āSupermanās suit should be Kryptonianā āMa Kent should make Supermanās suit at homeā or how about the third fun option where the suit is the Kryptonian skinsuit BUT it gets damaged by Kryptonite and Ma Kent has to figure out how to sew/mend Kryptonian cloth that seems to have a mind of its own and wonāt stop SQUIRMING.
Thousands of years of Kryptonian technology vs one Midwestern mom with her favorite show on? Iām putting my money on Ma.
summary :: you'd had a major crush on your crazy hot neighbor since the day he you'd first laid your eyes on him 3 years ago, unfortunately you've never had the balls to actually ask him on a date. hang out? oh yeah all the time, but a real date? too big a risk on such a great relationship. until one faithful evening, your neighbor comes in through your window all bruised and sexy, only... he's wearing a superman costume?.... holy shit your crazy hot neighbor is superman!
tags:: MDNI ,fluff, smut with plot, no use of y/n, second hand embarrassment, awkward clark kent, just a lot of awkward actually, unprotected p in v, use of baby, dumbification a litttttlee degrading, friends to lovers, calls you princess (kind of in a mocking way),overstimulation-ish, mating press :)
cici's note:: like if you enjoy... and maybe even if you didnt enjoy it ;)
oh and no proof read as always... ignore the mistakes!! sorrrryyyyy.
Apartment 2b, straight across from apartment 3b.
For the better part of 3 years, you and Clark Kent have lived in these apartments. It took 3 months for you to first interact, 4 more to invite him over for coffee.
You couldn't have just said, " hey Clark, wanna come over for coffee?
Nuh uh, this is you that we were talking about, so obviously it had to have been in a ridiculously, word vomit-y way.
You were both returning from work at the same time, something that had happened every day this week, and every week before that. Turns out you have the same hours as the daily planet reporter across the hall.Ā
Youād meant to ask him in for coffee last week, but overthought the concept too much.Ā
Who wants coffee after work? hellloooo caffeine wakes you up and he is obviously trying to go to sleep after work, not get more energy? sigh, just forget it.
But that one evening, the one where returning to your dull, cramped apartment alone for what must've been the thousandth something time, was too tiring and depressing to endure again. There was also that little hope in your head that maybe he was tired of it too. So you decided to spew out whatever word vomit was pending in your mind, before you had time to think about it.
āHey Clark wait up,āĀ
A light buzz of excitement shook in the pit of your heels, when you realized that you were really doing this. Watching him turn around at your words, maybe just a little too quickly, like he was waiting for you?
āY- yeah whats up?ā he continued after clearing his throat, his initial attempt at a response coming out far too high pitched for a grown man.
āI uhm, did youā¦ā
I want to come inside! Say it. Come on say uh, say did you want to come inside Clark, do you want coffee? For the love of god say something and stop staring at him.
He looked at you expectantly, but not like he just wanted you to hurry up and spit it out, more like he would wait another hour for you to speak without a complaint.
The first thing you noticed about him, he was always well mannered. Not even on purpose, it was more like a reflex.Ā
āDo you want the, uhm apartment tour?ā
ā¦Seriously? I mean I know I said say anything but come on! It's a metropolis apartment, the layouts are basically the same in every one for the next 10 blocks you idiot!Ā
āOr, not that because that doesn't make sense, we have the same apartment. I meant coffee, do you want boffee-"
Ā A sigh of disappointment left your lips and your head dropped at your speech impediment that seems to have resurfaced from 1st grade, and set up shop right in between you and the man across from you.
To your surprise, when you lift your head back up, Clark hasn't gone into his apartment and shut the door, with a mental note to avoid his embarrassingly awkward neighbor for the rest of his life. He is instead, leaning against his locked door, with his hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets, and an amused little smile on his face, one that shows the cutest dimples you've ever seen in your life.Ā
āDo you wanna start over?ā he draws, tone laced with just as much amusement as his face
A tang of shame and something else you can't quite put your finger on, causes the corners of your mouth to curve up in a small smile, as your eyes meet his.
ā Would you like to come inside for coffee, Clark?ā you manage, finally.
āYea, yea I wouldā
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After that, the two of you were classified as normal friends for a while, but became more the first time you drunk-puked all over his shiny black work shoes. Situations like that are really always the make or break point in any kind of relationship, lucky for you it worked out in your favor.
Well lucky isn't exactly the word you would've used to describe it at the moment. It would be something more along the lines of horrific or treacherous, but looking back now... no that was uh, still pretty bad.
