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#What If I Told You This Is The Best First Kiss I’ve Seen In Years 

+Bonus

౨ৎ꣑ৎtexts with john logan (part two)౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x john logan

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first time writing for him... hope its not too ooc😭

Satoru tried to come back home early from his missions as much as he could, seeing the way your smile grew at his unexpected presence always made the complaints from the higher-ups worth it.

"You're back!" you nearly yelped when you caught him walking through the front door.

"I'm back!" he lifts a bag over his head, "And I brought snacks."

"You really are perfect," you say reaching for the bag of treats in his hand.

He accepts your praise, smiling from ear to ear. Still, Satoru couldn't help but be a tease. You tried to retrieve the bag from his hands, but he quickly pulls away to leave a look of discontent twisted onto your face.

"Kiss first?" When you turned away, he pleaded some more. "Please?"

You playfully roll your eyes before pulling him close. "Is that all?"

His lips don't seem eager to leave yours. "Another one?"

"Give me the snacks first. Please?" you copy Satoru's pleading gimmick from before.

"I will," he reassures you. "After just one more kiss."

"I'll make it two." Your lips find his again, more than eager.

He presses one kiss to your lips. Then another. "You're too kind."

You're still smiling against his lips when he dangles the bag of snacks back into your view.

"Here," Satoru pretends to be reluctant when handing you your goods, but you catch him with a smile framed by the memory of you recent kisses. "You win."

"Thanks. Can I.. get one more?"

Satoru tilts his head. "One more bag? I mean I guess I can go back to the store if that's-"

"No silly," your arms wrapped around his shoulders. "One more kiss."

"Oh," he looks too smug for your liking. "So now you want another kiss? Just a second ago you were more than eager to trade me off for some snacks.

Your tempted to tease, wanting to tell him not to push it. But all thoughts of amusement melt away as soon as his hand cradles your cheek.

"So you want just one more kiss?"

You nod, your eyes not leaving his.

He doesn't bother making a remark, kissing you slower this time. You squeeze his hand as soon as he pulls away.

Satoru lets out a snicker. "Alright," he sighs as he takes you into his arms bridal style.

"What are you-"

"This is what you wanted isn't it?"

"I just- I just wanted my snacks!" you tried to defend yourself.

*ೃ♡ Kara's encounter with you and Clark *ೃ♡

clark kent x fem reader

The Justice Gang has kept Clark busy for three days, two days longer than what they had promised you when they broke into your apartment during an impromptu dinner date to steal Clark for one of their missions.

Scratch that, make it tree days and a half. Clark had made it back to you late at night, when a third day without him had already passed. He returned to you slightly bruised, but it was nothing that couldn't be healed by the Sun.

"Hi," his hand flies up awkwardly to greet you. One of his legs are still up in the air, you caught him entering your apartment through the window for some reason. Maybe Clark's injuries also included memory loss, he must've forgotten than he had a key.

Your arms are crossed, but you're more worried than annoyed. "What happened to your face?"

He tries a joke, not knowing it wouldn't land well. "If you think this is bad you should see the other guy, or should I say robot?" He tries again, "If you think this is bad you should see the other robot-guy."

"Clark-"

"What? Was that not funny? Darn, I've been working on that joke for the past two days."

"That's what you've been doing? You sent me a message saying you and the Justice Gang were dealing with some big bad villain emergency situation-"

"Well yes, if it wasn't an emergency I wouldn't have been gone for so long. You know I can't stay away from you unless it's absolutely necessary honey."

"I know, I know," you sigh out. "I'm just crabby. And tired, it is kinda late." The gleam of the moon shines from outside your window, you see pieces of it reflect off Clark's eyes. Or maybe he just carries the same shine that the moonlight does.

"Crabby huh?" he smiles, inching closer to you.

"It actually has more to do with my lack of sleep," you defend yourself. "It is past midnight after all."

"That's not what you said," he ran a thumb along your chin. "Sounds like to me that you've developed some sort of attitude since I've been gone."

You grin, pulling him close by tugging at the round neckline of his superman suit. Clark takes initiative and easily scoops you up and makes his way towards the couch.

"Clark," you look to him worriedly. "Are you sure you should be lifting me up when you're injured like this?"

"I told you honey if you think I'm injured you should've seen-"

"Should've seen the other guy. Er- robot monster, yeah I heard," you quickly cut him off before leaning in to kiss him

"Why do I get the feeling that you don't like my jokes?" Clark asks as you pull away from him for air, he takes the opportunity to lay you down onto the couch for a chance to be in a more comfortable position

"I never said that," the words leave you quickly, you're much too eager to close the distance between the two of you again instead of discussing Clark's humor habits.

"So you like my jokes then?" It's an odd question for Clark to ask when he's practically laying on top of you.

"Only because you're pretty." You catch the flush in his cheeks and use the opportunity to kiss him again. "Although right now you're looking a little rough," you joke.

Clark playfully presses a kiss to your nose before going back to your lips.

"Clark," you manage to murmur in between his kisses.

"Hm?"

"Are you sure you're okay? With how injured you are-"

"I'm fine," he promises. "All I need is someone to kiss me better. You up for the challenge?"

Your response is clear by the kiss you leave on his lips. "Stubborn boy," your smile meets his once more.

Clark loves it when you kiss him slow, loves it so much that he chooses to be unaware of his surroundings so he can focus completely on you. Which is how he missed the sound of Kara zooming by the window.

He only discovers the voicemail his cousin left the next morning. His hands are busy tying his tie to hold the phone up next to his ear, so her message is played on his phone's speaker.