Roomate! Clark - it’s torture for you. He walks around in those grey sweatpants. They aren’t even tight but you can see that massive bulge.
Roomate! Clark - sometimes you fake incompetence. Changing a light bulb, switching batteries in the smoke detector, opening a pickle jar, etc. this is all so you can watch him easily tower over you and take on the task. Or you can watch his muscles flex as he does something requiring his amazing strength
Roomate! Clark - Clark doesn’t understand how cute he looks when he falls asleep on the couch. You question telling him exactly how much you want him when he does this. He is nearly falling off from his size, but a small dribble of drool slips from his lips. His glasses are always still on and his hair is messy. You always sigh, push away the adoration and cover him with a blanket.
Roomate! Clark - drives you insane when he comes from the shower in just a towel. He always turns pink as if he doesn’t have the body of a Greek god. You wanna slide you slick pussy over his abs and pecs, bite his biceps, or bounce on the monster you make out behind the towel
Roomate! Clark - loves to cook for both of you. You always feel bad because he has to buy extra groceries for this but he insists. It makes you feel like he’s your real boyfriend.
Roomate! Clark - will bring you flowers to spruce up the place, but you pretend he’s bringing them for you
Roomate! Clark - makes you feel so intoxicatingly small when he moves you easily, or lends you a coat that engulfs you, or stands next to you. It makes you feel needy and squirmy just how easily he could toss you around. He would probably choke if you told him this though.
Roomate! Clark - remembered you were hosting your parents from out of town once. He helped clean the whole place and cook and somehow got the most succulent fruit from the local farmer market that was usually crowded. He insisted he leave so you could have time with your parents but you made him stay. You were so turned on by how easily he charmed everyone.
Roomate! Clark - sometimes it’s too much. You yearn, you crave him. He makes everything sound like it’s typical for a friend to do for a friend. Sometimes you wish he’d do it for more than kindness or more than respect. You wish he’d do it because he loves you
Roomate! Clark - Clark tries to be so good with his masturbating. He attempts to be quiet and muffle himself. But you can hear him through the wall and you can’t help but let your fingers sink into your wetness as he moans on the other side.
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Your phone buzzed, the light from it on the nightstand filling the dark room. It was Price, so you knew you had to pick it up. You didn't even register half of his words before you were up and packing your things at the mention of an emergency mission. He said it was important so you couldn't deny him, it was your job after all.
You weren't prepared but you went anyway, rushing out of the flat quickly and quietly. Though something made you stop dead in your tracks. Simon. He’d want to know you were leaving, right? Should you call him at work? No..that's definitely crossing a line. Text him? No…no time for that. So..you wrote on a sticky note as quick as your hand let you, scribbling out the words “emergency mission, back in a few” then you went out the door.
Simon didn't even end up finding the note till that night after work. He pulled it off the fridge, taking in the information and making a mental note to water your plants for you so they didn't die. He also made a mental note that the note was written on pink hello kitty sticky note paper. He was beginning to think he didn't really know you at all before.
Three days passed before you finally came home. The flat was empty and clean when you walked in. It was peaceful and it was home, and goddamn were you happy to be home. You dropped your bag at the door, dragging your feet through the cold and dim hallway. It was three in the morning so you knew Simon wasn't home, him working night shifts had some benefits. You knew he wouldn’t be around to hear your soft whines of pain as you took every step. Everything was sore and aching.
You fell forward, face planting onto the couch, grabbing a pillow to cuddle and falling asleep quicker than you ever had before; one leg halfway off the couch and the other over the arm. You were like an octopus all sprawled out like that. You drifted off, too tired to notice the freshly watered plants on the windowsill or the washed dishes sitting on the dish dryer. He cared and it showed through little things. He was slowly becoming less cold around you, though he would never admit to such things.
When Simon came home he nearly lost his life by accidentally tripping over your bag in front of the door, thankfully catching himself on the hall table before it was too late. When he got into the living room, watching his step this time, he turned on the small lamp. The light faintly covered the room, drowning the space in warm light. Immediately he noticed your body on the couch, passed out cold. Sprawled out, boots still on, hair tied back and uniform still on. You looked like you walked through the door and instantly fell asleep…which…you kinda did..