But it turned out great! Because now, 2 years and a few months later, Clark Kent is pattering around in your kitchen āhe's the only one that's ever really used itā making you lunch. The same way he had forā¦ you can't even remember how long now.Ā
You watch uselessly from the couch while he cooks a random meal that you'd sent him off Instagram reels, you offered to help, but even he isn't polite enough to pretend you'd know what you were doing.Ā
He pretends to not want to make it, claiming that social media is causing your generation to lose the good quality meals passed down from your elders. But every time you send him a new video, with the message ā can u make this 4 me??ā, heās over by yours the next day.
Ā Holding bags of groceries, because āthe only groceries you ever buy are instant noodles and frozen friesā, ready to make whatever it is that you want.Ā
He was like that in every way, with you at least, always there in a flash when you needed him.Ā
Whether it was a crazy bad date that you needed to escape from. Like that one last week that was so bad you still couldn't even tell him. And he didn't need you to, he just stood outside the ridiculously expensive restaurant your date had insisted on, then just so happened to conveniently forget his wallet, only after ordering the both of you two of the most expensive entrees on the menu.Ā
Carefully studying the tall building, shifting his body weight on either foot while waiting outside for you. All the while silently wondering if these are the only kind of guys you're into, the expensive restaurant, designer wearing, horrible credit kind.Ā
Eventually you did come outside, moving too quickly for heels that were as high as yours, glancing back to the glass front wall of the restaurant, wondering if your dad had seen you take the turn to the exit, instead of the bathroom.
After hearing you say once that you didnāt wanna talk about it, he filled the silent walk with ramblings of the hookup stories Jimmy would run his ear off about when he was trying to work.
Shoulders āmore like your shoulder and his upper arm, due to your height difference- just barely bumping together as you made the trek back to your place in the chilly, busy, Metropolis streets.
When he noticed your teeth slightly clatter and your shoulders shake a little from the breeze, he didn't say anything about how your date should've offered you his jacket the moment he saw you in that beautiful but slightly skimpy dress, like he wanted too.
Instead, he shrugged off his own, wordlessly draping in over your shoulders. He couldn't just tell you why heĀ couldn't get cold, despite how much he wanted to.
So instead he continued the flow of the conversation so you did not have the option to reject the sentiment, in fear of him being cold.Ā
Wrapping his jacket around yourself tighter, you wondered what it would be like to be more than friends with a guy like Clark. Even though you knew you didn't really want ā a guy like Clarkā, you really just wanted him.Ā
āWhat are you day dreaming about over there?ā he remarked from across the kitchen/living room, quickly noticing the lack of keyboard clacking from where you were sitting.
āJust about how I'm ready to tell you about my nightmare of a date from last weekā you stated in a sorta cocky tone, only because you know how much he hates not knowing things. Not looking up from your laptop, you quickly type in the last sentence of your paragraph.Ā
You listened from your cozy position on the couch as the tried to feign nonchalance at your statement, accidentally knocking something over in the process.
He was always so predictably, himself, yet another thing you loved about Clark Kent.
āYea?- Crapā¦ Ill ah, ill clean that up dont worryāĀ
āDidnt doubt it Kentā the words leaving your mouth in a vaguely mischievous tone, a plan forming in your mind. As you leisurely strolled over to the kitchen island, dropping yourself down on a creaky stool,Ā and scooping a handful of shredded cheese in your mouth, taking advantage of his distraction. By the time he noticed, you already raised your hand up to your mouth.
āHey dont! Ah you littleā¦ā he drew sarcastically from your kitchen floor, where he was looking up at you from his hands and knees, wiping up the spilled mixture before it could seep into your sketchy flooring, making a suspiciously attractive tsking noise.
You never noticed, but he always knew when you were going to take something, and what you were going to take. So heād secretly grate more cheese, or cut a few more strawberries, in anticipation for your stolen handful. Pretending he didn't know, because he knew you liked it.
Clark was just the kind of guy that remembered all those little things about you.Ā
Like how you ādidnāt believe in umbrellasā because it was ājust a little rainā. But you always found an umbrella in that little space between your wall and front door, where the paint is cracked along the seam.
Or how you never packed any food for yourself because you claimed you never got hungry at work.
Ā You did, wouldn't admit it, but you did. Clark knew that about you, which is why you'd always find an apple, crackers, and a juice box in a little box at the bottom of your laptop bag. With a little note in Clarks scribbly hand writing that says āeat me, im good for you!ā
You didn't verbally thank him because you knew he didn't want you to.
