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Clark having a “crying in the shower” playlist IS canon btw i love this man

"so if she didn't find out herself, you would've told her before me!?"

LMFAOOO cause like who knew before me???? that’s what I thought 😒

pairing: clark kent x fem!reader

summary: clark never wanted to take showers with you. you didn't know why. there was no reasonable explanation as to why your boyfriend didn't want to just.. get into the goddamn shower with you... until now.

warnings: clark being secretive, lil bit of angst, mentions of nudity (duh) more comedic than sad though, mentions of sex but no actual smut lol

authors note: this was requested by this lovely anon right here so credits to them :3 i wasnt sure if you wanted there to be smut so apologies in advance 🫩

you truly didn't understand what clarks deal was. like... he has, in fact, seen you naked. he's been inside of you, actually.

which honestly made this whole situation so much more confusing.

"i'm gonna hop into the shower... care to join?" you smirked softly as you leaned your head against the doorframe.

clark blinked quickly as if it was urgent, glancing down at his watch before chuckling nervously.

"i- uh- work! gotta head to work!" he rambled quickly as he walked towards the closet and began rummaging through his clothes.

"...you just got back from the gym." your eyebrows furrowed softly as you watched him pull on his work clothes swiftly.

clark turned towards you as he was in the middle of doing his tie, smiling that smile you knew too well. the look of being caught in a lie.

"...i showered there...?" he posed it like a question, as if he was trying to convince himself more than you.

you glared at him with your tongue pressed against the inside of your cheek as he finished with his tie, grabbing his book bag before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "clark-"

"i'll be home at 5!" he said without letting you finish, rushing out of the front door as quick as he had walked in it. and you just... stood there. irritation bubbling in your throat before swallowing the lump that pooled in your mouth.

and that wasn't the last time.

he'd always dodge when you asked. and of course, you wouldn't force him. you were upset, of course, but you didn't want him to do something he didn't want to. but you were truly curious. which is why, it wouldn't hurt to ask...

"do you like... not like seeing me naked or something?" you said as you watched him walk out of the shower, his glasses almost glued to his face with his towel wrapped around his waist.

clark freezes as he looks at you with wide eyes. you're sitting on the bed, the covers almost pulled up to your chin as you glared at him.

"wha- what are you talking about? that's not-"

you huffed as you sat upright, your hands on either side of your legs.

“every time i ask you to shower with me, you turn me down. why?” you lift your arms and cross them over your chest while you continue to glare at him, irritation piercing through your eyes.

clark opens his mouth briefly just to shut it again, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as his other hand moves down to hold the towel around his waist from falling.

“i just… i… like my privacy when i’m showering… i-it doesn’t have anything to do with you, baby i promise—”

“is that really the best thing you could come up with?” you grumble with your head tilted to the side.

clark winced at the sarcastic tone in your voice, sighing softly before slowly making his way towards the bed to sit down at your covered feet, reaching his hand to rest on your blanketed thigh.

"i—just know that... it doesn't have anything to do with you. i promise. just uh— personal... issues..."

"like what?" you continued to glare at him with your arms crossed over your chest.

"...just… don't worry about it. okay?" he smiled softly in hopes to calm you down, but to no avail. you were still upset. no matter which excuse he could come up with.

"...okay." you mumble simply, pulling the blanket back up your body before turning on your side to face away from him.

clark felt horrible. for keeping the other side of him from you, a secret that should be yours to keep. he sighed before standing up from the bed and walking towards his closet to change. as he pulled on his pants, he turned to you, listening to your heart beat slowly underneath your skin, steady breaths leaving your lips as you fell into a deep slumber.

the next morning, you entered the shower, without clark. again. you realized it was a lost cause, and it wasn't a big deal anyways, right? if he didn't wanna shower with you, so what?

you sighed softly as you lathered the shampoo in your hair, steam surrounding your body with the warmth from the water. you were so out of it, that you hadn't noticed that clark had sneakily hopped in behind you, his figure towering over you as he slowly pulled the shower door shut behind him.

as you heard the shower door closed softly, you smiled to yourself, feeling clark's arms wrap around your torso as he pressed kisses to the side of your neck, with you tilting your head to the side just a bit to give him more access.

you hummed softly at the feeling of his lips on your skin, pulling your hands away from your lathered hair before resting them against clarks. you turned to face him a with soft smile... before it vanished.

the man standing in front of you, was not clark.

it was superman.

he furrowed his eyebrows at your expression, interlocking his hands with yours as he pulled you close to him. "what's wrong?"

you stared up at him in shock, as if your brain was processing the biggest file known to man.

