#kon el x reader

[normal-internet-user]

BEING ADOPTED INTO THE KENT FAMILY WOULD INCLUDE...

Showing up at the Kent family farm nervous as all hell.

Your new parents did their best to make you comfortable and at ease on the rather long drive to your new home,

But nerves were natural.

And such was evident at your rather quiet approach.

You didn't really feel like chatting, even if your new parents seemed nice enough.

It was... weird.

You went from living in city suburbs with couples looking to make themselves look better by adopting a 'troubled teen' to being surrounded by corn in the middle of nowhere Kansas.

You had two new brothers appearently. According to Lois.

Jon and Kon.

Funny.

When you'd met Clark he seemed like he was deliberatly trying to make himself smaller and less threatening.

Which was kinda funny because of how comically jacked he was for a reporter.

Your first night wasn't too overwhelming.

Your new family gave you time to settle in, and you even had your own room which was super nice.

It was like a complete blank slate, completely your own to make cozy and comfy.

You settled in surprisingly quickly, Jon was definitly a big help in putting you at ease.

He took it upon himself to show you how to do the chores.

Weeding the garden, feeding the animals, and changing their hay, it was a great way to get to know your little brother.

He also roped you into staying up a little later to play video games in his room.

You were almost positive Clark and Lois knew, and just didn't say anything.

Kon was like the cool brother that showed up to be your partner in crime then dipped.

He didn't live on the farm, he had told you he was roommates with afew of his friends.

Like one of those early 2000's sitcoms.

Clark did his absolute best to be the father figure you'd never actually had.

He helped with your schoolwork, encouraged your hobbies and was overjoyed to give you advice when you asked.

For such a big guy, it was certainly decieving.

He was like tne sweetest person you'd ever met, and even taught you how to do things like crochet and bake.

Lois is a powerhouse of a mother.

If you have any problems in school she's on it before it can become an issue.

Bullying? Dealt with.

Bad grades? What's the problem, sweety?

And as you started to get more... comfortable in your new home, you noticed that there were some odd things about your new family.

Regular everyday things resulted in broken items.

Wether it was Clark breaking a glass,

Jon breaking the handle on the barns sliding door,

Even Kon accidentally broke the faucet when he visited.

Speaking of Kon.

He sure visits alot for someone who lives out of state.

Huh.

He must be spending a whole lot on plane tickets.

And the whole family was weirdly aware of like- everything.

The only way you could logically explain it was that it's because Lois and Clark are reporters?

But, like, that also doesn't make sense?

How did Clark know you were in the kitchen at like 2am? His and Lois' room was upstairs all the way down the hall.

No way he heard you.

Not to mention the weird amount of "work calls" he had to run off to.

And Jon had a strange amount of school field trips.

Something was up with your new family.

And maybe it was time to delve into the family buisness.

Reporters uncovered secrets afterall.

And this family had a lot of them.

@zeep-wuz-here I did the thing... (>_<)

Reader is gonna do some snooping uh-huh. Mini reporter in the making digging up the ✨️secrets✨️

[gatorbites-imagines]

Heyy!! I see your requests are opened again!

What if Kon was dating a masc reader who also has smell being a big part of their culture?

Like they are both scenting eachother and cuddling, Reader getting jealous if Kon smells a little too much like someone else.

And unlike with kyrtontians, humans can hear the reader purr.

Conner Kent/Kon-El x male reader

Headcanons

You are from an alien species, something that was connected to krypton one way or another thousands of years ago, leading you to sharing some similarities to Conner and other kryptonians.

Things like scent, marking and touch was important for both of your cultures, though for Conner it was more of an instinctual thing than for you, where it was rather something taught in most ways.

After the two of you started dating, you both also learned you had a similar organ in your throats that allowed you to purr, except the one you possessed had an extra muscle that made it possible for most beings to hear when you purred.

This meant of course you had to work on not purring at the wrong times, unlike Conner who could purr whenever he wanted since the only ones that could hear him were other kryptonians and yourself.

Conner would tease you by purring at you, which on instinct would make you purr at him in return, since you two care for one another in that instinctual way. He always ends up snickering when you give him the most unamused look when he does this.

You two are regularly found cuddling, be it on the couch, in the kitchen or even when there’s small breaks during training. You both end up subconsciously scenting one another without truly realizing.

It just feels right, so its only when someone asks what you two are up too, that you two realize you’ve been rubbing your chins on the others shoulders and scenting the other. Your both a little flustered about that in the beginning, until you both come to the conclusion that its equally important for both of you.

So after that you two just continue cuddling and scenting one another, though you are both conscious about it now and try to only do it when it wont get in the way of other people in some way.

The cuddling you two always results in the both of you purring, but since you are the only one people can hear, you tend to be the one your friend’s tease. Of course they don’t mean it maliciously, they find you two adorable together, like a pair of big cuddly cats.

There has even been times when you have been in a horrible mood, so Wally wanted to try out a theory of his. The speedster walked up to you where you were sitting and brooding, and showed you a video he had taken of Conner the day before.

You started purring out loud when you saw the video, your mood getting better at seeing your lover, even if it was just a video. Wally will find it hilarious and will never let you live it down.

The importance of scent has also lead to some issues, mainly you both getting jealous on an instinctual level when the other smells too strongly of other people.

This is resulted in you hugging Conner from behind when he’s talking to one of your friends and rubbing your neck and face all over his shoulders and upper back to get your scent to be the dominating one on him.

But Conner is just as bad, having crawled into your lap and rubbed himself up against you to get his scent on you, when your just sitting on your teams couch and hanging out with the other.

Your friends and teammates have gotten so used to you two acting like this though that they don’t react much, when either of you do this. They probably use your possessive streak in a way to tease you and prank you.

They have taken so many videos and pictures over the years of You and Conner cuddling and purring that it’s become kind of an inside joke in your friend group, and at times youll drag your friends into the cuddle pile, but for the most part its just you and Conner.

[kittycurations]

Making dirty boys blush …

feat. Dick Grayson, Wally West, and Kon-El.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀MINORS DNI! 18+ CONTENT.

cw. gn!reader, unprotected sex, mentions of filling (creampie.), overstimulation if you squint. Hasn’t been proofread.

note. I’ll probably make these into individual oneshots one day but for now, have these small drabbles of y/n being…naughty with their bf (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀· · ──────── · ❤︎ · ──────── · ·

✧ ﾟ 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍.

“Take the condom off,” you huff, hands gripping onto the loose tee Dick wore. “Baby wants me that bad, hm?” Dick grunts as you rode on his lap, hands having a stern grip on your hips. You nod needily, pressing your lips against his. It was a sloppy kiss, one that signaled that you and him were close to that euphoric feeling. “Please, I want you to watch as you fill me.” You muttered between the kiss as Dick was taken aback. Where’d this come from? This new side of you was making him hot, his trusts becoming sloppy. Dick lifted you up, pulling the soaked condom off and tossing it aside before sliding himself back in, thrusting into you until the both of you are sharing your release, ropes of liquid filling you.

“Look at you…” he huffed, slowly pulling out as hazy blue eyes looked down to watch the mixture leak out. “Where’s my good girl at?” He teased, his thumb gently rolling circles on your tender clit, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

✧ ﾟ 𝐊𝐎𝐍-𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓.

“Shh, baby. You don’t want them to hear you,” Kon placed a small kiss along your jaw, his thick fingers rubbing and curling in your walls before you bit down on your lip, huffing a bit. “Maybe I want them to. let them know who I belong to.” you whispered, finger drawing sensual circles on his chest as he let out a taut chuckle, an eyebrow raising. “Woah, don’t say things that’ll embarrass you later, princess.” he smirked before pulling his fingers out, your hand taking his drenched one and bringing it towards your mouth to suck on them. “Or, do you want them flirting with me? Not knowing I belong to someone as hot as you?” You press against his clothed hard on that was still growing in size.

A devilish grin grew on Kon’s face, jealousy brewing in his system. “You’re gonna regret you ever said that,” his voice was low, making you feel a knot in your stomach. “Good.” You smirked as he went on to fucking you until you’re crying and running on fumes.

✧ ﾟ 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓.

The flirt himself in the flesh, hovering right above you, dawning that smirk while having his fingers interlocked with yours as you’re pinned beneath him. “You gonna fill me up, Wally?” You catch him off guard, your sultry words making heat flush to his cheeks. He dipped his head towards your neck to hide the fact that he was blushing, lips pressing gently against the nape of your neck. “Whatever you want and more, baby.” He hummed, hand pushing your legs open as he sandwiched his cock between your wet folds. “Mind using your powers~?” You bat your eyelashes, hoping he gave in this time, in which he did.