So instead you did little things for him too, brought new flowers for his apartment without mentioning it, always picking up two laundry detergents at the store because he never remembered it.
You weren't the kind of girl that remembered all the little things about people, you were barley able to remember your own shit, let alone somebody else's.
But for Clark? for him you did, every time.
Friends just do stuff like that, you told yourself. Don't be full of yourself, he doesn't like you, you're just close friends, your subconscious insists whenever your heart gets the notion that it could be for a different reason.Ā
āThought you had a story for me? Jeez, where are you today princess?āĀ
His words dragging you back down to earth, you met his slightly concerned gaze. he was using the nickname heād given you a while back, after you first asked him to make one of your āreels mealsā as he so cleverly called them.
(It wasn't that clever but you didn't have the heart to tell him, because he looked so proud of himself.)
āDidn't realize you were so eager to know about my love life, kansasā you replied, with a nickname of your own, one youāve also been calling him for a while.Ā
āYeah, yeah, you caught me, now spillāĀ
You couldn't help but giggle at his inability to hide his flaming curiosity when it came to you.
Ā āOkay well, it was going great until he showed up 40 minutes late with no textā¦ā
You watch as his jaw dropped, before you swear you literally saw the thought shoot up to his head, his face morphed into that of someone who was trying to stifle a laugh.
āWait, what do you mean it was going great until he was late? That was how he started the night!ā
He replied after he was sure he wouldn't burst out laughing in your face, although you still weren't too sure of his ability to compose himself.Ā Ā
āYeah it was great when I was at home!ā
Now he did laugh in your face, and you couldn't help but join him. It didn't matter what he was laughing at, between his dimples, and the tone of his laugh, you were always laughing with him.Ā
āAw princessā¦āĀ
He said, gazing at you with a remorseful look on his face. Not that remorseful, considering he still had that big dopey grin of his across his face, but still remorse nevertheless.Ā
āThats it Kent, you're not getting any more story time, youāve lost your privileges!ā you exclaim dramatically feigning sadness at his reaction.Ā
āI just, you deserve better. You know that right?ā he says, his laugh drying up, looking you straight in your eyes, completely serious when he says the last part of his sentence.
āYeah, i uh i know that it's justā¦ā you look down to where your fingers are fiddling with a bottle cap you hadn't even realised youād picked up, while you try to figure out how to word what you want to say.
āI'm tired of not having someone, you know? For all that romantic jazzā you trail off, trying to make your feelings sound less serious than they are, because you don't like serious feelings.
Clark however, doesn't mind talking about your feelings at all.Ā
āIs that why you went out with thatā¦ā he takes a second, choosing his words carefully as he tries to remember that he was raised as a well mannered farm boy who usually has no trouble refraining from profanity.
nother thing that was different with you, he felt so strongly about well, everything concerning you. Like it was all heightened or something.
āJackass?, jerkoff? dickhe- ā you fill in after noticing his lack of words.
āI was trying to avoid profanity, but yeah.ā he cuts you off, exaggerating the word āavoidā to remind you to not ābe so crassā.
āI guess, these days it feels like, having someone is better than nothing, yāknow?ā
āYeah i get itā
This is it, ask him on a date!! You're both lonely, Do it!
āHey listen Clark, would you uhm want toā¦ uh-ā
Your ability to speak is short circuited by his direct gaze into your eyes.
Youāve studied Clark Kentās face countless times, and every time, it steals away your ability to speak.Ā
The subtle crinkle in between his perfectly shaped eyebrows, the one that tells you, you have his complete undivided attention.
The stubble that he rarely let grow, but when he did, it extended your ovulation by 4 days, each time. And his blue eyes that held so much emotion when he looked at you, like you were the only girl heād ever seen.Ā
A sudden ding, that you quickly recognized as your oven timer, cut through the tension and made you jump a little.
āAnd that would be our lunch, let's see how it turned outā Clark said, trying not to sound excited at his newest creation.Ā
āYeah lets see if I'm gonna keep you aroundā you joked
To which Clark snorted in response as he kneeled down to pull the tray out of your old cranky oven.Ā
āLike you could find someone else to do crap like thisā he says under his breath, knowing he'd hate if you went out and got yourself a boyfriend to do this stuff for you, he definitely knew you could.
āMmm yeah i guess you're rightā¦ā you replied, letting him know you heard him anyway, extremely enticed by the smell wafting out the oven. If you could, you'd be floating out of your seat in the air to the smell of the food, like those cartoons you watched as a kid.Ā Ā
Clark got to work plating the food, placing in front of you, a plate, knife and fork. Before turning around to grab you a coke from your fridge.
