#cladding kent

[hoodzgyal]

when you told your boyfriend you needed homework help, you never imagined it would end up like this.

“i dunno the answer,” you whine, half heartedly thrashing in his grip.

he’s got your legs spread as you sit on his lap, a laptop with the offending homework in question. his fingers are centimeters from where you need them, but you have to focus if you want them there.

"yes you do, honey," he counters, hand cupping your panty-clad sex, "think. think hard."

"um," you huff, staring at the answer choices with a pout.

as if to soothe your souring mood, his fingers begin to move, working slow circles over your clit. even with the barrier of those frilly panties you love, it works, coaxing a sigh from your lips.

"answer," he commands, fingers moving a little faster now, "or i'll stop."

"fuck," you groan, "uh… is it 12.5?"

he doesn't answer; instead his lips find your neck, pressing soft kisses to it as his fingers finally breach the waistband of your panties.

you moan at the contact, and though you can't see him, you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, "there she is, my clever girl."

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- dick grayson, hal jordan, clark kent, tim drake, jason todd, bruce wayne, terry mcginnis

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Love and Care.

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

Word Count: 4.0k.

Commissioned by the very lovely @distortedhumor.

TW: Non/Con, AFAB!Reader, Prolonged Captivity + Kidnapping, Spanking, Psychological/Physical Abuse, Slight Infantilization, and Delusional Behavior.

You were going to freeze to death.

That was – if you didn’t die of dehydration, first. You really weren’t sure which was supposed to work faster; thirst or exposure, the acidic dryness crawling up the back of your throat or the slow, numbing chill spreading up from your toes, your fingertips. You didn’t have to worry about hunger – even if you could feel something sharp and hollow gnawing at the pit of your stomach. You remembered reading somewhere that it took longer than a month for someone to starve to death, even if it was hard to believe that when it felt like you were on the verge of collapsing into yourself.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t been prepared. Admittedly, it’d been an impulsive thing to do, the half-baked result of a door left unlocked and the daunting awareness that you had at least twelve hours before you so much as heard from Clark again, if not the full twenty-four. You didn’t have shoes more durable than house-slippers and the delicate, lovingly polished, Mary Jane heels he liked to see you in, but you’d put on your thickest dress, stuffed a bottle of water and a few slices of homemade bread into a knapsack, and started walking into the lifeless, rolling plains that surrounded the rustic farmhouse he kept you in. You didn’t run – he always seemed to know if your heart rate spiked– but you had all day to walk until you found a road, or a phone booth, or anything else that could at least remind you that other people existed. You figured you’d come across something eventually, even if you couldn’t find the help you were looking for.

Except, you’d underestimated just how cold the countryside could get in autumn, and you hadn’t thought to ration your meager supplies until after they’d already run out, and as far as you could tell, he’d found the most vacant, lifeless, desolate corner of the world to trap you within. The hem of your skirt was caked with mud and dust, your knapsack had been left behind entirely after you realized there was no point in carrying and empty bag, and one of your heels had broken off about two miles back – leaving you reduced to a slow, hobbling limp. Your body was exhausted beyond exhaustion, but you couldn’t imagine a world where you stopped walking. The only thing worse than knowing you were going to freeze to death in the middle of nowhere would be knowing that you’d just laid down and accepted it, and if you’d been willing to do that, you wouldn’t have run away at—

Your foot caught on a dense patch of undergrowth, and too tired to catch yourself, you crumpled – your knees hitting the earth with enough force to make you whimper. The last of your perseverance crashed and shattered as soon as you hit the ground, and before you could so much as try to stand up, you fell apart completely. You felt the tears before you realized you were crying – just one, at first, then another, then more than you could ever hope to count. You threw your head forward, sniffling miserably as you collapsed onto your side. You were going to die out here, but…

But, that was probably for the best, wasn’t it? It was either die out here, or die in that lonely farmhouse when Clark finally lost his temper or the roof collapsed or the ‘villains’ he was also so worried about finally did their job and put you out of your fucking misery. With a full-fledged sob, you curled into yourself and clenched your eyes shut, and—

And of course, less than a full second later, you felt a pair of muscle-bound arms wrap around your crumpled form, sweeping you off the ground and dragging you into a broad chest. You were too weak to meaningfully resist, but still, you tried to writhe and nudge yourself out of his iron-clad hold to little success. He was already talking, too. Great. On the ranked list of things you might’ve wanted to hear immediately after accepting your own mortality, your kidnapper’s nervous babbling didn’t crack the top hundred.

As if that had ever stopped him before.

“—and I thought you’d gotten hurt, and your pulse sounded so far away, and— and I don’t know what I would’ve done if it’d taken me any longer to find you.” You tuned in mid-rambling, trying to swallow your agitation. He was bent over you, his face buried in your hair, giving his voice an unsteady, muffled quality. For the world’s strongest man, he was quick to fall apart whenever he thought you so much as might be in danger. You couldn’t really judge him for that, though. You fell apart whenever he wasn’t around, too, and you didn’t care about him at all. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? There’s a hospital about fifty miles away, I can—”

“I’m fine,” you cut in, your hands shoving at his forearm where it was barred over your waist. With an airy sigh, he repositioned you – letting you fall into a proper bridal-carry rather a fully-body tackle. You noticed, for the first time, that his feet weren’t touching the ground. He was levitating, a nervous habit that he fell back into too often to keep track of. He must’ve genuinely thought you were in danger. More importantly, he must’ve known there was no one around to see him doing something so obviously superhuman. “Just a little cold. I‘m sorry for worrying you.”

Another sigh, this one more genuine than the last. For the first time, he drew back, and you were able to see him properly. He must’ve come straight from Metropolis; he was still wearing the suit you’d seen him in that morning, his hair slightly disheveled and his glasses shoved haphazardly into his shirt pocket. You tried to breathe, not to be thankful for how quickly his inhuman warmth was ebbing away the harsher edges of your hypothermia, and for the most part, you succeeded. You felt his lips brush against your cheek, then the corner of your jaw – Clark as affectionate as he was paranoid. “Poor thing,” he muttered, haphazardly shrugging off the jacket of his suit and draping it over your shoulders. “We’ll have to get you warmed up once we get home.”

Despite yourself, you stiffened. It was over - you knew that. He caught you, and even if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t have been able to go on much longer. You knew that.

And yet, you held yourself that much tighter as you asked, “…do we have to go home right away?”

Clark’s smile softened; his expression slackening is a patronizingly sympathetic sort of way. He didn’t need to answer, not really, but you still cringed when he inevitably did. “Of course, dear.” And then, with another kiss to your forehead. “How else can I keep you safe?”

You might’ve been nicer than him, after all. Rather than respond, you bowed your head and tucked yourself against his chest, shutting your eyes and blocking him out entirely. Clark only hummed in acknowledgement, flying that much higher and taking you home.

~

It took an embarrassingly short time to reach the farmhouse – less than a full minute, if that. It wasn’t what you deserved, but it was what you needed: a reminder that you were trying to run away from someone who didn’t have to run at all to keep up with you. Trying to escape on your own was pointless. You’d either have to find another way to get away from him or give up entirely.

Despite your constant squirming, Clark only put you down once you were inside (meaning, once the front door was locked and deadbolted with you securely trapped behind it), and you stumbled to your feet, still on the verge of collapsing. He let you struggle through all of two steps before taking you by the hand and, with that award-winning smile, guiding you through the farmhouse. “A warm bath should do the trick. Some tea, too – or coffee, to keep your blood flowing.” His eyes flickered down to the mud-caked hem of your dress, your ruined shoes. “It’s a pity. I know that’s one of your favorites.” He paused, squeezed your hand. “We’ll have to pick out another together. Maybe tomorrow, before I leave for work.”

You bit the side of your tongue, nodding along absently and letting him ramble. When you passed the staircase leading to the second floor, to your bedroom, you started to move towards it, but Clark only continued further into the house.

“Uh, Clark?” You dragged your feet as he pulled you into the kitchen. “I— Um, tea sounds nice, but I’d really like to change, first, and—”

“In a few minutes.” Another infuriating smile, another squeeze to your hand. “Do you remember what happens when you break one of our rules?”

You felt something in your throat tighten. You’d managed to forget, but it came back quickly enough. “I do, but— I was out there for a few hours, and I can’t really feel my—”

“We’ll take care of that in a few minutes, love.” He was already moving towards the kitchen table, your hand still trapped in his. “We should get this over with now.”

Trying to argue would’ve been useless. You did your best to grit your teeth, to brace yourself, but your vision still blurred as he finally released you, settling into one of the simple wooden chairs. You crossed your arms over your chest, but it did little to put a barrier between you and his prying gaze. “Do you want to undress yourself? Or do you need my help?”

Shaking your head, you fumbled with the buttons lining the back of your dress. Usually, you could manage on your own, but your hands were still numb, and you were fighting back tears, and Clark only watched you struggle for a few seconds before motioning for you to come closer. Soon enough, cotton and lace pooled uselessly at your feet, leaving you all-but entirely exposed in front of him. You didn’t need to be told to take off your shoes, kicking them into the depressing pile of fabric that used to be your favorite dress, but when it came to your panties, you hesitated, glancing toward Clark with a pleading look. “All of it,” he confirmed, with a tone bordering on apologetic. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

As if that would make you feel any better.

You sucked in a deep breath, then eased your panties down to your ankles. You’d been wearing one of your nicer pairs – white and silken, with a lace trim around the edges and a ribbon bow that was just slightly too big to be entirely inconspicuous. They were one of Clark’s favorites, even if you doubted you’d ever hear him admit something crude out loud. You could only hope you’d never see them again.

You kept your eyes on the floor as he took you by the waist and with as much effort as it might’ve taken to move a doll from one shelf to another, lifted you up and laid you over his lap. His thighs bit into your stomach as a hand found its way to the small of your back, rubbing slow circles into the base of your spine. “We’re only going to do fifteen, alright?” It wasn’t really a question, so you didn’t bother pretending you were going to answer. Clark didn’t seem to need you to. “And you know I’m doing this because I love you, right?”

That, you couldn’t get out of so easily.

“I know,” you mumbled, because that was what would upset him the least. “That doesn’t make it hurt any less, though.”

He didn’t make a sound. You wondered if he’d heard you at all, at least until the flat of his palm came down on the plush of your ass and immediately, it was impossible to think about anything at all.

It was a small mercy that he didn’t make you count. It was something he’d tried early on, the first couple of times you‘d thrown a chair through a window or stolen his phone or hoarded weapons underneath the mattress of your shared bed, but you’d never really been able to hold yourself together long enough for anything like that. You broke down too quickly, too easily – fuck, you were breaking down right now and he’d only hit you once. You could already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, a knot welling up in the back of your throat that only seemed to let little, pitiful whimpers and miserable sobs slip by. You tried to steel yourself, to bite back any signs of weakness, but that only meant you’d forgotten to brace yourself for the second strike – just as bad as the first, centered more towards the back of your thigh than your ass. He was trying to spread the pain, to make sure any marks he left wouldn’t be permanent. He was trying to be gentle.

