief danger but r is okay. superman flirting with you but he's dating you? he's just a goober. i lub him <3 PLEASE feel free to imagine maws!clark. I feel like this is very himcore 🥰
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Being a florist in Metropolis is good work. Lots of people still buy flowers, which is great. Many actually buy bouquets for Superman and leave them on display as support. Poppies, yellow tulips, and cornflowers. They're one of your favorite arrangements.
The downside to being a florist in Metropolis, however, is that on occasion, your flower display ends up the target of a killer robot.
You're not sure why that is. Mostly, you wish people would stop building killer robots.
You've gone outside to see what the commotion is about when you're grabbed by a metal claw. It squeezes hard, almost cutting off your air. You squirm in terror as the robot stomps down Main Street, crushing cars and asphalt in its wake.
"Help!" you scream when you catch your breath, and the robot squeezes you harder.
A dizzying blur of red, yellow, and blue zips past you. You think of your flowers.
The blur cuts through the metal like nothing. The robot begins to collapse, twitching and groaning. Its metal creaks, grip loosening on your body.
You hardly fall before Superman is there, cradling you to his chest.
"I've got you," he says, tucking you close.
You look up at him, and he beams at you, like saving you from a killer robot has been the best part of his day.
Come to think of it, Superman came to your aid surprisingly fast, even for him.
And he holds you... intimately. Like you've known him for years. Your heart picks up.
"Uh," he says, cheeks flushed. "Are–are you okay?"
You smile politely, arms around his neck. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Superman."
He nods, flying down the street. "Good. I'll get you back to your shop and clean up the flowers."
You tilt your head. "How do you know I'm a florist?"
Superman looks at you, blue eyes wide.
"Oh! I... uh, I've seen your arrangements all over the city. They're beautiful. I'd never forget that they belong to an equally beautiful face."
Goodness. If Superman is this forward with everyone he rescues, it's no wonder your flower arrangements are in high demand.
"I'm flattered," you begin, and Superman once again aims that grin with the power of a thousand suns at you. "But, respectfully, I'm very happily taken, so I would appreciate it if you'd keep this rescue professional."
Superman raises an eyebrow. To your surprise, he smiles wider.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't realize you were taken. My sincerest apologies. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"No, it's alright. I'm honored, but you couldn't pull me away from my boyfriend even with your super strength."
Superman's cheeks turn pinker. He sets you down in front of your store with the utmost care, not letting go until you have your bearings. He takes a step back, rubbing his neck. The gesture makes your brain itch. You don't know why.
"Well, uh, he must've done something right if he's lucky enough to be with you."
"Luck has nothing to do with it," you say fiercely. You don't know why you're so indignant about defending Clark's reputation to Superman. It's not like Clark will ever hear about it.
"No?"
"Not at all. He's an incredible person, kind and smart and loving, and if anyone's lucky, it's me."
Superman makes an aborted gesture to take your hand, then redirects and awkwardly pats your arm instead. You squint at him. He quickly moves away.
"Ah. Sorry. Well, I doubt that. I bet you're equally spectacular."
"Oh. Thank you."
You primly take his hand and give it a good shake. Superman bows his head and laughs.
He takes a step back, eyes bright like you've just made his day.
"Well, I wish you the best with your boyfriend. I'm sorry for being so forward. I've seen your Superman bouquets; your reputation precedes you. I make it a point to know reputed people in Metropolis."
"I can't imagine I'm very high on that list," you say.
"Ah, you'd be surprised. Besides, I never forget a face."
Superman darts behind you and moves at neckbreaking speed to clean up your partially maimed flowers. In three seconds, it's returned to its former glory.
"Well, uh, I'll be seeing you," Superman says, hands clasped behind his back. "I mean, I hope not in a circumstance like this! Th-then again, when else would we see each other? Scratch that, I hope there's no reason for us to cross paths because that would mean you're in danger. Uh, but I don't mean that in a bad way! I just—"
You snort and reach over to take a yellow tulip from your display. You give it to Superman, who takes it like you've just handed him a newborn baby.
"I'm still taken," you say. "But you're very sweet, Superman. Take care, alright?"
"Yeah," he says, tucking the tulip into the strap of his cape. "Yes, you too. Goodbye!"