Pouring it into a glass instead of just giving you the can like you insisted,
āHey, the can is fine!ā your groan, reaching for his arm across
āNo, that's soā¦ just noā you watched the 6 '4 man shudder at the idea of drinking soda straight out the can, quite the ridiculous sight.
āFine but you're just giving me unnecessary dishes to wash.ā
Scoffing in response ā like you ever wash dishes, please! Its dishwasher or dirty over hereā
āAnd besides, I cooked, ill wash the dishesā
āThats not how it worksā
āIts how it works with me, now eat your foodā he says while placing down the glass beside your plate.
Giving up on arguing with the incredibly stubborn giant in front of you, you instead dig your fork into your food and bring it up to your mouth.
āClark, this is great! holy sh-ā you grumble out loudly , bringing your hand up to cover your mouth, since your mouth is still full.
āHey, you can thank me by refraining from your course language, missyā he cuts you off before you finish your sentence.Ā
āYeah alright, dadā you remark under your breath, quiet enough so that there was no way he'd be able to hear it.
āWhat was that? He says without missing a beat, spinning around with a plate and glass of his own before setting it down across from you.
āWha- howād you hear that?ā you replied, shocked.Ā
āYou- yāsaid it so loud what do you mean?ā he said too quickly, like he was covering something up. Averting your eyes while he spoke in a tone that was too high for him to be telling the truth.
Normally, he is great at lying, seeing heās been doing it for more than 2 decades now. It's just that thing about it being you, that's causing his ability to dwindle.Ā
āOhā you spoke again, you knew you didn't say it audibly, you barely heard it yourself. Over the years, being friends with Clark Kent means youād have to pretend you didn't notice something.
There weren't any huge slip ups from him that would lead you to question if he wasnāt human or anything. Just little things, here and there.Ā
Like when he would take a pan out of the oven and use an oven mitt, only those oven mitts were way too thin for him to be holding the pan for longer than 5 seconds. Youād gotten them for 30 cents at a garage sale, youāre pretty sure theyāre older than you.Ā
So without even noticing you were doing it, youād make up excuses for him along the way.Ā
The oven mitts aren't that thin then, I must just have really sensitive hands or something.Ā
Oh anybody could've accidentally snapped that door handle off, it was loose.
Little things prevent you from believing the impossible that everyone did, whether they noticed it or not. Which was probably a big part of the reason Clark had managed to keep it undercover for as long as he did.Ā
ā Do yāhave any more horrible dates planned for tonight, or are you staying in?ā his voice cut through the momentary silence.
You scoffed before replying, āill have you know that the date I have planned for tonight is rather promisingā in a know-it-all tone.
āMhmā Clark says skeptically.
āWhats his name?ā he asks and you mentally kiss your teeth. You were hoping he didn't ask that.Ā
āItsā¦ā you take a second before continuing, brain scrambling to decide if youād rather make up a fake name then tell him, as you move food around with your fork.Ā
Sighing, you reluctantly continue, "It's Bartholemewā¦ But he goes by Bart!ā you're quick to add the latter when you see his lips beginning to curve in a cocky smirk.Ā
āWell I hope it goes well.ā
āSo do I Clark... so do Iā you said hopelessly.
It took a while for Clark to be comfortable enough with you to joke around with you a little. When you first became friends, he was all gentleman-y.
Ā Donāt get me wrong he still is, he's just able to joke around with you now, heās comfortable. That was what you weren't willing to risk by dating him. Him having someone comfortable to him was such a big factor in your lack of courage.Ā Ā
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Turns out Clark was right, your date sucked. After getting all dolled up, makeup, hair, the perfect dress, your date wasnāt just late.
He was hours late, as in your date started at 6 and he showed up empty handed at 8.. Heād texted you ā5 minutes babeā , at 7 o clock and even your standards weren't low enough to deal with that.Ā
So here you are, alone in your bed at 9:30, face rid of makeup all snuggled up in your bed, rewatching glee. Instead of being wined, dined, and brought back to bed like how you intended this night to go.Ā
Youād been wallowing in self pity for hours and decided to make it worse by ordering junk food around 30 minutes ago. Which is what you thought that the loud bang you heard was.Ā
Woah, the driver must be in a hurry, you thought.Ā
Only that noise didnāt come from the side of your wall that the door is on, no that came from across the apartment, from where your window is?