It was scarier than it should’ve been – knowing that he really did care about you. You couldn’t call it ‘love’, not really, not if you still wanted to be able to live with yourself, but he had to care about you, at least enough to pay some amount of mind to your well-being, at least enough for you to be sure he didn’t hate you (although, some days, you could still be convinced otherwise). He didn’t love you, but he thought he did, and the fact that he could earnestly believe he loved you and still treat you like this made you very, very afraid of what could happen if he ever changed his mind.

By the third strike, you were crying unabashedly, and by the sixth, your hands were clamped around his thigh, your nails biting into his skin in less of an attempt to hurt him and more of a desperate scramble for any kind of stability he had to offer. It was all force, no friction – a bruising, throbbing type of pain quickly spreading outward from every part of your body unfortunate enough to be under his palm. You couldn’t seem to talk, but Clark didn’t have an issue, pausing after every blow to rub circles into your bruised skin and mutter to himself. You couldn’t imagine he still thought he was talking to you. “I just worry about how you’d manage things, out there, all on your own,” he explained, his tone cloyingly sweet. Like he was talking to a child, too naïve to know any better. Like he could still expect you to believe there was anything in the world more dangerous than him. “You know I’ll always keep you safe, but I can’t be everywhere at once. It’s easier for both of us if you just—” A pause, an airy chuckle. “—if you just stay out of trouble.”

You’d lived in the city for years and never gotten into trouble, not before meeting him. Saying that felt pointless, though, especially when he was already moving onto the seventh.

Fifteen was a terrible number. If there’d been twenty or more, you might’ve been able to go numb by the time he finished, and ten or less would’ve given you a chance to preserve at least some of your dignity. At fifteen, though, the pain was still intense enough to be blistering, and you couldn’t seem to choke down your own keening sobs as Clark brought down his hand for the final blow – using just a little more force than he really had to, making sure the lesson would stick for the next couple of days, if not the next couple of weeks. He was strict, like that, despite how tender-hearted he pretended to be. If he wasn’t, you would’ve acted out more often.

You had to believe you’d act out more often.

You were still limp and crying when his arm wrapped around your waist and with a raspy, adoring sound, he sat you up – letting you straddle one of his thighs. Whatever relief you might’ve felt at the end of your punishment was immediately overshadowed by the pale, reddish tint spread visibly across his face, the feeling of something too large and too stiff pressing into your leg where it fell between his. Clark didn’t acknowledge it, and you were happy to follow his lead, melting into his hands as he cupped your face, basking in his happily provided comfort. There was a shallow exhale as he tilted your head back, pressing another lingering kiss into your forehead, before dipping lower – falling immediately to your neck. You let his lips make contact with your throat before sniffling and shifting in his lap. “Hurts, Clark,” you murmured, doing your best to make your voice that of something small and in need. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but… can we go upstairs, first?”

That was enough to snap him out of it. “Right. Of course.” There was one last peck to your collarbone before he pulled you into his arms, any thought of letting you walk on your own prematurely dismissed. You tried to go blank as he trailed through the farmhouse, not to focus on anything but the pain and your exhaustion, but your gaze seemed to catch on everything you didn’t want to see – the bowl of dough still rising on the kitchen counter, the torn dress-shirt you’d planned on mending today, a dozen tiny things that all drove their own little needles into the pit of your stomach. In Clark’s defense, the housewife shtick hadn’t been his idea, but you couldn’t say he was entirely blameless, either. When you were left trapped and alone, given nothing to do and no way to occupy your time, there was only so long you could last before resorting to household chores. It was just a happy coincidence that the byproducts of your captivity were practically identical to the kind of sugar-sweet, domestic behavior that’d always seemed to melt his heart, back when your relationship wasn’t so insidious.

At least the bathroom was warm. Still too unsteady to be trusted to walk on your own, you sat on the vanity while Clark ran a bath, staring at your hands absentmindedly as the steam started to ebb at the chill. When the tub was nearly full, he helped you into it, more than happy to make it seem like you couldn’t so much as move without his help – which, in his defense, you really couldn’t. As you sunk into the scorching water, you made a mental note not to let him touch you at all tomorrow. You doubted it would be enough to fix the damage tonight had done, but it’d be better than letting him coddle you half-to-death.

Surprisingly, Clark didn’t hover over you for very long. “I think I promised you something to drink,” he explained as he moved to the doorway, his smile suddenly sheepish. Like he had any right to be shy about what he’d done to you. “I’ll be back in a second – unless you think you’ll need a hand?”

You hesitated, but shook your head. “’m fine. I just need some time to think.”

“Not too long.” He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes prying into you for a second, then another before he turned away. “I think we should be careful about what gets into your pretty little head, for the next few days.”

And just like that, you were left alone. For the first time since he’d brought you home, you let yourself relax. The hot water momentarily dulled the pain, but without the agony to distract you, humiliation quickly took its place. You shouldn’t have let Clark take you back so easily – that only gave him more leeway to treat you like some naïve, fragile object he’d been tasked with looking after. You shouldn’t have taken your punishment so quietly, even if you doubted clawing at his legs and thrashing would’ve actually accomplished anything beyond salvaging your pride. You shouldn’t have run away at all, not if it meant triggering Clark’s paranoia, not if it reminded Clark that you’d still take any chance you saw to get away from him. You’d have to be smarter about it, if you ever to escape tried again.

(You did your best to ignore that, a few months ago, the same sentiment would’ve been followed by ‘when you inevitably tried again’. You weren’t superhuman. You didn’t always have the strength to be so delusionaly optimistic.)

When Clark did return, he was blissfully quiet and careful to keep his distance, sitting on the edge of the tub while you haphazardly washed the dust out of your hair and scrubbed the mud from your skin. Even after the water had gone cold and you’d managed to struggle to your feet, his touch remained fleeting, ginger as he bundled you in a towel and lifted you into his arms – his sudden distance no excuse to treat you like a living, breathing, capable person, apparently.

You didn’t have the energy to be frustrated. Exhausted and beaten down, you closed your eyes and rested your head against his chest, only stirring slightly when you felt Clark lower you onto a quilt-padded bed. You started to sit up, but the feeling of a hand laying over your hip was enough to stop you. When you opened your eyes, you found Clark, still standing, still staring down at you with that dazed, lovesick smile. “It’s really amazing, how someone like me could ever end up with someone like you.” He dipped lower, his lips finding the side of your throat. There was no pretense of innocent affection, this time, just his mouth on the side of your neck, his teeth ghosting over your skin. His voice was stifled by proximity, but mournfully audible. “I love you. I’m always going to love you. You know that, right?”

“I... I do.” You sounded hoarse, weak – more so than you would’ve liked. Clark nipped playfully at your collarbone, nearly breaking the skin. “I know you’ve been waiting, but—”

“Guess I’m just that impatient, when it comes to you.” There was an airy chuckle, a glint to his smile, but neither were very comforting. Again, you made an attempt to flee, and again, he found a way to keep you where you were – his hands curling around your thighs as he eased your legs apart. There was a hollow thud of body against floorboardas he fell to his knees, as he pressed yet another open-mouthed kiss into the inside of your thigh. “I just can’t help it. You make it hard for me to think straight.”

Not that he was trying to. You opened your mouth, trying to think of something that could distract him, that could convince him you just couldn’t do this, but he’d latch onto your cunt before you could spit anything out – the flat of his tongue running over your entrance while his nose ground into your clit. With your ass still blistered from your punishment and your nerves still on-edge from the cold, that was all it took for you to bolt upward – your hands automatically finding their way to his hair in a desperate attempt to pry him off of you. Of course, he didn’t budge, and of course, when he did glance up, he did it with that lovestruck expression that you’d never been able to stand. That you never wanted to see again.

That you just couldn’t seem to wipe off of his fucking face.

“Clark,” you whined, his name fractured and mangled on your tongue. “Please, I— It hurts, and I’m so tired, and I just—” You cut yourself off, swallowing harshly and trying to catch your breath. “Please, don’t.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Your heart skipped a beat, hope swelling in your chest. He melted into your palm, grinning like an idiot. “You can relax. I promise, I’ll be gentle.”

And just like that, you felt something deep in your chest crack open and shatter.

The next time he bowed his head, burying himself between your thighs, you didn’t bother trying to stop him.

You didn’t do anything at all.

[lawboysammyy]

he’s a gentleman — clark kent x sensitive!reader

summary: clark comes home to find his pretty angel baking in the kitchen on valentine’s day

contains: soft and sweet boyfriend clark, suggestive towards the end

The smell of freshly baked cookies and the sound of a faith hill song invaded Clark's senses as he walked into the kitchen. He saw you standing at the counter wearing one of his flannels and a pair of pajama shorts, setting down a tray of what appeared to be chocolate chip cookies on the stove.  

“Hey, angel. What are you baking in here?” Clark's voice caused you to jump backwards into his strong chest as he walked up behind you.  

“Clark! You scared me. I though I've told you not to sneak up on me like that,” you smiled as you turned to face the tall brunette. He had kicked off his work boots by the door, leaving him clad in a dirty, white t-shirt and his typical blue jeans.  

God, how did he manage to make such a simple outfit look so good? 

“I'm sorry, angel. I didn't think you'd be up this early,” Clark replied earnestly. He was right, it was early for you. The clock on the oven read 8:24 and you usually didn’t wake up until well after 9 o'clock when you spent the night at the Kent house.  

You turned to face the counter again, cleaning up the slight mess of ingredients as Clark wrapped his arms around your waist, bending down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “To answer your question, I baked some cookies to thank Lana for letting me pick up some shifts at the Talon.” 

Clark smiled into your neck, inhaling the scent of yesterday’s perfume. “Well, that’s real sweet of you, honey. I'm sure she’ll appreciate it. I hope you weren’t planning on hanging out with Lana all day, though, because I've got somethin’ special planned for you for valentine’s day.”  

You tossed the rag you were using to clean onto the oven handle and turned to face Clark. “Oh yeah? Can I have a little insight into this plan, so I know what to wear? I got a new dress the other day and I wanna wear it out,” you told Clark. While this was partially true, you really just wanted to know what your boyfriend was planning because while he was good at keeping secrets from his peers, Clark just couldn’t help it when it came to keeping secrets from you.  

Clark let out a soft chuckle before answering your question. “i was thinking of going to a movie, then a nice dinner...maybe have a little fun after dinner.” You knew what he was hinting at in the last part of his plan. His parents were out of town for a wedding, leaving the house empty for you and Clark. “How does that sound, angel?” 

You hummed contently, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to the boy’s lips. “I think that sounds perfect, Clark. Thank you,” you complimented as you took Clark's hand in yours and began to lead him to the staircase. “But what if we had a little fun right now? We've got a couple hours to kill. I told Lana I'd stop by her place at around 10 to drop off a top I borrowed from her”  

Clark’s eyes practically lit up at your suggestion, and suddenly you were in his bedroom, pressed against the door. “That sounds like a great idea,” Clark replied in between kisses. 

