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hey! can i ask for yandere jon kent in a soulmate au setting, where he finds his soulmate in a normal civilian, who seems to be easily charmed by his boyish charm, at least at first

Soulmate! Yandere! Jon Kent x Reader

Jon Kent x reader or Jon Kent/reader

Yandere!Jon Kent x reader or Yandere Jon Kent x Reader

Word count: 4719 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, stalking, imprisonment, adult Jon Kent, obsession. Other than that, there's no s*x or anything of the like.

Let us say that it’s one of those soulmate AUs where you have your soulmate’s name written somewhere on your body. You would have “Jonathan Samuel Kent” wrapped around your wrists like a natural and skin-deep bracelet. Your name is stapled up Jon’s arms, boxy and impersonal letters pressed under his skin, yet he has traced each letter with a sense of reverence ever since he was a little kid, dreaming of when he would finally get to meet you.

Clark was probably a yandere for Lois as well, (he seems like the type), and she was more than happy to indulge him, likely having some of the tendencies too. I can imagine them being attached at the hip whenever they’re at home, never being found alone in a room. Jon probably once wondered if they actually were tied together by an invincible ribbon. It seemed improbable that the two of them were never separated except when Clark was out as Superman. They were together all the time, even at work, both working at The Daily Planet. This was probably how Jon developed his unhealthy love tendencies. He has always adored both of his parents, finding their relationship flawless. The idea of having something like that himself was a thought that he would fall asleep at night dreaming about. His parents’ unhealthy tendencies sowed the seed of disturbing obsession within him.

As a kid, Jon loved writing your name in his school books, every page filled with his rounded letters spelling out “Y/n”. Some of his teachers had been concerned about his seeming obsession with your name and existence; It was normal for kids to be intrigued by the letters stretching out somewhere on their skin, but not to the overly passionate extent of Jon. When this was brought up to Jon’s parents, they simply waved it off. Jon was a good kid, so what if he was a bit obsessed with the name on his arms? They saw nothing wrong with it. As a matter of fact, Clark had been the exact same, and Lois too, although to a lesser degree than her husband. Thus Jon was allowed to let his fixation run wild.

As Jon got older, joined high school and started working together with Damian, he kept looking for you. He had Googled your full name at least a million times without luck. It stung every time, but he refused to stop.

Every time he saved someone around his age, while out patrolling the streets as Superboy, he’d carefully ask their name, hoping for yours to slip from their tongue… it never did. Damian teased him, finding his desperate attempts at finding you pathetic. “I just don’t wanna miss ‘em!” The blue-eyed teen would argue back, frustrated by your elusiveness.

If Jon was honest with himself, he had hoped for a high school-sweetheart type of romance, but as he became eighteen and left secondary education, that dream was dashed. Jon’s next dream was that the two of you would attend the same university. He even took a year off under the guise of helping his father at the farm, in reality, it was so he could search for you and attempt to see if you went to any of the nearby universities. He wanted to up your chances of meeting each other.

After high school, Jon was slowly dragged down by the idea that the two of you would never cross paths and that he’d forever have to resign his fate to someone else. There were those whose soulmates died before they ever met or those who didn’t meet their soulmates until they had already fallen in love and made a family with someone else. It was rare, most preferring to wait for the one whose name was written on their skin… but “rare” did not mean impossible. Clark tried his best to cheer up Jon, but no matter what he said, the young man couldn’t help the feeling that he was doomed.

It was ironically when he stopped looking for you, and started his education at Metropolis university, that you appeared in his life. Damian was the one to introduce the two of you. The green-eyed man had met you at Gotham university where you shared a class. The two of you had gotten along surprisingly well, to the point that Damian considered you a close friend. You were neither from Gotham nor Metropolis, as a matter of fact, you might’ve even been from a completely different country. This explained why Jon had never been able to find you, he had always assumed that you only lived a few streets away from him, when in reality you had lived your entire life in a completely different city, never even being near him, until the day Damian invited both of you to the manor.

When Jon had first shaken hands with you, he had thought nothing special of you. He was impressed that Damian was able to keep you around, and he thought that you seemed pretty cool but other than that you were simply one of Damian’s civilian friends. It wasn’t until he ended up introducing himself and asking for your name that he was rendered frozen. As soon as the words left your mouth, Jon had to excuse himself, it was almost comical how he had waited for this moment his entire life, yet when it finally arrived, he ran away from it.

It didn’t take him long to return, his demeanour entirely changed. What had previously been charming, albeit shy, smile on his lips had now turned into an almost scarily fixed mien. Had you not known better, you’d have thought that Jon had gotten a Glasgow smile carved into his round cheeks by the Joker himself. As the hangout progressed and the day turned to evening, you started to distance yourself from Jon, almost clambering to be close to Damian at all times. The way Jon stared into your eyes reminded you of the way a predator gazed at its prey. He seemed ready to pounce at any moment, and you didn’t want to be in his line of sight when it happened.

Jon was oblivious to the discomfort he was causing you, instead staring enviously at how you practically hung off Damian’s arm. It made him consider whether the two of you were really “just friends”, or whether the two of you were engaging in, (what was to him), dissident behaviour. “Cheating” on your soulmates by being in an intimate relationship with each other. You weren’t. But the more Jon scared you, the closer you kept to Damian, and the closer you kept to Damian, the more intense Jon’s staring became. It was a vicious cycle and by the time you were meant to go home, you were deadly afraid that Jon would follow.

Damian had, of course, picked up on both Jon’s unusual behaviour and your poorly hidden fright. So, when it was time that both you and Jon had to leave, Damian offered to walk you home, an offer you were relieved to accept. Jon didn’t like it though, offering to walk you home himself, since he was going anyways, but both you and Damian shot down the idea with obvious hostility. Jon was convinced something was going on, entirely unaware of how bizarre he had been since he heard your name.

Damian more or less ordered Jon to go home before you, Jon was aware that he couldn’t outright challenge Damian’s command, it was his home, after all. However, he refused to just let you leave with Damian…Alone. No! What if you guys did something while he wasn’t there, like holding hands or…or… Kissing! NO! Jon refused! So, as soon as he had said goodbye to both of you, he floated, (as quietly as he could), up to the roof of the manor, avoiding the sensors that Damian had once shown him and then he settled into a crouch, the soles of his converse being held to the slippery tiles with the help of his super-human levitation.

It didn’t take long for you and Damian to exit the manor, slowly making your way to the Wayne garage. At first, Jon was confused, weren’t you guys going to your place? It made him nervous about what you two could be planning on doing when no one else was there, yet his fears seemed unfounded as Damian’s expensive black car soon rolled out. Oh! He was driving you! Now it all made sense in Jon’s mind! Jon didn’t have a car! …There really was no need when he could fly… But, of course, Damian couldn’t risk Jon showing his powers either by flying you or if he had to protect the two of you if you’d get mugged… which was almost a certainty in Gotham, if you were stupid enough to walk at night. Obviously! Why hadn’t Jon thought of that! …Well because that really hadn’t been on the top of Damian’s mind either when he refused to let the Kryptonian walk you home, but Jon didn’t even begin to suspect any other motive.

Following the car, Jon was able to learn where you lived and, oh boy… He wasn’t happy. You lived in an average Gotham university dorm, which was, to put it mildly…lacking. Jon considered it once, letting his baby blue eyes scan the building, and he already found no less than five fire hazards and was sure that if he blew a little too hard on it, all the windows would explode. How could Damian have let you live like this?! Jon sure as heck wouldn’t, at least not for long.

Jon knew that he couldn’t just kidnap you, or “Bring you home”, as he put it. That’d be unusually cruel, and he was lucid enough to realise that you didn’t know him well enough to just accept your destined love outright, but that was okay, he had waited his entire life for you, he could wait a little more. So, he drew up a plan on how to get you to love him. He would watch over you and occasionally strike when the time was right, bumping into you on the street, seeing you in the library etc. Even better, by watching over you he would be able to find out all the topics you were interested in and research them, it would be perfect, he surmised. You two would have so much to talk about!