The multiple orgasms that he made you have was enough to make you unable to think, hands clutched on his strong shoulders as he huffed. You were leaking his and your cum, body trembling under him while wet eyes looked at him. “You alright, baby?” Wally sighed out in satisfaction, his hands at the side your head as he pressed his lips against your tears to comfort you.

[intriq]

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Character: Conner Kent/Kon-El

Theme: Angst with a happy ending [for fucking once]

Word Count: 555

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It's insane how long Conner has liked you. It practically drives himself and others up the wall with how he's insistent on the fact you deserve better than him, some clone of Superman.

He's liked you since he first saw you, and you've liked him since.. Well, since you also first saw him. But somehow you just can't seem to notice that he likes you back.

Truth be told there was no chance he couldn't like you. All it took was for you to say a few words and he was swooning for you. Every word you spoke he committed to memory. Just a few brief encounters with you at first and his heart was yours.

But he still felt as if he didn't deserve you.

Yes, maybe he hits on you and just about everyone else [totally not you more than others]. But it's just him being friendly, right? That's what you so desperately tell yourself.

It's what your convinced of when you finally work up the courage to confess to him, pouring your feelings out with a stumbled speech. He's just being friendly, because he rejects you.

Truth be told, Conner likes you. He really, really does, don't get him wrong. But he thinks you deserve better. After all, he's nothing more than some clone of Superman. You deserved a real person. Not whatever he was.

Conner's convinced he did you right, turning you away. He's convinced he's done the right thing by swallowing his feelings down to send you off to love someone else. Distracts himself with going on random dates with others, even though you are all that is on his mind the entire time.

He's convinced of that until one day he's talking with Tim one day. The conversation eventually turns to you, and gods the look Conner has on his face when Tim talks about having heard you have Hanahaki Disease, he's rising to his feet.

He's already practically folded by the time he's seen you. Regretting those stupid fucking words when he'd rejected you. For your own good, really? That was so stupid, he thinks. He rejected you for you to find someone better, and instead you're dying because you still like him.

Instead of going to your apartment door like any normal person, he instead lands himself on your balcony, knocking on your sliding glass door. And the moment you open the doors he's got his arms wrapped around you, babbling numerous apologies.

Because god, he can't stand the thought of you dying over some stupid feelings you've got for him. And he likes you too, he's just convinced you deserve someone else. But hey, if your going to be stubborn, then maybe he should take the chance to be a little selfish.

"I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't mean it, I swear. I do like you, I really do. So please, don't die over me rejecting you because I think and know you deserve better than someone like me. Maybe let me take you out? Maybe a dinner date or something?"

And how could you say no, when he's asking so nicely?

How could you say no when he's practically on his knees, begging by the time he's done talking?

Of course, you two get a happy ending. One that you both deserve, no doubt.

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[writerstradedy]

Mystery Jacket

Superboy (Kon-El Kent) x Batsis! Reader

━━━━ what happens when her brothers find superboys jacket in their sisters room?

warnings: suggestive content, 18+ characters.

You did a little twirl, you looked nice. Making sure your attire was comfortable enough for your preference. You planned to sneak out again tonight to see Kon. It was kept a secret in fear of your families reaction. Mainly because they were extremely protective over you. Most of the time it was sweet, cute, harmless things they would do but knowing you're in a relationship might be too much for them to handle. You and him have been together for some time now. When everyone was gone on patrol or sleeping you would leave. Occasionally you would also meet in your hero personas. Regardless, Bruce gave you the day off and you're taking full advantage.

You looked yourself over one last time before leaving. You two were supposed to meet at a cafe, then you'll both go to your secret place in the woods. As cheesy as it sounds this was actually where you two met. It was unknown to anyone else and had a beautiful view of a lake overseeing a hill. You looked around to make sure your family didn't happen to patrol and see you. Luckily you made it just in time, Kon waved at you from the window with a dorky grin on his face. You smile back and enter sitting down in front of him at the booth.

"Hey, babe," Kon reached out to kiss your hand, "Hows the most beautiful gal in the universe doing?" You snorted, "better now that I'm with you, you cheese ball." His grin grew, "yeah but that's the part you love about me!" Bashfully you looked away a small smile playing in your lips. "Yeah, yeah.. we should get going before my family patrols neer here." You both got up, holding each other's hands as he held the door open for you. "Well aren't you a gentleman," You teased. "Thank you."

"No problem, gorgeous." He later scooped you up and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Ready?" You gave a nod and he jumped up in the air, the wind was blowing and you held onto him tighter. You know that he would never drop you but it still made you feel more secure to be so close to him. You cracked open your eyes seeing the city down below, "if I could fly, I'd do it all day if this is what I see." He chuckles, "beautiful, right?"

"Yes, very." Soon enough you both landed at your secret location, there already was a picnic set up for the both of you-- curtsey of Kon. He sets you down and you gasp, "Kon, this is amazing!" Quickly you give him a peck on the lips, catching him by surprise. A light blush came on his face as he scratched the back of his head. "Well you always said you wanted to have a picnic here, so..." Smiling you grab his hand and pulled him down to sit on the blanket. "The view is breath taking!" You could see all the city lights, from afar it doesn't look to bad. Just a regular city. For a minute you just let the peace sink in and you let your guard down. You rest your hand on his, staring in his eyes. With him you feel safe, a comfort you didn't know you needed. Your other hand held his cheek, "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world." You pull him in for a kiss, which he happily returns. You break apart only to climb onto his lap and kiss again.

Your hands roamed over his clothed chest, while his went down to your lower back. It wouldn't be the first time both of you had gotten into a heated makeout session, but you both have been so busy. The built of tension from weeks of not being able to see each other finally coming out tonight.

Despite the cold air and breeze every so often, you felt warm, heating off of one anothers bodies. It was easy to get lost in pleasure like this.

You were both left panting by the end of it. Embracing each other, cooling off your bodies. You kissed his nose, "I wish we could stay we forever..." he nods, "same, the things we could do.." he trails off, and you playfully smirk. "Oh, let what?" Kon looks over at you, "I think you know what I mean."

You slowly untangled yourselves, putting back on your clothes. Unfortunately for you, you were still cold. Kon noticed this and offered you his jacket which you gladly accepted. You opened the basket, seeing pop, water and some cookies and sandwiches. You both dig in, eating whatever you desired. The night was starting to come to an end, and as much as you wanted to stay forever-- your family would soon notice your disappearance.

He scooped you up like he had before, leaping in the air to take flight. He flew with you in his arms, and you took note of the time.

2:34 AM

They should be retiring for the night, assuming that it was a slow night. It wasn't uncommon for some of the family to pull all nighters to keep up with the criminals. You saw the mansion and made sure that Kon was careful with the highly advanced security. Your window was open for you to climb through.

You quietly crept inside, turning back to give Kon one last kiss. "Thanks, and be safe flying." He signed, "okay, that bird incident was one time." You laughed, "love you, Kon- good night." You blew him a kiss with he caught before flying off. You shut your window. Only realizing that you are still wearing his jacket. You rush back to the window to see if he is still there. Nope, he's gone.

You sighed, "I'll make sure to give it back next time I see him." You shut your curtains and take off his jacket. You looked around, before taking a smell of his jacket. As weird and embarrassing as it sounded you did enjoy wearing his things. You ended up throwing the jacket on your desk and plopped down on the bed. You were far too exhausted to do anything else.

The next morning you were greeted with sunlight peaking in through the curtains. It was the weekend-- thankfully. You didn't feel like dealing with your professors today. You changed into something more comfortable and did your normal morning routine. You looked over at the jacket on your desk, you family very rarely enters your room-- plus you didn't feel like hiding it. So instead you walked into the hallway. Jason and Dick left the mansion awhile ago to leave on there own.

However, they do drop by now and again. You sat down at the breakfast table, "Mornin' Tim." You grab some coffee and Tim looks up at you, "what is that on your neck?" You stop, "what?"

"It looks like you have a hickey on your neck." Tim gets up and walks over to you, probably to get a closer look. You slap your hand over your neck, "oh yeah that-- it is just a burn from my curling iron. Yeah... that." He doesn't look like he believes you in the slightest. "Well bye!" You rush out forgetting your coffee. You turn down the hall and bump into Dick, "wow, there kiddo- what's the rush?"

"Oh nothing," you say quickly. He eyes your suspiciously. You never were good at lying. Tim comes around the corner sipping his coffee. "She is in a rush because of the hickey on her neck." You glare at him. "What???" Dick looks at you then Tim. "Where?" Tim takes another long sip. "Her hand is covering it."

"Y/N, move your hand." Dick demands. You freeze. "Uh- no." You duck past him and make a bee line for the door. The front door opens and you run into Jason. "Hey- watch it!"

You hear Dick yell, "Stop her!" Jason confused let's you pass and you run away. You hear Dick arguing with Jason the further you get.