He soars away, the tulip like a star on his cape.
Superman is handsome and kind, no doubt. But he's certainly no Clark Kent.
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DC x Reader Fic Recs
It Got Worse by @hannibals-favourite-meal (Clark Kent x Reader, F!Reader, Wayne!Reader, SFW, Pregnancy, Bruce is overprotective)
Office Crushes by @hannibals-favourite-meal (Clark Kent x Reader, SFW, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega!Reader, Plus size!Reader, Slight angst, Protective!Clark)
Playground Chaos by @kimberly-spirits13 (Jason Todd x Reader, GN!Reader, SFW)
At the Stitches by @kimberly-spirits13 (Jason Todd x Reader, Black Widow!Reader, F!Reader, SFW, Reader has magic)
To the Paparazzi by @innerwomen (Bruce Wayne x Reader, F!Reader, Batmom!Reader, Husband!Bruce Wayne, SFW, Slight angst, Body shaming, Mild swearing, COVID-19 mentions)
Keep the Doors Locked by @hannibals-favourite-meal (Bruce Wayne x Reader, Batmom!Reader, Batboys x Batmom!Reader F!Reader, NSFW, Smut, Getting walked in on, Bi!reader mention)
Just a Couple More Minutes by @innerwomen (Bruce Wayne x Reader, Batboys x Batmom!Reader, F!Reader, Batmom!Reader, Husband!Bruce Wayne, SFW, Slightly Suggestive)
Illegal by @hannibals-favourite-meal (Batmom!Reader, Damian Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader, F!Reader, SFW, Implication of smut, Puberty mentions)
What Is A Mother, But The Woman Who Loves Us Most? by @ragingbookdragon (Batmom!Reader, Batboys x Batmom!Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader, F!Reader, SFW, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)
I Have Too Many Children by @ragingbookdragon (Batmom!Reader, Batboys x Batmom!Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader, F!Reader, SFW, Implications of sex)
I’ve Finally Found Something For My Shelf by @ragingbookdragon (Batmom!Reader, Batboys x Batmom!Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader, F!Reader, SFW)
"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me" by @allysunny (Bruce Wayne x Reader, F!Reader, SFW, Pregnancy, Bale!Bruce Wayne)
A New Beginning by @hannibals-favourite-meal (Bruce Wayne x Reader, Plus size!Reader, F!Reader, SFW)
Slumber Party by @bippot (Adrian Chase x Reader, F!Reader, SFW, Reader is kidnapped and kinda traumatised, Canon typical violence, Minor injuries)
Now or Never by @whirlybirbs (Adrian Chase x Reader, F!Reader, SFW, Mild depiction of injuries, Reader is a retired hero)
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Day 16 - Dacryphilia
Pairing: Clark Kent x gn!reader
Warnings: some slight degrading language, dom/sub undertones, if you’re under 18 go away
Note: pink kryptonite has a different reaction in the comics but that’s stupid so I offer you instead: it’s an aphrodisiac
Kinktober Masterlist
When Bruce called you and said Clark had been exposed to some pink kryptonite, you had easily agreed to take care of your boyfriend. When Bruce dropped Clark off at your doorstep, you hadn’t expected helping him like this.
Clark was always considerate in bed, even when he was keyed up to the max like this. So the plush rug under your knees was appreciated, even if you were gagging on his thick cock. Tears pooled in the corner of your eyes as he rolled his hips, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of your throat.
“Yeah, there you go. Taking me so well,” he murmured. For such a demure smalltown farmers boy, Clark had the dirtiest mouth sometimes. He blushed when saying “damn” in front of anyone, but when he had you like this, it was a running stream of filth.
You ached with need that grew with his praises, but you were focused on pleasing him right now. You knew that once the pink kryptonite induced haze was out of his system, he would have you crying around his cock.
In fact, it seemed like crying was the goal here.
He loved seeing tears in your eyes, whether it was because of the denied pleasure you begged from him or the fact that he was so big that you couldn’t swallow him without tearing up. Your hero boy needed a release and if you could be that for him, you would let those big fat tears slip down your cheeks as want surged through you.