You would officially meet for the second time one day when you were walking home from the supermarket, clutching a heavy plastic bag filled with the cheap food that most college students buy. You were in your own world, maybe you were listening to music or maybe you were just enjoying the rare Gotham sun, what exactly you were doing doesn’t really matter. Suddenly, the arm of a stranger was slung around your shoulders, dragging you closer to their body. You almost screamed, but then Jon announced his presence with a loud, “Hey! Haven’t seen you since we were at Damian’s!”... An effortless lie.

At first, his sudden appearance frightened you and with your last meeting going horrendously, you were on edge. Still, as Jon started to talk more it became hard for you to keep up your guard. He wasn’t smiling like a creep anymore, rather his face had become the epitome of friendliness, you had no idea what had changed. But Jon did… After your last meeting, Damian confronted Jon about his behaviour and while the blue-eyed man had ignored his friend for the most part, internally accusing him of just wanting to steal Jon’s soulmate for himself, he did catch on to one thing. “Your psycho smile creeped them out!”... So his smile had been the problem, Jon considered.

As the two of you walked together towards wherever you were headed, you started to warm up to the alien. His southern drawl was cute and quite honestly, his deep interest in you was a refreshing departure from Damian’s tendency to only speak of himself. When the two of you parted you almost wished he would’ve continued staying with you. Still, you held your reserve up, he had been super weird the last time you met…

While you were still sceptical of Jon, that scepticism slowly melted like an iceberg on a hot summer day, drop by drop, as the two of you began to bump into each other more and more. You never considered why Jon was in Gotham so much when he lived near Metropolis, (a fairly long journey to take daily), yet you did find it rather odd that your paths always crossed, even when you changed up your regular schedule. The thought of him following you never crossed your mind, that’s a ludicrous thing to accuse someone of, let alone think about just based on stumbling into a guy pretty often.

It didn’t take too long for Jon to win you over with his bright smile, deep interest in you and boyish charm. That was a good thing too because Jon had started to miss out on quite a few college classes of his own, to the point where Clark had noticed and sat him down to talk about it. Now, while many other parents…Most parents… would tell their child to kindly stop stalking their soulmate, Clark and ostensibly Lois were not, in fact, normal parents. Rather than discouraging their son’s creepy and downright illegal behaviour, they were understanding of his obsession with you, and even ecstatic that their son had finally found his soulmate. You were technically their soulmate-in-law, so maybe the two of them would develop an obsession as well, less so than Jon, of course, they were more focused on each other, but enough to let their son explain all your likes and dislikes down to the most minuscule of details and let him do what he needed to do, just to get you into their metaphorical and literal arms.

Jon would do everything to build up a friendship with you, likely keeping it a secret from Damian, and excusing his previously creepy behaviour as him just having an off day. Damian would be none the wiser of his devious plans, and even if you told the green-eyed man that you had met his friend many…many… times, it would rouse very little suspicion. Jon was Damian’s dearest friend, he trusted him with his life! He didn’t even suspect the darkness that Jon harboured for his soulmate.

Maybe as your friendship with Jon progressed, he’d invite you to stay at his family’s home for a few days, and meet his parents and grandparents, it’s a long travel for non-flying people, but he was more than happy to take it with you. You would probably be good enough friends with him at this point to not feel threatened as the two of you boarded the bullet train running between Gotham and the Metropolis area. Jon wasn’t planning on kidnapping you on this trip, no, this was meant to get you used to the place, to his family and the cows and chickens. Like a frog in a bowl of water with ever-increasing temperatures. “Slow and steady wins the race”, that’s what his grandfather, Johnathan Kent, his namesake, had told him many times as a kid and he took it to heart.

You would have had an absolutely lovely time at the Kents’ home, everyone, especially Jon and his parents, were borderline obsessed with making you feel welcome. Martha would bake your favourite treats, (probably write your name on them in icing, as well). Jonathan senior would tell you about all of Jon’s embarrassing moments as a child, especially relating to how he used to pretend-spar with the cows, only to fall in the hay…or manure, when he couldn't keep his balance. Lois and Clark were always excited to talk to you… about you. Talking to them felt like talking to a twin-headed Jon, sweet, energetic…yet as the days passed and they still managed to find new questions about the most niche of subjects pertaining to you, you started to feel like you were being interrogated for an autobiography. Jon, himself, would've probably taught you how to handle farm animals, and taken you to whatever local attractions there might've been.

Now, Jon had originally been surprised when you didn’t recognise his name the first time you met, even more so the many following times. He was concerned, scared even, that you might not be the right Y/N, but one day as he was stalking watching over you, he spotted his own name right at the end of your sweater sleeve, but you didn’t even pay attention to it… Not like him, not in the way he almost got goosebumps the moment his fingers grazed the tattoo-like letters of your name. Could it be…No! He refused to believe it! Were you one of those people who simply didn’t care for soul mates?! No! No! No! That couldn’t be! That was so unfair!

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Jon decided that you two had been away from each other for too long, that, really, the universe meant for you two to end up together sooner or later, and you were already on the later part. He refused to be without his other half any longer, especially if there was a threat that you’d find another.

Your stay at the Kents’ solidified Jon’s belief that you had to move in with him as fast as possible, preferably on the family farm, where it would be harder for you to get hurt… or escape. There is just one thorn in his side that he can’t account for, Damian.

Damian was tricky for Jon to account for. You were, as much as Jon dreaded it, also Damian’s friend, and the green-eyed man was known for being fiercely protective and loyal to all of his friends. Ready to lay down his head for them. He could take up a physical fight with Damian, sure, but as his father and Batman had proven time and time again, a little Kryptonium was all that it’d take for a Super to fall in a heap of aching limbs. No, he had to play it smart, problem was that no matter how hard Jon could stretch his intelligence, Damian would always be more intelligent than him. The only way to get you for himself would be to make Damian agree that you’d be better off with Jon than on your own…But how?

Well, Jon could only really come up with one answer to that question… By making you live in a constant state of danger… And if he had to put you in danger himself, so be it. His “master plan” was to reveal his hero identity to you, not just that, but further reveal your connection to Superboy. Now, that might sound like a stupid idea at first, but its simplicity yet effectiveness was brilliant. By revealing your connection to the vigilante world, you would basically be walking around with a target on your back. He would know! That was how his mother had lived ever since his father revealed his secret identity as Superman. Being a civilian openly affiliated with a hero was one of, if not the, most dangerous thing that could happen to someone. The only reason his mother could feel safe was that Clark rarely left her side, but if Jon wasn’t with you to protect you most of the time… you’d be in monumental danger.

So, he set his plan in motion. First, he invited both you and Damian to his home one weekend, stressing how “This is really important”. Both you and Damian showed up, concerned for Jon’s well-being and entirely blank on what might’ve been going on. “Maybe he’s coming out of the closet? Or he named two cows after us? Maybe his dog ran away? last time that happened we were thirty people out looking for it” Damian joked, a thing he only ever did when he felt the need to calm someone else down, you, in this case.

But no matter what you and Damian could’ve guessed Jon’s intentions to be, neither of you expected him to come floating down from his roof, fully dressed as Superboy, arms on either side of his hips as he landed close enough for the tip of his nose to touch yours briefly. “I’m Superboy”.

When Damian saw this theatrical and obviously pre-planned reveal, he did not only want to facepalm at the second-hand embarrassment he felt from it, but he also wanted to strangle Jon. Didn’t he know how dangerous revealing their secret identities could be?! Not just to them, but also to you! … Well, of course, he did, that was the whole point, but Damian couldn’t have known that.

The green-eyed man was seething, face red in a fiery rage, while you stood gelid. Jon was Superboy? No way… Right? But he did just fly down from his roof, so clearly he wasn’t lying. Your brain couldn’t quite compute what was happening, and Jon took this opportunity to stare Damian down, implying that he too should reveal his identity. The more of them you knew, the higher the danger. But if Damian asked for Jon’s intentions, he would claim a moral obligation to not lie-by-omission to his friends.

Damian did end up fessing up as well about his secret identity as Robin and you were thrown for yet another loop. You might’ve been the type to get angry that they didn’t tell you sooner, offended that they clearly didn’t trust you enough. Or you could be the type to ask questions, interested in their secret life. You could also be a sceptic, not so much doubting if they were telling the truth, Jon floating a head’s-width off the ground pretty much proved that part, but rather interrogating them on why they felt the need to tell you and why now.