Dick sighs, "well she is gone now." Jason looks around, "can someone please tell me what is going on??" Bruce walks down the stairs. "Yes, tell me, what is happening? And where is Y/N?"

Damian approaches from behind Bruce, "Todd, what did you do?" Jason glares, "what did I do? I just got here!" Tim takes a loud sip, far to tried to care. "Y/N is dating someone- we don't know who." Bruce laughs, "very funny, I am sure that if she was she tell us."

Dick looks over at him. "She has a hickey, Bruce."

Bruce stops, his face paling. "What."

The next thing they did was go to "investigate" your room. Where they had found Superboys jacket. "Shes dating Superboy?" Tim asks holding up his jacket. Damian recoils in disgust. "And I thought father had bad taste."

"Well she is legally an adult- she can make adult decisions." Jason defended. "But why not tell us?" Dick intervened. "Does she not trust us?" He was kinda hurt by this. He would never judge you- you're family to him.

Damian tsked, "clearly she is embarrassed by her choice that she hid it." Jason rolled his eyes. "Bruce how are you handling this?"

Bruce had not talked yet. He finally says, "Get the kryptonite."

[internalsealpanic]

Three Times You forgot Your Glasses Plus the One Time Kon Remembered

Summary: Various things I’ve put my glasses through but with more Kon Kent involved. a/n: In celebration of me getting my eyes checked after a year, here is a fic about glasses. Thanks to @glorified-red for the ideas and @littleredwing89 for proofreading and the banner Warnings: Abuse of glasses

1: Monster Madness

You watch the blood splatter with mild disinterest, mind more concerned with the weird zig-zagging of the camera and the plethora of cheap-looking animatronics. You really should go to a theme park for Halloween.  Or you could just get the animatronics. You did promise Bart to give him a heart attack after that incident during April Fools but... it's a Friday night and both you and the week are winding down so here you are flat on your stomach squinting at your laptop with your cheeky boyfriend.

"Heads up!" The man on screen says tossing a severed head.

"Someone has finally beaten you for the worst catchphrase of the year," Kon says.

You run a cold toe over his leg. "Suck this was not that bad." You grouse, earning you a snort from Kon.

"Leave the catchphrases to the professionals."

"Right," you say, looking back at the screen."Somehow our apartment is more cluttered than the horror mansion."

"Dunno what you mean," Kon mumbles, squishing his face to his arm.

You squint, "Did you miss the sock in the dishwasher or did I hallucinate that?"

"Vivid hallucination."

You squint at him even louder and Kon just hums at you.

"Ok," he sighs, angling his body towards you. "I may or may not have been less than sober."

You hum, "I think you were high on pixie sticks."

"Hey, sugar high is a real problem, gorgeous."

"Sure, it is." You giggle running a hand through his curly hair and brushing your thumb against his cheek. He's so warm and cute and the smile on his face makes your insides all fuzzy.

"Just keep watching the movie, doll," Kon says, kissing your wrist.

The movie prattles on getting more and more ridiculous as it goes on. You and Kon weren't really expecting quality but this was a different ball game.

"This looks like a lingerie commercial," you snicker.

"Is this not why you suggested this movie?"

"It most certainly is not," you huff as a child explodes on screen. A wire-y feeling takes over your body. You feel so light and airy. Your head is drifting away.

"You're going to fall asleep with your glasses on," Kon says, poking your cheek.

You nudge your foot to his as you knock your head lightly against his shoulder. Your lids feel heavy. A yawn rolls off your lips as if the concept of tiredness and sleep did not exist until Kon had spoken it into existence.

You blink slowly mind focusing on light smudges on the lenses. You're not particularly forgetful, not really. You're just tangled with your neurons all firing in 7 different directions, 14 if you're on the cusp of sleep, and none of them ever seem to register that your eyesight isn't actually worth a damn. You tilt your head, squishing your face into Kon's hand. "Just remind me then."

"What if I forget?" Kon asks, tangling his leg with yours. His hand threads through your hair and the warm pressure of it makes your eyelids feel even heavier.

You blow out a breath. "The world will explode." You boop Kon's nose for effect.

Kon grins, delicately wrapping his hand around yours and kissing your fingers. "Guess I better not forget, huh gorgeous?"

"Mhmm."

Kon's not entirely sure when he'd fallen asleep or who'd fallen asleep first. He opens his eyes to see your face illuminated but the changing colors of the screen, a scene he can barely make out reflected on your glasses which are now smudged and crooked on your face. You are incurably adorable.

"Babe," Kon whispers softly, rubbing your back.

You moan and squeeze your eyes tighter.

Kon looks at the clock and winces. "Babe, it’s 1 AM." He kisses the crown of your head and shakes your shoulder.

"Then why are you awake?" You ask, still not opening your eyes.

Your face is squooshed into your arm while your hand is intertwined with his. Kon curses himself for not charging his phone. Maybe he can use yours but that meant getting up and letting go of your hand.

"Your glasses are still on."

"How else am I supposed to see my dreams?"

"Pfff, you’re a nerd you know that, right?" Kon kisses your nose.

Your nose scrunches. "Hnnnnnn, sounds like your type. Now go back to sleep."

Kon lets out a soundless laugh. "Lemme just..." He takes off your glasses, very careful not to jostle you too much. He folds your glasses neatly on your laptop and uses his tactile kinesis to move both.

He pulls you into his chest as he closes his eyes.

2: Kiss in the Rain

"I'm just gonna get a quick shower before we go!"

"Quick means I can sneak in a two-hour nap," Kon says, plopping on the couch.

You click your teeth and stick your tongue out at him from the door.

He burrows into the blanket you'd left there the night before. "Wake me when you’re ready." He says smugly but annoyingly endearing.

"Or I could just leave you and grab brunch with the others."

"You would never."

"Pretty confident aren't you?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"Yeah," he says smiling into the soft fabric, "cus it's my turn to pay."

You purse your lips and try your best to death glare at him.

He hums waiting for your undoubtedly witty response . "I won’t be long," You huff, throwing your shorts in his face.

Kon waves the shorts like a flag.  "I'll be waiting, Babe!"

You loudly stop into the room, your footsteps sounding wet against the hardwood floor.

Kon yawns and stretches, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What’s wrong, doll?" He has to slap his hand on his mouth when he sees you.

You pad around the room with your obviously drenched glasses, feeling for your glasses cleaner.

"You forgot again, huh?" He snickers helpfully.

You turn to him sharply. "No, I decided to see if my conditioner would work on them."  You say elongating your syllables to convey your frustration.

"You always did say you wanted to kiss in the rain without getting wet." He laughs, sitting up and ruffling his bed head.

"Very helpful." You hiss, picking through odd bits of life on your coffee table. You really need to clean your apartment. You run a hand through your wet hair. "Have you seen my eyeglass cleaner?"

Kon rests against the couch. "You mean the one in the sink?"

You shoot up. "Fuck."

"We could."

"Oh fuck you," you throw a chip at him. "Do you know where my spare is?"

"Nnnn, in my jacket."

You pause to look at him. "Which one?"

"The leather one."

"Which one?"

Kon thinks it over. "The one with studs."

"Ah." You shuffle through the closet and find your spare covered cheese and what looks to be mold. You gag and toss it into the trash.

You sigh dramatically as you walk back into the living room, your glasses still very smudgy and very wet. Standing in front of Kon, you pout crossing your arms. There wasn’t much either of you could really do about it but you weren’t really sure how to work off your now sour mood.

Kon smiles up at you indulgently. "C'mere," he says, putting his hand on the back of your neck.

You let him pull you in as if gravity had taken hold of your body instead of Kon. Then again, was there really any difference?

Your lips meld together in a warm embrace. They push and pull at each other seeking out every curve and ridge til their shapes are imprinted on each other's skin. You gently push Kon back, not breaking the kiss, and settle yourself on his lap. He traces a hand up your spine, lips curving into a smile as every nerve in your body awakens to his touch.

You eventually break for air but not before nibbling on his bottom lip. "That's not how people kiss in the rain." You say breathlessly.

Kon tilts his head to the side, obviously equally breathless even as he cuts you a sharp grin. "How would you do it?"

"Like this." You brush your thumb against his cheek before swooping in for another kiss.

3: Steamy Kon pulls back his shades over his head like a headband as he tells you about Tim smacking into a building in an effort to avoid an alien. He tells the story with an enthusiastic swoop of his hand and a voice that rises just above the jumbled sounds of the diner.

You slouch into your moldy seat, wondering if a supervillain was somehow close by or if supervillains avoided the Midwest like the plague. Maybe you should move to the Midwest or not... They may have more diners without chocolate chip pancakes. They really should consider serving that market, you think, only half-listening to Kon's story.

"You know that anyone can hear you, right?" You say, tilting the fluffy mess of pancake batter and blueberries the size of pebbles. The underside drips a thick midnight blue and the only evidence of the pancake batter is the sweet smell of butter intertwined with the rich tangy scent of blueberries.