Clark slipped a hand down to your cheek and cradled your jaw, feeling his hard length in your mouth and then down to your throat. He wiped the tears away and then pulled out, giving you a moment to breathe. You nuzzled your face against his shaft, pressing your nose against the dark hair at the base of his dick that was wet with your spit. Your hands were restrained behind your back with one of his ties or else you would have ran your fingers along his cockhead.
“Doing okay?” he rasped.
“Yeah,” you panted. “Use me, Clark. Please.”
You gazed up at him with shiny, bright ears. Tears dripped down your lashes and spilled over your cheeks, glazing near your swollen lips and the pink nub of your tongue that darted out between the puckered red kiss that you needed to get around him again. Clark’s only reply was to grab the back of your head and sink himself back into the warm heat of your mouth.
You shut your eyes and savored the salty taste of his pre-cum mixed with your tears. Shit, you could get used to this. Superman would always be there to save the day, but you were at home, waiting to save Superman from himself by being his cockwarmer. That was just fine with you.
#kinktober#kinktober 2022#clark kent imagine#clark kent x reader#clark kent smut#superman imagine#superman x reader#superman smut
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Sweet as Pie (GN!Reader x Clark Kent)
Can we get a fic where Clark is a bumbling mess trying to as reader out on a date? Just him being so sweet and awkward and cute at the same time?
Here's a little secret most people don't know about Clark.
He's a lot more like Clark Kent the mild-mannered reporter than he is Superman the alien superhero.
Sure, he plays up the act a lot.
He's not really that clumsy.
He is a little bit nervous and awkward, but his charm lies in his genuine sweetness and cheer.
He already gets to be a little bit more like normal with you - you don't work at the Daily Planet, and he met you at a coffee shop when there weren't any seats left on a crowded day.
Perry's drink order takes forever. He's very particular.
Lois sees coffee purely as fuel, but she hates the taste so she adds scads of cream and sugar when no one's looking - her order is a tall black coffee.
But you two got to talking, and when you met again, you invited him to sit with you.
So after a few conversations that get cut off by him having to leave, you ask him to hang out sometime when he won't have to go so suddenly.
And that's when he gets a little adorably flustered.
"Oh, I, uh... I'd like that. A lot. Most certainly."
You chuckle. "That so? How sweet?"
He blushes the color of a tomato.
It's not an official date, not really. Just hanging out, getting a bite to eat and visiting a bookstore.
Unbeknownst to you, Clark keeps getting disrupted by villains so he has to keep rescheduling the not-a-date.
But finally the calendars align.
Clark insists on paying. You tilt your head at him but then he just chuckles. "Sorry. My Ma just... taught me that whenever you invite someone out to eat, you should at least offer to pay for their meal."
"Sounds like you were taught well. Did you get to use that rule a lot?"
"Back in Smallville? Nah. I saved up a ton to take Lana Lang out, and I took Billy Crescent out a few times, but other than that, nope."
"Awww, you must have been so cute!"
He chokes a little on the tea he ordered - and smiles. "Careful, you'll flatter me and it'll all go to my head."
You grin back, and conversation resumes - Clark seems a little more comfortable, and your easy chat resumes at its usual pace.
The day goes by wonderfully. Clark and you have a great time at lunch and then at the bookstore.
And when it's time to head home, Clark seems to steel himself...
...only to lose his nerve.
"H-hey."
"Hey." You chuckle back.
"Look, if I misread the situation, I totally understand and all, but... I really enjoyed our time together and I'd love to take you out again."
You open your mouth and he hurriedly interrupts.
"As a date! On a date. In the romantic sense."
You laugh. "Yeah, I kinda figured that part out."
"Oh." he grins. "I suppose I was a little obvious, eh?"
"I saw it comin' from a mile away."
"Well, then, I suppose I'm glad you understand me so well already."
"I look forward to our date, Clark." You wink, before getting in your cab.
Clark simply blinks back at you, stunned by the wink.
Later on, his demeanor will become more comfortable and even flirty, but these first few moments are filled with his adorable flustered expressions and stumbling.
Because deep down, Clark's just a bunny rabbit at heart.
#clark kent x male reader#clark kent x reader#superman x reader#superman x male reader#superman headcanons#dc headcanons#headcanons
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