Whichever reaction you had, you would be driven home that evening by Damian, in silence. He didn’t feel the need to explain why he wasn’t planning on revealing that he was Robin to you, rather, he was afraid of your safety being jeopardised if Jon wasn’t careful… Jon wasn’t planning to be.

It would be less than a week after that Jon sought you out as Superboy, maybe he tackled you into a hug while you were walking the streets, or he’d float into your university cafeteria with lunch, freshly made by Grandma Martha… Really, he was not subtle and Damian could’ve ripped his throat out the first time Jon pulled one of his stunts.

When Batman caught wind of Superboy being openly linked to a civilian, he first went to Clark, who shrugged Bruce’s criticism of Jon off. “So what! I’m open with my affections towards Lois as well!” Bruce would correctly point out that that’s why Lois was constantly getting kidnapped, tied up and having various other misdeeds done to her. Clark would tell Bruce to get off his case, but in true Bruce fashion, he’d refuse. “Y/n is in Gotham, that is my city. Whatever happens to them is my problem, either they move to the larger Metropolis area and become your responsibility or Superboy will have to stop his mindless chasing of them.”

Armed with Batman’s orders, Jon divulged to you that you’re no longer safe in Gotham and that Batman wanted you out. That was quite a verdict, even more so since you were not a native Gothamite. You might have felt inclined to cry or even just felt frustrated, but Jon was there with another offer, “Why don’t you move to Metropolis university! They have comparable programs and you can live with my family for free!”

… It’s not that you wanted to accept Jon’s offer, but what other choice did you have. You questioned Damian about his opinion and he agreed that it’d be safer for you in Metropolis, no matter how much it pained him to see you go. With your friend’s verdict, there really was no other option than moving. Bruce and Damian might’ve helped you transfer to Metropolis University, not only were they well respected in all academic circles, but they were also paying the costs, calling it a charity case, they might’ve even used it to write off some taxes.

With the finalisation of your moving process, Jon finally had you in his claws. That’s when he pulled out the fact that he was your soulmate. He practically shoved his arm in your face one morning, demanding that you love him. Tears were on full display, tumbling down his round cheeks when you didn’t immediately respond. “Why won’t you love me?! I’ve done so much for you!”... Ah yes! Emotional manipulation at its finest.

If you already knew that you were soulmates, but simply ignored it… Oh boy… Jon was livid! How dare you?! After all this time of him pinning and loving you! You just discarded his emotional need for your affection like it was a shite beneath your boot! How selfish could you be?! He only had one soulmate, why would you try to deprive him of the experience of true love! He would be delirious, and somehow manage to convince himself that you had in fact loved him all along, but been unsure if he’d love you back… yes! That had to be it! He’d toss you into his bedroom and lock the door, you weren’t getting out until you accepted his love… By “accepting his love”, he obviously meant, “agree to marry him”. Yeah, if you had just ignored you guys’ soulmate status, the rest of your life will be a living h*ll.

On the other hand, if you didn’t know or had been unsure whether or not it truly was him. He’d be understanding, that’s what happens! The most important thing was that you’re together now! You’d love him forever, right? That was all that ever mattered! It was your duty as soulmates, after all, to love and cherish the other one for years to come! If you don’t accept your love, may I refer you to the previous section, however, if you do accept it, he’d kiss you, deeply, and offer to fly you around Metropolis? Don’t worry if you’re afraid of heights, he’d hold onto you and never let go.

Whether you love him or not, it would be best to at least pretend to do so. Jon is sensitive and he doesn’t take well to rejection. His emotions are volatile and what might’ve earned you a plunging pouty face one day, might result in you getting locked in his room on another one. He’d get married as fast as possible, mostly to ensure that no one else would attempt to get with you… especially Damian. He’s jealous, and as soon as you’re both done with university, he’d beg you to stay at home at the farm and just wait until he gets home, you don’t even have to clean or cook, he’ll do that if you don’t want to, just stay home, that’s where you’re the safest, especially when Clark and Lois retire. Jon would love for you four to all live together, that way he’s extra sure that you’ll be safe.

So in conclusion… Jon as a yandere in a soulmate setting? Absolutely a health hazard. He’s horrifying, suffocating, delirious, clingy, emotional and worst of all: Absolutely. Bloody. Obsessed. He will never let you leave him, and if you’re willing and able to, he’ll make sure that you’ll have at least one biological kid, if not he’ll adopt one, with or without your permission. Just because he values family above all others. (In his mind, you were part of his family the second your name stapled its way up his arm). Clark and Lois would also aid in the absolute suffocation of obsessive love and almost worshipping of your very being which Jon participates in. Their love is like tar, you’ll slowly get dragged under and suffocated, no matter how much you try to get out. Their devotion, (and arms), stick to you like the viscous black droplets of tarmac, and you’ll have no escape. Not even Damian could drag you out once you’re submerged.

A/N: Yes, you can just ignore this, it's mostly for the user who sent in the request.

Thank you for this idea! I hope you like what I did with it! I'm SO sorry that it took so long to get out! But I've been dealing with a bunch of exams and important papers, (to all the IB students out there...IAs! Am I right?!)... No, but in all seriousness, I'm not dead nor did I quit writing, but I have my finals in less than 3 months, and I need to study, so I can't promise that my upload schedule will be particularly consistent or frequent in that period of time, but I'll be back up and running as soon as those bloody exams are over... Wish me luck! Anyways! I hope you like this!

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anothertimdrakestan · 3 years

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Why Me? (Jon Kent x Reader) Drabble

words: 700 (short one!)

req: so SO many people have been wanting some more jon love so I’ll put out a couple more jon things! hope all you anons enjoy i love y’all the most! This one specifically is from the anon requesting: “Jon feeling insecure that the reader doesn’t need him but they do and it’s all fluffy?”

“Am I clingy? Kon said I was clingy but I don’t really think I am?” Jon broke the silence, his frown deepening at you breaking out in giggles as your head rested in his lap. “Mhm maybe a little but I like it,” you grinned, pulling his lips onto yours as your smile matched his frown in the kiss. “I am not clingy! You have your own life completely outside of me!” he continued to pout, you shook your head, stretching your arms as you readjusted your position in his lap.

You continued, “It’s not like that kind of clingy, it’s the supportive clingy which I think is just caring, you’re always there for me, always listening- well super hearing duh, but yeah you’re always there for me. Why are you even bringing this up love?” as you finished your thought you noticed Jon blink in the way of trying to understand your words and how they applied to him- you’d known him long enough to read his body language like a book, and you could tell there was something deeper there. “I’m clingy too Jon, it’s fine, look- I’m practically laying on top of you and you don’t mind!” you cooed, lacing your hand with his and giving it a squeeze.

“I just don’t wanna be too much, but I also don’t want to not be enough,” his voice was so quiet you wondered if he was even saying it to you, but sprung on his sad tone, “Jon you could literally wrap yourself around my leg and make me drag you around and I wouldn’t get tired of you, pinky promise,” you took his pinky in yours, a small grin beginning to dance on his lips as you shook your pinkies together with a smile. “I dunno, don’t you ever think about how annoying I am? Like you do all these cool things and you’re talented and smart and spontaneous, sometimes it feels like the only thing I’m good at is moving hay bales.” Jon huffed, his reply absolutely shocking you while you jolted up out of his lap, twisting so that you were facing him head on.

“You’re literally kidding right? The Superboy did not just tell me he thinks I’m cooler than him,” you waited for that familiar, shy smile to surface before continuing, “on a real note, on the realest note their is, you are always enough Jon, as Superboy, as an expert hay bale pusher, and as my best friend and my love, you do know that right? Not a day goes by where I’ve had any doubts about you. You’re like the complete opposite of a doubt. If I had to name the one thing I got right it was getting you. Okay?” You had placed your hand on his cheek, drawing his eyes to yours, noticing how glassy the cerulean blue was.

“Promise?,” his voice was shaky, but warm, so so warm like it always was. He might get powered by the sun in the sky but the gentle hero in front of you was the absolute light of your life. You felt yourself melting under his soft gaze. His pinky held up with a small, lopsided smile dancing on his lips. “One hundred times over, promise promise promise,” you gave him a reassuring smile before letting him pull you into a hug.