"Unlike you city folk, we mind our own business," Kon waves you off with a mouthful of pancakes. For once, he sounds particularly Kansan as if the whole clone thing had just been some fever dream you had after watching too many 50s sci fi movies. Or maybe Kansas has a Twilight zone effect on him that strips all the city out of him. He’d even exchanged his leather jacket for a plaid button-up.

"The English language does not have nearly enough words to fully express how much of dork you are." You say inanely picking at your pancakes.

Kon narrows his eyes at you, blue bleeding out from his pretty lips. You cover your own to hide a smile. "You're just saying that." He rolls his eyes at you.

"Trust me I don't need Lex's lab to prove that you're a dork." You cut into your pancakes ignoring how the blue will likely stain your new Superboy hoodie. "I can see it even without my-" Your glasses fog up.

"You were saying, sweetcheeks."You can tell from the silhouette beyond the haze that Kon is being a smug little shit. He leans closer, blowing on your face. "Maybe they’re steaming up because I’m such hot stuff." You can't see but you're pretty sure that he has a grin you want to slap off.

You jab your fork at the air to shoo him away from your poor glasses. "Well, I  can least leave you and your ego alone while I eat in peace." You huff. The corners of your mouth are finding it extremely hard to stay down.

"As if! You'll be staring at me with those heart eyes the whooooole time," Kon says leaning forward. The tip of his finger presses against the wide lens of your glasses.

"Did you just forget how fog works?" You ask when Kon falls back into his seat.

"A little."

You let out an incredibly undignified snort as you take your glasses off.  You trace the smudgy path his fingers left before putting your glasses back on.

Kon's lovestruck expression is framed in smudgy in a smudgy heart.

Kon tries to hide his smile by rubbing his nose."Which one of us is the dork again?"

"I do it with style." You say taking a bite of your pancakes.

+1: Roller Coaster of a Ride

Apparently, the city has tried to get the ride banned. You lookup. There doesn't seem to be any integrity problems. You loop your pinky finger with Kon's as you read the sign for the roller coaster. Kon shifts his hand slowly interlacing his fingers with yours. Vaguely, you hear Cassie over the phone. You twitch your pinky finger.

"Oh yeah, (Y/n) says hi."

You smile a little too broadly when he got the gesture. You lean your head on his shoulder and try to ignore the urge to kiss the corner of his lip.

"It goes 150 miles per hour." You whistle.

"Babe, we both know I can go faster."

Side-eyeing him you ask: "Can you last longer?"

Kon chokes and you think you hear Cassie cackle on the other end. You quietly bask in your glory while Kon keeps arguing over the phone. From the odd bits and ends of the conversation you could hear, you could tell Tim and Bart (and possibly Cissie) have joined in on ganging up on  Kon. You may or may not be a little too helpful with their quest to make Kon's life hell.

Kon is huffy until you reach the end of the line. "Oh, babe." He points to his face. Your hands shoot up to your glasses and heat rises in your ears. Gingerly, you take them off, pause, then debate whether you should put them in your pocket (which was too loose) or hold on to them (brings up the question how good your grip is).

"I'll hold 'em," Kon says, holding out his hand.

You squint up at him, his face a vague suggestion of colors and shapes."What if you break them?"

Kon's silhouette makes a gesture like he's been struck.

You volley it with an aggressively tired look and cross your arms.

Kon doesn't withdraw his hand. "I'll take care of it like I take care of you." He kisses your brow. It's really not that you don't trust him. You really wouldn't let him drop you 200 feet in the air just to catch you but you're anxious when you can't see.

With a defeated sigh, you put your glasses in his hand. You look up at him wearily to which he responds to by pressing a reassuring hand to your back. You let out a breath and hold onto his belt loop as you enter the platform.

You both stare at the broken fragments in Kon's hands. You pick up a piece of glass that used to be part of your lenses and hold it up to your face. The corner of your mouth twitches. "Well, I certainly hope you don't do that to me." Your voice is flat, not quite sure how to ebb the oncoming wave off panic. You don't want this to ruin your date with Kon.

Kon watches your expression carefully, parsing through the little twitches and changes. You weren't angry or you didn't seem to be. Frustrated, yes. Amused, definitely. But it's something else muddling everything. Kon closes his eyes. He tries to take the quietest breath he can to steady himself.  "I thought you wanted me to?" He laughs but it sounds weak.

You pout at him, squinted eyes directed at his shoulder. Your hand swats at him and you're a good 6 inches off and almost hitting your hand against a metal post if he hadn't grabbed it with his own. He runs his thumb over the back of your hand. The only advantage to you being blind right now is that you can't see the absolutely gutted expression on his face.

"You're a dumbass," You huff, closing your hand around his.

He knows. He shifts his weight on his feet. "We can go-"

You tighten your hold on the back of his jacket and swallow the cold feeling rising from your gut. "You're gonna get me the cotton candy you promised, yeah?" Your voice is a little too high, too strained, too unnatural.

Kon softens at the obvious nervousness in your tone. He wraps an arm around you, his lips brushing your forehead. "Do I really need you to be sweeter than you already are?"

"You really are laying on the charm tonight, aren’t you stud?" You say, biting your lip.

"If it means I'm not sleeping on the couch." Kon presses his forehead against yours, lips almost brushing yours.

"You aren't simply for the fact that I need help getting to the bed."

"I can do more than that," Kon winks.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and steadying your still trembling legs, you brush your lips against his neck. "I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction of cumming when I can't see you begging for it." Kon looks around thankful that super hearing is something very rare. "I--" He swallows, heat is creeping up his skin.  "--Babe, if you're seriously not ok we can go home."

You bunch up the collar of his jacket, face folding into a frown.  "You were so excited to go to the theme park and we've been planning this trip for weeks..." You don't want something stupid like your glasses to ruin your day together. "C'mon Kon just a few more rides." You lean back a little farther so Kon is forced to hold you closer. "Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaase Kon, my eyes aren't gonna be better at home. Just a few more."

Kon really has no idea how it hasn't hit you yet that he could never say no to you. "Ok. ok. Let's get some food first though."

Both Kon's breath and heart come to a full stop.

Your teeth catch against Kon's skin before pulling away.

Apparently, the theme park somehow had no cotton candy due to some kid weaponizing the cotton candy a few years ago. You had your suspicions.

You narrow your eyes a the menu. You ... can't read a thing. "Kon,"you sigh in defeat,"can you order for the both of us?"

"Hnnnnn I should get you the grossest thing on the menu."

"Well, you aren't on the menu so I think I'm pretty safe."

"Oh, I am so on the menu. I'm right over there." He points to something on the menu.

You shake your head. "Can't see."

"Can't call bullshit then."

"I revoke your cute status."

"C'mon doll, you'll always find me cute."

"Dunno, can't see."

He sighs. He hates it when you use his own argument against him.

"Can we get 1 root beer funnel cake and a strawberry one?" Kon says, raising two fingers. He looks at you then adds: "Could you add extra confectioners sugar to the strawberry one?"

You're slightly caught off guard by that detail. You never really fussed much about your orders and you don't think you've ever really mentioned your favorite flavors. You look up at Kon to thank him and ask him how but he kisses you on the nose before you can get a word out. You squish your face into Kon's back as you take a bite out of the funnel cake. Kon tilts his head back to rest on yours. "How's the cake? Please tell me I got it right."

"No, you definitely didn't." You giggle.

"Should I have gotten you the beefcake?"

You nudge your nose against his back. "Hmmmmm, yeah. It's my favorite flavor."

"The public will be notified." He laughs. The vibrations of his laughter make his back shake in a soothing wave. You wrap an arm around Kon's waist, smiling into his back.

“Listen (y/n), I’m--” You shove the last piece of your funnel cake into his face, smearing his cheek with sugar and strawberry syrup.

“You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t mean to.” You look up at him. “Besides, you’re gonna make it up to me.”

He perks up, narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously. You shrug.“Win me a prize.”

So as it turns out, Kon is terrible at carnival games, shooting ones especially.  

Clutching the oversized teddy bear he bought you from the gift shop, you laugh at him the whole way back to the car.

“I can’t believe you spent a hundred and you still couldn’t get even the jiggly snakes.” You wheeze, resting against the car.

“Gorgeous, you and I both know those things are rigged!” He protests, hand on his hips standing in front of you. You keep laughing. He puts his arms on either side of you and *tries* to look menacing. You kiss him on the nose and the mean expression on his face fades faster than Tim’s hopes of a productive team meeting.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it’s rigged but that’s not why I’m laughing.”

“Is it because I’m miserable?”

“Hmmm, no.”

“Uhuh.”