Dragging yourself out of bed, you go to investigate the noise, freezing suddenly when you hear your window latch open.Ā
Holy shit okay, okay this is happening. Fuck my phones dead, that's, that's fine i can do this.
You talk yourself up, grabbing the closest thing you can find to defend yourself, the umbrella.
Quietly, you creep around the corner, steps silent as adrenaline and nervousness buzz through your entire body. Hands shaking so bad you're worried the intruder can hear the latches on the umbrella clicking together.Ā
Taking one last deep breath, you veer your head around the coroner, only to find the last thing you would expect.Ā
āClark?ā The words leave your mouth at the same time your death grip around the umbrella loosens, clashing to the floor as you rush over to kneel beside the bleeding, large, groaning man on your floor.Ā
Your shock and adrenaline illuminates throughout your body even faster as you take in his appearance.Ā
His hair disheveled in a way you've never seen it before, his soft curls aren't combed back, they now sit all over his head, tangled with between the strands. His face is littered with little cuts,
your eyes zoom in on a particular gash under his eye. Watching it a little further, it almost looks like itsā¦ healing itself?Ā
You watch in amazement as the skin under his eye begins to pull itself together. Forcing yourself to look away, you trail your eyes down the rest of his body.
The familiar emblem is what you notice first, then your brain starts to register the deep blue covering his broad muscular shoulders, the dirtied red cape that surrounds his body.Ā
Clark Kent is Superman.
The thought races in your head as your mind draws you back to all the things you excused or turned a blind eye to all of these years, how could you have not noticed this?
āMāsorry, t-thought you werenāt homeā his deep, damaged voice cuts through the sound of your heart beating erratically in your eardrums.Ā
āClark youāreā¦ā you say, unable to continue.
āSuperman? Yeah i notic-ā he fills in for you, trying to joke away the terribly concerned look in your eyes.Ā
āHurtā you cut him off āYouāre really hurtā you say, eyes trained on the cuts littering his face, like you think it'll go away if you blink, like you think he will go away.
Shock drapes over his pained features, like he can't believe that you'd care about anything other than the stamp across his chest.Ā Ā
āYeah I was, mmfph, yeah I'm hurtā he concludes after trying, and failing, to sit up and talk to you.
Your thoughts momentarily short circuit, trying to figure out what to do, before realizing that you couldn't possibly know how to help him because he is an alien.Ā
Bringing your hand to either side of his face, forcing him to look at you when his eyes began to flutter closed and his head began to loll to the side.Ā
āHow do I help Clark?" you decide to just ask him, concern washing through your body at a rate that disables your critical thinking skills.
āI'm really sorry aboutā ahh jeez āthis, I thought you wouldn't be here ill-ā he drones on, literally apologizing for bleeding into your carpet.
Squeezing his face lightly, you interrupt him again, āClarkā
You watch him look at you, like he's trying to look straight through your eyes and into your mind to figure out what the hell you're thinking right now.
āYeah?ā tone softer than before.
āHow do I help?ā You say slowly, hoping that he'd stop feeling guilty and just tell you what to do.
āCan you uh, help me up? I'll be fine, I heal fast, I just need to sleep it off.
Immediately, you shift your body to help him up, a low deep groan leaving his lips when you begin to help him off the floor.
He begins to walk over to the front door of your apartment but you quickly drag him deeper into yours.Ā
āI can go.. Ill be fine i promiseā he begins
Holding your ground, āNo, no way Clark im not leaving you like this come onā you say as you lead him towards your bed.
He drops heavy onto your mountain of blankets, eyes closed in pain. You find yourself worrying about who's been taking care of him while he takes care of everyone else.Ā
You bring yourself to lay beside him, wrapping your hands around his head, wishing there was more you could do.
āAgain i'm sorry about this, about all of it i-ā
āStop apologizing Kent, trust me if I didn't want you here you wouldn't be hereā you joke, trying to make him feel less guilty.
You watch a small smile grace his face, wincing at the same time he does when the movement stretches a cut on his eyebrow.
āHow long?ā you askĀ
āHow long what?ā he replies, craning his head to see you
āHow long does it take for you to heal?ā
āOh this? This isnt bad ill be all good and out of your hair in a few hoursā he downplays.
āI guess I'll see what happens on the news tonight huh?
A low chuckle leaves him, filling the quiet roomĀ āYeah I guess you will.ā
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You both keep the conversation going, as an attempt to distract yourselves from how close you are to each other.
It doesn't work, every time your leg brushes against his thigh, or he shifts to get comfortable, you notice it. You both really notice it, and it's driving you crazy. At some point during your conversation,Clark was able to turn on his side to face you.Ā
So now it wasn't just the moderate physical touch that was driving you mad, it was the way he looked at you too. He looked at you like you were the best thing heād ever seen, and somewhere under that all that adoration, there was something darker that mustered as well.
Soon, you realized you both hadn't said anything for a whale, you were just looking. Just for a second, something you could have easily missed, his gaze dropped down to your lips.Ā
That second was all it looked for you to bring your face just that little bit closer, and finally close the gap between you two. Clark stilled for a moment, before beginning to move his lips on yours. He didn't kiss like you thought, in truth youād never been kissed like this before.Ā
He moved his lips on yours like he craved you for years, and maybe, he had?
His hands grazed the curve of your waist, seemingly asking for permission. You granted in by moving even closer to him, causing his back to lay flat on the mattress, you brought your thighs on either side of him.Ā
Ā Hovering your center over his, not because you didn't want them to connectā in this moment, you actually wanted nothing more, but because that would make it real.
Breaking the kiss would also make it real, it would mean you would have to look him in the eyes and give him the chance to take it back.
Eventually, did you have to pull away to breathe, and meet his gaze. When you did pull away, his lips were all pinked and swollen, pupils dilated and he studied you with the same intensity you studied him with. Searching your eyes for any sign of doubt, anything that told him you didn't want to cross this line.Ā
Because you both knew that once you did, there wouldn't be any going back.Ā
āAre you sure? I need you to be sureā his gruff voice cut through the blissful silence.
Deciding quickly in your head, you lowered yourself onto him, connecting your heat to his. The action earned you a deep growl that you were sure you would never forget.Ā Ā
Studying his expression again, you noticed the crinkle in between his eyebrows again, and felt a shock of worry course through you.Ā
āShit did I hurt you?ā You ask, voice sharp and concerned
āNot the word Iād use to describe it princessā he replied, a subtle smile on his face.
āI need to hear you say it, please.ā he spoke again, in a tone sounding like he was in pain.
You brought your face as close as you could without kissing him, and whispered the words heād dreamt about hearing for far too long.Ā
āI want this clark, I want youāĀ you told him, rolling your hips into his so you could watch him writhe underneath you.
Hearing those words seemed to flick a switch in Clark's mind, gripping your waist, he flipped the both of you in one swift motion. The action surprised you, causing a yelp to leave your lips.
āMaking noise for me already?ā He speaks slowly against your neck, trailing sloppy kissing along your sweet spots, as he begins undressing you.Ā
This new version of the sweet, thoughtful, gentle man you've known for years, has a pool of wetness collecting in your underwear.Ā
All you can do is moan helplessly while he works his way around your body, seemingly knowing every one of your buttons to press. The sounds you make bounce off the thin walls of your apartment, drawing Clark's attention.
He murmurs from his position just below your waist , āCant be too loud okay baby, walls are thināĀ
As he pulls your thin sleep shorts and underwear down your thighs.
āYou- youāreā¦ wowā he stutters out.
āClark!ā you whine, struggling to keep your composure since he is taking so long.
āSorry, sorry babyā he says, dragging the suit from its low position on his hips, all the way down to his ankles, before kinking it off.Ā
Leaving him in his boxers, you examine his length through them, sitting up on your elbows to watch him.Ā
Dragging your eyes away from his underwear and back up to his gaze when he catches you staring. A lopsided smile sits on his face as he watches you. Youāre in nothing but your red lacy bra now, youād still had it on from your previous night plans. Desperately whining for him to bury his cock deep inside you.Ā
You watch him peel his underwear off, as soon as his cock is released from its confines, all nine inches of him spring out against his stomach. Tip glistening in precum, you don't even notice your tongue come out to wet your lips.
A smug chuckle leaves Clark's lips as he brings himself back down on top of you, his arms on either side of your head.
āCondom?ā your eyes watch as his mouth contours to form the word, wanting nothing more than for him to have his mouth on you.
Your gaze is still trained on his lips while the words leave your mouth,
Ā āI-im on the pillā you stutter out. The realization that this is finally happening hitting you all at once.
āOkay, are you sure you wannaā¦?āĀ Clark speaks again, still wanting to make sure everything was right for you.Ā
āYea, yes just, kiss me? Pleaseā you say while bringing your hand up to either side of his head, dragging his lips down to yours. You feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip and the action has you opening your mouth even wider for his access.Ā
Pulling apart from you, Clark lazily strokes himself in preparation. You look down at the motion to find yourself entranced by the sight.Ā
āGonna make my girl feel goodā he mutters the words more to himself than to you.
Ā You feel the tip of his cock graze your entrance and gasp, causing his head to look away from where you're both connecting, and back at you.Ā
āTell me if I need to stop, okay?ā he says, light concern floating evident on his expression.
āOh hold onā you say, contouring to try and remove your bra, before you feel a large hand on your stomach stop you.
āWait can you uh, can you leave it onā he says, eyes gauging your reaction.
Swallowing, you nod and lay back down, gesturing for him to continue.Ā
āYou say the word and I stop okay? No hard feelingsā
āClarkā¦āĀ
āYeahā
āFuck me pleaseā you dont even recognize your own voice, desperation so evident in your tone.Ā
Your words are all it takes for Clark to move himself into you, a synchronized moan leaving the both of you. Your hands shoot to grip either side of his arms, to brace yourself.Ā
āHpmh- you feel, shit baby can I move?ā he strangles out, using all his control to not thrust further up into you.
You nod eagerly, the feeling of him inside you with nothing in between the both of you unlike anything youād ever felt before, you'd had raw sex before but it wasn't like this.
Clark drags himself out of you, before aggressively thrusting back into your throbbing pussy, that had been sucking him in with so much force, it took effort to move.
He continues his motions, causing moans so harsh to leave you, you weren't sure if you were moaning or screaming.Ā
āClar- Clark, feels so, i canātā¦fuckā you sputter out, brain rendered useless when he was fucking you this well.
āWhat's that princess? Where's all your attitude now baby?ā
His words cause you to squeeze him in even further, his cock throbbing with need inside you is all you can think about.Ā
Clark brings his motions to a stop, causing a look of confusion to cover your features. He brings his hands to the backs of both your knees beside you, and your ankles over his shoulders.
In this new position, he somehow feels even deeper than before. He continues his pace, fucking you like youve been waiting for.Ā
āGāna, fuuckk, Clarkā you scream, feeling the tight coil in your stomach radiate through you, unable to control yourself.Ā
Youāve never come so hard in your life, toes curling, vision blurry, all the while he is still pumping in and out of you, searching for his own release.Ā
You feel a large palm clamp over your mouth muffling your loud cries as Clark buries his face on your shoulder, releasing his load, deep into you.
All you can do is lay there and listen to his moans of pleasure as you let him use you.Ā
You both sit there for a minute, breathing heavily against each other, coming down from your highs.Ā
After a moment, Clark drags himself out of you and drapes a blanket over your naked, sore and shaking body. Your eyes flutter shut as you hear the shower begin to turn on, and Clark returns, still naked, holding a towel.
āCome on let me get you cleaned upā
After watching you groan and roll deeper into the mattress, Clark lets out a sigh of amusement before lifting you in his arms and carrying you towards the bathroom.
Adding to the overflowing list of things you loved about Clark Kent.Ā
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If any of the Bats or Robins, bring home or befriend a Kryptonian, Bruce has to run a short, to the point PowerPoint on how to care for your Kryptonian before he will agree to allow you to bring one into the Manor or hang out with one or add one to your team. By short and to the point, that is actually an hour and twenty-six minutes, not counting the educational videos and short, standardised questionnaire.
Kryptonians tend to begin to float upwards when excited or giddy or having fun, like a great big helium balloon. A gentle tug on their clothes will usually bring them back to earth but it is best not to openly address it since it can make your Kryptonian either annoyed or self conscious.
When on public transport or in crowded areas, speak to your Kryptonian if they seem to be overstimulated. Sometimes the deployment of some sort of hand held device or book or item can aid in the assurance of your alien buddy.
When dining out with your Kryptonian, ensure they do not ingest the silverware or the glassware. This may be due to accident from lack of attention or it may be on purpose. They may assure you that all is well, they can eat it without getting harmed but if youāre in public, gently remind them of their civilian identity.
Following up on that point, do not encourage your Kryptonian to ingest dangerous items including but not limited to; nails, guns, glass, gravel, rocks, steel bars, concrete blocks, radioactive matter.
When flying with your Kryptonian, please ensure you are secured through the use of a standard issue tether or held securely with BOTH arms/hands (not by cape or clothing). Please also discuss a dismound protocol and a landing sequence. If you feel air sick, inform your Kryptonian. Also make note of exits and signs of mechanical failure.
Do not encourage your Kryptonian to use their powers in situations that do not meet the requirements, which include but again, not limited to imminent death, injury to oneself or the possibility of those things to others. You are not permitted to ask your Kryptonian to ice your drink, fly you to appointments when transport is available, spy on people through their vision and hearing, move stuff because of their increased strength, use their invulnerability to do dangerous things for āfunā.
In caring for your Kryptonian, please know the symptoms of Kryptonite poisoning. Green Kryptonite will cause pain, weakness and sometimes intense flu like symptoms. Red will cause behavioural changes along with physical abnormalities and may cause your Kryptonian to go against inhibitions. Hairloss, hair growth and structural changes may also occur. Black may cause a split in personality. Silver will cause your Krytonian to be paranoid and hyper vigilant. Blue Kryponite will cause pain and weakness to Bizarro only (Jason take note). If your Kryptonian experiences or displays any of these symptoms, please contact the nearest team member, but keep your kryptonian calm, relaxed by using soothing words and secure them in a safe place and offer weighted blanket or nourishing hot beverage if safe.
Bruce will say it is to make sure the kids donāt accidentally get hurt but he really cares about his buddy and doesnāt want the kids to make the same mistakes he made when befriending Clark. Everybody has to sit the course. Dick, Damian, Jason, Tim, Cass and Steph each have to take the course every 3 months while Duke claims that being a meta himself makes him exempt. Clark, Kara, Jon, Kon and Bizarro do not know anout the classes nor the PowerPoint
Suh Ankripton: The New Kryptonian Language from Superman
The latest from Jessie and me is Suh Ankripton: the new Kryptonian language from Superman (2025). It shows up in a key (but minor) way in the new film, though you'll hear it again in future (and a lot more of it). It's head-initial: SVO and inflectional, with verbs that are meatier than we expected... Eventually I'll put the dialogue from the movie up on my AO3, but I want to wait until people have had a chance to see it, as the dialogue plays a key role in the film. Look for that in the coming weeks!
I love when the Fortress of Solitude is extremely protective of Bruce. The AI knows Bruce is Clarkās. Not just his partner or lover, but the one. So the AI feels like an almost overbearing need to take care of him. Fics sometimes write the Fortress AI as seeing Bruce as Clarkās mate because of Kryptonian traditions/biology, whether he could get pregnant or not, so they have to protect him. I personally really like them, however, I was also thinking about it from a slightly different perspective.
To preface the post, I think superbat complements each other's character, drive, and what isolates them from the world, and that makes them some of the only people that can truly understand each other's experience. In particular, they both have the ability/tendency to "know everything," in very vague terms. Clark can hear, see, and smell at a superhuman level, while Bruce feels the duty to know everything about everything. Itās nature to them and it signifies both immense responsibility and isolation. (I can and will talk more about this, but this is not the point of this post) However, Clark has to learn how to tune out his heightened senses for himself and the privacy of others, while Bruceās feeling of responsibility keeps him from people he loves.Ā
I personally love when they are both one, absolute freaks worthy of a Gothic romance, and two, enablers of this behavior they normally have to control. Bruce lets Clark see all of him, get to know him at an almost cellular level. Not even just his heartbeat or how he breathes, but learn about his body in ways no person should. Clark lets Bruce run experiments to understand his Krytonian biology/nature/history and use the fortress for information.
I want to see the fortress be as obsessed with Bruce as Clark is. To want to learn everything about his body because it wants him to be Safe. When he gets into the fortress, to immediately check his vitals. To want to heal even minuscule injuries. To scold Clark if it doesnāt think Bruce is healthy enough. To not want to let people get to Bruce if heās not feeling well or it deems their intentions bad.
Maybe, once Bruce starts learning about Krypton, its history, culture, and language, the AI is very pleased in helping. It wants to talk to him in Kryptonian. Clarkās mateāis that the word I'm using?!? I guess?!?āshould be able to speak Kryptonian. It starts using Kryptonian terms for important things, to make them familiar. It grants him access to important databases or areas in the fortress.Ā
Clark is confused by this reaction, because he didnāt think that could happen or how it can just perceive the magnitude of his relationship with Bruce. Bruce is taken aback, because itās interesting that the fortress could do that but itās also another layer of trust he has to learn to give. But the fortress is an extension of Clark so he feels compelled to let it. It's almost comforting, with the misconstrued and weird notion of privacy Clark and Bruce already have, like he's being taken care of.
I'm actually stopping myself here, this is already too long.