“Y’know I’m not a mind reader so it’s kinda nice to hear you say it, I don’t think I realized it,” his voice was a muffled whisper, warm breath tickling your neck, making you squeeze him with your own super-human strength. “And I need to remember that, I love you bubs,” you knew more could be said, but it felt good to leave it there and just live in the moment, soaking in every second you could together.

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jinkies-its-a-writer · 6 years

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What I Wouldn’t Do || Clark Kent

Pairing: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader

Word Count: 2,868

Warnings: Multiple mentions of character death, some possibly upsetting themes on those lines.

Prompt: Based on parts of Superman Returns the movie, and Super Sons the comic.

Listen While You Read: What I Wouldn’t Do

Superman was back.

Nowadays news spread fast. But news of Superman? It spread like a wildfire through a forest suffering from a five-year drought. Which wasn’t that far from the truth.

The entire world was ecstatic. Bubbling with rumors about where he had disappeared to, and why. So of course, as a reporter, guess what you were expected to cover. And lucky you, look who had resurfaced just in the nick of time to be your little desk buddy again.

Clark Freakin Kent

Fan Freakin Tastic

Of course, you already knew his dirty little secrets; but he didn’t know yours. Not yet. But man were you going to give him an earful once you could just get him alone. There was no need to rush anything. The man had made you wait.

Five Freakin Years

The least you could do was wait five more minutes.

He sauntered into the office like he had never left. Like everything had been peachy when he walked away. Like everything was still supposed to be alright.

Co-workers passed by, slapping him on the back. Like it was just normal for someone to disappear for five years. Like it was okay.

It wasn’t okay. Not for you. Maybe it was a good thing for the public though. Superman back to save the day again. Great. When you were starting to move on. To believe he wasn’t coming back. He had to ruin it. And he had no idea.

“Hey, (y/n-“

A silent breeze brushed past him, and he was left staring at your empty chair. If you opened your mouth, you doubted you would be able to control what came out of it. You were afraid you might forgive him.

He was flying low. Still mourning.

You pulled out your cell, your thumb hovering over the send button.

We need to talk. You know where to find me.

You were in the kitchen of your apartment, fixing up an extra plate for the man with the cape. Was inviting him over the right thing to do? He had been in a funk for the past week, and it was getting harder by the minute to ignore him. He needed someone who understood just how deep his pain ran. He needed you. And maybe you needed him a little too.

The intercom buzzed and you let him in the building. You put the finishing touches on the meal, setting the table and placing the dirty cooking utensils in the sink.

A sturdy and customary three knocks sounded on the door.

“Jon, sweetie, can you get the door?” You grabbed a washcloth and began to wipe off the counter, erasing all evidence of your labor.

“Hi!” Your son greeted the man with his usual grin.

Clark’s eyes widened. “Uh, hello. I’m sorry, I must have the wro-“

“Nope, come on in, Clark!” You shouted from inside the apartment. As he entered, you walked around the island and watched the two interact.

“So. Who might you be?” He bent down to the boy’s height, sticking his hand out in greeting.

“I’m Jon.” His small hand grasped Clark’s large one, and the older gave it a firm shake, returning his smile.

“Well, Jon, I’m an old friend of your…” His eyes darted to you.

“Mom’s.” You replied, arms crossed.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, your… mom… and I go way back.”

He rose, letting his eyes wander around your apartment. The lower levels of your bookshelf now filled with children’s books, bins of toys tucked in corners and under tables, the fridge an art gallery of finger paintings, popsicle sticks, and alphabet magnets. Pictures of the two of you cluttered tabletops, cartoons flashed on the T.V., light up sneakers sat next to your work shoes by the door, a handmade superhero cape hung on the coat tree, a coloring book and crayons lay scattered on the coffee table. Much different than the last time he had been here.

“Would you show Mr. Clark to his seat?” You ruffled his hair as he looked up at you.

“Yes, mama.” He bounced on his toes, grabbing Clark’s hand and dragging him to the table.

“We’re having mac and cheese!” He jumped into his own chair and waited patiently for you and your guest to get seated.

“So why’s it… blue?” Kent poked at the cheesy blue pasta in front of him.

“It’s blue food Friday, of course.” You locked eyes with him as you took a swig from your cup, an unreadable expression covering his features.

Your dinner conversation varied, the main topic of interest seeming to always make its way back to the man of steel himself. Clark seemed to relax a little though, as did your son, starting to get to that sleepy stage that came before drifting off.

“Alright, little man. Time to get ready for bed.” You stood up, straightening out your clothes.

“Mama, I’m not…” He yawned, rubbing his eyes with his fists. “…tired.”

“Nice try. Come on, let’s go brush those pearly whites.”

“Okay...”

After getting him settled, you returned to find your kitchen spotless, Clark placing the last dish in the cupboard.

“Thank you.” You took a seat at the island.

“You’re welcome…” He sat down beside you, his expression more serious now that the two of you were alone. “I didn’t know you had a child.”

You looked down at your socks, studying the threads.

“There’s a lot of things you…” You sighed closing your eyes for a few seconds before continuing. “…I… I didn’t… Lois did.” Those words hurt. It felt like someone was twisting a knife in your gut. The gnawing and tearing in your stomach as the words tore out of you. “He’s yours, Clark.”

The two of you sat in silence, tears threatening to slip down your cheeks. And then they did. Pouring, spilling into your lap. Dampening the fabric of your pants. Your soft gasps for air. Your back heaving.

“I miss her,” you lifted your eyes to meet his, tears trailing down his face. “Clark, I miss her... I miss her so much…”

He placed his hand tenderly on your arm, and you rushed into him. The two of you slid to the floor, desperately clinging to one another as your bodies shook. Through the pain, both of you understood each other.

“There was nothing… nothing you could have done.” Feeling him tense at your words, you pulled away, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Yes, there was, if I just-“ His tears were full of anger now. Anger aimed at himself.

“No. No there wasn’t.” Your voice lowered nearly to a whisper. “Sometimes we lose people… Sometimes we have to keep going without them… I had to keep going without either of you. But you have me, Clark. Don’t go through this alone like I did.” You reached your hand you, squeezing his shoulder lightly. “I’m here.”

“Mama?”

Your son stood a couple of feet away, his Superman onesie still a little big around his feet. His stuffed duck hung limply from his left hand.

“Why are you sad?”

“Come here, baby.” You opened your arms and he shuffled over, melting into your lap. You held onto him tightly, burying your face in his coconut-scented hair. “We were thinking about your other mommy.”

“And that makes you sad?” You ran your fingers through his locks as you tended to do whenever you cuddled.

“Sometimes when you think about something happy, like mommy Lois, it makes you sad.”

“Why?”

“It makes you sad because you miss them being happy with you.”

“Oh.” He twirled his fingers in your hair, a habit he picked up from you.

“But sometimes it makes you happy too.”

“Can you be happy? I don’t like when you’re sad.”

You let out a laugh, giving him a squeeze.

“I’ll try, baby.”

“Okay.” He continued swirling your hair through his fingers. “Is Mister Clark sad about mommy too?”

Clark tried for a faint smile. “I was friends with your mommy a long time ago.”

“Really?” He sat up straighter in your lap, facing the older man.

“Yep.” His smile stretched a little wider, almost reaching his eyes.

“Tell me a story about her!” Excitement flowed through him. There were only so many stories you could tell him about her yourself.

“Manners, Jon.”

“Please?” He was practically bouncing, even though less than a minute ago he was almost asleep.

Clark met your eyes. “I guess if that’s alright with your mom.”

You smiled. “Only if someone can get himself into bed before I can count to five.” You removed your arms from around your little superhero. “One…”

He jumped up so quickly that he left his duck behind, lying on the floor.

“Here, don’t want to forget Chicken.” You held the stuffed toy out in Clark’s direction.

“Chicken? I hate to tell you, but that’s a duck.” He took the toy in his grasp, studying it thoroughly.

“Yes, a duck named Chicken.”

He gave you a quizzical look.

“Don’t look at me. He is your son after all.” You turned, heading towards the living room. “And don’t make it too long. He won’t fall asleep until you’re finished.”