“Ok, a little,” you say, pinching your fingers together, "I’m laughing because you didn’t stop trying and that’s the dumbest and cutest thing ever.”

“I can’t tell if you’re complimenting me or insulting me.” Kon pouts, leaning in to kiss the crown of your head.

You shrug. “Either way, I’m doing it lovingly.”  

[geowrites03]

Kisses

Conner Kent x Reader

Summary: Literally just Conner Kent being needy because i wanted to write a tiny drabble.

“Oh, come on, are you seriously going to get upset because of a joke? I’m sorry!” He rolled his eyes at me and got up to leave. I tried to stop him from getting but he seemed pretty persistent on getting up so I laid back down and rolled over facing the wall. “Fine then, goodbye.”

“Bye.” He opened and closed the door but I knew he was still here. I try to hide my smile from him when he hugs me from behind and kisses my neck. I laugh and cover my face so he couldn’t attack it with smaller kisses. “Move your hands.”

“No!” It came out with little giggles all while being muffled by smushing my hands into my face to keep him from lifting them away. He was trying to be gentle and not use his super strength. He managed to leverage two fingers from each of my hands off of my face before I turned and buried my head in a pillow.

He pulled the pillow out from under my face and turn it so he could kiss me. I finally sat up and faced him. He was quick to cup my cheeks and give me a final peck on the lips. “Happy now Conner?”

“Very.” He chuckled and pulled me down with him to lie down on his chest.

[dickmedowndc]

Storming in the Streets - Conner "Kon" Kent x Reader

Word Count: 1,863

Summary: Kon sees someone under a shop awning – while a storm rages around them. Thinking they may need to get to their destination dry, he offers his jacket to help them. Too bad the storm has other plans. 

Notes: I have never written for Kon before. Also, this was technically my first attempt in years writing an “x reader” but I was only ever motivated to write it when there was a literal summer storm going on outside.

Part II here

…★…

“Hey, are you alright?” 

At the sound of the voice behind you, your head whips around – not the best decision considering how tired you are and the way it seems to make the world spin despite your body remaining rooted where you stand. It takes another minute before you remember you were asked a question, and the man in front of you is waiting patiently for your answer. You squint, assessing the situation before you decide to answer. “I’m alright.” 

“You’ve been standing here for the last, like, 15 minutes, do you need any help?” 

Before you even get the chance to answer there is a crack of thunder above you, drowning out any words you may speak. There is a simple word on the tip of your tongue: no. No, you do not need any help, thank you. But that would be a lie – you’re dead on your feet, with too many bags to drag behind you and into your apartment during a raging storm. The storm would be fine on a regular day – but you’re already bone tired and the thought of water seeping through your clothes is an unpleasant one at best. Finally finding your voice, you give him an answer. “Honestly, I’m not sure that I can get all these bags back to my apartment. Not without something breaking.” 

He seems to think for a moment, and somewhere in the back of your mind something says he looks familiar. You find it on the tip of your tongue and then he flashes a smile and just like that the thought it gone. “I can help you carry them back,” he shrugs, standing a little straighter and that same smile plastered on his face, “if you’d like the help.” 

You need the assistance, really, and with the sun starting to set your options are dwindling as is. But inviting a stranger back to your apartment is certainly not in the top 10 list of ‘best ideas’ and you know that much. Your apprehension must have shown because the stranger’s voice breaks you from your thoughts once more. 

“I can give you my name, and you can send a picture to someone you know, to be on the safe side if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

You hum for a moment, thinking it over. “Y/N.” 

“Kon – well, Conner. But everyone calls me Kon.” He shifts closer as you pull out your phone, still waiting patiently. Once more you ignore the feeling of familiarity, instead turning your back to him and holding the camera up for a selfie – some morbid part of your mind chimes you may as well have an updated photo if you go missing. If it bothers him, he says nothing about it. Instead, he gives a charming smile, long enough for you to take the picture and send it off to one of your friends, before slipping the device back into your pocket. 

Turning back to him, you already have a few of the bags on your arms. “I can grab a few more really quick.” Rather than reach for a bag, you find him taking off his jacket instead before stepping closer, draping it over your shoulders. 

“Don’t worry, I can carry the rest of them,” he assures, picking them up before you have a moment to protest. It takes you longer than you care to admit for your brain to reboot, and when it does, you’re flustered. Enough so he notices because his charming smile is threatening to give way to an amused smirk. You can see it in his eyes. 

“Don’t you need your jacket though? It’s raining.” 

“I think you could use it more right now.” 

He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and the thought of staying somewhat dry is too compelling. Enough so that you set your bags down so you can properly slip the jacket on instead. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, gathering your bags back up. You swear they’re lighter than they were just a moment ago – enough to notice – and you think he may have more bags on his arm than he did before you were distracted. You decided not to ask about it. Making your way out into the rain, with him following, you are determined to reach your apartment before you end up looking like a wet cat. Especially with the attractive guy walking beside you. 

It is 5 minutes into the walk, you’re already wet, and so is Kon – not that you mind too much with the way his shirt is clinging to him – but you do feel a bit bad about it. Luckily, you can see your apartment building just ahead. “We’re almost there, it’s that one, with the crumpled sign next to it.” 

“See, and nothing bad happened just because I’m not wearing a jacket.” 

The absolute confidence in his voice makes you laugh and you turn to look at him. “Careful, we haven’t made it there yet.” 

“I am 100% promising you that we’ll make it inside alright.” 

“What, you wanna bet on it?” 

“Let’s make it a bet.” 

And as if the world had the same sense of humor as you, or was determine to prove Kon wrong, a car came screeching past you. Being on the sidewalk, neither of you paid too much attention to it, until it hit the large puddle of standing water as it came rushing up on you. 

Faster to react than you, Kon turned his back to the wall of water that came crashing down, shielding you and the bags you had both been carrying to the best of his ability. 

Freeing one of your hands and wiping the water out of your eyes you looked back up at Kon who now stood soaked to the bone. Grinning, and unable to help yourself, you quip up at him, “I think I won the bet.” 

He stops and looks at you for a moment, seeming to process your words before a smile breaks out across his face and he laughs. “Yeah, alright, you win this one.” 

“Come on, I can get you a towel when we get inside.” You pick your bags back up before ushering him forward. As if the rain had not been trying its hardest, the car had certainly soaked him enough. You had to stifle a laugh, careful not to compare him to a wet kitten the way he looked beside you now. 

Ignoring the annoyed glare from the lobby receptionist, the pair of you headed straight for the elevator which remained empty thankfully. You manage to reach the front door of your apartment with ease, fishing your keys out of your pocket before halfway stumbling inside, your arms already tired from the bags you had been hauling before letting the majority of them hit the floor with a thunk, the delicate bags (which you had made sure to hold onto) being set on the table instead. Kon followed your lead, still dripping a small ocean’s worth of water onto your hardwood floor. Cringing at the thought of waiting longer, and feeling cold yourself you asked him to stay put for a moment before you vanished into the bathroom, reemerging with a towel. “You can get dried off if you want, and there are some extra towels. First door on the right.” 

A look of relief shone through and he mumbled a quick thank you, carefully taking the towel before disappearing into the bathroom. 

Discontent with leaving it at that, you scamper off to find your clean laundry, knowing you had to have some clothes that may fit him. You had enough comfy, oversized shirts and sweats. Now on a mission, you dug through what you had, ignoring the nagging that reminded you that you would have to clean it back up later. Finally, you got a hold of a pair of pants and a shirt, one you’re guessing will be able to fit him. Content with the choice you make your way back down the hall and knock on the door, Kon opening it just enough to peak out at you. 

“I figured it’s not much good to get dry and then get back into soaked clothes. I think these should fit you just fine.” 

“Thanks again – but are you sure?” 

“Well, I also appreciate my floor not turning into a pool, so yes.” 

With a hum of agreement, he took the clothes from you and shut the door again. 

Satisfied, you threw your own towel over your shoulders and cleared one of the bags out so he could put his soaked clothes inside, fishing out an umbrella as well. No sense in giving him clean clothes only to get soaked again on his walk back home. When you hear the door open you look up and meet his eyes and find your breath catching in your throat. 

He looked good – and maybe you had misjudged the size of the clothes, but you were not about to complain, you reasoned, when he stepped out. 

Flustered, you handed the umbrella over to him. 

“Oh, my thanks for saving you from the wall of water?” 

You laugh despite yourself at his joke, seeing the amused grin on his face growing at your response. “Something like that, yeah.” 

The next few minutes were spent gathering his things, assuring him once more you would be alright without the umbrella. Though he seemed more than happy to leave it with you, you wanted him to stay at least a little dry while he made his way back out. Finally ready, the pair of you shuffled to the door, with you lingering in the threshold as he turned back around – now standing in the apartment's hallway. 

Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you, but you could almost swear he looked flustered for a moment before he was brandishing that same confident smile once more. “Maybe I could give you my number then – so I can return the umbrella later.” 

Taking the dive and rocking on the balls of your feet you shot back, “maybe we could get a coffee together too?” 

You decided then and there that the sun would cower in shame if it ever saw the way he lit up at your question. “I was hoping we could,” he chimed handing his phone over with a new contacts page open. 

You put your name and number in before handing the device back. 

“I should get going now though. I'm sure you have things to do and I have some errands to finish.” 

“Feel free to message and we can talk a bit later.” 

“Oh, I will. I’ll talk to you later.” He winked, pulling another laugh from you, before turning to make his way back outside into the storm. 

Content with all that had happened, you bounded back inside, making sure to lock the door behind you before looking for your phone – you needed to let your friend know you were okay, or you would never hear the end of it. 

Unlocking the device, you almost choked on air when you see the text notification: 

1 unread message: ‘IS THAT SUPERBOY?!?!’ 

[ruddyswojtyla]

can u do some headcanons for kon kent (reign of the supermen) where his s/o takes him to universal for the first time ???

Kon Kent x Reader first time date to Universal

Ever since that day superboy or shall we say Kon Kent rescued from a fire, you guy have been attached to each other.

What can you say, he is attractive, has this baby blue eyes and wears this amazing leather jacket which he put on you when he saved you.

You could still remember the faint smell of Dior or Gucci but either way his scent made you weak until this day.

He asked you for your number and from that day you guys have been on dates and hanging out with his friends but one day he asked you to be his girlfriend under shooting stars and you said yes.

After a year of dating, you planned a trip to Universal for the first time. 

You have been there many times but you wanted to make it special for Kon

You guys packed your bags and wore matching Harry Potter (whichever house) hoodies with each other's name on it.

Once you guys got there you sensed something was going to happen but you let it slide because once you saw his baby blue eyes shine with a wide smile you knew he was in love.

You took him to the place you and him love which was Diagon Alley and once you guys were there he got scared when the dragon started to make noise which made you laugh because he was later acting as if he wasn’t scared at all. 

You guys went to have butterbeer and head off to the house of horror but you notice a streak of yellow and red and a green mouse, but you thought you were seeing things because of how tired you were.

Once you guys went inside the house you were feeling all sleepy when suddenly out of nowhere Bart and Garfield scared both of you guys in which it made you fall and get annoyed 

The boys tag along saying they wanted to have some fun to in which Kon allowed them to 

In the end of the day Kon and you had fun, and he was always happy for the surprise you did and each month you guys would come to have some fun

[pricetagofficial]

And for your 25th birthday bash, can we please have a crumb of Kon x Reader? Thank you!

Crumbs you say?? 👀👀

You and Kon were supposed to be making a cake. The ending result was better than either of you had imagined together.

Tada! Hope you like it Rest!

Brett's 25th bash

[morgansunflower]

Meddling Brothers & Pregnancy Test 1/2

Kon-El Kent X Batsis! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language.

Words:1265

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V!

Kon and Y/N try to hide their relationship but are unfortunately caught by her meddling brothers.

Alfred was tending to his daily routine of taking care of the Manor. He has full expectations other thing's will be added to such a beautiful day. He steps into the bathroom with gloves on his hands for cleaning. He opens the bottom cabinet and holds the trash can. The butler poured the contents into the larger trash bag. Something falls out of the trash bag. He picked it up feeling astonishment as he grabs it and nearly gasp.

"blimey" he mumbled with genuine happiness

A positive pregnancy test. Whomever is Alfred fully expects, Bruce will be in complete utter shock.

"OH SHIT there's tongue action! There's tongue!!" Dick frantically said under the night sky

"shut up they'll hear us!" Damian said elbowing Grayson

"Bruce is so gonna bust a blood vessel" Dick mumbled shocked his little sister could do something so.. Grown up.

"she will not be able to get out of this. I told you something was going on" Damian said pleased with himself.

"don't be mad but I'm afraid we have some unwanted visitors" Kon sighed as he told his fiancée. Well soon to be he still had to ask her father for permission.

"one second please.." Y/N requested

"go get 'em babe" he encourages kissing her

Y/N turns to dagger glare to Damian and Dick. Dick was panicking inside as she walked to them. Kon-El was half annoyed and half amused.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! She's going to kill me!!" Dick shouted, he was caught no running back now.

"tt never I have seen her that pissed off.. We'll were fucking dead" Damian sighed accepting his fate of no longer being the favorite brother.

"H-hi Y/N!!" Dick nervously said

"it was his idea he convinced me to come with him!" Damian said

"oh whatever!" Dick scoffed.

She opens her hand down to him "binoculars.. Now!"

Dick shamefully hands them to his little sister. She was absolutely pissed. She kicked Dick's head and then Damian's shoulder. She watches them stand to there feet with guilty faces. She continued to glare until they left. She turns back and walks to her boyfriend. They had been secretly dating for 3 years.. until now their secret was unfortunately revealed. She holds his face in her hands.

"please tell me were actually alone now" she pleaded.

"we are" he touches her hip his smile softening as his heart could barley handle the beautiful moment "because of that I can finally tell you, why you're sick"

"how'd you?.. Oh right, Kryptonian. Well what's my diagnosis Mr Kent"

Kon smiles and kisses her, he was so happy. He lifts her shirt halfway up touching her bare abdomen. He looked into her eyes, hearing that sweet little heartbeat. She then realized it was true, it wasn't a false positive. She deepens the kiss and hugs his neck. A baby.

"I heard the heartbeat last night and I couldn't wait to tell you"

After Alfred's morning duties he prepare to leave for the grocery store. He open his notes on his phone and reviews the grocery list. Damian requires food for his many animals. Tim desires yet again coffee strong brewed as well as those awful high-caffeine "monster" beverages. Jason is requesting cookies again.. Richard desires well everything. Cassandra requested Chinese noodles. Stephanie begged anything sweet please! Barbara requested anything easily portable. Bruce did not aquire Alfred anything already having full faith in his long trusted butler. Y/N requested unsalted crackers, and non-alcoholic sparkling juice with some chocolate. Then he realized. How was he was he so blind? She's been absent from patrol and missions. Though whom is the father? After returning from his outing. He prepared a platter for Y/N, with each thing she requested. Alfred was overwhelmed with joy. He takes the platter to her room. He gently knock on her door. No response came. Inside the room Y/N was laying in her bed ill from her morning sickness. Her body was sore in the worst places. She just wanted Kon to hold her. Unfortunately he was currently on patrol with his family.

"Ms Y/N, are you alright dear?" he softly asked through the door.

She was too tired to speak words "...mmmm...mmm" she replied weakly.

Alfred's heart went out to her. She must be exhausted.

"I assume you are suffering from your morning sickness. May I offer you the food and beverage you requested?"

"sure" she forces out with her voice still tired.

Alfred opens the door to see his granddaughter. She was now sitting upwards from having been laying down, with the blanket laid on her waist. Alfred placed the platter on her nightstand. He watched his granddaughter enjoy her snack along with her beverage. He can't help but be thrilled over the news.

"how far along are you?" Alfred asked calm but in truth he is quite anxious.

"9 weeks.. It's wrong of me to let you find out the way you did. I guess I'm still in shock.. And I am having trouble even saying it"

"who is the father?" Alfred asked curiously

"Kon-El.. Kent" she smiled, she genuinely loved him.

"our lives with the Kent family are continuing to intertwine" Alfred softly laughed. Bruce is going to panic.

"yeah, it's been really hard seeing everyone in my family and the Kent's... without just saying" she takes a deep breath nervously "those two words"

"try to say it.. Perhaps it would help you?" Alfred encouraged.

".. I'm pregnant" she smiled as if it truly dawned on her that she will have a baby. She began to cry. Alfred softly smiled in sympathy "sorry"

"no apologies needed dear.." then he realized, his girlfriend. "does Ms Leslie know?"

"uhh she has known since I went to my first doctors appointment... She really wanted to tell you, I made her promise to keep it between Dr and patient"

"I understand.. It does however explain why she has been avoiding me"

"want to keep me company. I could use some emotional support right now" she, pleaded, she knew he probably couldn't being such a busy man.

"of course" Alfred said delighted.

He sits on the chair Y/N takes a deep breath. This last time he sat in that chair she was only 4 years old as he rocked her to sleep.

"Kon said he wants to marry me"

His little girl is having a baby and she's getting married.. He feels old. Grateful but old.

"congratulations"

"thank you.. Do you.. Do you think Bruce will be mad at me? I have to leave for Argo before the baby is big enough to kick"

"not in the slightest. Above all he wishes for your safety and your happiness.. As I do.. And as for Argo I know you shall be dearly missed"

That week Kon asked Tim if he didn't mind him crashing at the Manor. So instead of going into a guest room. He sneaks into Y/N's room. He smiled sympathetically and crawls into the bed with her. She hugs his neck he wraps his strong arm's around her.

