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Keni

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The best thing Iâve ever made

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KISS IT BETTER ââââă clumsy!reader, established relationship, minor injury, domestic fluff, kisses, slightly suggestive at end...
clark always cooks.
he likes to, and he's good at it too, doesn't let you lift a finger actually. takes pride in treating you and finding recipes you like. god, if you even try to help he's hovering over you watching you whisk or chop or stir like a goddamn hawk. clark likes to say he balances it out by letting you clean afterwards but truly he doesn't like that either, if he could he'd do everything and simply let you sit back and look pretty, perched on the kitchen counter while he works away like the sweet domestic bliss is his natural habitat.
but today was different, you finished work early and it was date night. you just wanted to treat clark for once, was that so wrong?
now you're humming to yourself, making lasagne, the most romantic meal you, sort of, knew how to make.
you're standing in the kitchen, flushed from the heat of the summer night and the sauce pans simmering on the stove while you finely chop at some vegetables in your thin cotton pajamas, taking glances at the recipe you scribbled down from clarks mama the other night, keeping in mind she said it was one of his favorites. you moved your hands slowly just how clark always told you to, feeling out the weight of the knife in your hand and listening closely to the rhythmic thump of the knife into the chopping board.
a proud grin graces your pretty face, this was totally easier than clark made it out to be, you assured yourself in your own head, daring yourself by speeding up your pace. you don't even hear the front door click open or the familiar thud of clark's work bag onto the wooden floor of your small apartment.
âhoneyâŠ?â, his voice calls out deep, his head perking up like a puppy about to jump into action at the smell of food as he turns the corner into the kitchen.
your stomach flips at the realization clark had arrived, still in his work suit and with a hint of exhaustion behind his eyes, you've already adorned your little domestic smile to welcome him as he strode into the kitchen.
it doesn't last very long.
your smile suddenly drops when you feel a sharp stinging sensation from the tip of your finger.
âowâ shitââ, you hiss out before clark comes to the rescue, worry dawning his face at the prick of blood blooming from the little cut.
âbabyââ, he huffs out, shaking his head softly with a little tut, taking your hand softly in his and putting down the knife.
âwhat're you doingâ what is all this?â
you frown softly, chewing your lip a little embarrassed now at the state of the kitchen. maybe in your little domestic dream world you didn't exactly realise the piled dishes and half burnt sauce that simmered over the pan and dribbled onto the stove.
âdinnerâŠâ, you mumble out sheepishly letting him run his thumb over your palm in little soothing circles.
âyknow how i feel about thatâ you just got back from work too, you should be exhaustedââ, he huffs out with a gentle smile, his voice a low comforting hum close to your ear.
âjust wanted to do a little something yknowâŠ?â, you shrug guiltily, making his lips twitch up as he nods in soft understanding.
âit's okay sweetheart, just run it under the tap while i clean up, okay?â, clarks head tilts, his eyes gleaming down at you from behind his glasses, smiling at your little pout as you nod up at him and pad towards the sink, doing as told.
as you soothe over the little cut he gets to work immediately. loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves, showing off his smooth muscled forearms, you couldn't help but let your eyes flicker down to them as he switched off the stove and wiped down the counter moving with ease across the work tops. you can't help but let out a little laugh when he sneaks a taste of the sauce with a soft slurp.
clark turns around, putting his attention back on you, stepping closer and watching the blood run down the sink drain, in a swirling mix with the cool water.
âsauce was a little saltyââ
you roll your eyes at his little whisper giving him a gentle push with your free hand.
âclarkââ
âwhatâ? iâm being honestâŠâ, his voice is low and smooth as warm chocolate followed by the rubble of his laugh, he's so close you can smell his cologne, distracting you from the slight sting of your injury.
clark notices the grimace running over your face and the tension in your brow. his eyes flick down to the split skin of your finger, blood blooming from the little gash.
âhoney you gotta be more carefulâŠâ
you nod softly chewing at your lip before his big hand comes to your face, holding you so gently as his thumb rubbed gently against your cheek. his other hand reached for your injured one pulling it close to his face, feigning a serious look.
âwe might have to amputate itââ
âreallyâ?â, you laugh softly playing along.