Clark sat beside Jon’s bed. The boy had asked him to stay until he fell asleep. His son. Of course, it wasn’t like he hadn’t ever entertained the idea of having children of his own someday. If he had children he wanted to be a good parent like his had been. A good father. And so far he had missed five years of his son’s life. His and Lois’s son. It was still so hard excepting the fact that she was gone. Not gone like he had been. Gone forever. How had he let this happen?

The boy beside his rolled over in his sleep. “Goodnight, Superman.”

Clark lowered his voice to a whisper. “Goodnight, son.”

He rose, heading out to the kitchen to find you scooping up a couple bowls of ice cream.

“How…?” He stared at you dumbfounded.

“How, what? How did I figure it out? How long have I known? How did you think that a pair of glasses would protect your secret identity?” You swung the ice cream scoop around as you spoke.

“He called me Superman… Did you…?”

“Did I tell my five-year-old son that his father is Superman? The guy that hasn’t even been on the planet for his entire life? Are you kidding me? He idolizes you, of course, someone who looks exactly like Superman – because you are – would probably process in his half-asleep mind as his hero.”

He looked a little disappointed with your words. “Oh.”

You slid him a bowl and headed towards your couch.

“I am curious to hear the answers to those other questions though.” He joined you on the couch, taking a bite of the cold desert.

“Clark, you sat across from me for years. I spent the majority of my day staring at your face. It only took me like a week to figure you out. But it didn’t really matter, did it?” You stirred the contents of your dish slowly.

“What do you mean?”

“Nevermind. Sorry, I don’t mean to make this a pity party for myself. Just forget it.”

“No, please, tell me what you were going to say.”

You sighed, dropping your spoon, the metal clinking against the glass of the dish. “Lois and I were best friends. We both joined the Daily Planet around the same time, worked together, helped each other out, hung out in our free time. Neither of us had many other friends besides each other. You know all that, but here’s the part you obviously never figured out. One day this new guy shows up, same time as Superman mind you, and the office goes into a superhero frenzy. Lois and I get drawn in different directions at work, and all her free time is spent trying to figure out this Superman guy. So I keep working on my assignments, doing my job, going home and keeping myself busy. Now this Clark guy he gets put across from me, and we chat constantly, and I realize I’m starting to fall for this sweet, dorky guy who listens to me and cares for other people more than himself. He’s always devoting his time to helping his coworkers and never says a mean word to anyone. And then I realize whenever he vanishes Superman appears. I tried to brush it off as a coincidence. At the same time, Lois becomes the token reporter for everything Superman all those inside scoops and whatnot. But wait, it’s not just a one-way street. The way Clark looks at her, the way he’d drop what he was doing whenever she asked him to. So I bury my feelings. The two people I’m closest to are in love with each other. I want them to be happy so I back out. Focus on my work. Then Clark says he’s going on some trip – how nobody ever saw through those lies I’ll never know – and suddenly Superman’s gone. A couple of months later Lois tells me she’s pregnant. I know who’s it is, she doesn’t have to say anything. But she doesn’t know everything that I do, so I tell her. Months later Jonathan Samuel Kent is born. About a month after that Lois wants to take a breather and grab some stuff from work, I offer to pick it up for her, but she says she just needs to have a little while to herself. A couple of hours later an officer shows up at my door. Lois had listed me as Jon’s legal guardian if anything ever happened to her. I never thought that anything would actually happen. Suddenly my best friend is gone and she leaves me in charge of her child. The most precious thing in her life. And he’s only a month old. So now those two people closest to me are both gone and I’m left with a little of each of them brought together in this tiny baby. Eventually, the adoption papers go through. And I did it. I’m doing it. The best I can. And now a week ago his father shows back up. No clue how things have changed. And now he’s back but he’s broken without her. And it’s just... The whole thing is a mess, Clark.”

You picked up a spoonful of ice cream and shoved it in your mouth.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n).” He stared directly into your eyes, his mind still processing everything you had said. “I should have been here. You shouldn’t have had to go through all of this on your own. Nobody should have to go through so much on their own.”

“I want Jon to get to know his father. I want him to know you are. Who you really are.” You resumed stirring your dessert. “But I have to know you’re going to stick around. That you’re not going to disappear again. You’ve got to prove to me that you want to get to know your son, Clark.”

“I do. I want to get to know him. I haven’t wanted something so much in my entire life.” His face was taught with determination. “I’m not missing any more of his life. I’ve missed so much already.”

“Good talk, but now you’ve gotta back it up. Family game night’s Sunday at six.”

“Alright…” The corners of his mouth turned up slightly before falling again. “And I’m sorry… I … I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything. It was a silly little crush, and I got over it. Besides, it was a long time ago.”

“But still, I hurt you. That’s what I’m sorry for.”

“Yeah, big deal, you hurt my feelings by what? Falling in love?”

“With your best friend.”

“Yes, and she loved you.”

“I was happy for you guys, Clark. Yeah, maybe it hurt a little, but you two were so perfect for each other. I was just happy that you were both happy.”

“And then I left. I’m the one who messed things up.”

“It’s only human to make mistakes. And look at the bright side, you’re back now. You can make up for lost time. It’s far from too late for that.” You stood up to take your bowl out to the sink, done discussing old feelings with him. Old feelings that were resurfacing the longer you were around him. You couldn’t do that to Lois or to Clark. To fall for him again.

Clark followed you out to the kitchen, not really giving you the space you wanted to get your feelings under control.

“I should get going. Thank you for the talk, and the dinner… You’ve done such a good job raising Jon… I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Just don’t be a stranger, okay?”

He nodded. “Does this mean you’ll stop ignoring me at work then?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’ll take it.”

The two of you made your way over to the front door.

“Goodbye, (y/n).”

“Goodbye, Clark. Fly safe.” You smirked, watching the extraterrestrial walk away.

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tomatosamla · 3 years

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Starlight [One-Shot]

Request: nope

Romantic or Frienship: kinda like both, idk. More like you love him but he doesn’t love you.

Warnings: is it called unrequired love? I don’t really know. Plus violence (someone gets shot).

Plot: how you met, discovered the secret identity, fell in love, and cut contact with Jonathan Samuel Kent, plus background Damijon. Plus swear words.

Word count: 1024 ;D

A/N: I’m angsty as you can tell by my latest fics. This is the first time in my life I have done a x reader thing, like ever, so like... have patience with me. Plus, I was more experimenting than actually writing a fic, so if this is shit it’s because of that.

A/N2: I put a few of my own Prompts from my Promt list I have for myself, I will put them like this in the fic. Anyways Enyoy!

You had been a friend of Jon’s for quite some time by now, you had also been in love with him for… about the same amount of time. Yeah… this was pathetic, he was a superhero for crying out loud and you were a nobody, another student at Metropolis University. Well… that wasn’t exactly true, you had met when you were 12 years old so like… you were not a nobody.

You had befriended him and Damian by accident I suppose, as was said before you were still in 7th grade when you guys met. You met at the local library (because books), both Damian and Jon were investigating for a case, you had seen them before, but it was the first time any of you talked, and it was Damian that started the not so nice conversation, he was looking for the exact same book you were holding- and because you are a nice and socially awkward preteen who didn’t want any trouble with the Wayne’s- you gave it to him, Jonathan then came to apologize for his friend’s behavior, you talked for a little bit before they had to go, and the rest is history.

How did you discover that he was a superhero? Well, it was mostly because you were in a hostage situation (great weekend to visit Gotham with your business people parents, i’ma right?) and the Supersons came to help, the Bats apparently were busy with stopping the supervillain so… yeah; a little girl, about 5 years old (by this time you were already 16 years old), had a gun pointed at her head while Robin and Superboy were trying to negotiate with the goons, why they didn’t do anything sooner you would never know. The girl was crying trying to not make a sound, then the negotiation got heated and the goon was about to really shoot the girl, and because “stupid is my middle name” you launched yourself at the goon and you were successful in separating them, unlucky for you the guy was quiker than anyone could have anticipated and he shot you in the leg, which was fine, you didn’t loose that much blood, it hurt like hell but whatever and you got to play hero for one day, but of course everyone began panicking and more bullets were shot, luckily just around 2 other people got shot but nothing fatal, and while Robin was talking to the authorities, Superboy came rushing only to your side. You couldn’t understand why he was panicking until you really looked into his eyes, you would know those eyes anywhere (to be fair with you, you hadn’t had a good look of his eyes before, and you basically didn’t care before this about finding the identities of your local heroes). So… yeah… that happened.