He fought with himself for a moment, trying to decide if he should do something or just leave you there. After going back and forth for a solid minute and a half he set his bag down gently on the hardwood floor, making his way over to you with surprisingly soft footsteps. He took his time gently untying your boots and slipping them off your feet, making sure not to wake you. He grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over your sleeping form. He smiled tenderly to himself, taking in your agape mouth and closed eyes.
“Absolutely bloody exhausted” he murmured to himself, grabbing his bag and turning off the light. He slipped into his room like nothing happened.
Needless to say when you woke up the next morning you were indeed confused about what happened, but you never brought it up again.
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I hope you guys like this one !! It was a quick write so don't mind my errors
roommate!clark x black female reader (not really mentioned in this part)
synopsis: you live in a one bedroom studio apartment in metropolis and find a roommate through facebook marketplace
tags/warnings: fluff, slow burn, roommate clark
a/n: this is the first fic i’ve written on tumblr and im not gonna lie im so nervous to post this. give me any thoughts or writing suggestions in the comments (be honest please). I do plan on writing smut in the near future and it’ll probably be mainly sub!clark/softdom!clark, comment if you wanna be on my taglist. thinking of making this a little series, we’ll see how this goes.
wc: 1.4k
masterlist (coming soon)
Following undergrad you hoped to move to the city and work as an editor, but you didn’t have any luck finding a place cheap enough. You didn’t know anyone willing to split rent with you that you already knew, so you resorted to Facebook Marketplace. It was nerve wrecking to find a random roommate who you’d never met before, but a background check and a couple facetime calls should suffice. You were desperate after all.
After searching for weeks you decided on Clark Kent, a tall, shy, nerdy journalist. Initially you were apprehensive of even running a background check because he looked quite intimidating throughout his profile. His records turned out squeaky clean and several facetime calls revealed his timid nature. You often had to initiate the questions and he would turn red anytime he talked about himself. The plan was to get a one bedroom studio apartment and Clark would section off a portion of the living room into his bedroom and you would take the actual room. It wasn’t ideal, but you guys were both in the same situation looking for a solution.
You got to the apartment an hour earlier to pick up the keys and ensure everything was in order. When you walk into the lobby you note that the elevator is broken and groan at the thought of carrying your boxes up three flights of creaky unstable stairs. For your own sanity you hold off moving anything too heavy until Clark shows up.
You feel the rush of cool air hit your face as you unlock the door and gauge the size. Walking through the apartment you realize that it’s a little smaller than expected, and as you make your way to the bedroom you feel a buzz in your pocket. Clark lets you know he’s arrived and you feel a rush of nervousness with a hint of excitement.“Please be strong”, you whisper to yourself as you walk downstairs to let Clark in. Reaching the end of the stairs you look up and see the wall of Clark Kent. You knew he was 6’4, but you’re still surprised at his broad stature.
“I hope I didn't leave you waiting down here too long.” you lightheartedly say.
“Oh no you’re fine, someone let me in a couple minutes ago”
“Okay, I didn’t wanna make a bad first impression. Oh yeah, here's your copy of the key.” you say, placing the key in the middle of his open hand. Staring at how small he makes the key look, you’re brought back to reality when you hear him reply.
“You could never leave a bad impression,” he replied, flashing a quick smile.
A rush of heat fills your cheeks, quickly glancing away from him. Thankfully he can’t see you blushing and you manage to change the subject to giving him an apartment tour. “Follow me” you lightly giggle, as you beckon to him and turn towards the stairs.
“The elevator is broken so I hope you’re strong enough to carry my boxes too.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve been going to the gym just for this moment.” he jokes, glancing at you through his peripherals and flashing his dimple. You smile back, seemingly out of instinct. The door opens and you feel the familiar gust of cool air. Clark walks in and stands in the middle of his pseudo room, taking up more space than anticipated.