âoh, iâm dead serious.â, even with his furrowed brow he couldn't help but break out a smile, his lips twitching up into amusement with yours.
âif you're gonna play doctor why dont you just kiss it better instead?â
clark perks up at this, his thumb running along the cut softly as he nods all too quickly, practically giddy at the thought of kissing his own girlfriend.
âyes ma'amââ he hums out with that boyish southern lilt slipping in, sweet as southern honey.
you flush warm as he presses his lips against the gash, blinking down at you as he stilled there a second, like he was actually kissing it better, like he could actually take away even the tiniest amount of pain inflicted upon you.
âbetter?â, he hums against your skin, making you a little dizzy.
âhmmâ i dunno baby, still stings...â, you tease sweetly, earning a squeeze of his big hands.
âguess I gotta keep tryinâââ
he pressed another kiss to your skin, followed by another to your wrist and another and another till he was working his way up your arm. all you could do was stand there watching him lose himself in his affection.
ây'taste sweet babyââ, clark murmurs into you all distracted, breathing you in.
eventually you've been tugged close, your chest pressed flush against his in the quiet dim kitchen, with only the buzzing light and clarksâ heavy breaths as he nudged his face into the crook of your neck, rubbing his nose into your soft skin whilst he placed soft fluttery kisses wherever he could reach, smiling as you squirm slightly and giggle with your arms wrapped over his hunched shoulders.
âthink im better now clarkââ
ânah uhâ can't be certain âbout it sweetheartââ, he hums between kisses leading up to your face and across your jaw as he picks you up with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist. clarks mouth lands on yours, with a slight desperate need, he nips at your lips letting his tongue run across the seam.
âmaybe we should do a proper examinationâŠ?â
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wait i beg for more virgin clark
u caught me at peak ovulation
BED CREAKS & LESSONS â Clark Kent
pairing: clark kent / f!reader. content: 18+ smut. descriptions of sex (f. receiving (heâs a munch.) fingering, spit and p in v.) afab!reader. virgin!clark but heâs just good at eating tbh. clark is guided through his very first sexual encounter. not proofread, iâm bad at writing smut AHH. (wc: 3.9k)
oooh! just had an idea!!! bombshell reader x spencer where he comes over to her apartment one day on the weekend to suprise her with breakfast/flowers bc they just started dating. however, bombshell is in sweats/no makeup/messy hair when she answers but when she sees its spencer, she FLIPS out/slams the door bc she doesnt want him to see her in that state. spencer, however, is confused ofc because he genuinely doesnt notice her outfit/lack of makeup and thinks she is gorgeous no matter what.
hope this is ok ⥠fem, 1.1k
The song starts slow and ends slower. You could picture Spencer listening to it, his head on your shoulder or yours on his, wired earphones shared between you.Â
You grab a pencil to jot a quick post-it note so you'll remember, one knee on your desk chair. You don't want to sit down with the shower running in case you get distracted by your new photo frame.
You and Spencer took a photo to commemorate finally getting together. Or rather, Hotch did, standing behind the camera with an impossible mixture of fondness and disapproval. You look like a true couple with matching graphic t-shirts and beaming smiles, Spencer's arm over your shoulders and yours behind his back. You can't see it without staring; you use all your strength to ignore the photo, pulling your post-it from its pad and tacking the yellow square to your vanity. Tell Spencer about love song from Ocean Boulavard.Â
The door to your apartment rings with a knock. If you weren't distracted in your losing don't-think-about-Spencer battle, you'd recognise the timid pattern of it.Â
You've been expecting a parcel all weekend.Â
"Coming!" you call, tugging a sweater over your vest top, plaid pyjama pants dragging against the floor as you make your way out of your bedroom and into the main living area. "Two seconds!"Â
You give yourself a precursory glance in the mirror next to the door before you answer it. You'd never go out like this, but the delivery driver won't see you long. You're mostly clean and fully dressed, though your socks don't match.Â
That's another thing to tell Spencer. He must be rubbing off on you.Â
"Hello," you say cheerily, pulling the door open with a smile.Â
"Hi," Spencer says, big brown eyes aglow at the sight of you, his hands full to bursting. There are enough things in his hands to hide his chest completely.Â