2 years later, both of them knew you knew their secret identities, a year after that you were distancing yourself from Jonathan, because you were in love with him and he was in a relationship with Damian, which by the way you were so happy for them, really, fucking finally… hehe… but anyways, you still had heart, and you still had feelings for him so it hurt… bad. So back at my original idea, you were distancing from Jon, and he noticed that, how you would not talk to him unless it was completely necessary, how you would ignore him or evade him when everyone would go out together, so he made you talk to him.

“Y/N, may I talk to you for a second?”

“Ummm… I have some things to do, can we talk later?” You said as you stepped back.

“No, I need to talk to you right now.”

-Sigh- “Fine… let’s talk. What do you want to talk about?”

“Why have you been ignoring me?”

Cue nervous wreck “We’re starting with the big questions huh? Ummm… Iiiii dooon’t-”

“Please, did I do something wrong?”

“No! Of course not! You did nothing wrong is just that…”

“That…?”

-Sigh- “I… fell in love with you”

Jon was shook, what? how? when? huh?

“I have been for a really long time and… look… I tried not to really, I tried to get over them but the feelings never left, I just didn’t let them out because everything would get messed up, I know you love Damian, and I’m happy for you… I really really am, when you told me you two were together I was like Yes! Finally!, you know? but…”

“Y/N… I…”

“You don’t have to say anything, I understand that you don’t love me back, and it hurts, badly, so… so badly. And I can’t be just your friend anymore… and if it means we’ll be nothing at all after this then… then that’s how it has to be, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, but I did… and now… we have to say goodbye.”

“But we can still be friends… right?”

“I’m sorry… if you ever need me, I’ll be there, to investigate for a case, to cry because Damian was being too much like a Damian… to anything, I’ll be there, but not as close as before, I hope you’re happy… Superboy”

A little smile formed in his face, he was going to miss talking to her everyday, but if she thought this was necessary, then he wouldn’t object.

“I hope you’re happy too, starlight”

And with that the separate paths took place, Jonathan and you talked sometimes, mostly about cases the guys had, and you (being the daughter of who you were daughter of) knew much more first hand information about those topics than them, you basically became kinda like an Oracle to them (the called you Starlight, firstly because that is what Jon called you since you were kids [don’t ask], and secondly because you had information of anything and everything at all times, but mostly at night).

In the end you found your own prince/princess charming (who was a superhero or not, idk) and you were maid of honor in their wedding, you couldn’t be happier, it was a nice life after all.

#x reader #jon kent x reader #damijon #jondami #background that is #unrequired love #I have such a crackhead energy today #angst #jon kent #jonathan kent #english grammar?#what's that?#can you eat it?

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 4 years

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"This may be cheesy, but you are grate." (Jon Kent x reader)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WsUni7

by Queen_Of_The_Lions

Damian was not angry or disappointed, he was absolutely pissed and if he still was an assassin, his best friend would be lying somewhere unknown, gone for good.

Damian calls himself a 'calm' person, but everybody who know him, know that is a big lie.

First, he didn't believe it would last longer than a week or maybe ever few days, but soon he realized he was very, very wrong.

Words: 2264, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), DC Animated Universe (Timmverse)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jonathan Samuel Kent, Batman, Superman, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Reader, Garfield Logan, Blue Beetle (DCU), Koriand'r (DCU), Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Tim Drake

Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Reader, Clark Kent/Lois Lane

Additional Tags: Fluff, Dorks in Love, Adorable, Love Confessions, Falling In Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WsUni7

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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ao3feed-timdrake · 6 years

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DC x Poc!Reader one shots

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kfV3XH

by mastashcastash

This is a one shot series for my fellow poc fanfiction lovers who don't get that much attention, this is all things DC so feel free to request characters and scenarios, headcannons, anything your little heart desires!!!

Words: 2126, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: DC - Fandom, Superman - All Media Types, Gotham (TV), Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Other Teen Titans

Relationships: Conner Kent/Reader, Tim Drake/Reader, Dick Grayson/Reader, Jon Kent/Reader, Jason Todd/Reader, Clark Kent/Reader

Additional Tags: one shots, POC Reader, Send in requests pls I have no life

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kfV3XH

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #DC #DC comics #Tim Drake #Batman #teen titans #young justice

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lets-hide-a-body · 2 years

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"The latex suites you...A

little bit to much...

(Jon Kent x fem! Reader)

! SMUT ! + pt. 2 from my other post

Part I

☆꧁꧂☆

They shouldn't have done that. Both of them knew that. But they still did it. They ran away together. They ran away from her four murderistic brothers.

Neither Tim, Dick, Jason, nor Damien like that their sister is together, all ALONE with her alien hybrid boyfriend. Plus as a minus they are teenagers, well one was already hitting the age of 18, while the other is not far behind.

Two teenagers alone together is never a good thing and all four brothers agree. But (Y/n) and Jon disagree.

Right now they are sitting in Clark's and Lois's apartment in Metropolis playing Scrabble and talking about life. Both of them agree that they are f**ked because they escaped the entire Bat-family.

(Y/n) sigh as she cracks her neck waiting for Jon to finish his word.

"Like I don't understand them... What's so wrong with you and me being together?" (Y/n) says as she watches through the window, hoping neither of those idiots remember about this apartment. Jon raises his shoulders.

"I don't understand that either... I think it's because of all the alien, hybrid, man of steel thingy. Like the only thing that can hurt me is a glowing rock in different colours and even after that I can be a definition of destruction." he says as he sighs. She looks at him and smiles.

" If I ever see you becoming the name of destruction I will cry badly, but I know I won't need to because I know that a person like you has only one thing in their heart... Love Jon. The only thing you have inside there is love. And it doesn't matter what happens you will always remember that and you will always appreciate that. " he smiles at her words.

To be fair, he never thought to fall in love with a human. Not because he sees them as weak or anything, but because he is scared that he can't always guarantee (Y/n) 's safety and that scares him. Maybe one day he would need to go on a space trip and in that time some evil dude kills her or plenty worse things he doesn't even want to think about.

(Y/n) stands up, shaking the dust off her trousers. Her midnight hunger hit her like a truck and by the looks of it, Jon wasn't far behind. Walking to the fridge, she opens the door, her expression of happiness fading the moment she sees two apples in the fridge.

"Joooooon, do your parents have a storage space somewhere, or are there only two apples for us to eat?" She asks as she turns around watching as he slowly made his way to the kitchen, floating an inch from the ground.

"To be fair I wouldn't know... Myb they leave just some food if me or Connot came into the apartment in the middle of the night, but I think someone outrun us." (Y/n) nodes her head, smiling softly

"Well, I see that now... But I think there is a store down the road. I can grab one of your mom's coats and --"

"I will go. You stay here and watch the apartment." He says as he flies to her, putting his hands on her hips, slowly lifting her off the ground. She frowns, annoyed she couldn't go with him or alone, but she knows he was right. You never know what can happen to a girl or a woman at night. City at night is a city at night, and a girl alone is a girl alone, no matter the age.

Jon smiles when he sees (Y/n) frown in agreement.

"It's for your safety and of course the safety of others." he whispers out, putting his forehead on hers, loving the feeling of her skin. She smiles, giving out a small giggle.

"Fine Jonny boy... Just make sure nobody kidnaps you or kicks you in the nuts." (Y/n) says as she puts his face in her hands, slowly kissing his puffy red lips.

Jon is happy. Like a golden retriever happy. If he had a tail, it would be wiggling left and right. Well, he knows he has a tail just that one doesn't wiggle on its own. It more stands on its own.

"Well, I will be back in half an hour, maybe less." He says as he gives her one last kiss before rushing in all mighty hunger through the door.