[blackynsupremacy]

“HI, MS. PARKER!”

pairing: female!reader x female!bff x oldermale!character

inspo: friday (1995)

18+ vibes, so minors dni! contains: age gap, flirting, teasing, mention of a threesome, arousal, implied smut, swearing.

the neighbor: clark kent, steve rogers, thor odinson, logan howlett, derek morgan, dean winchester, erik killmonger, john winchester, bucky barnes or any character the reader has in mind!

taglist: @tryingtograspctrl @ellethespaceunicorn @afrowrites @rosiestalez @zombiehe4rt @sabrinasopposite @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @elitesanjisimp @gxuxhdjdu

the sun adores the illuminated skin of you and your best friend. it’s friday, ya’ll ain’t got work nor classes, so you decided it was a beautiful day to take a bike ride through the neighborhood. it’s a blazing temperature of eighty-seven, so of course you’re both scantily clad in black halters and denim cut offs with slides before you hit the block. as you peddle around the corner, you spot him. it was one of your neighbors that had a decade on your twenty-five year old selves, but who gave a damn when he’s this—fine and recently divorced. your eyes gawk at how each of his muscles flexes in that tight-ass white tank top while performing the most mundane tasks such as mowing the lawn or fixing his car. the stains of perspiration leave a glistening mess on areas of his skin such as his arms, chest, and neck. you and your friend give each other a smirk, a glint of mischief within your eyes. you simultaneously wave at the man and greet him in the “friendliest” tone as you have done in prior occasions.

“heeeey!” you both squeal and let a few giggles escape as if you were back in your high school days.

he stops what he’s doing and lifts his head up at the harmony of your voices. he wipes the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand as an amicable grin curves on his lips. he raises a bulging arm in the air, a baritone voice resonating to reciprocate the greeting.

“hey, ladies! how ya doin’?”

“we’re good!”

you turn your heads to secretly converse with each other as the raunchiest of thoughts run circles through your minds. your friend mutters under her breath on your behalves.

“we’d be better if you’d let us fuck.”

he peered at you both with a tantalizing gaze, an arched brow and a piqued smirk that thankfully, both of you couldn’t see. this was a weekly routine of this teasing and he played right along with ya’ll. he hadn’t really got any play since the divorce finalized because he was just trying to focus on himself, but how could he focus with these two pyt’s basically eye fucking him each time they pass by as their bodies bounced on their bikes? the aching sensation of his dick hardens as he couldn’t deny the fact that he was just as intrigued as you and your friend. he often battled with himself as to which one he would take first, but then again—why not both at the same time?

“i’m sorry, what’d you say, honey?” he feignedly inquired.

to say ya’ll were gagged was an understatement because there’s no way that man heard what your friend said. albeit it was true that both of you held a strong attraction to the older male, ya’ll weren’t gonna let him know that too quick.

you stammered to save your asses.

“uh—nothing! have a good one, sir!”

the heat of embarrassment rushed on your faces as you waved again and peddled off a few more blocks before retiring back to your home. after that encounter, you both needed a cold shower to cool off the area that needed it the most.

later that evening as you both were binging your favorite reality show, your phones pinged at the same time. you both picked them up to see you got a new message from an unknown number and they put you in a group chat: you, your friend, and the unknown person.

the message read:

you know i’ve heard you loud and clear earlier.

baffled, you read the message and you took it upon yourself to respond:

i’m sorry. who’s this and how’d you get our numbers?

don’t act so coy. you girls like to tease me every week on those bikes.

•••

it’s driving me fucking crazy.

it dawns on you both that this unknown person was…your neighbor.

“oh…” you started.

“…shit.” your friend finished your thought and she responds in the chat.

we didn’t mean to tease! we just wanted to say hi real quick because you looked so busy.

“and so damn fine.” you mutter, eyes not pulling from the screen awaiting the next response.

•••

let’s cut to the chase. it’s obvious you want to—have your way with me. i feel the same way, so if you stunning young ladies wanna know how a real man does it, swing by my place in the next 10 minutes. ;)

•••

you said you want to fuck, so let’s fuck.

you both stare at your phones then at each other not knowing that as you were reading each word your thighs instinctively clenched together to hold in the arousal that was erupting between your legs. as if you were speaking telepathically, you both deserved to relieve some tension with one of the finest men on your street. you kept your end of the bargain because within ten minutes you’re both standing in anticipation at his front door. you were getting a taste of your own medicine as his sculpted figure leaned against the frame. one of his forearms supporting his body while his other hand “tries” to grasp onto the cotton towel that was lowering at his navel. he skips the formalities by using his large, two fingers to beckon you both into the house and you both simply follow his command.

a ménage a toi—who knew that this was a way to spend a friday evening?

[writeroutoftime]

Hi, I saw ur special, congrats, what do you think about ♡ "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified" with Roy Kent?

a/n: hey there, thank you so much!! and thank you for this roy request - it's been a while since I wrote a story for him - but this was so much fun! hope you enjoy!! 💕

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After a long, stressful work week, takeout and a cheesy rom-com was exactly what you needed to destress. When Roy had stopped by after finishing up at the 'dogtrack', he had no choice but to follow your plans after you begged and begged, closing the deal with the look you knew he could never say no to. So now, he had your legs thrown over his blanket clad lap and a drink in his hand as you watched the movie.

"What is it?" you asked, glancing at your best friend curiously.

Over half the movie passed by without a sarcastic comment from Roy. If he wasn't yelling at the main characters for being "fucking idiots," then something was surely wrong. But when you really took a look at Roy, you saw no sign of distress. Only a calm, almost peaceful realization settled over his features.

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified." he confessed, casually as if he just told you tomorrow's weather forecast.

You nearly choked at the confession, your heart pounding wildly. Maybe others would have been shocked and confused by the confession from their platonic best friend, but there was something inside you that sung at his words.

Buried in the deepest parts of your heart, your feelings for Roy had been hidden for the past year and a half. Feelings you had shoved down, thinking it was just a crazy fantasy. Something to be hidden and ignored in an effort to preserve your friendship. But, now, here was this mainly openly admitting to liking you. No, not just liking - loving you.

"Fuck." he whispered, seeing the expression on your face. "Did I just royally fuck this all up?"

The way his tone wobbled ever so slightly brought you back to the moment, scrambling to wash away any worries. "No, no, god, no." you stumbled. "T-the opposite, in fact."

Without warning, Roy pulled you into his lap, his face inches away from yours. He reached out and carefully stroked his thumb against your skin. An involuntary shudder ran through your body, and your hands clasped behind his neck just to steady yourself.

"Good, so I won't fuck it up if I do this?"

Before you could response, Roy closed the distance between you until his rough lips were against yours. The kiss was slow, but passionate. A kiss only months in the making could be. It was everything, and more, you had pictured. Pulling away, your forehead fell against his as you fought to catch your breath.

"Nope, feel free to do that as often as you'd like." you giggled, only for it to be consumed by yet another kiss.

[frownyalfred]

clark’s first attempt to interview the prince of arkham go about as well as you might expect, given that he’s a reporter with sunshine all but seeping out of his pores. the first time bruce doesn’t even talk to him, too furious at the gall of this metropolitan newshound to interrogate him for the sake of some gruesome, sensationalist op-ed obviously about the tragedy of the family wayne and the irredeemable mire of gotham to do anything more than death-glare at him for the entire length of the meeting. but clark, unsatisfyingly, doesn’t give up after that. if bruce doesn’t talk to him, he sure talks to bruce, and with each subsequent interview the questions…change. no longer trying to establish facts about bruce’s life or his crimes, not asking about his experience in arkham, not even going for the low-hanging fruit of why’d you train for years to kill those people, but seemingly random and unrelated things. he wants bruce’s opinions on emissions policies (need to be stricter and more tightly enforced, especially in gotham, jesus, there’s a reason lung cancer and asthma rates are through the roof) and lex luthor’s keynote speeches (unprintable, wiped from clark’s tape recorder in case luthor somehow finds out) and whether or not clark should buy a new suit (why bother, it won’t be any less tragic than every other polyester abomination he cruelly forces bruce to look at every time he stops by). clark slowly and stubbornly makes himself as much a part of bruce’s routine as visits with alfred and lucius and the doctors, and all the while superman is playing a high-stakes game of mental chess with the sinking suspicion that bruce wayne has already won in more ways than one

bruce figures out kent is superman about three hours after the first time big blue gets namedropped during an interview. he commences with a plan that is part honeypot, part campaign of psychological warfare, and part genuine bid to get this midwestern alien who holds the safety of his city in his hands to try and give a damn like a proper gothamite would, like no one but bruce ever seems to. superman is wrong for gotham, bruce knows it, and gotham rejects superman (not even the weather there accepts him, all rain and fog and darkness with maybe one month of sun a year, but you can’t have shit in new jersey), but fuck it, he is trying. if nothing else, hours sitting in a room with this ridiculous well-intentioned man and a couple armed guards have bruce reluctantly convinced that superman is trying. and if all he asks in return is that bruce sometimes throw him a bone to save everyone else, well. it’s arkham. it’s not like bruce has anything better to do than un-fuck whatever clark and his merry band of spandex-clad morons have run up against this time

(depending on whether or not bruce was active as batman before getting caught or simply never bothered with batman to begin with, he could have a safe leg to stand on to call all the capes and costumes and underwear-on-the-outside stupid as fuck, preferably to clark’s face, preferably while maintaining the facade that he has no idea superman even has a civilian identity. smug passive-aggression, thy name is brucie, prince of arkham)

The only reason Bruce talks to Clark is that he slips up just a little that first meeting — says something about Metropolis and the people of that city. And Bruce sees that same glimmer of possessiveness, that need to better his city, reflected back at him. And he knows that Clark Kent is more than he appears to be.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Always room for seconds (dp x dc)

"There they go again," says Aunt Alicia as she looks at the hazmat-clad backs of her sister and her husband jumping into their mish-mash-of-a-van. "And on Thanksgiving too," she finishes to herself as she turns toward her niece and nephew. Neither of them look surprised, though Jazz is clearly more affected if the tick in her jaw is any indication.

"They promised," she practically spits but Danny just sighs and puts a hand on her shoulder. It seems to draw the fight out of Jazz a bit and she sags onto herself.

Alicia loves her sister but she can be so irresponsible sometimes.

"Come on kids, let's go back inside. It's about time to put the turk-" she stops short, then groans. Maddie had insisted on bringing the turkey on account of not wanting Alicia to go to all the trouble, and Alicia had agreed on the condition that her sister wouldn't try to make it. "...And the turkey is still in the van isn't it?"

Danny makes a face. "It's probably for the best. I'm pretty sure I saw it move on the way here."

Alicia doesn't let her head fall into her hands, but only just. Instead, she takes a deep breath to calm herself down to rally her thoughts. "Alright. It'll be too late by the time we drive to town and buy a new raw one, so we can just get some already made from the store. That good for you guys?"

Jazz and Danny make sounds of assent before all three of them pile up in the car. Town isn't too far away, and the trip is mostly silent. Alicia is hesitating over what to say to cheer up her niece and nephew. In the end, they pull up to the grocery store before she manages to come up with anything.