hi honey!! i have a request of sad spencer comforted by bombshell reader. maybe hes the one on the brink of tears and really shes just there for him please
thanks for your request!!! fem, 1k
Spencer Reid can't stop frowning.Â
âYou know what I've been reading lately?â you ask him.Â
âCosmopolitan?âÂ
âThat's just sexist.âÂ
Spencer points at the copy of Cosmopolitan hidden between papers and an open book where it lies on the desk in front of you, a smile interrupting his frown momentarily. âSorry,â he says.Â
âOh, don't be sorry.â You squint at him ever so slightly as you cross one leg over the other and sink back into your borrowed seat. âThat's on me. But, you know⊠this isn't my desk. That could be anybody's magazine.âÂ
He laughs politely and turns back to his work.Â
âYou don't wanna know what I'm actually reading?â you ask.Â
He stares at his keyboard. âMm.âÂ
He's not listening. That's alright. You don't really want to tell him about what you've been reading; it's just a book.Â
You slide your chair closer to his and peek at the computer. He's on a page for American Airlines, flights to Las Vegas, but he hasn't clicked anything. Spencer grew up in Las Vegas, and his mom still lives there alone in a sanitorium for the mentally ill. She can get really sick at a moment's notice. You know heâs been thinking about that more lately.Â
âIs everything okay, Spencer?â you ask quietly.Â
You incline your head to his. He looks up, at first surprised by your attention, and then abashed. âYeah.âÂ
âYou don't seem yourself,â you say, putting your hand on his arm. You feel up to the crook of his elbow, waiting for him to shrug you off. He doesn't move. You stroke his skin with your thumb. âYou can talk to me, you know? I hope you know that, anyways.âÂ
âYeah, I know, it'sâŠâ His voice wobbles. You lean in closer. âIt's nothing.âÂ

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clark kent, fem, suggestive, 0.5k â supa dupa old draft
Your (almost) first time with Clark, you can barely focus with the way heâs kissing and holding you.
His big hands creep up under your soft nightgown, accompanied by his quiet âOkay?âs or âMay I?âs that make you shiver. He presses sweet kisses down your jaw, your neck, your collarbones, completely enamored by you. You feel all too comfortable on his not-quite-soft but also not-quite-firm mattress, propped up on his plush pillows, and the thought of going to fourth base with someone so dreamy tenses you up.
You havenât gone that far in a while, and it feels like falling with no safety net in sightâand it isâwhich is why you stop.
âClark,â you sigh. Your fingers suddenly curl around his shoulder, wrinkling up his cotton sleepshirt, and you squirm under him. âClark, Clark, Clarkâwait.â
He stiffens, lips hovering just above your sternum before he lifts his head of curlsâglassy eyes meeting your wide ones. âHmm?â He kisses your cheek, reassuring and present.
âŠbright loveâŠ
Author's Note: the ways clark loves you
â§ïœ„ïŸ:clark says he loves you all the time. It falls out of his mouth more like a breath than an actual declaration, because he doesnât think of it as some grand gesture. He loves you, as sure as he knows the yellow sun will rise. And since he loves you, you should know. So that you know youâre loved, just as well as the tree that grow up to the light.
â§ïœ„ïŸ:and you know you are loved. Even without the constant flow of Clarkâs I love yousâending phone calls and signing off texts and when he kisses your cheek in the morningâheâd never do anything to make you doubt it. Clark finds pride in loving you. He sees you as the thing that brings him hope when even he loses sight of the way the storms always clear. Youâre the most beautiful thing in a world full of beautiful things, and that makes you worthy of worship.
â§ïœ„ïŸ:you feel worshipped. Clark always keeps a hand on your waist and whispers adoring affirmations in your ear. You look so nice, smell so good, light up the whole room. Heâs proud of you when you give a speech, and brings you food before you even ask for it. Youâre the center of his very big universe, and heâs never going to let you forget it.
â§ïœ„ïŸ:no one else is allowed to forget either. Itâs always have you met my girlfriend? Sheâs the best, no matter where you are. Clark doesnât get drunk, but Jimmy says he might as well be whenever they go out and he spends the whole night whining about how much he misses you. How much he loves you. How amazing you are, and where are you, and why canât you be here? With him? What if you forget he loves you? That would be the worst thing in the world.