"...s-s...uperman..." you stuttered out as you pulled your hands away from him, backing up just barely without realizing that you now stood under the shower head, water cascading down your lathered hair... along with your shampoo.

"baby—"

"shit!" you screamed as soap made its way into your eyes, bringing your hands up to your face and rubbing the burning sensation away from your eyes as you turned to face the water.

"here— let m—"

"do not touch me!— oh my fuck—" you yelled in... anger? pain? clark wasn't completely sure. he watched as you washed the soap from your eyes quickly, blinking rapidly before pressing the heel of your palm against your eyes once more, whether it was to aid the pain in your irises, or to avoid having to look at metropolis' hero standing behind you. naked, mind you.

you both stood there for what felt like hours, the water still running down both of your bodies before clark took a deep breath and reached from behind you to turn the water off. you were... conflicted. in a way.

you sat down on the shower floor and pulled your knees up to your chest and stared at an empty spot in front of you, without saying a word as clark slowly sits down next to you, water dripping from the end of his curls as he looks at you.

"...honey? i— i know this is... a lot... to take in... and to be completely honest, this was an accident— i— i didn't want you to find out like th—"

"you're superman." you blurt out without even glancing at him. your knees still pulled up to your chest as water drops rolled down the side of your face.

clark winced before nodding softly, reaching his hand out to rest on your arms that hugged your legs. "i... my glasses. they... alter my face so i'm not recognizable to anyone when they see me with them on..."

you swallowed before speaking again, "is that why you didn't wanna shower with me?"

"...yes."

"and it's not because you didn't like seeing me naked?"

clark furrowed his eyebrows before breaking into a fit of chuckles, "of course not, baby. trust me, i love seeing you naked. i just... i meanobviouslyineedtotakemyglassesoffbeforeshoweringandifididthatthenyouwould findoutimsupermanandipromiseiwantedtotellyoulikeireallywantedtotellyo—"

"clark." you cut off his rambling as you hold your hand up. clark swallowed the lump in his throat as he waited for your next words.

"who else knows?"

clark huffed before thinking in his head. how many people did know?

"well there's obviously ma, and pa, and there's... jimmy, lois—"

your eyes widen as you turn your head to look at him, "lois knows?!"

"she found out on her own! i— i promise i didn't tell her myself!— i mean—i would've but that's not the point—"

"so if she didn't find out herself, you would've told her before me!?"

"no— baby, please... i just... i didn't know how to tell you, okay? i didn't know how you'd react and if you'd... still wanna be with me..." he bit the inside of his lip as he leaned back and rested his head on the tiled wall behind him.

you furrowed your eyebrows at his words and released your knees from your arms as you sat criss cross, as best as you could, in the shower.

"why wouldn't i want to still be with you, clark?"

clark sighed before lifting his head up to stare at the ceiling, "i... i could put you in danger. i— if anyone found out that i was dating you... they could hurt you. and— and i don't want that. i'd never want that... i'd never forgive myself if someone hurt you because of me."

you sighed softly as you stared at him, slowly scooting towards him as he lifted his head from the wall and looked back at you, spreading his legs just a bit to let you rest between them, your back pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "i'm not— angry. or scared, clark." you mumbled before lifting your head to look up at him. his blue irises glancing down at you, filled with guilt and regret. he's so pretty...

"just... don't keep anything from me anymore. okay?" you said as you grabbed his hands into yours. and you smiled softly as clark nodded, blinking just a few times before his eyes scanned your face, and leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

"i promise."