(Y/n) smiles to herself, walking back to the so-called living room. She has been to this apartment a few times, but never took an extreme look at the surroundings. It is coloured with pictures from the Kent family. They are set at the angel the visitor's eyes always capture their beauty. She loves the looks on their faces, and always imagined the same type of warmth in the Wayne Family. She loves her family, she did, but something about the Kent family makes her shed a tear every time she thinks of them. The way both Connor and Jon are one of the most gentle and supportive people she has met in her entire life. Or the way Lois cooking could be smelled from the yellowish fields. Or the way Clark looked out for his kids no matter what. Or the family night the whole family has, or the endless love you see from the couple's Waltz. Everything about them is something (Y/n) always loved and wanted.

But no matter what, the apartment isn't as warm as she thought in the first place. Shaking her body from the cold she slowly walks to Jon's room, opening the door as gently as possible. She likes his room. Some may say it's still childish looking, but she loves it. It has a bit of that and that. It's just perfect in all ways. Smiling, she walks to the closet and opens it. For a boy, it was organized pretty well. Here and there he could change some things, but other than that the closet was very neat.

Sighing she looks through the closet. She was aiming at the red hoodie at the end of the row, but the thing that caught her eye was the red-blue suit made out of latex. The Superboy suit. Well... One of them, after all, cannot be the original.

Carefully she takes it out and looks at it closely. The S in the middle was beautiful, making her look at it every time. The colour and the structure of the suit matched perfectly. It gave her Jon's vibes and she is crazy about it. She always liked it. Never confessed it, but she always liked it. It is that iconic logo and iconic colors that made you smile in joy when you see it.

"What if I tried it?" she says quietly to herself. She remembers that this is the latex Superman said it scratched to match the person's body. If that theory is correct, it would me slim-thigh on the body? She shrugs it off as she gets herself undressed, leaving only her bra and her panties on. Slowly she gets it on. The latex was sticky, it glued to her body in no time. She puts on the pants and the moment they were on, her curves were seen. Never has she seen her curves in this beautiful form like now. Next is the upper part. Getting it on wasn't the hard part, but staring at her body at the end was. It is so beautiful. She watches herself in the mirror, admiring the body she was born with. She could call herself the Beauty.

"Not gonna lie, but this thing is remarkably good." She says as she admires her butt in the mirror.

"Could have said the same thing..." (Y/n) jumps more than ever. In the doorway it was Jon, staring at her. Well more looking at her. His eyes are slow and steady, looking at her every detail.

He shouldn't be looking at her like he is looking right now. His parents thought him not to think like that, but the way she is wearing his suit is making him incredibly insane. Her body makes him go insane every damm time. He shouldn't... No, he shouldn't... Connor did tell him about the puberty things and the hormone things Kryptonians needed to go through. Like a great urge to just bang. And bang hard.

"I didn't know you were already back. I will take this off.."

"No! You can keep it..." If she decides to change, there is a high chance he would not turn around as a gentleman would. His eyes didn't stop. They crawled around her body, watching it, bitting in her every detail. He did not exactly know what was happening. His breathing became faster and more furious every minute. He begins to sweat a lot and his mind is becoming crazier every minute. He had a similar experience with "that" and he kinda just jerked it off and it was gone. But now he knows it is not just as easy as jerking it off and leaving it behind. Right now it is real and he is extremely crazy and cable of everything.

"Jon? Are you okay?" (Y/n) says as she slowly walks toward Jon. The boy nodes up and down left and right, giving her the most unusual and confusing answer she ever got from him. She gets to him, standing in front of him, him flinching as if he didn't want to be touched. That was the moment she figured it out. She looks at him. His eyes are slow, their center is everything, and they want to be everywhere at the same time. She sees him licking up lips, as his eyes are dancing over her body, the lustful and predator look on his face, making (Y/n) shiver and making her feel extremely small.

She didn't confess to anyone, but she has read books about Kryptonians and she extremely liked puberty and sexual activities. It is different from humans and twice as interesting. She especially liked the male or teenage boys part. All males could be dominant or submissive, it just depends on their partner. If the partner is a side person, you could find both versions of them, but the first time they have sex with the partner they think it's the one, they won't hold back. They became hella dominant. Not so dominant to hurt you, but dominant enough to show you who you belong to, to make you shiver whenever you remember that night. And they make sure to put as much attention to your body and the marks left on it. And Jon is hella ready for that stage. (Y/n) doesn't know what's completely on his mind, but she knows it's not something she would call a quiet afternoon dinner. He is patient, waiting for her approval, but through his eyes, she can see the way he is ready to break and shatter the bed in the corner, ready to make her scream for the next couple of hours. He just needed approval and he knew she knew that. (Y/n) smirks. He is like a puppy, listening, watching, following, and being naughty all in one. She slowly puts her finger on the center of his collarbone and slides gently over his skin, making his breathing faster, slowly sliding up up up until she gets to his lips, making him give out a small moan.

"The things you make me want to do to you.." He says as he watches her every moment, moaning in pain as he thinks of everything. She smirks, stepping on her toes she gets her mouth closer to his ear, making Jon hornier and hornier.

"Then why don't you?" She says as she slowly kisses his earlobe, making Jon moan, rolling his eyes back. He grabs her by the hips, pushing her to his body. At that moment she felt it. Jon is in pleasurable pain, his member painly big. He holds her hips, slightly rubbing them on it. It makes him moan and she can swear she feels some kind of a liquid down there. She knows what he needs. He needs approval and until she doesn't say it, he is going just painfully holding her, rubbing again her, and slowly almost dying on the inside.

She watches Jon, sweat, and moan, holding her in places that he wanted. It was fascinating. The Kryptonians are very respectable and cultural people. The great majority of them respect and love their partners and wouldn't do anything that could hurt them. Well... Except for the first sexual experience they have with the one. She knows what he wants to do. Making her in every spot, putting it inside of her, making her moan for hours and hours. Well, they have the stamina for the whole night, and for a human body that's a big ride.

"Please (Y/n)... Pleasee... Say it... I can't." He says as he puts his head into her neck, rubbing at her more efficiently. She moans from the tension, putting her hands on his toned chest.

"Jon I-" The moan cut her speech as she slowly started to rub herself against him. Helping him. Her hand found its way into his hair, pulling it as he moans, gently biting on her fresh skin, his hot breath and that little bit of pain are making her melt in his arms.

"Say it... Pleasse... Say. It.." She moans fro. The tension. She wants to be fucked. She wants to feel him on her body. His sweat and hot breath danced on her gentle innocent body. She wants him to feel her every single curve, her every single part of the skin. She wants him to mark her, to make her his. She wants him to fuck her, yet gently but at the same time make her scream his name. She wants him to claim her and have her as his. She needs him. She needs him and that was not a lie. Her body needs him. Desperate for his kisses, for his love, for his administration, and his fuck. She needs him. She needs him now.

"Jon... I want you to fuck me..." He moans at that, bitting his teeth in her neck. She moans as she feels his body getting more and more and more exciting and ready for what was about to become reality.

"I want you to fuck me, give attention to me. I want to feel you everywhere on my body, I want you to make me scream your name. I want you to make me yours, make me feel like you want me to feel. I need you, Jonathan. Please.." That made his film pop. He kisses her on the lips, his hands at the back of his super suit. He tears it apart making (Y/n) jump a little, but moaning in the kiss. Her hands travel to the bottom of his shirt. Grabbing the edge she lifts it off of his body, Jon gladly excepting that. He kisses her back his hands quickly traveling to his trousers as he unbuckled his belt, making (Y/n) shiver as she hears the sound of metal, making her moan and excited twice as more.

Jon grabs her face as he pushed her back, making her trip to the end of the bed, but of course, catching her and getting her gently as possible on the bed. His hand once again travels to his trousers, this time fighting the zipper, as his face is held by (Y/n) and her hands. They stop for a moment, allowing Jon to unzip his pants, making (Y/n) shiver even more. She heard from her friends and brothers that the belt and the zipper made women shiver, some in fear of unknowing, while the others in complete pleasure. She never believed in that. Like how can a sound make you shiver, but right now she was feeling the same thing. Jon stops kissing her as he looks into her eyes and of course gets his pants down his legs. Now both of the teenagers were undressed to their underwear. And by the looks of it, both of them liked what they saw. Jon looks at her body, giving gentle-attention kisses of appreciation. (Y/n) loves it and Jon quite gladly knows it. He kisses every part. From her gentle baby skin to the parts with small scars. He left blessed with a girl like her, and he needed to take care of her. He needed to be gentle. (Y/n) moaned at each kiss he gave her, each attention grabber he gave her. She is in heaven and he knows it. His kisses started going back to her lips but stopped at her beautiful breasts. He grabs her by her back, lifting both into a sitting position. (Y/n) 's hands find their way to his back as she sits on his lap, feeling everything that's happening.