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clark trying to convince you to live in the fortress of solitude đđđ
i know this was just an observation but it made me want to elaborate that moment between clark & reader đ
FORTRESS OF UNIFICATION â Clark Kent
pairing: clark kent / f!reader. word count: 582. content: addition to this fic. established relationship. silly bickering over where to live.
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Blind In Loveđ„
Description: You and Clark have been friends for years but you donât know why everyone thinks youâre together
Word Count: 1.2k (just a cutesy short one)
Omg Iâm pretty sure that tiktok was a compilation video of a husband kissing his wifeâs head and feet every time he left for work. Like heâd literally go down to the foot of the bed to kiss her feet đ„ČïżŒ
oh yup. this one right here.
pairing: clark kent / wife!reader. word count: 557. content: fluff. established relationship. kissing. clark could eat you and thatâs the gist of it.
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i saw a video where the wife texts her husband that sheâs leaving while heâs busy and he immediately gets up and searches for her to stop her, do you think you could pls write that with clark? thank you!Â
Ty for requesting! fem, 0.7k Clark gets a wrinkle between his brows when heâs reading. Itâs an expression completely paradoxical to his own enjoyment; he looks like he could throw his tablet across the room and never read again, but heâll tell you how great it was later, over dinner or laying against you in bed.Â
You are, admittedly, attention-seeking as you write him your text. But can you be blamed? You figure anyone with a boyfriend like yours would seek his attention, and often, especially when youâve been home from work for three hours waiting for him to finish his book so you can make dinner together. He insisted.Â
You created a new recipe for work that got the third page in the Daily Planetâs spread a few days, and though Clark had the privilege of trying it many many times while you were developing it, he insisted you make the finished product together to celebrate your âgeniusâ and to âappeaseâ his stomach, which loves your cooking.Â
Im leaving, you type, pondering how best to get him to come and love on you. text me when ur done with ur book <3Â
You add the heart because you donât want him stricken by the text, and you certainly donât want to start an argument. Youâd just like him to dote on you and also some dinner. Usually youâd simply tap him on a hard shoulder and say, Hey angel, did you forget the time?Â
The text pings. Clark reads a few more lines of his book before he puts down his tablet and takes his phone in hand, tapping in his password, and opening your texts. He reads the newest one with a pinched brow, then his head snaps up as he gives a small, fearful gasp.Â
âHey, where are you going?â he asks, scrambling up off of the sofa toward you where youâre half hiding in the kitchen. âDonât leave.â
âIâm just gonna do some errands and stuff while youâre reading. Oofââ
The air puffs out of you from the force of his grabbing. He takes you into his arms and folds you into an embrace that smells like woody pear blossom and almond oil, your face forced into the curve of his neck. âWhy didnât you say something, bubby?â he asks, sounding truly, sincerely heartbroken. He pulls his arm up your back and makes another small gasp. âJeez, look at the time. Iâm sorry, I didnât realise it was getting this late! Gosh, I bet youâre starving to death, poor girl, Iâve completely neglected you.â
You wrap an arm behind him, feeling the solid planes and shapes of his muscles beneath your warm hand. âA little,â you say, too soft, too silken. Itâs nearly silly how small your voice sounds.Â
Clark just sighs. âDonât go get errands without me, sweetheart, you need something to eat first. You canât skip dinner, youâll give yourself a headache. Iâll give you a headache,â he says, sounding rather self-loathing. âSorry. Iâve ignored you.â
âWell, yeah, but thatâs usually how reading goes.â
âI thought there wasnât a ton leftââ He tips your head back. Itâs not forceful, and yet, at the same time, you feel moved, like you donât have much choice in things as he handles you into whatever position heâd like you to be. He smiles when he meets your eyes, presses a short, sweet kiss to your cheek. âSo sorry. Iâm a jerk.âÂ
âClark, itâs okayââ He pecks you and starts cutting off your words, âIâm not madâ I didnât want to wasteâ my eveningâ sat at the bar scrollingâ on myâ oh my godâ on my phone.â You giggle, kissed into tingling lips and warmed by his big hands running up and down your back. âCan I have another one?â
Clark leans down slowly to give you another kiss.Â
âWe will make dinner right now,â he says into your mouth, âso please donât leave. Howâm I supposed to cook with my heart missing?â Itâs so insanely corny, you wrap yourself around him like an octopus. He shifts backward to take all your weight. âIs this a yes to staying?â he asks into your cheek.Â
âCan you cook with me like Iâm a backpack?âÂ
âDonât be silly. Of course I can.âÂ
Wanna Take a Bath?
synopsis: clark kent and reader take a bath after a long day
just a fluffy little fic :)
kinda rushed and not rlly proofread. fem!reader
word count: 1.0k
enjoy!