(also ty for being one of the only ppl who make clark call reader baby 🙈)

18+ content ahead | read at your own risk and don’t get me in trouble.

honestly this is kinda like obsessive clark but not in a full toxic way?? idk but you guys will like it (hopefully)

ex!clark kent who understood your reason for wanting to end things. he was hiding things from you. you weren’t exactly sure what, since he made it very clear that cheating was not on the table. in fact, it was nowhere near the table.

ex!clark kent who agreed to stay as friends until you were ready to commit to his stupid ass again.

ex!clark kent who also made sure you made it home safe. from a distance. a very far distance.

ex!clark kent who also walked you to and from work every single day. again, from a very. far. distance.

ex!clark kent who sits on the apartment complex’s roof across from yours and just… watch. watch as you do your nightly routine. putting up your hair with that plushie hair tie he got you from the corner store down the street, washing your face with your customized skincare that you got from the shop in the mall two blocks down, then wiping your face off with your favorite pink and fluffy face towel he got you for your birthday last year, walking to your vanity to rub that lotion that smells like cotton candy on your arms, and your legs, and your stomach—

ex!clark kent who, despite your guys’ current situation, always texts you good morning (he’s sitting on the roof of the apartment complex across from you to watch you get up so he can text you as you open your eyes) and good night (waits until you’re done with your routine and tucking yourself into bed), and even updates you about his day. and of course, you do the same. only because you feel bad. nothing else.

superman who shows up at your door one night, his skin littered in bruises and cuts. despite confusion running through your body as to why superman, the superman, wanted your help to patch him up.

superman who looks… so goddamn familiar.

“…w-why did you come here? don’t you have… like… powers to heal?”

he stares at you and huffs before leaning his head back onto your bathroom wall.

“the sun. i heal from the sun… its night.”

you blink while you sit across from him, knees to your chest as he stares at you, and you stare back. as he opened his eyes, you realized…you’d recognize those blue eyes anywhere.

“…clark?”

you watched as clark clenched his jaw softly, his ocean blue irises still staring back at you when he whispered, "...hi, baby."

ex!clark kent who explains everything. him being superman. why he kept it from you (he did leave out the fact that he had been stalking watching over you for the past three months, 4 weeks, 9 days, 32 hours—)

ex!clark kent who lets you process everything while you guys sit on your bathroom floor. letting you ask him as many questions as needed.

ex!clark kent who says, "i was going to tell you. the night that we... ended things. but i knew i was hurting you with all of the lies. and i knew if i told you... someone— anyone... would use you against me... i would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

ex!clark kent who quite literally begs for your forgiveness. his chin resting on your knees as you cup each side of his face with your hands. "please..."

ex!clark kent who you take back without hesitation.

bf!clark kent who cups your face oh so gently, pressing his lips against yours as your hands press against his chest.

bf!clark kent who can't seem to hold back. these past three months without you have been worse than if he had to swallow kryptonite.

bf!clark kent who carries you to your bedroom and places you gently on your bed, his towering figure hovering over you as you run your hands down the back of his neck. his lips only leaving yours for a mere second to unzip his suit before leaning down to crash his lips back onto yours.

bf!clark kent who makes the sweetest of love to you to make up for lost time. the ridges in his cock rubbing against the velvet walls of your cunt oh so deliciously.

bf!clark kent who whimpers softly into the crook of your neck with his hands wrapped around your waist as he rolls his hips into you, shaky breaths leaving his mouth, his breath warm against your skin as your nails scrape down his back.

bf!clark kent who holds you so close he sits up and pulls you onto his lap before entering you once more. the bed creaking under you both as he bounces you on his lap.

bf!clark kent who sighs contently as ropes of his cum fill your insides, his arms wrapped around your torso as your arms wrap around his neck. your legs on either side of him as you throw your head back in ecstasy.

bf!clark kent who would rather bathe in a pool of kryptonite than to ever, upset you. ever again.

ITS OKAY LOL honestly I’m supposed to be sleeping rn cause i have to work in… 5 hours. BUT IM DEAD CRYING they’d honestly be baffled when reader walks into the planet to have lunch with him and they’d watch her walk by like this

IM SORRYYY i didn’t wanna keep looking at the requests building up and then feeling guilty 🥀 but honestly i feel like clark would be into that??? i mean we’re aware of the effects of kryptonite but if we’re talking in a freaky way, i feel like Bruce would be able to like.. make it so that it doesn’t basically strip Clark’s powers but it still makes him not as strong??? and we’d be able to make it pleasurable but also not giving him any leverage to dominate?? idk but i’d do it 👅