"I'm just going to unclip your bra, okay? Tell me if you don't want it, like tell me if you -" She kisses him. No matter the hormones or the fantasy his body has inside, he was still Superboy, the son of Lois Lane and Clark Kent, and by no way is he going to risk her being uncomfortable or getting hurt. No matter what his body wants. And she appreciates that. He is after all a gentle boy, with a loving heart.

"Jon, don't worry... I will tell you when I won't like something, but I think being without a bra is the last one." She says as she smiles at him, him slowly nodding his head, his eyes shining in love and affection. He kisses her, pulling her closer to him, his hands finding her back and slowly unclipping her bra. The moment the clip was released, (Y/n) felt some kind of freedom. Jon pulls away her bra, throwing it aside, the curves and the size of her breasts made him speechless.

"Don't just stear, do something." She giggles. Jon looks at her before he started putting gentle kisses on them. (Y/n) loves it, it is how she read about it. It made her feel special and in a beautiful place. Jon's kisses are gentle and steady, taking time and care for each of them. Connor told him, he should go steady, especially if it's his first time doing it. He told him, that the point is not doing it as fast as he can, but as gentle as possible, with as much attention he can give. He even told him, he should take care of his partner, regardless the gender. Both partners should be respected and able to feel what the other feels. And right now (Y/n) is feeling just that.

"You are so beautiful. Everything about you is just perfect, filled with beauty." Jon says as he kisses one of her breasts, while the other is massaged. She moans with the agreement. Jon kisses her, slightly sucking making (Y/n) moan slightly louder, throwing her head left and right. He slightly bit her skin, making her jump in shock. He smiles in the kiss as he picks another spot, yet again doing the same thing, leaving a bluish-red bruise of love. (Y/n) loves it and he knows that. After he finishes one, his mouth dances across her collarbone and neck, of course once again leaving the same marks he is giving. She loves the feeling he is giving her now.

She grabs his face, making both of them look into each other's eyes. They didn't say a word, but both of them know what they have in mind. She roughly kisses him, as Jon pushes her onto the bed, landing on top of her. Jon's hands travel to her abdomen, lower and lower. His fingers slowly move at that stop, making (Y/n) moan and gasp every time he hit the right spot. It was almost like fireworks for her. The feeling of his fingers tracing down there was something she liked a little too much. But she didn't want him to do all the work. Her silky hands travel from his face to his biceps, while she gave him a lightning kiss on the neck. Her hands found their way across his back to the abs the young male had. Jon immediately knows what she wants to do, as he moans in her hair, moving both of his hands. She gasps wanting everything from him. But her hands had a different plan. She hooks her fingers at the end of his boxers before she kisses him on the lips and pulls them down. Jon moans with freedom in her mouth, one of his hands doing the same thing, finally making both of them completely free.

The skin-to-skin contact made both of them more in love with each other than before. They feel every sweat, they feel every heartbeat, every nervous shock, every gasp, every moan, every kiss, every love. Jon's mouth slowly moves from her head to her neck, to her beautiful, innocent breasts, appreciating their every part. His mouth then travels to her abs, making him kiss every single inch of her body, every single scar she had, everything. Felt her with love. She moans at that, gently pulling his hair, making him return the pleasuring noise. He looks up at her, seeing her head thrown back, not knowing a single thing. He continues watching her as he makes his way down, down between her legs. (Y/n)'s mouth falls open as she grabs the sheets.

Before Jon did what he wants to do, he goes between her legs, starting his journey at the right inner side of her leg. It was beautiful and the last thing to make it perfect was to feel it with his love. His mouth kisses and sucks at the gentle skin, licking every single part. (Y/n) curls around the bed, becoming a moaning mess. He watches her as his mouth travels to the other side, kissing and marking it up and down. Her hands found their way into his hair as she moans.

"Please, Jon... Please... I can't..." She gasps as he moves to that part. The part between her legs. He smirks. Teasing her is becoming his favorite new thing.

"Please what?" He says as one of his hands finds its way back to her breasts, gently pinching and squeezing them. She moans at the contact, her head moving left and right.

"Pleassseeeee..."She says as she lifts her hips before Jon roughly pushes them back down his eyes shining with lust and teasing.

" Please what? " He smirks as he kisses at that specific spot, making (Y/n) go crazy. She knew what he was doing and it was bloody working amazingly.

"Jon, just fucking do it! stop fucking teasing me!!!" She yelled at him, pulling his hair. He smiles as kisses that spot, sucking at it. (Y/n) exploded, she felt like she was on fire, burning from the inside, waiting for someone to help her. And Jon is enjoying it. He watches her fight with her moaning, her pleasuring fights, as his mouth sucks at that specific spot between her legs, bitting from time to time. One of his hands travels to her spot between her legs, carefully crawling around the entrance. Her hands pulled and pulled his hair as his tongue danced with her bottom lips. He enjoyed it and so did she.

"Jon, please... Come here..." She said as she pulled him by his hair kissing his lips. The hand he has there stayed, and slowly by two of its fingers enter her. She gasps in pleasure. He is gentle and caring. Careful so he doesn't hurt her.

"Jon..." She moans as she pulls his hair, making him kiss her neck. Slowly the fingers in her start to pick up speed, searching for the spot inside of her. She squeaks with joy when he finds it. It was difficult for her to be quiet, and well Jon didn't want her to just gasp and squeak, he wanted to hear her. And every time he hit the spot she moaned his name, making him and his little fella feel good.

"Jon.. Jon... Let me make up to you." He stops and looks at her curiosity in his eyes.

"What?" he says as he smiles at her. She kisses him pushing him on his back. He's so beautiful. The city light hits him at just the right angle, making him shine in the sweaty night.

"Let me make up to you..." She says as she kisses him yet again her hands, slowly and slowly going down and down. He knew what she was doing, and it was a pleasure for him. (Y/n) stopped at it. Watching it. Before she slowly massages it with her hands, her hands going up and down. Jon now knew in what kind of position (Y/n) was before. She stared at his facial expression, his body reaction, while he moaned without end. She now knows why he loves to hear it so much, why he loves to see her screech in pleasure. Because he knows he made her like this, and now she knows she made him like this. It was beautiful watching him moan and sweat, from her simply just moving her hands up and down. She watches his needs being filled, his fantasies reached. And yet something was missing, and both of them needed it.

(Y/n) stood up, slowly getting her hips above his. He knew what she was going to do.

"Please let me..."

"No Jon... You already did a lot... It's my turn... It's my turn to take care of you. To take care of you and me." She says as she kisses him, her hands cupping his face. She straighten her back and nit a minute later they were connected. Both of them moan, they both felt like fireworks. (Y/n) felt small, yet loved, feeling as Jon's moaning vibrated through his body, making her moan in response. She moved her hips gently and firmly as if she didn't want to hurt him, making this moment his worst. She wanted it to last all her life. She wanted to see him like this every time. And so did he. He wanted to see her like this for the rest of his life. To see her do this, again and again, to make her feel this good as she is feeling now. To make her his for the rest of his life.

And slowly Jon grabbed her hips, gently turned them around, lying (Y/n) on her back. She felt better, she felt good, and Jon is going to make sure it will last. He slowly moved up, and then out. Full in, full out. She felt mesmerizing and loved, and so did he. He only wanted her to feel good, to feel like a goddess, the most beautiful woman in this universe. To make her feel that she is his woman. His and only his. And he will make sure to protect her, to make her feel safe and sound.

Jon kisses her lips, as he picks up speed, not too much faster than before. She moans into his mouth as her nails find their way on his back.

"I love you (Y/n)..." He says as the girl gives out a moan of pleasure.

"And I love you too..."She says as she gives him another kiss on the lips.

The moon shines on the private moments of the couple, watching them, as it shines on their love as they experience the love plenty more time into the night...

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I will make a part 3 ;)

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