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clark had a bad day. it was obvious the moment he stepped through the door of your shared apartment.
it was obvious in the way his shoulders sagged, in the way his whole being seemed to droop.
he was carrying a weight. one that was heavy and isolating and constant.
and for reasons that werenât entirely selfish, you were glad that he found solace in your arms. you were glad that he sought comfort only from you, never letting anyone see underneath. no one but you.
âhi, honey.â his voice came out as a low rumble.
in an instant, you were in front of him and your arms were open. a tradition at this point, to greet him at the door since you always got home first.
he sagged against you immediately, burying his nose in your hair and letting out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh. as soon as your arms were firmly wrapped around his neck, he loosened.
you loved the way he leaned against you. loved the feeling of him surrendering after a long day.
âhmmâŠwelcome home,â you murmured in his ear, your fingers finding the nape of his neck and promptly sliding into his tousled black hair.
it mightâve looked funny to an outsider, the sight of the large, hulking man leaning on his much smaller girlfriend but it made sense to you. that was all that mattered.
âi love you,â he whispered back into your ear. âi missed you.â
his hands, big and warm, slid up and down your back for a moment.
âlong day?â you asked softly. tentative and casual. you knew you probably wouldnât get a straight answer.
for as long as you had been dating, Clark hated bringing work troubles home. He didnât like talking about anything that stressed him out with you. not because he didnât want you to know, but because he knew you would worry. and clark would rather die than worry you about things you couldnât even control.
âhmm,â was all you got and suddenly you were being lifted into the air, his arms secured under your bottom. you let out a giggle but didnât miss the way he dodged the question.
you let it slide this time, his avoidance, but youâd still try and ask about it later. only with the goal of comforting him.
âwanna take a bath?â you asked then as he walked you both back to your bedroom.
you craned your neck so you could see his face properly. the idea seemed to interest him judging by the small smile on his face.
âi think,â he said, placing a soft kiss to your neck, âthatâs a wonderful idea.â
with you still firmly in his arms, he walked the two of you into your bathroom and set you down on the counter.
your bathroom wasnât huge but it did have a fairly deep bathtub, something that was essential to both of you when you were searching for a place.
he loosened his tie and immediately you were sucked into the sight of your gorgeous boyfriend undressing. his tie fell to the floor, his eyes locked on yours, and then his hands went to the top button of his work shirt.
you wouldnât have that.
you slid off the counter and padded towards him, shooing his hands away from his shirt. he smiled at that but let you anyways, not one to turn down your assistance.
pushing the shirt off his shoulders, you marveled at his big chest. even after dating for over a year, you were still in awe of his physique. still wildly attracted to it.
you ran your hands over his chest and down his shoulders.
a shiver racked his body and you looked at his face to see his eyes trained on you.
âyour turn,â he said softly, his fingers dancing on the hem of your t-shirt. silently asking permission.
your stomach still did weird flips at his polite, respectfulness.
you lifted your arms for him and he lifted the shirt off you.
clark was a bit more respectful than you so he didnât gawk, but he pressed you against him, skin to skin and sighed audibly.
he loved feeling his skin against yours. loved how soft you were and how smooth your skin felt on his. you stayed that way for a long moment, soaking in one another.
finally, you pulled away and after a few jerking moments, you both got your pants off. he sunk into the tub first and held a hand out for you so you could step in and sink down in front of him.
as soon as the water touched your skin, a hiss left your mouth and you moaned as you laid back against him.
you heard a low noise leave his mouth and you peaked up at his face to see that it was red and sheepish. a grin snuck onto your face.
âclark, are you blushing?â you giggled, making him groan.
âno.â
âno?â you asked and lifted one wet finger to his cheek, âwhats this then?â
his face turned a shade darker and he shook his head, then proceeded to bury his face in your neck.