"bags packed?" he whispered

She nodded and then began to cry. She was terrified of telling her family. He softly smiled kissing her in random places.

"I know Hon but as long as you got me you'll be fine"

She snickered "so high and mighty"

"well I happen to think that of you. You're better than flying through the sky. In fact you're absolutely freakin amazing. So perfect. Just think of Argo as a pre-honeymoon"

"that mean I'm getting spoiled?"

"immensely Hon, so immensely"

[artemis32]

yandere superfam drabble i

listen, i have a ton of ideas for the batfam. really, i do. but come on. superfam.

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Thinking about Clark and his family as yanderes.

Individually, they're enough of a headache, but together? Damn.

Clark Kent sees himself as your father. The problem with him as a yandere is, he's genuinely terrifying. I mean, ignoring the fact that this man is literally Superman, he's also incredibly delusional.

I think most people downplay, or forget exactly how strong this man is. He's strong, fast, and so insanely smart. All that being said, there is literally zero chance of you avoiding him, under any circumstances.

The only saving grace in this situation is the fact that he's, like I said, delusional. Not in a 'oh, I know this is kind of wrong, but I can justify it as being right' kind of way. Rather, he wholeheartedly believes he's helping you, doing the best thing for you by allowing his obsession and thoughts of you overtake your life.

You don't even have the luxury of a slow descent into the situation. His mindset regarding you shifted really quickly, and by the time you were clued in on it, you'd already been stolen away to a farm in the middle of nowhere, ripped away from your life without warning.

The only aspect of his mindset that doesn't quite fit in with the delusional yandere archetype is the fact that, if you push the right buttons, he will absolutely fly off the handle. That in itself proves that, no matter how much he insists otherwise, he knows what he's done to you is wrong.

Jon Kent is a carbon copy of his father. He firmly believes that your place in life is with them, as a part of their family. The fact that you weren't born into the family means nothing to him. If you weren't meant to be with them, the your paths would never have crossed.

The only difference between him and Clark is that Jon has no doubt in his mind that what they're doing is okay. Clark is delusional; Jon is deranged. A part of you believes you can't really blame him - he's a child, a product of his environment. If that's what he was taught his whole life, by the people he loved and trusted, then of course he didn't see a problem with it. But the larger part of you still hated him, hated the fact that he saw you as the crazy one, as if his family hadn't abducted you from your crappy Metropolis apartment in the middle of the night.

And the fact that he was a few years younger than you didn't stop him from treating you like a child. Granted, he was insanely strong and fast, but that didn't mean you had to enjoy him manhandling you as easily as his father and brother whenever he thought you were getting too fussy.

Conner Kent, a few years your senior, isn't like Clark or Jon. He's completely aware of what they're doing to you, of how invasive and creepy it is. He just doesn't care.

I'd almost argue that him being fully aware of how wrong it all was might've been creepier than the shared delusion of Clark and Jon, especially since he could stare you dead in the eye, blank faced at the sight of your tears, and tell you in the most monotonous voice you've ever heard that he didn't care about what you wanted.

Besides a few uncanny moments with him, he was mostly pretty cocky and snide, with this keen way of getting under your skin. It's almost as if he revelled in the fact that you knew he knew they were wrong, the fact that he could do something to help you get away from all this, but he just... didn't.

The worst part was, if he hadn't, you know, kidnapped you, you might've liked him. He was easy to like, if you ignored the annoying sarcasm and ever-present smirk, the type of person you might've wanted to be friends with.

Too bad he spoiled all that by being batshit crazy.

Lois Lane, to her credit, was against the idea at first. She acted as the voice of reason in the family. Or, at least, she tried to. But the men in her family were nothing if not determined.

She realised how crazy, how morally wrong it was to rip someone away from their life for what you thought might be best for them. She also realised how terrified you'd be, surrounded by people, beings who were so much stronger than you, able to subdue you with little more than the tip of a pinky finger.

But, in the end, they won her over. The idea of someone to take care of, someone normal in the family - someone like her, and a daughter to boot - the offer was too sweet to pass up on. She's an odd mix of mindsets, a point somewhere between Clark's delusion and Conner's unwavering sanity, and that makes her scarier than the rest of them, somehow.

The fact that she knows it's wrong, but is able to convince herself it's for your own good - that's terrifying.

Though, she is great in the motherly role, acting as neutral ground for whenever one of the others overwhelm you past what you can reasonably handle. She seems to have a sixth sense for your threshold too, appearing as if out of thin air whenever you're close to snapping at one of the three men who are always in your hair.

Out of all four of them, you'd admit to liking her the most, though admittedly, it's for a selfish reason. She's the easiest person to slip by - the rest of them have super sight and hearing, and even if you could slip away, they'd catch up to you in a few seconds flat. Lois, as much as you may dislike her, was only human. Yes, she had this weird sense for when you'd try to pull something, but for the most part, you had more leeway with her than anyone else.

As a result, you stuck to her like glue, which lead to Jon whining that you were playing favourites. Jon, you could understand. He was a child, one who was used to getting his way most of the time. Clark, however, also tended to develop a strangely endearing pout whenever you ignored him, one that had even Lois caving and forcing you to spend time with someone other than her.

One thing all of them had in common was the fact that they were so damn clingy. They seemed magnetically drawn to you, hanging off of you like children at all hours of the day. It was infuriating, constantly having your personal space intruded upon.

Even at night, when you tried to sleep, you'd wake to find Conner or Jon sliding in beside you, or, even worse, you'd mysteriously wake up in Clark and Lois' bed the next morning. That always made you uncomfortable - how had they managed to move you several rooms down without you once waking up?

Your only saving grace was that all four had their own lives outside of the household, often leaving for work or school, or even patrols, so you very rarely had to deal with all four at the same time. Your favourite days were the ones when it was just you and Lois. You could slip away in the morning, right after Jon caught the bus to school, and spend the entire day away from the prison-like household.

They at least trusted you enough to let you roam around the farm freely. Well, not trusted, exactly. More like, they knew you couldn't get far before one of them caught up to you.

The perks of living in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

On the bright side, they acted as if the entire household revolved around you. You could decide what everyone ate for breakfast and dinner, you could decide the 'family activity' of the week. They tended to give in to what you wanted pretty easily, on the condition that you gave them something in return, whether it be attention, affection, or some crudely handmade gift that wasn't worth much.

Despite their joyful front though, they could all be terrifying, especially Clark. You'd learnt that the hard way when they'd first taken you. One of them snapping usually only happened if you put yourself in harm's way, but there were other circumstances where they (Clark), felt punishment was warranted.

You'd once made the mistake of making genuinely hurting Lois (or, her feelings at least), to the point of making her cry. Once, and never again.

But since then, you'd learnt how to play your cards, how to skate by in the Kent household with only a small dose of anxiety. You'd managed to avoid being metaphorically (and literally) shackled to the bed, like when you'd first arrived. Time had made things easier - time, and getting to know them.

As much as you were loathed to admit it, getting to know them had made it easier to handle them. It'd been a hard pill to swallow originally, but as the months went by, you'd had to accept the fact that you weren't going anywhere, and it was better to adapt to the situation than remain sullen and miserable for the rest of your life.

They seemed to believe you were slowly but surely coming around to the idea of being a part of their family. You definitely acted like it. But deep down, you were biding your time, waiting, planning for the perfect moment.

You'd leave, run and hide, go to furthest corner of the earth to get away from them. You always thought you would, and one day, you did.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Snice Conner/ Kon-el is half Kryptoniton, would some of your Hcs still count?

Like Conner would be affected by sent too?

If that's so, can we get a Conner x Reader (He/Him) ?

I think it would be great if Conner had a crush on the reader, he might try to steal some of reader's sweaters/ hoodies without thinking. So to poke back the reader steals one of Conner's favorite shirts, the reader having a mischievous smile when he sees how flustered Conner is, to have the Reader smelling like him.

You can keep this fluff, or make it a little NSFT, I'll let you decide!

Conner Kent x male reader

Headcanons

(Ive run out of young justice conner gifs, so have this titans one instead)

Always hype to write about my kryptonian headcanons

-          Conner wouldn’t realize what he was doing in the beginning, stealing your stuff like he did. It would just be a deep urge of his, to smell like you or have your scent close to him.

-          So little by little as you two hang out, he would just bring some of your hoodies or sweaters back to his room, resorting to even wearing them every now and then.

-          You would most likely realize before Conner himself, seeing as he isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is when he borrows some of your stuff, especially when he doesn’t give it pack and it just ends up on a big pile on his bed.

-          So, when you start stealing shirts and hoodies back, that primal part of Conners brain immediately is awake, hyper focused on you. He especially gets antsy when you walk around wearing his clothes, smelling like him.

-          He starts chuffing and purring at a frequency only other kryptonians can hear, that feral part of his mind so pleased that you are wearing his scent and smelling like him. It makes him want to pull you into his arms and never let go.

 -          You two keep up this game for a while, swapping clothes back and forth without ever actually saying anything. And it only makes that part of Conners brain go a little extra wild. Especially when he one day catches you going around in one of his t-shirts and just a pair of boxers.

-          At some point he realizes you gotta be doing this on purpose, as you smirk and snicker at his flustered reactions. It makes him growl at the frequency normal people cant hear, feeling something in his chest about being teased that way.

-          It makes him want to mark his territory, but he feels embarrassed about wanting to smother you even more in his scent and even mark you as his. So, you’ll most likely have to take the step in that direction.

-          But when you get the ball rolling there’s no end to it, expect so many hugs and so much scenting, expect him to suck hickeys all over your body and lick you all over, especially in areas that gather a lot of your smell.

-          You’ll also have to learn to live with just how excited smelling your scent or musk can be for him, though it probably comes as a surprise to the both of you the first time he has an orgasm just huffing your armpit.

 -          After that time you both start experimenting a bit more, seeing if its just your scent or something else. This resorts to Conner wearing even more of your clothes, and at this point your wardrobes have just been completely mixed.

-          No one is surprised to see you two wear the others clothes, and no one is surprised to see Conner rubbing his face all over your neck, or to see hickeys and bitemarks all over your torso in the locker room.

-          Be prepared for the kryptonian libido, there is no mercy when you really get Conner going. You will be seeing God and wrung dry like an empty Juicebox, and he still wont be satiated.

-          That’s when its good to have some of your workout clothes or shirts you’ve worn all day laying around, as it helps Conner get off on his own as you catch a break so you can feel your legs again. It isn’t half bad watching him ride his toys with your shirt against this nose either, it really does something to your ego.

-          Afterwards you always cuddle, and Conner purrs even louder even though you cant hear it. He’s told you about it at some point, so you can feel its there in spirit. He’s like a space heater when you cuddle, so you never have to worry about being cold. It’s a nightmare during the summer though.

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Brother's best friend

Summary: You go to spend the summer at your grandparents, along with your family and the Wayne's. Will something rise between you and Damian?

Warnings: Reader is half kryptonian, meaning they can hear heartbeats.

Gender Neutral

Series Masterlist

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It was quiet. There was no sound of cars in a busy street, voices of pedestrians that became too much as they all overlapped, no musty smell of used up air. It was quiet, only the sound of the TV, animals outside, and the heartbeats of your loved ones could he heard.

Your grandparent's farm was your escape. It was where you could go when you wanted to get away from the city that you and your family lived in. Apparently, everyone agreed, because now you're spending the summer on the farm, along with your mother, father, and brothers.

Your mother was helping your grandmother clean up after breakfast. Your father was helping your grandfather with the animals, you and Jon were watching a cartoon, and Kon was still sleeping.

Despite your grandparents being two lonely farmers, more people were still going to be joining you. Everyone had decided that it would be nice to invite Bruce Wayne and his children to join in on your short vacation. You had barely gotten Jon to sleep the night he found out that they said yes, he was far too excited about what was to come. Eventually, your mother had to come in and scold him for still being up.

If you listened close enough, you could hear their plane, and if you listened even closer, you could hear their hearts and words. Which Jon had been doing the entire time he had been awake, anxiously waiting for his best friend and his family to arrive, your father and Kon doing the same. Was it a little weird that Clark, Kon, and Jon were all best friends with members of the Wayne family? Yeah, a little bit. But did you care? No.

Jon had been going on for years now about his best friend, Damian Wayne. Apparently, the two of them met due to being Robin and Superboy. Jon had told you about the many adventures the two of them had, the times they would hang out at Wayne Manor, and how much he adored Damian. You've heard similar stories about Bruce, and Tim aswell, your father and Kon sharing the same excitement as Jon over their best-friends.

Almost all of the Wayne family has heard about you, too, but not as much as Damian has. Jon is always talking about his older sibling, born just two years before himself, and a year after Damian. Jon is always talking about the things the two of you have done, what you like, any new changes you've made to your appearance. To some extent, Damian feels as if he already knows you. You also feel the same.

"I can't wait for you to meet him." Jon excitedly tells you, taking his eyes away from the small TV and looking at you. You turn to meet his gaze and offer a small smile, hoping it will get him to stop gushing about this family you've never met. Maybe you're excited about meeting a certain older brother, one that your family said came back from the dead. It's not that you don't want to meet them, it's just that you don't want to spend your summer with some strangers.

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It was about lunchtime when you could hear the plane getting closer to the farm, your family raced outside to greet their friends.

A grown man was the first to jump out of the plane, his hair wavy and black, eyes blue and skin tan. He had one of those Hollywood smiles that instantly got you plastered on a magazine. He ran up to your father and welcomed him into an embrace. He was far too young to be Bruce Wayne, but also too old to be Damian.

Another boy hopped out and jogged over to Kon. Obviously, that's Tim. His pale skin and shaggy black hair gave it away.

Who you assume was Bruce emerged next, the wrinkle between his eyebrows and his strong physique being a sign. You could hear your father whisper his name as he went up to hug the man.

An even younger boy walked out, instantly earning a yell from Jon. He looked almost identical to Bruce. Only his skin was tan, and his nose was stronger. His eyes were green, a strong contrast from the three blue-eyed men that he had traveled with. His hair was black and clean cut, styled upwards. He was gorgeous. His description could only mean that he was the one and only Damian.

Another man walked into the light. He was tall and muscular. His wavy hair was black with a stripe of white and out of his face. He was wearing sunglasses, blocking his eyes from your view. Even from the distance, you could see the scars that adorned the side of his face. Jason Todd.

You watched as your family exchanged their hellos, obviously excited about the entire situation. Just as you were about to turn and go back inside, you heard your father introducing your grandparents. That could only mean that you were next.

His arms gestured around your family before finally landing on you, "And that's, Y/N." He spoke.

The first man(whom you overheard the name of) started walking towards you, his flashy smile on display.

"Hi, I'm Dick!" He introduced himself, offering you a handshake. After you reciprocated the gesture, he put his arm over your shoulders, holding you to his side. His hand rose up to point at the other people he arrived with. "That's Bruce," he stated, pointing at the man next to your father. "That's Jason," His finger was now pointed at the man with the white streak in his hair, "Tim" was all he said as he gestured to the boy conversing with Kon. "And that's Damian." He said, pointing at the boy that was being bombarded with questions by Jon. To your surprise, he was staring right at you. His gaze was sharp and felt like he was seeing right through you.

Your eye contact was interrupted as your grandmother came rushing past you with a pitcher of tea and some cups.

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New series alert!!!

Update's will be slow.

[lunasfics]

Masterlist

Batfamily

Found Family (ft. Supers) - In which Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent engage in a custody battle over a clone created from both their DNA, or, in which you get saved from a lab and gain two new families who would move mountains for you.

Bruce Wayne

Thunderstorms - There was a period of silence, your feet making soft splashes in the puddles below you, his steps were silent next to you. Your grip on the cape around you tightened when the loud rumbling on thunder sounded above you, you felt Bruce’s hand over your back, it grounded you.

Dick Grayson

coming soon!

Jason Todd

Ghost of You - In which Jason does what he thinks is best, and you’re left to pick up the pieces he left behind.

Tim Drake

coming soon!

Damian Wayne

You Remind Me of Lilies - "You remind me of lilies.” He paused, eyeing you with curiosity, “And why is that, beloved?”  You smiled, “You just do, all different colors of lilies mean different things, and I can trace each one back to you. Every time.”

Duke Thomas

coming soon!

Stephanie Brown

coming soon!

Cassandra Cain

coming soon!

Barbara Gordon

coming soon!

Clark Kent

coming soon!

Conner Kent

coming soon!

Jon Kent

coming soon!

[supercap2319]

"Superboy, this is Powerpuff Man. He protects the city of Townsville from aliens, giant monsters, and demons." Superman introduced.

Conner sized the young hero up. He was certainly... colorful. Hot pink fingerless leather gloves. Black boots, light blue tights and a green leather jacket. He looks like he'd fit better at a pride parade than being a superhero, but Conner took his father's word for it. "Nice to meet you, Powerpuff Man." Conner tried not to laugh at his ridiculous name.

The other hero shook his hand. "You want to laugh don't you? It's okay. Most people do, but I can't change the name. I've had it since I was six years old."

"You've been fighting crime since you were six?"

"Hell of an age to start, eh?"

Superboy laughed. "I guess so."

Superman smiled. It was nice to see Conner getting along with other superheroes.