"Dad was also supposed to bring desert," Jazz mentions as she grabs a caddie and wheels it back to them.

"I made apple pie just in case," Alicia answers. Despite her dislike for him, she can admit that Jack Fenton is a generous man. However, as she has learned over the years, that generosity doesn't extend to fudge. Which is why she's got her famous apple pie ready to pop into the oven.

Danny nods relieved, as he files in behind his sister. The three of them are rolling past the frozen section when a familiar voice cuts through the store music.

"Alicia?"

At that, Alicia looks up to see the face of one and only Martha Kent. Her lips stretch into a smile unconsciously at the sight.

"Martha, hi," she answers as the other woman starts walking closer. "How are you?"

"I'm good," the other woman says as she stops in front of them. "Just doing some last-minute shopping." Then Martha looks to Danny and Jazz and gives them a smile. "And who might these two be?"

"This is Jazz and Danny," Alicia introduces them, "my niece and nephew. They're spending Thanksgiving up at the cabin with me."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Martha says sincerely. "You left your sister and her husband in charge of the turkey, then?" She winks.

Alicia winces. "Ah, not exactly."

"They had a work emergency," Jazz says, unhappy.

Martha lets out a sympathetic oh.

"That's why we're here," Alicia explains. "They left with the turkey without realizing, so we'll have to settle for store-bought this year."

Martha makes a noise of sympathy before her face shifts into something more pensive. "You know," she starts. "I've got a big turkey at home and there's only going to be my son and me to eat it. If you guys would like, we'd love to have you over to help us with it."

"Oh we couldn't possibly-" Alicia starts to protest but Martha takes a step forward and takes her hands.

"You'd be doing us a favour," Martha says, her hands still into Alicia's as she looks up earnestly at the redhead. And damn it all because Alicia can feel a blush spreading on her cheeks at that.

"Alright," Alicia says, too flustered to argue.

Martha squeezes her hands once before letting go and Alicia can't help but miss the warmth of them. "Then it's settled."

"Alright," repeats Alicia. "We'll have to swing back home, though. I made pie."

"That's wonderful!" Martha's smile is radiant and it makes something in Alicia's chest warm.

She disguises it with a cough before speaking up. "Is six thirty too early for you?"

"It's perfect. We'll be waiting for you then," Martha says. "And for your sister and her husband too, if they manage to tear themselves away from work."

"That's not likely," mumbles Danny under his breath. Uncharacteristically, Jazz doesn't say anything about her brother's manners, only putting her own hand on his shoulder. Martha catches Alicia's eye and they exchange a look.

"Well, we'll be glad to have you three, anywho," Martha states firmly which gets her a hesitant smile from Jazz.

Alicia clears her throat. "We'd better get going if we want to be ready in time."

"Oh yes," Martha agrees. "I have to make sure the turkey's not burning." Then she winks, and for some reason, Alicia can feel that pesky blush coming back. It's made worse by the shrewd look Jazz gives her.

"See you soon!" says Martha as she leaves.

"Bye," Alicia answers back a little weakly. Then she looks down to the ground and sighs. When she straightens her head, she's immediately on guard as she catches her niece's smug look.

"What?" Alicia asks warily.

"Is Martha single?" Jazz asks, with a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth face.

"Yeah," the older redhead answers slowly. "Why?"

"Just wanted to know," Jazz says innocently. And even Danny is looking at his sister suspiciously now. "since you've got a crush on her and all."

"I do no-I don't know what you're talking about!" Alicia protests though she feels her cheeks warming for the third time today.

And now Danny is starting to smirk too as he exchanges a look with his sister. "Oh," he starts as he looks towards Martha's disappearing figure. "This is going to be fun."

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Congrats Lou!!! I really love your works, maybe 22 w/ Clark Kent???

.⋆｡Distractible｡⋆.

Clark Kent x plus size reader

You’re a damn good distraction

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, kissing, teasing, implied smut

Minors DNI

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5k follower celebration

That damn dimple, it was fucking taunting you. The simple divot in Clark’s prominent chin that was just big enough for you to fit the side of your thumb into like it was made to do that. Sometimes it was covered by thick dark hair when he had gone a couple days without shaving and then your man would re-emerge from the bathroom and the dimple would return along with baby soft cheeks. 

And when Clark was generous enough to let you sit in his lap while he worked from his home office, the temptation was almost too much. It was his fault really, he should’ve known better to not be so absolutely delicious. His jaw flexed and shifted, keeping your hungry eyes trained on that stupid dimple. His broad chest rumbled with his words as he spoke on the phone so some colleague whose name you didn’t care to recall at this moment.

Suddenly, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Your lips pressed softly to the small sliver of skin along his collarbone that his t-shirt didn’t cover. Clark’s large hand rested on your plush thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. The next kiss was at the base of his throat, you loved the way you could feel his pulse beat against your tongue as you lapped at him.

You winced when his grip got a little too tight but you didn’t let that deter you from your mission. Your teeth grazed his Adam's apple and you smirked as it bobbed. Clark cleared his throat and apologised to whoever he was on the phone with. 

You nosed at his jaw, practically purring with happiness. You ran your hand up his front, revealing the firmness of his body against your palm. Then finally, your lips reached that perfect little dent in his chin and you were content.

You bit and kissed and sucked fully knowing that you would be unable to leave a mark on his flawless skin. You ignored the way your boyfriend attempted to subtly pry you away from him without alerting the person on the other end of the phone that something entirely not work appropriate was occurring. Yet you continued your little escapade, taking a kind of sick pleasure from teasing him like how he would do to you when you were trying to work.

Clark shifted in his office chair and it was easy to figure out why. The hard bulge in his sweatpants was now nestled perfectly between your legs and if you were to just move one more inch, he would be pressed against your panty-clad pussy. He shot you a warning glance but the way that his pupils were slowly consuming the blues of his eyes gave you all the motivation you needed to continue. 

“Hang up.” You muttered into his skin as you pressed your chest to his, letting him get a clear view of the way your tits squished into his pecs. Clark groaned silently, his eyelids fluttering as he struggled to retain some semblance of control.

His hand darted from your thigh to your jaw, forcibly pulling your lips from his skin and moved his phone away from his ear. “Stop kissing me for a minute, I’m trying to have a conversation. I promise I’ll take care of you in a minute, I just need to get this done.” You stuck your bottom lip out at him as best you could with your cheeks squished together by his massive hand.

“Take me to bed now and I’ll do that thing with my tongue.” 

“Sorry, I have to call you back later. Something just came up.” Clark had barely hung up the phone and tossed it onto the desk before you found yourself over his shoulder as he practically ran from the room, his booming footsteps making you giggle against his back. “You and your damn kisses.” He mock whined. You retaliated by landing quite a firm smack to his perky backside.

“Not my fault you’re so distractible.” His warning growl told you that you would be eating your words soon enough.

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So I have another "Bowser is messing with Mario's head" kind of idea.

So in both The Super Mario Bros. Super Show! and in Mario Party 2, Bowser wears a lot of costumes.

However, one idea that I think would be hilarious to explore is the idea of Bowser pulling a "Clark Kent" in the sense that whenever he wears a costume, no one recognizes that "this mysterious person" is actually Bowser. Even if it's so painfully obvious that it's Bowser, even if he's just wearing glasses and a hat, the idea of no one recognizing that Bowser is wearing a disguise is just really funny to me.

Well, two people would recognize him.

The first person would be Luigi because he and Bowser are dating.

And the second person would be none other than our favorite red-clad plumber, Mario.

If I had the motivation, I could probably go into this idea a little more, but the point I'm trying to make is I just really like the idea of Bowser wearing a simple costume like this:

And Mario trying (and heavily failing) to convince everyone that this is actually Bowser and not some random Koopa/person.

And whenever no one's looking or every time when they're alone, Bowser just looks at Mario with the biggest smug smirk on his face.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Everybody Talks Too Much

I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You

Chelsea!Roy Kent x Coach's Daughter!Reader 1.1k words Warnings: Language, no Ted Lasso characters except for Roy, extremely protective and angry father, mean girls being mean girls

By the time Chelsea’s next match rolled around, your dad had cooled down. Not completely, of course, but as cool as he was capable of being while his only daughter continued to defy him and date Roy Kent. He’d even begrudgingly revoked his decision about benching Roy. Since you planned on wearing your number six kit, you opted to drive with your mum and brother to the stadium; seeing you with KENT emblazoned on your back, as if you belonged to the gruff midfielder, might have your dad consider driving into oncoming traffic.

As you followed your mother towards your family’s usual seats, a friendly hand landed on your shoulder. When you turned around, Katie was grinning at you, wearing a T-shirt with Jules’s number on it.

“Hey! I’ve got a spare ticket again. Come sit with me.”

Butterflies suddenly filled your stomach as you shook your head. “It's alright, I'll sit with my-”

Katie raised her eyebrows and smirked at you. “Wives and girlfriends stick together,” she teased. She reached out for your hand. “Let's go.”

Trying to fight back a silly grin to match the one your friend wore, you allowed Katie to link arms and offered your mum a little wave, which she returned with a knowing smile. Katie led the way to where the wives and girlfriends all sat, clad in their Chelsea gear and sporting expensive handbags and accessories with designer names you knew you’d mispronounce. While you were greeted by more than a few familiar smiles on the faces you’d known for years, your anxious attention was drawn to lipsticked smirks and raised eyebrows that followed you to your seat.

At least Katie’s eyes were friendly as you plopped down beside her. “Sooooo,” she murmured in a painfully sing-songy voice, “how are things?”

You instinctively narrowed your eyes at her sugary tone. “What did Jules tell you?”

“He didn’t have to tell me much,” she said as she slid her sunglasses over her eyes. “The tabloids did most of the telling.” She reached out and grabbed your hand. “Sorry about that. Seriously, if Jules and I had known-”

“Don’t,” you protested, giving her hand a squeeze. “Roy and I were adults who made our own choice. You and Jules have nothing to be sorry about.”

She nodded, keeping your hand in hers. “I’m still sorry you two got caught,” she insisted. She gave a small, friendly squeeze as she lowered her voice. “If It makes you feel better, Jules made sure your dad knew the truth about that incident with Drew.” She scowled, clearly also a member of Drew's Not-a-Fan Club. “Told him that Drew was talking about you- no details, your dad couldn't handle that- and that Roy was defending you. Some of the other fellas confirmed it too and convinced your dad to let Kent play today.” An uncharacteristically smug expression appeared on her face. “Too bad no one felt like speaking up for Drew.” Her gentle smile returned as she looked at you. “The point is, despite your dad’s temper and threats, there’s people around here who’ve got your back. Jules and I especially.”

Touched by the affection in her voice, you leaned your head on her shoulder. “Thanks, Katie,” you murmured. The two of you stayed like that, hand in hand, until the team came out onto the field, eliciting cheers and shouts from the crowd that filled the stadium.

Despite knowing it wasn’t your most brilliant idea, you couldn’t stop yourself from leaping to your feet when Roy was announced, clapping your hands with delight and bouncing up and down.

“Let’s go, Roy-o!” you called, wearing what you knew was your dopiest smile. Beside you, Katie let out a small chuckle, probably rolling her eyes how clearly besotted you were with the midfielder. 

Apparently you weren’t the only one willing to throw caution to the wind; a smile appeared on Roy’s face as he looked up in your direction, offering a little nod and a wink that was caught by the cameras and projected onto the stadium screens for everyone to see. 

“Daddy’s not going to like that,” a snide voice behind you hummed as you resumed your seat.

When you turned around, you recognized one of the models who usually either paid you no mind or sneered at you. She was currently choosing the latter, gazing at you over the top of her designer sunglasses with a coolly raised eyebrow.

Beside you, Katie whipped around. “You’re just mad your boyfriend’s always on the bench,” the usually reserved editor snapped. “So why don’t you hush and let us enjoy the match, hmm?” With a protective arm around your shoulder, Katie urged you to turn back around and face the pitch. “Don’t pay her any mind,” she assured you quietly, giving you a squeeze before taking her arm back, gripping your hand again. “She’s just mad because she was interested in Kent before settling for her second-stringer.”

A snort flew out of your mouth as you settled comfortably in your seat, eyes glued to that familiar number six on the pitch. “Thanks, Katie,” you murmured.

“Anytime.”

~

Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea.

The two little words kept floating in your mind as you stood next to Katie, waiting outside the changing room. You knew you were pushing the boundaries, probably more than you ever had before, but you couldn't help yourself. Not after the ninety minutes you’d just spent watching Roy Kent run up and down the pitch in that beautiful Chelsea blue.

Your heart fluttered when Roy walked through the door, his hair still damp from his shower and his t-shirt clinging deliciously to his skin. His eyes sparkled at the sight of you and- oh dammit- he bit his lip as he took in the sight of you in your Chelsea kit. There was something mischievous in his expression as he approached you, tentatively laying a hand on your waist and tugging you to himself.

“You enjoy the match, princess?” he teased, leaning down to peck your lips chastely.

“Uh huh.” It should have been embarrassing, how high-pitched your voice came out. But you couldn't feel anything but complete affection as you gazed up at Roy, with his little smirk and flushed cheeks.

He gave your waist a playful squeeze before letting go. “D’you want a ride home?” It was a loaded question, dripping with expectation that you'd be going to Roy's home- and his bed.

Before you could happily accept the offer, an icy voice cut through your happy little bubble.

“Time to go.”

Over Roy's shoulder, you spotted your father and his stoney expression and crossed arms. Embarrassment flooded through your body as you reached down and lightly touched Roy's hand, your heart skipping a beat when he let his fingertips linger against yours. He gave you a firm nod, silently letting you know he understood your abrupt departure.

Still, your stomach sank as you turned away from Roy so you could silently follow your father through the stadium to his waiting car.

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Absolutely

Elizabeth Luthor x Kryptonian!Reader

Request by @deafeningsharkslimeempath

Letting go of the past was never easy for you or for the woman you loved Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’ Luthor. You were Clark’s other cousin, a Kryptonian rocketed to Earth as a fierce warrior. The press dubbed you Absolute Superman. You were more focused on taking down the bad guys but Clark, Lois and Kara helped you to calm the anger and wrath within you.

Elizabeth Luthor never saw herself falling in love with a Kryptonian. And then she met you. She met your human persona when you went out for coffee one day. The two of you just seemed to click. The next day, she met your Superman persona when you saved the train she was on.

In truth, the Luthors always had an odd connection to the Kents. But love blossomed between you and her. You found the Lois to your Clark.

Your second cousins Jonathan and Jordan give you a hard time. A little ribbing every now and then but you love them. The three of you are able to train each other as Lizzie talks with Lois on the porch. Honestly being with you and the Kents helped Lizzie find the family unit that she was missing.

And then came trouble. You were playing a round of football with Clark and the boys. Lizzie was talking a little worriedly with Lois, normally you could easily tell what Lizzie was worried about but you wanted to respect her boundaries.

So trouble landed, that trouble known as the future in law, Lex Luthor. He landed outside the Kent farm as you and Elizabeth were having time with the rest of the family. Lex was clad in a green and purple armored suit. The visor came down revealing his face.

“After all this time,” he said thru gritted teeth. “All of you together on one location”

Lizzie didn’t even recognize her father at first. You stood in front of Lizzie and tried your best to guard her.

“Lex,” you stated, gesturing for Clark to stand down as well. “Please don’t do this. Not here. Not now.”

Lizzie was dumbstruck, “L-Lex? D-Dad?!”

“Elizabeth?” Lex was equally shocked. He tried to walk to her but she backtracked away from him. “What…why?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” you explained, your hands beginning to radiate solar energy only for Lizzie to put a hand on your bicep to calm you down.

“You framed me!!” Lex screamed at Clark who came up beside you “made my daughter cut me off”

“No I chose that, Father!” Lizzie shouted back. “It wasn’t your arrest that drove me away. It was finding out what kind of man you were”

Lex’s face just dropped as that realization hit him hard. It wasn’t Clark or Lois or you that drove Lizzie away from him, it was just him.

Tears began streaming down Elizabeth’s face as her voice became louder and clearer, “and I will not subject my baby to the likes of you!”

“What?!” Lex shouted.

“What?” You found yourself shocked for once in your life. Your Lizzie just took one of your hands and placed it over her flat stomach. You could feel an overwhelming sense of joy overtake you.

“I-I just found out three days ago” Lizzie admits with a little smile.

“Oh Liz” you found yourself whispering as you wrapped an arm around her and held her tenderly to your chest.

You turned to Clark and then to Lex, “please Lex, for the sake of your grandchild, just leave. Please.”

Lex looked one last time at Elizabeth. His heart shattered. It finally clicked in his head. It wasn’t the crime that he was framed for that shattered his relationship with his daughter, it was everything else.

The man was broken, to the core. So he powered up his suit and flew away.

You turned to Clark who clapped you on the back, “I’m amazed by you. You were the one who used to only care about stopping the bad guys.”

“Well what can I say?” You nuzzle your girlfriend, “this one helped me to change for the better”

Elizabeth Luthor kisses you softly as you all head inside to begin planning out the next few months of pregnancy and the rest of your life as parents.

[nonscathingbullets]

Chris Knight x Shy!Chubby!Reader

Part Two Pool Party

Fluffy fluff fluff

⭐️Slightly proofread⭐️

⚠️Warnings: Mentions of weight insecurity. Slightly suggestive.⚠️

(Disclaimer: I don't really know a lot of complicated science terms, but I tried... a little.)

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The pool party was in full swing. Mitchell and Jordan were jumping off the diving board, trying to see who could make the biggest splash. Kent was being turned down by, yet another woman he offered what he called a "refreshing be-ver-agé" to. And other bikini clad girls were splashing each other and playing chicken with their boyfriends. As you walked beside the pool, you couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. Every other woman seemed so hot compared to you. They might as well have been on a summer Sports Illustrsted calendar in your opinion. Chris noticed you tugging at your own bikini top as your bare foot fidgetted at the pavement, and he was quick to take both of your hands tenderly into his.

"Hey, none of that, you hear me?" He pulled you to him, bringing his face level with yours. "You look gorgeous, baby. Now let me get you a drink." He offered, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. He went off to the snack bar they had set up for the students while you sat by the pool enjoying the cool water on your feet and legs. It was so refreshing on such a hot day that you were tempted to just get right in, submerging your whole body, but you opted to wait for Chris. As you dangled your legs off the edge, moving them back and forth, you noticed a couple of girls swimming in your direction. They were perfect looking. One was blonde, the other a red head, and they both had strikingly toned midsections that their swimsuits complimented amazingly. You likened them to beautiful sirens you used to read about as a child. The closer they got, the more anxious you became. A lump began forming in your throat, and sweat began collecting on your forehead. Terror made itself ever present through your whole body, and your nerves felt like they might shut down at any moment. They finally stopped right in front of you, and the blonde flashed you a smile. As she opened her mouth to speak, you mentally prepared yourself to be called everything in the book.

"Hey there!! Sorry if this seems weird, but... well, Mindy and I saw you walking in with Chris, and we couldn't stop talking about how stunning you look in that bathing suit!" She compliment whole heartedly. Your heart all but lept out of your chest, and heat rose to your cheeks.

"R-Really? You really think so?" You asked almost too happily. Mindy nodded.

"Absolutely! It accentuates your curves perfectly! Man, I wish I had curves like that. No matter what I do, I'm stuck looking like I don't eat a damn thing. Up until the 10th grade, girls would always call me slim jim."

You were absolutely shocked. You wanted to slap yourself for automatically assuming the worst of them before they even spoke to you. "No! I think you look great! Both of you!" You exclaimed. "Those bathing suits are amazing..."

The three of you talked for a little bit before Chris made his way back with a drink for the both of you to share. He smiled wide when he saw you actually talking to some of the other girls. "So ladies... what are we all up to?" He only waited a split second for a response before hollering, "TIMES UP. The correct answer was... JUMPING IN THE POOL!!" He yelled before grabbing you and diving in with you in his arms. You quickly held your breath just before your bodies splashed into the cool water of the pool. After a couple of seconds, you popped back up, gasping for air. The drink that was just in Chris' hand not long ago was now tipped over, spilling its fruity contents onto the hit cement.

"Chris!" You shrieked in surprise, moving your limbs through the water to stay afloat. He gave his head a quick shake, getting rid of the excess water before hurtling a wave of water at you. "Hey! No fair! I barely had time to breathe!" You shouted as you playfully splashed him back.

"Oooh, splash fight!!" The girls shouted in unison, joining in. After a few hours of fun in the sun and some snacks, the sun started to get low, and people began to return to their dorms. Mindy had given you hers and her friend Sharon's dorm number and even made plans to go shopping with you before taking their leave.

Pretty soon, it was just you and Chris alone, sharing his beach towel and looking up at the sky together. Well, you were looking at the sky. Chris was too busy playing with a strand of your chlorine soaked hair and placing soft kisses on your face here and there, making you blush and giggle. You really didn't know what the smartest man in school saw in you. Not only was he a genius, but he was charming in a way that could easily allow him anyone he wanted, yet here he was, showering you with kisses and adoration. He must've been able to tell your mind was wondering because he quickly scooped you up and stood holding you bridal style.

"What are you thinking about?" He questioned, already knowing the answer. You snapped out of your thoughts as you looked up at him and shrugged.

"Dunno... what about you?"

"Comtemplating the difference between yogurt and cultured cream," he stated simply, trying his best to look serious. He couldn't for long. His face broke into a smile, causing you to smile back at him. You knew he could tell something was bothering you. "Looks like you leave me no choice..." He swung you towards the pool and acted as if he was going to let go, causing you to yelp and cling onto him.

"Chris! What are you doing?!"

"Say you're beautiful, or I swear to science I will throw you in right now," he threatened, swinging you again.

"Chris, cut it out!" You yelled with a giggle, clutching him for dear life.

"Say it! I'll do it right now if you don't say it." It really felt like he was going to let go of you on that last swing.

"Okay, okay! I'm beautiful, alright? I am beautiful!" You said it so firmly that you actually started to believe it. His smile grew wide as he sat back down on his towel with you snuggled up in his lap, still clinging onto him. He wrapped his Hawaiian shirt around you, making you look him in the eyes.

"And don't you ever forget that, babe. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on," he whispered before planting a deep, loving kiss on your lips. You tangled your fingers into the soft locks of his hair that was already mostly dry and wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your body as close to his as you possibly could. He smirked against your lips before pulling away and resting his chin on top of your head. You instinctively buried your face into the crook of his neck. Despite being bathed in chlorine for well over an hour, he still smelled amazing. You suffered softly at the feeling of his hands roaming every dip and curve ever so gently with his large hands. "I'm in love with all of this... so hopelessly in love," he murmured, peppering tender kisses on your head and face once again. Your heart began to race as your mind processed his words. "So soft. So beautiful. So funny. So sweet. What more could a guy ask for?" You looked up at him, feeling as if you were going to cry.

"Y... You love me?" You asked, shocked. He flashed you a sugar-coated smile, taking your face in his hands.

"Of course I do, baby." And with that, he kissed your nose and tucked you back into the comfort of his warm embrace.

The two of you sat there in each other's arms, talking about everything and nothing, sharing jokes and kisses, making fun of Kent. Pretty soon, you both drifted into a peaceful slumber on the stiff concrete.

The next morning, you awoke to the harsh sunlight glinting on your eyelids. You shifted slightly, sitting yourself up, and then it donned on you.

"Shit! Chris, wake up!" You shouted frantically. He stirred a bit and mumbled almost incoherently.

"That's gamma radiation... no... it'll never work... stop!"

You tried to stop yourself from laughing as you shook him firmly. "Chris! Come on, wake up... we're late for class!" More science babble spewed from his mouth as his body shifted again. You sighed and stood up, walking towards the pool. "Alright... I guess I'll just have to swim naked all by myself..." You sang. He darted straight up without missing a beat.

"I'm awake!" He declared excitedly.

Part 1:

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"I didn't think you were this Super" - Supergirl x Male Reader (Supergirl: The Movie Version)

Note: Fluff/Wholesome 🥰

"So, if you're his cousin, you can do everything he can, right? I know you can fly, bend steel bars and lift trucks and buses over your head since I've seen you do it, but can you do everything he can?"

Y/N wouldn't exactly call himself lucky in life, not with dangers and downsides in mostly every corner within everywhere he went, despite still being young and getting into the life of an young adult, it wasn't exactly easy much.

"Yes" the young woman soon answered with a little smirk at the edge of her lips.

"Wow... That's amazing!" Y/N soon replied after a whole few seconds of taking it all in. He still felt a little woozy after being swept up and flown to a safe distance. "But... Thank you, for saving me, least from what you told me" he had originally been unconscious, due to an altercation within a certain amusement park, while he was on a date with someone special.

Even when danger happened when he was around certain parts of the town, whether he was with his mother to help her, or some townsfolk with loading up trucks and anything they needed help with, he'd end up being protected by a blue and red blur, every time he even glanced at the foreign object.

At first glance, he thought it was the hero from Metropolis he had heard and seen many pictures on newspapers about, but something seemed different about the blur, but he let it get over his head and moved on, he thanked whoever was keeping him safe from dangers when he did the best he could to help.

However, he wasn't great at getting the girls, getting friends and wasn't great at education much either, he was what would be called, troubled in life, unsure of what he really wants in life.

It's what made him different, but usually the folk these days always seem to be moving on, while he thinks he's just stuck on where he is, despite getting help from his widowed mother.

But there was one thing Y/N was great at...

Helping others around him.

They say he has a heart of gold, a gentle persona within him, someone who likes to see others smile before he does and many wouldn't give him a thank you or appreciation in return, but when some ask him if he wants anything in return, he politely declines anything in return - even though his polite decline had fell on deaf ears and he was given something in return, even offers of being one's friend, he wasn't really used to be given anything in return for helping someone with their day.

Unbeknownst to him, someone had been watching his selfless actions on helping others, a blonde haired figure, clad in a blue leotard and red skirt, who dressed in a red cape and boots, who wore a symbol on their outfit and cape, equivalent to the one a certain superhero in Metropolis wore proudly.

This very same person had been the blue and red blur keeping the townsfolk and himself safe, most reported it was a female, confirming Y/N's suspicions that the blur was different, however... No one really knew who she was, they said she wore the same symbol as the hero in Metropolis does but so far? He wasn't sure... He thought himself lucky to be saved by this heroine from time to time but it wasn't much really. She was also confirmed to be a blonde haired woman, confirming Y/N's suspicions further when being saved by the same woman again not too long ago.

But for the first time in his life... He almost counted himself lucky when meeting this one brunette haired girl after helping her with her dropped belongings...

Her name was Linda Lee, an orphan who was in fact the cousin of Clark Kent, who works at the Daily Planet stationed in Metropolis, it was a surprising fact that Linda was the cousin of a well-known journalist.

It weren't long until he and Linda crossed paths again, which was shortly after meeting, just randomly at a Popeyes in Midvale with her friend, Lucy Lane, soon getting along with each other and was even offered to come hang out with the two or just the one from now on, depending on what day it was, since he looked like he needed a friend or two.

At first he declined but he couldn't keep himself from looking at Linda every now and then, she was this... Smart and bright girl who seemed to look in the good of everyone, he wanted to know more about her, so he decided maybe it was for the best to accept being friends with Lucy and Linda, since her mother knew his mom which was a surprise.

The more he hanged out with those two, the more he became so engrossed about Linda, who was she? Where did she come from? She always had strange answers whenever Y/N asked where she came from, she'd always say "Earth" or "Argo" for that matter, even spurting out a "Kara" when introducing herself to Y/N's mother when they met.

It was... Quite odd, but that's what made him so fascinated about her, as much as she was interested in him even.

But when it came to dangers? Crime or anything involving that, Linda would mysteriously disappear and the reported heroine would appear, and while that happened, Y/N would try his best to keep any civilians at a safe distance as possible.

A weird occurrence happened with a construction vehicle once began to spiral out of control, like it was being possessed by something, and rampaged throughout Midvale with no one on the controls to even stop it.

Y/N had sprung himself into action, despite being told countless times to stop by onlookers and Lucy herself, eventually having climbed inside the vehicle to try and steer the vehicle away from civilians and trying to stop it, albeit to no success, or at least he thought it was a success after a few seconds went by when it finally stopped, before looking out to see that it wasn't stopped by his hand, but by another.

It was the same heroine that was reported to be keeping Midvale safe from harm whoever and whatever was causing harm, the heroine had forced the vehicle to a stop with her immense strength, leaving only a dent within the vehicle's hull.

Y/N had began to step out the vehicle upon the female's command, only to trip up and fall, but caught by the superheroine, which would normally make someone embarrassed if it had happened to someone else, but to him? He didn't feel embarrassed.

He felt entranced by her, her beautiful golden locks and that it blew in the wind much like her red cape, her perfect looking face, her perfect blue eyes, her lips that curved into a smile.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" she asked him after catching him, despite being looked at by the public of Midvale, her only concern was his safety.

"I... Y-Yes, I'm okay" he was stunned by her figure but there was something bothering him. "How do you know my name?".

The heroine smiled back at him before walking away from the excavator, still carrying him like a bride. "I just know" she said while putting him back onto his feet.

Call it a strange circumstance, the heroine looked awfully familiar to Linda Lee, the tone of voice, the look, the smile, it entranced him.

He asked the question on who was she, she answered with a name.

"Supergirl".

She flew off afterwards before giving Y/N one last smile and telling him to be safe, with many deeming her a wonderful marvel to see, the town's hero most had put, some thought of her as Superman's sister.

Linda would soon return after disappearing randomly during that time, with Lucy telling her she just missed the heroine swoop in to save the day, even teasing Y/N about being carried like a bride by her, which made his face flash a little red from the teasing.

It was a very strange circumstance how she returned after 'Supergirl' had left by flying on out, Linda returns, and even more so whenever danger had popped up nearby or somewhere else, she'd disappear and reappear later once it had been resolved.

It began happening more often than not as the weeks went by, though mostly Y/N had gone off to keep people safe and away from these certain dangers, just like his father would do if he were still around, Supergirl would try to resolve the situation to keep the dangers from getting to civilians.

There would be certain times when Y/N would be gifted flowers, which had his mom prompt into telling him he had a secret admirer and if only his father could see him now, of how much the man he is becoming, just like his father.

"Maybe I do have a secret admirer, but who?" he questioned, especially in the messages he had received, his actions were being praised, his heart of gold was being noticed. "And why?".

"That is not up for debate, son. Before me and your father met, he was a wealthy man that indulged in helping others before him, he raised many fundraisers to help the sick and homeless, helped many townsfolk the best he could. Why do you think the Hospital down in New York was named after him?" his mother sat down with him. "Midvale was built because of his family, he and his family showed kindness while others would not bat an eye to the problems that were before".

"But I'm not interesting, mom" Y/N responded with a downed-tone. "I mean... Does anyone really appreciate my actions? Do they only say they do because I'm around? Afraid they'd hurt me?" 

"Oh believe me, son... You are. And people are appreciating you. Jeffrey the other day dropped by to say thank you to us, to you. They were short-staffed that day and then came you, who helped load up their truck full of boxes, I heard the stuff they were loading was pretty heavy".

"It was" Y/N nodded before sighing. "What's this got to do with the fact that I have a secret admirer to begin with?" he then asked.

"Because you helped someone, I don't know who, but judging from the flowers and little cute notes? Someone definitely sees you as their favorite for helping them, and I feel like it could be someone you know" she made an obvious remark. "Could be Linda Lee, I sure know it wouldn't be Lucy, she's got her eyes on someone else".

"Y-You really think it would be Linda? Yeah, sure she's super and I like her, but... I don't know".

"If you like her, ask her out!" his mom encouraged him with a little shake on his shoulder. "I know you've liked her for some time, she is pretty adorable".

"Oh, great heavens" Y/N sighed to himself quietly, feeling his face heat up from embarrassment. "I'm just... I'm afraid she'd say no if I ask her out. She's just so... Perfect and I'm not".

"I'm inclined to disagree, son. You are perfect in your own way, just like Linda is perfect in her own right. Think over it, and don't be too late, because someone will take her from you".

He did carefully think about it, meeting Linda a few more times before eventually having built-up the courage to ask out Linda on a date, though leaving her confused at first, she began to understand what a "date" was, accepting Y/N's offer to go out on a date with him which felt surreal, Lucy was happy for the both, especially for Linda since it was gonna be Linda's first date as much as she was a little confused by the sudden reaction.

Sure... Linda also liked Y/N back, but she never did it as "Linda".

Y/N or Lucy never knew this... But Linda was in fact Supergirl herself, the brown hair was nothing but a wig, to fool them so she wouldn't have anyone batting an eye to a regular person, Linda Lee was a persona to blend in after getting intrigued by humanity.

Supergirl had been giving him the flowers and little notes, she made sure he knew his selfless actions were being praised and recognized, she was a superheroine, keeping the townsfolk safe, but Y/N was the town's own hero, making sure he was being recognized as one and not ignored like he had been since she began protecting Midvale.

It was supposed to be a simple and fun date, with them meeting at an amusement park however, Y/N had brought Linda flowers and even chocolates to show how much he cares about her.

But it was soon ruined by unsuspected danger from one of Superman's villains, Toyman, who was causing a ruckus to draw out Midvale's own heroine by transforming the amusement park into a whole nightmare fest with his creations, it was a shock to even see one of his villains cause this much chaos to begin with, all because he wanted throw hands with the ever so deemed "Girl of Steel" that had gotten across the newspapers everywhere in the United States.

Before the chaos erupted, Y/N offered to get her an ice cream, she stayed near one of the benches not far from where the ice cream was being sold to customers. And with that knowledge of leaving Linda on her own? Y/N had to search for her, despite his life being in danger from the threat of the villain that attacked the amusement grounds, a very familiar location to what Supergirl had been around within her last encounter with another villain.

Supergirl soon arrived however, to put a stop to the chaos that Toyman had created, seeing Y/N in danger and unconscious which only made the situation more tense that it should've been 

But thankfully... Supergirl soon apprehended Toyman, soon destroying his machinations and saving the amusement park from being overrun by Toyman's creations before the authorities showed up, but her concerns for Y/N soon caught up to her, knowing he was caught in the crossfire.

She scooped him up into her arms and flown out of the amusement park, flying overhead as Y/N began to regain consciousness, soon opening his eyes to see a familiar sight, but blonde hair instead of brunette hair.

His awakening had her fly down toward ground, near the shoreline next to a forest, where she was questioned on what happened, since he couldn't really remember, he was soon caught up with what happened and now finds himself in the presence of his hero once again, having already asked if she can do what her cousin can do.

"I should get going, I have to go back, those people at the amusement park might need me still. Stay here, I will come back for you" she began to walk off, presumably to leap into the air to fly, until Y/N spoke again. 

"Amusement park? Linda..." the name escaped his lips.

Supergirl turned around to face the young man, with a little shock on her expression.

"I... I left her there, we were on a date, she might be in trouble!".

The heroine let out a small smile in that response. "I'm sure she can take care of herself" she nodded.

"No, I have to go help her, she's probably looking for me still! I love her and I already screwed up by abandoning her" Y/N cursed at himself.

"Hey, hey" Supergirl approached the young man with a soft demeanor, still pretending she isn't standing in front of her date right at this minute. "You haven't screwed up, Linda is safe".

"But how do you know if she's safe?" Y/N argued back. "How do you know if I haven't screwed up? How can I have a heart of gold if I can't protect my own date? What if she's-".

"Do not worry, Y/N" she gently caresses' his hand, using a gentle notion to keep him calm. "I promise that Linda is not in trouble" she tried to calm him down further, trying to convince him otherwise that Linda was okay, knowing very well she can't keep up this game to convince him.

"I promised I'd protect her if anything were to happen to her, shield her even, even if she doesn't know that she doesn't deserve me, she deserves someone else probably".

"Then why did you ask her out?" Supergirl asked him, despite feeling something in her heart weigh down upon hearing him talk about himself like that.

"Because I like her, I... Love her?" he questioned, failing to see Supergirl's teething smile for a brief moment. "I do love her, yes... But I don't deserve her, she's perfect all around, and despite what my mom says, I'm not perfect, I never will be".

"Trust me as I say this. You do deserve her" Supergirl... Kara, soon found herself looking at his lips, the feeling of wanting to tell him, to show him, Linda was in fact alright and standing in front of him as he spoke. "To her, you're this heart of gold, someone who sees the better in many people, who helps others before himself, like those people in Midvale that load up those trucks, like the elderly woman that needs help crossing the street, or helping those people with those shopping bags. She sees the young man you really are, a sweet and gentle man who wants nothing more to help others that need it... Like a hero. That's what she thinks of you" she smiled, opting to comfort him further.

No... She was the hero, not him, he wouldn't allow it. He sighed in response to her words, even though sweet and caring... Just like...

Linda's words... Making him realize something about... The golden heroine of Midvale.

"Wait, how do you know that? How do you know what she thinks of me?" he then asked out of the blue.

This gave her the opportunity to show him how she knows, she knew it was only a matter of time before the cracks begin to show, she smiled to herself for a moment, using her super hearing to assess the amusement park, with the Fire Department having getting to work on freeing trapped civilians successfully.

"Because I... I know" she smiled, drawing her face closer to his.

Y/N soon took notice of this gesture from her, soon thinking back on something he thought about upon his first meeting with Supergirl and all the other times the two have glanced at one another.

His eyes soon begin to widen as he puts the pieces together in the short amount of time before he feels a pair of lips on his... Supergirl's lips...

Linda's lips.

Supergirl soon pulled back, giving him a small kiss on his lips to further seal the deal, her eyes open to meet his ones opening softly, a surprised smile soon creeping up on his lips.

"L-Linda" he only said with a shortness of breath. "You're... Her".

"Yes" Kara soon nodded with a gentle smile. "I am".

"Blonde hair really does suit you" he complimented, making her brightly smile" You... You really meant what you said there, didn't you?" he then asked her.

"Every last word" Feeling herself draw in again to capture his lips in hers, a soft smack soon playing after connecting lips for a second time with their eyes closing.

She felt his touch around her hips, holding her close to his body, not wanting to let go of his hero, who was in fact Linda this whole time.

Kara soon placed her arms around him gently, with their lips continuing to dance slowly with the water splashing against the shoreline gently.

"Linda" Y/N mumbled into Kara's lips, smiling through his second ever kiss, and even though it is, he was surely a good one judging from the way Supergirl was enjoying it. "I knew you were super, but I Didn't Think You Were This Super" he mumbled into her lips once more.

The latter pulled back and smiled at him, whilst opening her eyes to look at him again. "You mustn't tell anyone about this" she said with a serious tone.

"Does Lucy know?".

"No, but she will, in time" Supergirl answered, puckering her lips.

A moment of silence went by between them as they looked into each other's eyes, as Y/N pushed a strand of blonde hair that covered the S on her suit behind the heroine's ear, feeling how soft her real hair was, how gentle her cape felt when it brushed over his hand, the suit hugged her body warmly, at least from what he felt.

The only sounds heard were the gentle crashes of the water hitting the shoreline, birds chirping in the trees, the sun shining down onto the water ahead of them in their respective left and right.

Just a young couple, who's date went wrong, now spending it at this peaceful part of Midvale, safe and no person in sight... Just them.

"I know this might be a hard ask, but... Can you take me flying?" he innocently asks Supergirl, breaking the silence of the gentle waves and wind. "If you don't mind, I kinda want to know what it looks like really".

A teething smile appeared on the young caped woman's face. "Of course! I'd be happy to show you, hold my hand and I'll show you" she offered her hand and he took it.

"How are you going to hold me up?".

"With my strength, and hold on tight" she smiled with a wink, lifting him up with her into the air...

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Night had fallen upon the sky, the Moon illuminated the sky above as the water crashed upon the shoreline of the beach far ahead.

The wind blew gently through the hair of Supergirl, with her cape being picked up slightly as it was wrapped around by something... Someone.

She felt a little weight on her shoulder and someone hugging her arm tightly, feeling her warm embrace as she looked onto the ocean with the Moon reflecting off from it far ahead of her.

"So, your real name is Kara, right?" the silence that fell was broken by her date she continued to hang out with for the rest of the day. She turned her head slightly to look at the young man that placed his head on her shoulder, his face smudging against the gentle fabric on her shoulder.

"Yes, that's my birthname" she answered with a gentle tone. "Kara Zor-El, you can call me that when it's just us two" she proceeded to reveal furthermore about herself to him, she trusted him this much after all.

"That's a beautiful name" he whispered to her neatly, his hand tugging tightly at the cape wrapped around him and herself, watching the calm ocean together with her alone.

"You think so?".

"Yeah, I sure do" he looked at her before smiling, pushing himself up to peck her lips. "I'm glad you wanted to continue today's date after it went wrong at the park" he said showing gratitude to her efforts. "The flying was amazing especially".

"I'm glad to hear that" she smiled back at him. "I'd be happy to continue this".

"Continue us?" Y/N asked, seeing her lightly nod before his smile brightened. "I'd be happy too" he replied.

Kara briefly kissed his forehead before letting Y/N rest his head on her shoulder once again, not before yawning gently. "You tired?".

"Mhm" he mumbled. "I think I'd *yawn* like to sleep here with you, if you don't mind, it was a long day after all" he continued, beginning to close his eyes.

"I can take you back to your home while you sleep, if that's okay with you, I know we'll see each other tomorrow" she offered, making him open his eyes again to look at her.

"What about my mom? That means you'll-".

"I'll tell her" she interrupted politely with a gentle look on her face.

"Just prepare for her reaction, I'm sure she'll freak out that I'm dating a superhero now" he replied.

"Noted" she smirked, beginning to scoop him up with her cape unwrapping around him as she picks him up with complete ease.

"Gives me goosebumps that" he noted while resting his head on her, making Kara smile. "Thank you, I love you" he said before snoring off as Kara begins levitating up.

"I love you too, Y/N" she said back before taking flight...

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Fin...

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more doctor/curator pleeeaaaase? xo @hardly-an-escape

Far be it from me to deny anyone of more of these two sweet little whores... (I really really like them and will be back to their unhinged shenanigans after the Bang). More under the cut in the middle because NSFW.

Hob is shocked they make it past the entryway after the door to his flat closes behind them. 

But, let's be clear, the only reason they do is because Dream sees the tapestry that hangs in the library that opens to the left of the foyer.

The room has no windows, bookshelves from floor to high ceilings on all vertical surfaces except for the rectangle of glass that encases the textile art in a climate-controlled space. 

“My God, Hob,” Dream is walking towards it like he is being pulled in by a tractor beam on some spaceship, floating and not of his own volition. “Is this real?”

He comes up behind Dream and wraps his arms around the curator. “Aye,” he rests his chin on a black-clad shoulder, “family heirloom, late 14th century. The story is that one of my ancestors learned tapestry weaving in Paris and brought it back to Kent, taught her children, and their children. Gadling-made work supposedly hung in most castles in southern Britain by the mid-15th century. But this one was kept by the family. Why this particular tapestry over others is lost to time.”

A giant white horse rears up across the silken surface, narrowly avoiding the wolves that attack and weave around its legs. In the forest other beasts watch: owls, foxes, deer, squirrels, songbirds. It is very clearly not a unicorn, which is fascinating because it loses the religious symbolism typical of the period. The sun is setting in the background, making the leaves glow with a burnished copper color. 

“It is exquisite,” Dream whispers, leaning back into Hob. “And explains your preference for the Middle Ages.”

“Got it in one,” Hob chuckles. He pushes his hands up the front of Dream's shirt, presses his palms to the flat of his abdomen and digs his fingertips into the trail of dark hair that runs down the center.

Dream sways into it, going pliant in Hob's embrace. “So what's your desired order of operations, doctor? Far be it from me to choose a schedule that might endanger the lives of others by leaving you short on sleep.” He grabs one of Hob's hands and slides it down into his pants, where his cock is sticky and half-hard already. “Also, I think I have a Christmas present I might request of you.” He presses his arse into Hob's groin with a rolling motion, arching his back and moaning obscenely loud when Hob's fingers find the frenum piercing.

Fucking hell this man is such a perfect whore.

“Oh?” Hob murmurs, far more focused on cataloging every little sound and twitch that different tugs and twists of the piercing bring about. Dream is rock hard again within seconds, practically writhing against him, yet he is also the one stringing sentences together.

“Oh yes,” he rocks forward into Hob's hand then back into his crotch. “I want to ride your face until I come with your tongue buried in my arse, then turn around and ride your cock until I come again.”

Hob shivers and groans and uses his free hand to open Dream's fly so he has the space to fondle his bollocks. “You want that before or after I put on my leathers and ride you?” 

Dream cries out again, a generous spurt of precum ending up on Hob's hand when he tugs and twists the piercing; apparently a touch of pain isn't bad for this little dove. “Oh, after. Then I'll be on your face longer, waiting for my dick to get back into the game.”

“Mmm, then you'll be riding me even longer after that, just like you want, you insatiable slut.” Hob sucks on the side of his neck, digs his teeth in to bring a bruise to bloom. Dream moans and bucks with the hardest presses of teeth. “Like some pain with your pleasure, dove?”

“Only in small doses.” His long arms swing up and behind Hob's head, tugging his mouth back to his neck. “You?”

Hob gets distracted by expanding the hickey so it flows down to the top of Dream's shoulder. “Not my jam, but I am more than happy to do just about anything that turns my partner on.”

Dream laughs, breathless and happy-sounding, “No wonder you get typecast as a service top.”

Frustrated with the obstacle, Hob pulls Dream's shirt off, flings it somewhere to the side, then continues to paint the skin of his shoulder red and purple with his teeth. “And does everyone assume you're the twinky bottom?” He strokes Dream's cock slowly and grinds his own arousal into that pert little arse.

A gasp interrupts Dream's continued laughing as he grinds back, so much harder than before. “I love surprising people. Upending their expectations. Watching them lose their minds as I expertly take them apart, piece by piece.”

“Expertly?” He can't help but ask.

“What do they say, ten thousand hours to master a skill?” Dream sounds like such a smug little shit and Hob is beyond feral about it.

He moves one hand up to play with the hair on Dream’s chest, to tweak a nipple and hear that lovely little gasp again. “And how much practice have you had, sweet thing?”

“You sure you want the honest answer to that?” He can hear Dream's raised eyebrow.

“Go ahead. Shock me.”

“I stopped counting at one hundred seventy nine different partners.” 

Hob freezes, a whine oozing out through his teeth. Bloody fuck. 

“Hob?”

“Yeah, give me a sec. If I don't dissociate for a minute I am gonna come in my pants because Christ that is hot. Also explains a lot. My God, how many of those were multiples at once?”

Dream's laugh this time is a deep, sensuous rumble. “Not as many as you might think. And I’ve only been gang banged once.” He turns in Hob's arms, dislodging Hob's hand from his prick and leaning in to speak against Hob's lips, “But that was a long time ago. Now I am more interested in exploring how many different sensations I can have with one partner.”

“Oh, so you plan on going full fluid bond with me, do you?”

The blush on Dream’s face is a gorgeous, deep rose red. “I…” he looks down and away for only a moment and then holds his chin up high, proud and perfect, “yes.”

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wip i'll probably never finish bc i forgot what i was doing with it

Clark Kent, who catches it bad one day.

You've been best friends with him since elementary school, just the two of you against the world. So, sleepovers weren't out of the ordinary for the two of you.

You're sprawled out on his couch, drool pooling on the cushion beneath you. Your legs are draped over his lap, one arm thrown over your eyes and the other dangling off the edge of the couch.

He find himself adjusting your jumper where it rides you, covering your midriff and patting your hip softly.

He lets his hand rest there a moment. He tells himself it's because your pajama pants are soft. It is a ridiculously soft pair, but he knew that because his legs are clad in a matchinh pair.

The thought brings a flush to his cheeks, but he likes the way you feel against him. Your body fits so well against him, always had.

In moments like these, he's convinced he was made for you. He's always been a freak, never really understood what or why he was.

But you said he was perfect, and he believed you.

He doesn't realize he's been playing with your hand until you intertwine your fingers with his and crack your eyes open. When had you stopped snoring?

His eyes soften and an even dopier smile crawls up his face.

"Good morning", He speaks quietly as you blink the sleep out of your eyes.

"Mornin', angel..", you grumble as you sit up.

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The salty air of Happy Harbor whipped through Angela Tall Mountain's braided hair, a stark contrast to the nervous flutter in her stomach. Today was a big day - a "date" with Ava Jones, the girl with the perpetually blue-streaked hair and an artistic eye that could capture the soul of a sunset.

A year had passed since Angela, her brother Evan, and their found family – Dick Grayson, Wally West, Connor Kent, Artemis Crock, M’gann M’orzz, and Kaldur’ahm – had escaped the suffocating walls of Arkham Asylum. They were healing, slowly but surely, under the watchful eyes of Angela's two moms, figures of strength and love who embraced them without question.

"Don't worry, Angie," Evan had chirped earlier, as he meticulously styled his hair in front of the bathroom mirror. "We'll make sure this 'date' is perfect. No supervillains, no creepy guys, just pure, unadulterated romance."

Angela rolled her eyes, already sensing disaster brewing. "Evan, I appreciate the thought, but please, just let me have a normal day."

Normal wasn't exactly in the cards when your best friend was a Romani hacker from Arkham, and your other best friend was a speedster with a penchant for chaos.

Sure enough, as Angela adjusted her jacket and prepared to meet Ava, Kaldur approached, his Atlantean features etched with disapproval. "Angela, I must express my reservations. Invading your privacy in this manner is… inappropriate."

"I tried, Kaldur," Angela sighed, glancing towards the living room where Dick was already tapping away at a laptop. "But you know them. It's three against one."

Dick looked up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Operation: Perfect Date is a go! We've got cameras hacked, disguises ready, and Wally's even brushed up on his flirting skills – just in case Ava needs a little… encouragement."

Angela groaned. This was going to be a long day.

When she finally met Ava near the pier, the girl smiled, her blue hair shimmering in the sunlight. "Ready for some art and awkward conversation?" she asked, her voice laced with gentle humor.

Angela grinned, instantly feeling more at ease. "Definitely. And maybe some pizza."

Little did she know, the awkwardness was just getting started.

They were strolling through a quaint boutique, admiring handmade jewelry, when a loud, overly-enthusiastic voice boomed from behind them. "Well, hello there, ladies! What brings you lovely creatures to this fine establishment?"

Angela turned to see a man with a fake mustache, an ill-fitting Hawaiian shirt, and an unnervingly wide smile. It was Wally, of course.

"I don't believe we've met," Angela said, trying to keep a straight face.

"The name's... Marty Pie," Wally declared, puffing out his chest. "And I'm sure this beautiful young woman," he gestured towards Ava, "doesn't know anyone as handsome and funny as me."

Ava raised an eyebrow, glancing at Angela with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "Do you know this man?"

"Absolutely not," Angela said, grabbing Ava's hand and pulling her towards the door. "Let's get that pizza."

At the pizza parlor, they were seated at a cozy booth. Just as they started to relax and discuss the abstract art they had seen earlier, their waiter approached. He was tall, lanky, and awkwardly balancing a tray piled high with pizzas. As he got closer, Angela recognized the familiar mole on his neck.

"Evan?!" she exclaimed.

The waiter stumbled, nearly dropping the pizzas. "I… I don't know any Evan," he stammered, his voice muffled by a poorly glued-on beard. "My name is Marco, and I'm here to serve you the best pizza in Happy Harbor!"

Before Angela could react, another waiter, clad only in his underwear, burst from the back room, yelling, "That's him! He tied me up and stole my uniform!"

Chaos erupted. Marco (aka Evan) darted through the crowded restaurant, the underwear-clad waiter hot on his heels. Pizzas flew, screams filled the air, and Angela knew she had to get Ava out of there.

"Pizza to go," she told a bewildered-looking busboy, grabbing Ava's hand again.

They finally found refuge at a local art gallery, a quiet haven filled with colorful paintings and intricate sculptures. For a few minutes, Angela dared to hope that the madness was over.

Then, the lights dimmed, multicolored heart-shaped spotlights illuminated their corner of the gallery, and a cheesy romantic ballad began to play over the loudspeakers.

Angela groaned. This had Dick Grayson written all over it.

Suddenly, the gallery's PA system crackled to life. "Attention, everyone! Let's give a big round of applause for our two lovebirds, Angela and Ava! May their love bloom like a beautiful sunflower in the spring!"

Angela snapped. "Dick Grayson, I know you're watching! I know you can hear me! Turn off the music and stop spying on us!"

The music continued, louder than ever. Other patrons stared, whispering and giggling. Ava looked pale and bewildered.

"I… I think we should go," Ava said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Angela grabbed the pizza and led Ava out of the gallery, mortified. "I'm so sorry," she said, as they sat down on a bench at the end of the pier, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves. "My friends… they're a little overprotective."

Ava was silent for a moment, then surprisingly, she started to giggle. "That was… quite an experience. Like a sitcom episode come to life. But, um, is it usually like this when you hang out with people?"

Angela chewed on her lip. "No, usually it's just…supervillains."

Ava burst out laughing. "Okay, now I really want to be your friend. And maybe have a normal date at some point. One without fake waiters, Hawaiian shirts or declaration of love broadcasted on speakers."

Angela smiled. "I'd like that a lot."

After a moment of comfortable silence, Ava leaned in and kissed Angela. It was soft, gentle, and surprisingly perfect, considering the day's events.

Meanwhile, hidden behind a stack of crates on the pier, Dick, Wally, and Evan watched the scene unfold. They exchanged awkward glances.

"So," Wally said, scratching his head. "I guess we… messed up?"

"A little," Dick admitted sheepishly.

"Maybe we should just leave them alone?" Evan suggested.

Kaldur, who had been silently observing from a distance, nodded approvingly. "Indeed. Some moments are best left unobserved."

Dick, Wally, and Evan slipped away, leaving Angela and Ava to their pizza, their laughter, and the quiet magic of a first kiss, finally free from the well-intentioned but disastrous meddling of their friends. They had learned a valuable lesson: sometimes, the best way to help someone have a perfect day is to simply let them have it. Even if they are the Arkham teens.