“Okay I may have miscalculated how much space you would take up.” you admit.
“I don’t even know if I can fit my bed in here. Maybe I should've mentioned I sleep on a California king..” he trails off as his hand moves to his head.
“What if I take the living room and you take the bedroom? This is totally my fault, I should’ve thought about that.” you plead. Throughout this whole process you tried to make sure everything went smoothly and was afraid you would mess something up. In the grand scheme of things this probably isn’t a big deal, but you are such a people pleaser you hate to mess up in front of new people. At this point you’re pacing back and forth thinking of what else you missed. In a whirlwind of your thoughts for a moment you forgot Clark was with you.
He walks towards you and puts his hands on his shoulders to gently stop you. “Hey, hey it’s fine, it’s okay. We just might not have enough room for a couch.” he chuckles softly.
You stop walking and look up at him. “Are you sure? I just don’t wanna mess this up, I haven’t really done something like this completely on my own.” exhaling a long breath. When you inhale you notice the musky scent of his cologne lingering in the air.
“I’m 100% sure.” he assures, slightly tightening his grip on your shoulders. It’s barely recognizable, you’re not even sure if he consciously did it. You try to ignore it, but you can’t stop focusing on it.
“Okay, but let me know if you ever wanna switch, it’s your apartment too. We should start getting the boxes before it gets too dark.”
“IIII should start getting the boxes before it gets dark.” pointing to himself, showing his broad smile. You guys are giggling down the stairs and you catch a glimpse of his dimple once again. “Fair enough, but I’m here for moral support.” you say playfully.
Clark carried the boxes upstairs in the matter of thirty minutes, and didn’t even break a sweat or complain. The effortlessness of it all surprised you. You weren’t much of help, but it was nice to just spend that extra time with him.
You guys are standing in the living room surrounded by stacks of boxes and miscellaneous furniture. Preemptively you packed your couch thinking it would fit in your living room rather than selling it. Instead of dwelling on the issue you sit on the lightly worn leather seat, hoping Clark would follow suit. Subsequently, he sits next to you, taking up over half of the couch. The difference is almost undistinguishable, but the air around you becomes warmer.
“Can we wait to unpack? I just want to sit here for a little.’ you ask, leaning further into the couch. Maybe you were doing it without realizing, but you were gradually sinking closer to Clark.
“Of course” he expresses with a smile. “You did so much heavy lifting you need a break” He playfully punches your arm and you’re reminded of his touch on your shoulders. He matches your movements once again and sinks lower into the cushion alongside you. His knee grazes yours and you freeze, not wanting to make him aware of his proximity. You’re unsure if he’s even aware of what he’s doing and you tell yourself he’s too tired to realize, but his knee hasn’t moved. The silence thickens and it gradually shifts from uncertain to comfortable. Allowing for the tension to linger in the air you stay quiet and shift your leg closer to him, closing the gap between your legs.
The warmth of his skin radiates through his sweatpants and takes over your thigh. The only audible things are your heart beat and the quickening of his breath. Despite your fear of breaking the barrier you look up at him and make immediate eye contact with him, realizing his gaze has been on you. You guys hold eye contact and remain silent, as if you guys are scared to ruin something that may not be there.
He makes another subtle movement and moves his arm towards you, hands almost touching one another. If you hadn’t been paying such close attention it probably would've gone unnoticed. The only sound in the air is his heavy breathing and the busy street on the other side of the wall. It feels as though you’re playing a game of cat and mouse, taking turns initiating contact. You lift your pinky and settle it on his, feeling his hand jolt a little out of surprise.
You can visibly see his breath hitch and you understand it’s not just in your head now. Apprehensive to make another move you give the floor to Clark and wait longingly. Your eyes still hold a gaze and it’s not as awkward or nerve wrecking as you had once thought. You sit in the moment and are jolted out of it when there’s hard knocking. You freeze up for a few seconds, but force yourself to see who it is. As you make your way to the door reality strikes back in and you realize what just happened between you and Clark. You guys are just roommates, you can’t be romantically involved, right…
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It had these art pieces on it
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