âyouâre so mean to me,â he croaked, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer into his chest. âyou canât make noises like that and expect me to stay calm.â
âi just like that you still get all flustered,â you said softly, patting his forearm, taking mercy on the poor man.
âof course i do,â he said, âyou make me nervous.â
the admission made your heart flutter. it seemed impossible that this man could be so into you but here you were, apparently making him nervous.
âyou make me nervous too,â you said, âin a good way, of course.â
âof course,â he agreed, nodding his head, âi hope i never make you bad nervous.â
ânever,â you said. âtrust me, youâd know.â
he chuckled at that and then sat back against the wall.
âiâll never get over you, honey.â he said, his head tipping back against the tile. ânot for as long as I live.â

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ê° . đȘœ ăwife!reader loves clarkâs glasses â `` Ë âââ clark loves teasing you about your very obvious weakness for his glasses.
you were like 95% sure you noticed that you had a thing for your husband in glasses when you brought his lunch to him at the daily planet last week. martha had insisted that âwell, daddy needs to eat! heâs gonna be hungry, mama!â so you packed a small bagged lunch and thatâs how you found yourself at your husbandâs job at 11:00 on a tuesday.
you entered the bullpen with martha glued to your hip. you looked for lois first since she and your husband were desk partners. martha saw him before you did. she separated herself from you and ran over to her father. âdaddy! daddy!â clark was sorting through files, his back turned to you and your daughter. he turned at the sound of marthaâs voice. his face broke out into a huge grin. martha launched herself at her dad, not wanting to let him go. you followed behind her with clarkâs lunch in your hand. he fixed his glasses that were a bit askew and you could swear your heart stopped.
he looked so handsome. itâs not like you had never seen him in glasses before. but he seemed different today. a good different. he smiled at you, pulling you in by your hip. martha tugged on your skirt and pouted up at you both. your husband picked her up, placing martha on his hip. âmartha wanted to bring you lunch.â you explained, placing the bag on his desk. clark nodded and then hiked martha up higher on his hip since she was slipping. you could tell that today was a slow day at the planet. usually, anytime you visited, clark barely had a moment to breathe. he was always running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
clark placed martha back on her feet. he gave you a quick kiss to your lips and gave martha a kiss to her cheeks and let you both leave. you would see him later tonight at the farmhouse. martha, on the other hand, did not want to leave her father. you tried to coax her away from him but she just would not budge. clark knelt to marthaâs level and gave her a hug. âyou have to go help mama at home. iâll see you tonight, okay, baby?â
âokay, daddy!â martha smiled and attached herself back to your hip. you picked her up and kissed her cheek. he gave you another quick kiss and then released you. you were practically in heaven whenever he kissed you. it got worse over the next few days. you actually had to live the room to collect yourself a few times. one night, after putting martha to bed, clark was reading. you were cleaning up after dinner. you glanced over to see him deliberately adjust his glasses, basically staring into your soul.
âstop that.â you said, throwing the rag in the sink behind you and crossing your arms. your husband had to nerve to laugh! âiâm not doing anything. iâm just reading.â you had enough. you marched over and pulled him into a kiss. clark didnât even think twice before he was pulling you down to his lap, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. clark was the first to pull away, resting his forehead against yours.
âwant to take this to bed?â you asked, already unbuttoning his shirt. you pushed his hair back, getting that same stubborn curl out of his face. he didnât even say anything, he just picked you up with your legs still around his waist and went to bed. you were so in love with clark joseph kent, if would be embarrassing if you werenât married to the guy.
the next morning? you were so sure you had died and went to heaven. you woke up to kisses to your neck and behind your ear. clark was pressed against your bare back. you 100% were not getting out of bed unless it was absolutely necessary. then you remember you had a six year old down the hall. you sat up and scanned the floor for your clothes from last night. you were about to get out of bed completely until clark pulled you back down. âmarthaâs dead asleep. she wonât wake up for at least another 3 hours.â you felt a tug at your lips. the next think you knew, clark was all over you. you really loved mornings like this. just you and him. he didnât have work and the world hadnât called for superman just yet.
âi think iâm more attracted to your glasses than your super suit,â you whispered, watching as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. he pulled you into a deep kiss that made your brain short circuit.
DAVID CORENSWET as CLARK KENT Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn