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Love Motel || Scott Miller x Fem!Reader Smut

summary: You and Scott get stuck in a storm and have to take refuge in the closest motel. A motel built for more than just sleeping.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, mirror sex, fingering, oral f!receiving

wc: 2.2k

a/n: hello this is my first Scott Miller smut fic please be nice idk if its ass but i need that asshole man so bad and his stupid hat and stupid gum omfg I need to see him shirtless.

Tornado season always meant unpredictability but you didn't think it would mean getting caught in a torrential downpour forcing you and Scott to pull over to the first shitty motel you could find. It was bad enough getting separated from the team but this would put you behind even further in your research.

"Come on Scott! My laptop can't get wet!" You shout over the rain as you hug it close to your chest. He rolls his eyes as he lugs both your backpacks and opens the motel door. He tosses your things on the bed as you rush inside. After double checking your laptop was okay you could finally take in the room.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Tell me why you chose the sex motel over anything else?" You ask with your arms crossed as you take in the bright and tacky design of the room. You wish you were joking but apparently someone put a love right in the middle nowhere.

"The other closest motel was an hour away and I'd rather not risk death driving in this shit weather." He states plainly as he peels his soaking wet shirt off.

"And it's not a sex motel." He adds on as he shakes his hair like a dog.

"The bed is shaped like a heart Scott. The wall has leopard print on it and I'm pretty sure the guy slipped you a condom when you paid." He looks at the bed, then up at the massive mirror mounted on the ceiling.

"Don't say I never do anything romantic for you babe." He says with a smirk. You roll your eyes as you throw your soaked jacket at him.

"I'm calling the shower first and no, you can't join me because you need to call Javi and tell him what's going on." You say as you disappear into the bathroom. Scott groans as he picks up his cell phone.

"Evil, evil woman." He mutters as he presses Javi's contact.

The shower does wonders for your body as you finally relax. Scott is busy away on his laptop when you finally come out, switching with him as he gets into the shower. Though he does stick around to watch you redress without an ounce of shame in his eyes. The storm is set to last for more than just tonight but hopefully it lets up just enough to let you rendezvous with the rest of the team.

God if any of them ever found out that you and Scott spent the night at a god damn sex motel you'd never hear the end of it. Your relationship wasn't hidden given the fact you had to sign paperwork and all that HR stuff but you two didn't show much affection in front of any of your coworkers. Both of you thought it was best that way.

But when you were alone, Scott was something else. Sure he was still a blunt asshole but he loved you and made sure you knew it. Let's just say his mouth was made for more than just barking orders.

The bathroom door opens and Scott walks out in nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips. He lets out a low whistle as he takes in the sight of you on the bed. Wearing nothing but a shirt and panties, his hat sitting on your head.

You love stealing his hat when you work. It's weird but you swear it helps you think. Without a word he crawls onto the bed, the towel getting caught and falling onto the ground. He takes your laptop and closes it. Before you can complain he tosses it onto the side table and kisses you so hard his hat falls off your head. He takes it and tosses it somewhere in the room.

"Jesus Scott." You mumble as his lips move down your neck. You toss your head back and look up at the mirror. You could see everything. His back muscles rippling with every movement, his hips slowly humping your leg as he gets needier.

"Can't help it, you look so fucking hot." He says as he grabs your ass and shoves you up to meet his hips.

When you don't reply he looks up, following your gaze up to the mirror. Now you're no stranger to getting fucked by Scott in front of a mirror, a few bathroom quickies flash in your mind. But something about seeing it from this angle. Fuck...Scott notices the look in your eyes. It's soft and full of lust and he grins.

"Oh? Does my baby want to watch herself get fucked?" He hums as he sits up on his knees. He grabs your panties and tears them off in a show of brute strength.

"Scott!" You whine as he throws the scraps over his shoulder.

"Sorry." He says without a hint of sincerity.

He can't help it. His cock is throbbing at the idea of his girl wanting to watch him. It's so fucking hot. You take your shirt off before he can rip that too and he leaps on you like an animal. He sticks two fingers in his mouth and sucks on them while looking right at you. You let out a quiet whimper and it just eggs him on even more. He slips them out of his mouth and right into your soaking cunt.

"Tsk, and here I thought it would take more to get you so wet." He sets a fast punishing pace off rip, forcing a loud moan from your throat.

"Still the slut I know and love." You tug hard on his hair and he groans. He knows you well but you know him too.

"Just shut up and put your mouth to good use." You hiss as he bites your neck.

"Bossy." He notes as he crawls down your body.

His fingers don't even falter as he licks your cunt. He really knows how to fucking use what he's got good fucking lord. You grip the bright red sheets as he makes you fall apart on his tongue. His eyes watching as your face contorts in pleasure in pure adoration. Nothing makes him harder than seeing how you react to him. He loves knowing that he's the one getting you going like this. You're his and only his.

"Scott Scott harder please please fuck!" You cry as your back arches off the bed. His other hand slamming them back down to the bed. Pulling you right back onto his tongue.

"Please please I'm so close please." You whine as you squirm wildly. With that evil look in his eyes that only Scott can make hot he pulls away.

"Fuck!" You groan as you sit up. Glaring daggers at you boyfriend as he just shrugs.

"You are such an asshole!"

"That's not a very nice thing to say to your boyfriend who's about to fuck you into the mattress." He says with a shake of his head.

He loves making you come multiple times but he's just too worked up to wait. His hand stroking his cock as he climbs back over you.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror. You look away I stop. Got it?" He instructs, his hand grabbing your chin and tilting it up. You know he isn't joking so you nod.

"That's my girl." He presses a kiss to your forehead before throwing your ankles on his shoulders. A favorite of his, folding you in half into mating press.

"That's it. Fucking perfect." He groans as he notches his tip in your cunt and pushes in slowly. Your breathe hitches as you dig your nails into his biceps. You watch as his hips slowly move in and out. The stretch of his cock making you cry just a little bit.

"I know, I'm so big it hurts." He says mockingly.

If it didn't feel so good you'd bite back and he knows it. He always saves his most degrading (and hot) comments for moments like this. He moans when your fingers dig hard into his skin. He might have to wear long sleeves tomorrow but who fucking cares.

"Don't worry about being quiet, pretty sure we're the only ones in this shit place anyways." He says as he lifts his hips and slams them into you.

He's practically crushing you with his massive cock as you sits higher up on his knees. Pushing your legs close to your chest as he pounds into you over and over. You can't keep your eyes off the mirror, watching him move over and over, watching your face as you can't stop the utterly vulgar noises spilling from your lips. Your throat is going to be raw after tonight if Scott keeps this up. He's got a wicked tongue on him but in moments like these he's quiet. Hyper focused on pounding you into the mattress and keeping his own orgasm at bay. Hell bent on making you come first.

"Oh my god! Scott!" You yelp as he buries his face in your neck.

His moans and groans muffled by your skin. The bed creaks under his thrusts and you swear he's close to breaking it at the speed he's going. You know what he said but your whole body is on fire, pleasure coming in sharp waves and overwhelming your entire body.

"Baby..." You wrap your arms around his neck and he just shushes you quietly.

"I know, I can feel you squeezing me real tight. Eyes up there." He gets up and pins your shoulders to the bed.

In your sex clouded haze you get the perfect view of Scott and yourself. His eyebrows are furrowed and his tongue is peaking out of his lips in complete focus, like how he looks when he's trying to work out some tough data. So methodical even in sex. Your eyes shift over to the mirror. You look completely ruined. Shit had you started to cry? You barely even noticed. Your lips are parted and the sheets around you are scrunched and ruined from their previously neat state.

For the first time you tear your eyes away from watching Scott ruin you. Your eyes squeezing shut as your head tilts back into the pillow. You let out a cry of his name and Scott swears it's the hottest thing he's ever heard. Every time you just get hotter it's crazy. He picks your ass up in his hands as slams his cock into you hard. Over and over. Chasing his own pleasure as you choke his dick in your warm cunt.

"That's right, scream my fucking name. Shit!" He hisses as he slams his hips deep inside of you. Rolling his hips against you as he comes hard, filling you up until you're leaking onto the bed. Your chest heaves as you try and catch your breath. Your legs sore and shaky as Scott lazily pumps his softening cock in and out.

"Scott..." You complain as you start to squirm from the overstimulation.

"Shhh, just let me savor this." He grabs your chin and brushes his thumb over your lips as he comes down from his high. You just nod tiredly, a smile on your face as you let yourself sink into the mattress. When he finally does pull out he collapses on top of you.

"Oh my god get off me you big oaf." You groan as you weakly push his arm.

"No." He says as he rests his head on your chest.

"Scott pleasee, I'm still leaking on the bed go get me a towel." He just groans dramatically as he props himself up.

"Making me do all the work huh? I ruin you with my cock and you're still bossing me around." You know he's not serious, he just likes to complain.

He gets up and comes back with a towel and some baby wipes that he keeps in his bag. He is a bit of a germaphobe despite what he says. You try and move but are met with a deep ache in your body.

"Stop it, you know I'll take care of you so don't be a brat." He says as he lifts your legs up. He works with precision and care as he cleans you up and tucks you into bed. He opens your laptop and closes out of your work.

"Don't forget your birth control." He says flatly as he shuts the lights off. You roll your eyes as you grab onto his arm, using his bicep as a pillow.

"Says the guy who put me in mating press and came inside of me. Maybe you should wear a condom." You tease. Scott flips on top of you, despite your body being spent your heart jumps at the idea of more and he knows it.

"And miss the feeling of your sweet pussy raw around my dick? No chance sweetheart." He rolls back and pulls you into his chest, his arm practically trapping you in bed with him.

"Besides, I know you like it." He whispers in your ear with a smile.

"Good night Scott." You huff, though you know he's not wrong.

He grins at your lack of denial and his hand drifts lower. You tilt your head back against his chest and his other hand comes to rest on your throat. His dick already getting hard against your back.

You're at a sex motel after all, might as well put it to use right?

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I finally watched Project Hail Mary and I understand the hype now idjdjaka

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Love Motel || Scott Miller x Fem!Reader Smut

summary: You and Scott get stuck in a storm and have to take refuge in the closest motel. A motel built for more than just sleeping.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, mirror sex, fingering, oral f!receiving

wc: 2.2k

a/n: hello this is my first Scott Miller smut fic please be nice idk if its ass but i need that asshole man so bad and his stupid hat and stupid gum omfg I need to see him shirtless.

Tornado season always meant unpredictability but you didn't think it would mean getting caught in a torrential downpour forcing you and Scott to pull over to the first shitty motel you could find. It was bad enough getting separated from the team but this would put you behind even further in your research.

"Come on Scott! My laptop can't get wet!" You shout over the rain as you hug it close to your chest. He rolls his eyes as he lugs both your backpacks and opens the motel door. He tosses your things on the bed as you rush inside. After double checking your laptop was okay you could finally take in the room.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Tell me why you chose the sex motel over anything else?" You ask with your arms crossed as you take in the bright and tacky design of the room. You wish you were joking but apparently someone put a love right in the middle nowhere.

"The other closest motel was an hour away and I'd rather not risk death driving in this shit weather." He states plainly as he peels his soaking wet shirt off.

"And it's not a sex motel." He adds on as he shakes his hair like a dog.

"The bed is shaped like a heart Scott. The wall has leopard print on it and I'm pretty sure the guy slipped you a condom when you paid." He looks at the bed, then up at the massive mirror mounted on the ceiling.

"Don't say I never do anything romantic for you babe." He says with a smirk. You roll your eyes as you throw your soaked jacket at him.

"I'm calling the shower first and no, you can't join me because you need to call Javi and tell him what's going on." You say as you disappear into the bathroom. Scott groans as he picks up his cell phone.

"Evil, evil woman." He mutters as he presses Javi's contact.

The shower does wonders for your body as you finally relax. Scott is busy away on his laptop when you finally come out, switching with him as he gets into the shower. Though he does stick around to watch you redress without an ounce of shame in his eyes. The storm is set to last for more than just tonight but hopefully it lets up just enough to let you rendezvous with the rest of the team.

God if any of them ever found out that you and Scott spent the night at a god damn sex motel you'd never hear the end of it. Your relationship wasn't hidden given the fact you had to sign paperwork and all that HR stuff but you two didn't show much affection in front of any of your coworkers. Both of you thought it was best that way.

But when you were alone, Scott was something else. Sure he was still a blunt asshole but he loved you and made sure you knew it. Let's just say his mouth was made for more than just barking orders.

The bathroom door opens and Scott walks out in nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips. He lets out a low whistle as he takes in the sight of you on the bed. Wearing nothing but a shirt and panties, his hat sitting on your head.

You love stealing his hat when you work. It's weird but you swear it helps you think. Without a word he crawls onto the bed, the towel getting caught and falling onto the ground. He takes your laptop and closes it. Before you can complain he tosses it onto the side table and kisses you so hard his hat falls off your head. He takes it and tosses it somewhere in the room.

"Jesus Scott." You mumble as his lips move down your neck. You toss your head back and look up at the mirror. You could see everything. His back muscles rippling with every movement, his hips slowly humping your leg as he gets needier.

"Can't help it, you look so fucking hot." He says as he grabs your ass and shoves you up to meet his hips.

When you don't reply he looks up, following your gaze up to the mirror. Now you're no stranger to getting fucked by Scott in front of a mirror, a few bathroom quickies flash in your mind. But something about seeing it from this angle. Fuck...Scott notices the look in your eyes. It's soft and full of lust and he grins.

"Oh? Does my baby want to watch herself get fucked?" He hums as he sits up on his knees. He grabs your panties and tears them off in a show of brute strength.

"Scott!" You whine as he throws the scraps over his shoulder.

"Sorry." He says without a hint of sincerity.

He can't help it. His cock is throbbing at the idea of his girl wanting to watch him. It's so fucking hot. You take your shirt off before he can rip that too and he leaps on you like an animal. He sticks two fingers in his mouth and sucks on them while looking right at you. You let out a quiet whimper and it just eggs him on even more. He slips them out of his mouth and right into your soaking cunt.

"Tsk, and here I thought it would take more to get you so wet." He sets a fast punishing pace off rip, forcing a loud moan from your throat.

"Still the slut I know and love." You tug hard on his hair and he groans. He knows you well but you know him too.

"Just shut up and put your mouth to good use." You hiss as he bites your neck.

"Bossy." He notes as he crawls down your body.

His fingers don't even falter as he licks your cunt. He really knows how to fucking use what he's got good fucking lord. You grip the bright red sheets as he makes you fall apart on his tongue. His eyes watching as your face contorts in pleasure in pure adoration. Nothing makes him harder than seeing how you react to him. He loves knowing that he's the one getting you going like this. You're his and only his.

"Scott Scott harder please please fuck!" You cry as your back arches off the bed. His other hand slamming them back down to the bed. Pulling you right back onto his tongue.

"Please please I'm so close please." You whine as you squirm wildly. With that evil look in his eyes that only Scott can make hot he pulls away.

"Fuck!" You groan as you sit up. Glaring daggers at you boyfriend as he just shrugs.

"You are such an asshole!"

"That's not a very nice thing to say to your boyfriend who's about to fuck you into the mattress." He says with a shake of his head.

He loves making you come multiple times but he's just too worked up to wait. His hand stroking his cock as he climbs back over you.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror. You look away I stop. Got it?" He instructs, his hand grabbing your chin and tilting it up. You know he isn't joking so you nod.

"That's my girl." He presses a kiss to your forehead before throwing your ankles on his shoulders. A favorite of his, folding you in half into mating press.

"That's it. Fucking perfect." He groans as he notches his tip in your cunt and pushes in slowly. Your breathe hitches as you dig your nails into his biceps. You watch as his hips slowly move in and out. The stretch of his cock making you cry just a little bit.

"I know, I'm so big it hurts." He says mockingly.

If it didn't feel so good you'd bite back and he knows it. He always saves his most degrading (and hot) comments for moments like this. He moans when your fingers dig hard into his skin. He might have to wear long sleeves tomorrow but who fucking cares.

"Don't worry about being quiet, pretty sure we're the only ones in this shit place anyways." He says as he lifts his hips and slams them into you.

He's practically crushing you with his massive cock as you sits higher up on his knees. Pushing your legs close to your chest as he pounds into you over and over. You can't keep your eyes off the mirror, watching him move over and over, watching your face as you can't stop the utterly vulgar noises spilling from your lips. Your throat is going to be raw after tonight if Scott keeps this up. He's got a wicked tongue on him but in moments like these he's quiet. Hyper focused on pounding you into the mattress and keeping his own orgasm at bay. Hell bent on making you come first.

"Oh my god! Scott!" You yelp as he buries his face in your neck.

His moans and groans muffled by your skin. The bed creaks under his thrusts and you swear he's close to breaking it at the speed he's going. You know what he said but your whole body is on fire, pleasure coming in sharp waves and overwhelming your entire body.

"Baby..." You wrap your arms around his neck and he just shushes you quietly.

"I know, I can feel you squeezing me real tight. Eyes up there." He gets up and pins your shoulders to the bed.

In your sex clouded haze you get the perfect view of Scott and yourself. His eyebrows are furrowed and his tongue is peaking out of his lips in complete focus, like how he looks when he's trying to work out some tough data. So methodical even in sex. Your eyes shift over to the mirror. You look completely ruined. Shit had you started to cry? You barely even noticed. Your lips are parted and the sheets around you are scrunched and ruined from their previously neat state.

For the first time you tear your eyes away from watching Scott ruin you. Your eyes squeezing shut as your head tilts back into the pillow. You let out a cry of his name and Scott swears it's the hottest thing he's ever heard. Every time you just get hotter it's crazy. He picks your ass up in his hands as slams his cock into you hard. Over and over. Chasing his own pleasure as you choke his dick in your warm cunt.

"That's right, scream my fucking name. Shit!" He hisses as he slams his hips deep inside of you. Rolling his hips against you as he comes hard, filling you up until you're leaking onto the bed. Your chest heaves as you try and catch your breath. Your legs sore and shaky as Scott lazily pumps his softening cock in and out.

"Scott..." You complain as you start to squirm from the overstimulation.

"Shhh, just let me savor this." He grabs your chin and brushes his thumb over your lips as he comes down from his high. You just nod tiredly, a smile on your face as you let yourself sink into the mattress. When he finally does pull out he collapses on top of you.

"Oh my god get off me you big oaf." You groan as you weakly push his arm.

"No." He says as he rests his head on your chest.

"Scott pleasee, I'm still leaking on the bed go get me a towel." He just groans dramatically as he props himself up.

"Making me do all the work huh? I ruin you with my cock and you're still bossing me around." You know he's not serious, he just likes to complain.

He gets up and comes back with a towel and some baby wipes that he keeps in his bag. He is a bit of a germaphobe despite what he says. You try and move but are met with a deep ache in your body.

"Stop it, you know I'll take care of you so don't be a brat." He says as he lifts your legs up. He works with precision and care as he cleans you up and tucks you into bed. He opens your laptop and closes out of your work.

"Don't forget your birth control." He says flatly as he shuts the lights off. You roll your eyes as you grab onto his arm, using his bicep as a pillow.

"Says the guy who put me in mating press and came inside of me. Maybe you should wear a condom." You tease. Scott flips on top of you, despite your body being spent your heart jumps at the idea of more and he knows it.

"And miss the feeling of your sweet pussy raw around my dick? No chance sweetheart." He rolls back and pulls you into his chest, his arm practically trapping you in bed with him.

"Besides, I know you like it." He whispers in your ear with a smile.

"Good night Scott." You huff, though you know he's not wrong.

He grins at your lack of denial and his hand drifts lower. You tilt your head back against his chest and his other hand comes to rest on your throat. His dick already getting hard against your back.

You're at a sex motel after all, might as well put it to use right?

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low key got a devious idea for a Scott fic…

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its 3am but one of the other reasons I fucking love the sheep detectives is because it was so colorful. So many movies are bland and washed out now and I don’t get why but everything felt so vibrant in sheep detectives I loved it.

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thinking about my husband rn (Leopold Mountbatten)

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|| one year of Superman ||

Thank you for the tag @kryptidfiles!!

I admit I am late to the Superman (2025) train but I adore the movie and David's superman is so adorable and made me completely change my mind about the character and I can't believe it's been a year!

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the cure || Clark Kent x Reader

But my head is full of poison And my heart is full of doubt

warnings: heavy angst, bittersweet ending, clark is exposed to red kryptonite and man does he go through it this time

wc: 2k

a/n: okay so I had two ideas for this fic and I thought it would be interesting to write about Clark because while my ass is an avoidant attachment who relates way too much to this song, I enjoy making my favs sad and miserable oops. I hope u enjoy!!

RED ALERT

RED ALERT

Your heart drops as the message flashes across your phone. A warning, a threat. Clark had set up this system a while ago. Well the superman robots did. A way to keep you in the loop with his Supermanly duties and Red alert can only mean one thing.

Clark has been exposed to Red Kryptonite.

As long as you've known Clark you've only seen him under the influence once before. It was…terrifying. The red in his eyes, the way that soft caring voice morphed into something cold and cruel. It had changed him. Down to his very core.

When it finally wore off he had morphed into a puddle of fear and guilt. Apologizing for everything that he said and did and you forgave him in an instant. You knew that Clark wasn't like you and all the baggage that came with it.

He explained that red kryptonite has wildly unpredictable affects on his kind. That each strain is a little different and will alter him in different ways. But he swore that his contact with that red rock would be incredibly rare and he'd do everything he could to make sure what happened would never happen again. And he kept that promise until today.

You aren't mad. More worried. How will this affect him? What will this do to your boyfriend? The dread seeps into your veins as you send texts to Lois to tell her to be on alert. But you don't get very far in your message when a loud crash comes from your bedroom.

"Clark!" You shout as you run into the room.

Eyes wide as you see him crumpled on the ground. His superman suit torn and burned from whatever the hell he was dealing with. The faint glow of red in his eyes make you freeze.

"Clark?" You ask softly, like approaching a baby bird.

Your heart pounding in your chest and he can hear it. He whips his head up, a look you can't quiet describe on his face. You let out a sharp gasp as he appears right in front of you, using his super speed to pin you against the wall. His eyes clouded with black and red as he stares you down.

"I've been craving you all day baby." He purrs as he buries his face in your neck. Kissing the spot that he knows makes you go weak.

"Clark wait-" You say as he wraps his arms around your waist and cuts you off with a kiss.

This kiss is so unlike Clark. It's rough and messy and desperate. Clark normally kisses with care and a certain restraint. Though you have to admit he's making your head spin with this intensity. But as much as you're enjoying it, he's not in the right frame of mind. He's not your Clark right now.

"Stop." You say firmly and you're a little surprised to see he does. His hands dropping to his side immediately.

"Wh-What did I do wrong?" He asks, lip trembling as he stares at you with the saddest eyes you've ever seen.

"Nothing honey, absoutely nothing but you're not yourself right now." You say cautiously as you see tears well up in his eyes.

"No no I've done something wrong. I went and messed it all up. I'm sorry I can fix it I promise." He starts to pace back and forth. His cape swooshing rapidly behind him.

"I love you so much, I love you I can't…" You watch in shock as tears fall down his face. What has this strain of kryptonite done to him? His voice catching in his throat as he looks at you.

"Baby, you haven't done anything wrong." You reach out to touch him but he flinches.

"No. I. You were scared of me earlier. I saw it, I heard it. I could hear it. You're scared of me." He shouts.

He saw the way you approached him with fear deep in the back of your mind. Unsure of what he'll do or how he'll react. He remembers the way he made you cry the last time he was infected with red kryptonite. That red rock that is another trace of his home planet. Of his true origins. It hurts him but it's also a part of his life that reminds him that no matter how hard he tries, he will always be an alien.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me. I love you I need you please don't leave me please please." Your heart breaks as Clark falls to his knees.

Looking up at you like you're a god when he's the one from another planet. A violent desperation takes over his whole body as he crawls to you. Hands reaching to grab your waist and pull you close.

"I'm so lonely." He whispers, his grip tightening on your shirt. You stifle a sob as you gently rest your hands on his face.

"I've always been so different and I've tried so hard to blend in. To become like you and your people. I love you and I love metropolis and I love how humans sing and dance and how badly they want connection and how people feed stray dogs and hold the door open and say please and thank you to strangers." He rambles as his tears stain your shirt.

"I love my life with you and at the planet but god I feel so lonely sometimes. I'll never be human to you or the world." You feel a couple tears roll down your face as you kneel down. His head hangs heavy in your hands as you try and get him to look at you.

"That's not true Clark." You say firmly but he doesn't seem to hear you, trapped in the storm of his own mind.

"Yes it is and I'm terrified you'll wake up one day and see it too." He whispers.

"Oh baby." You crumble too his words becoming too much to bear.

"I love you Clark. I love you and that's all that matters."

"And what if that's not enough." He looks up at you. He looks defeated as he reaches out and brushes his thumb across your lips.

"You love me but what happens when I have to miss another date because of who I am? Or an anniversary? Our wedding? What if I miss our kids first day at school or their soccer game and they sit and wait for me but I don't show up because no one else can do what I do?" He can't ignore the call to help and it would only be human for you to give up on him. You may love him but love can only take you so far.

"So we'll figure it out." You try to say but he just he scoffs.

"You don't get it. You'll never get it." He snaps.

"What if one day I get you killed?" He squeezes his eyes shut as the very though makes him sick.

"You won't."

"You don't know that. I watched Lex Luthor put a bullet through an innocent man's head all because he helped me up." His voice chokes up again. He wipes his eyes but the tears aren't giving him any respite.

"What do you think someone would do to my friends? To the love of my life?" He questions and you don't have an answer. Well you don't have an answer Clark would like.

"You die and it's all because of me. Because I wasn't fast enough or because I have to pick between you or the world." He doesn't think he's strong enough to make that decision.

"All of this is so far in the future, we'll take it one step at a time." You don't miss the way he mentioned starting a family or marriage. Things you haven't really talked about yet with Clark.

"I think about the future so much. I build this fantasy in my head and I've never wanted something so badly." He admits.

"I love you. I love you so much it hurts but how much can love carry the burden until it crumbles." You press your forehead against his and hold him as tight as you can. His arms lay limp at his side and it makes your chest tighten.

"I know that you're alien and I know what your duty to the world means. It's part of the reason why I love you so much. I understand and even if I don't I know you and I trust you with every fiber of my being. Please Clark, you have to listen to me." You beg.

Whatever strain of kryptonite this is has completely clouded his mind. Bringing his insecurites bubbling to the surface and exploding all at once. He's never been this raw and vulnerable before and contrary to what he thinks, he's never seemed more human. He pulls your hands off him and stands up, walking over to where he flew through your balcony door.

"You can say it's fine, but one day you'll get sick of it. Sick of me. I didn't ask to be sent to Earth but I chose to be this." He gestures to the symbol on his chest. The crest of the House of El. His blood.

"Clark this is just the kryptonite talking." You try and get up but hiss as a shard of glass from the window digs into your hand.

Blood pools in your hand as you try and pick the glass out of your hand. Yet another sign of your biological differences. He stiffens at the sight of you hurt and kneeling on the floor. A flood of emotions crashing over him again.

"Oh god." He whispers.

His hands reaching out to you but stopping just short. You're hurt because of the glass he created by smashing through your door. He was reckless, careless. Only thinking about himself.

You're hurt because of him.

He hurt you.

"Stop it, I'm so serious Clark you stop that right now." You snap seeing the panic in his eyes. You need him to snap out of it, to just listen to you god dammit.

"But I-"

"Enough! You're scared I get it, so am I. I'm scared that you'll go off one day and never come back. I'm scared that you'll find someone else and I'm scared that one day you'll face an enemy that's too strong even for you." You cry and the tears that fall down your face make send a sharp pain right through Clark's heart.

"But I've never been scared of you. Of what you are. I love you Clark Kent. I love your alien side and your human side. All of it. So please, just come here because I need you." Your voice breaks as you reach out for him.

He tenses his jaw, taking in the scene before him as the red kryptonite slowly starts to leave his system. His hands clench tightly at this side as more insecurities swirl around his head. But you're hurt and you need him and that seems to push through all the noise.

He brushes the debris and glass aside and away from you. He gently wraps his cape around your hand to stop the bleeding. The deep shade of blood blending with the vibrate red of his cape. The one that's supposed to represent hope and everything good.

This exposure has completely wrecked him. What happens when it wears off you don't know. But it breaks your heart to think that he's been carrying this for so long and you won't tell him but the fear that he's right sits deep in your heart.

His head rests in your lap as he holds your hand tightly. He watches as the blood spreads and he lets out a quiet whimper.

"Don't leave me, please please just don't leave. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His whole body shakes as he buries his face in your lap.

"I won't honey, I'm right here." You brush your free hand through his hair. Combing it gently as he cries in your lap.

"I'm not going anywhere."

[eleadore]

did you hear. the sun loves him

go see my son, the poster child for uncomplicated good

[rosenclaws]

Moths || Clark Kent x Reader

The door is closed, but the window's open I'll leave the light on and I'll let the moths in

a/n: so i heard moths by conan gray after seeing a mash-up of cigarette smoke and that song and i've been obsessed since. This is pretty short and not super written out but I had the idea and couldn't get rid of it so here it is. It's loosely based on just the first two lines but I love the whole song

wc: 1.1k

You once left your balcony doors unlocked for Clark so he could come into your apartment after his patrol. He scolded you for it in the morning but in the moment it made his heart ache. To think you’d trust him enough to let him in so late.

That you wanted him to come over in the dead of night because you couldn’t wait till morning. The soft glow of your living room light was like a beacon that called to his heart and guided him home. 

A home that doesn’t belong to him anymore. 

It had been 3 months since you and Clark had broken up. 3 months of Clark becoming a shell of who he was. Throwing himself into Superman in hopes of burying the pain he feels deep down in his heart. He has no one to blame but himself and his own sense of duty that he can’t seem to shake. If he was selfish, if he was more human, he wouldn’t have walked away. He would have picked you over the world a million times over. But he can’t let innocent people die and he can’t look away when people cry out his name for help. Which meant that he was torn between his love for you and his love for the human race and he could only take so much before something gave.

Letting go was the hardest moment of his life. The words felt like poison as he told you it was over. That he couldn’t keep doing this to you. His sad eyes filled with tears as you cried.

The worst part was how understanding you had been. Heartbroken but understanding. You mustered as much of a smile as you could and cupped his face in your hands. He closed his eyes when you kissed him for the last time. Hoping if he focused he would be able to remember what your lips felt like and how much he loved it.

Now…he can barely remember them. It kills him. He broke up with you. He walked away because he chose the world. But he misses you. He missed you so much.

His life just isn’t the same. The days blur together into one big mess. Even Lois has said something, her voice filled with worry as he just shrugs her off. Maybe he should talk to someone about this but how could he? These are the consequences of being a hero. He can barely sleep now because all he sees when he closes his eyes is you. So he prefers being exhausted to having another reminder of what he’s lost.

The local news have taken note of his recent reckless heroics as they put it. His moves aren't as calculated anymore. They're messy and uncoordinated. Truth be told he's taken a few punches to the face that he normally wouldn't have. But physical pain is easier to nurse than the emotional kind. The whole city can see that something is wrong with Superman.

Ma called him a couple days ago and he could barely muster the same energy he always had. Her worried voice filled him with even more guilt. A soft I love you from his mother helped but it wasn't enough.

He floats above the city just listening to everything. He’s just out of sight of anyone from the ground but he can see so much of the city lights. He’s so tired, he’s so lonely, he almost wishes for something to explode or catch fire so he can get his mind away from you.

Which makes him feel even worse because what kind of person wishes for that? He's Superman for goodness sake. His body moves while his mind twists and rumbles like a tornado.

you you you

No matter how much he tries you won't leave his mind. As he takes in his surroundings he realizes he's flown right to your apartment building. His breath catches and his lip starts to wobble. He shouldn't be here. He promised himself he wouldn't come back unless it was an emergency and his own stupidity isn't one. But then he sees it.

Your apartment doors wide open, probably to let the cool summer breeze through. It's dangerous so Clark can't help but stay put until he's sure you've gone and locked them. He hides away on the rooftop.

Waiting.

His fingers twitch as he focuses on listening to anything else but your heartbeat. His head snaps up when he hears footsteps in your apartment. The tension in his body relaxing once he sees it's just you. He sits on the edge of the building across from yours, waiting as you shut the doors. He gets ready to fly off when suddenly he stops.

His heart pounding in his chest as he doesn't hear the lock clicking in place. The soft warm glow of your lamp turns on and you silently walk back to bed. There's no reason for you to leave it on anymore. Not since he left. But his heart feels the pull back towards his old home. Back to you.

Was it not too late?

He doesn't dare to breathe as he floats over to your balcony. His boots hitting the ground roughly as his hand pushes the doors open. Everything hits him at once. The smell of your favorite candle mixes with whatever you had for dinner. It doesn't look any different from what he remembers. His eyes stop on the blanket that's folded neatly on your couch. He bought it for you because you swore it looked just like his flannels. It reminded you of him and he put down his card in an instant. He turns his back to the hallway and sighs.

"You shouldn't leave your doors unlocked like this." He whispers, unable to look you in the eye. It's not very surprising that he knew you were there. His super sense had always tuned themselves to you and it was a hard habit to kick. You lean against the doorframe and shrug.

"Why? Why tonight?" He asks, his voice cracking just a bit as he finally turns around. He nearly crumbles as he sees you standing there. Just as perfect as he remembers.

"I never stopped." You admit.

Every night you left the light on for him. Even though he broke your heart it never stopped loving him. He crosses through your living room in only a few steps. His lips on yours before you can really react. Tears falling down his face as he melts into your arms. Falling to his knees as he brings you with him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He cries softly as he buries his face in your neck.

"I don't know what to do." He mumbles.

"It's okay, you don't have to figure this out alone" You close your eyes as he holds onto you tightly.

"I'll always be here, always."

[rosenclaws]

Clark Kent 100% cried at the end of the sheep detectives because ik he resonates too hard with the winter lamb

[rosenclaws]

Moths || Clark Kent x Reader

The door is closed, but the window's open I'll leave the light on and I'll let the moths in

a/n: so i heard moths by conan gray after seeing a mash-up of cigarette smoke and that song and i've been obsessed since. This is pretty short and not super written out but I had the idea and couldn't get rid of it so here it is. It's loosely based on just the first two lines but I love the whole song

wc: 1.1k

You once left your balcony doors unlocked for Clark so he could come into your apartment after his patrol. He scolded you for it in the morning but in the moment it made his heart ache. To think you’d trust him enough to let him in so late.

That you wanted him to come over in the dead of night because you couldn’t wait till morning. The soft glow of your living room light was like a beacon that called to his heart and guided him home. 

A home that doesn’t belong to him anymore. 

It had been 3 months since you and Clark had broken up. 3 months of Clark becoming a shell of who he was. Throwing himself into Superman in hopes of burying the pain he feels deep down in his heart. He has no one to blame but himself and his own sense of duty that he can’t seem to shake. If he was selfish, if he was more human, he wouldn’t have walked away. He would have picked you over the world a million times over. But he can’t let innocent people die and he can’t look away when people cry out his name for help. Which meant that he was torn between his love for you and his love for the human race and he could only take so much before something gave.

Letting go was the hardest moment of his life. The words felt like poison as he told you it was over. That he couldn’t keep doing this to you. His sad eyes filled with tears as you cried.

The worst part was how understanding you had been. Heartbroken but understanding. You mustered as much of a smile as you could and cupped his face in your hands. He closed his eyes when you kissed him for the last time. Hoping if he focused he would be able to remember what your lips felt like and how much he loved it.

Now…he can barely remember them. It kills him. He broke up with you. He walked away because he chose the world. But he misses you. He missed you so much.

His life just isn’t the same. The days blur together into one big mess. Even Lois has said something, her voice filled with worry as he just shrugs her off. Maybe he should talk to someone about this but how could he? These are the consequences of being a hero. He can barely sleep now because all he sees when he closes his eyes is you. So he prefers being exhausted to having another reminder of what he’s lost.

The local news have taken note of his recent reckless heroics as they put it. His moves aren't as calculated anymore. They're messy and uncoordinated. Truth be told he's taken a few punches to the face that he normally wouldn't have. But physical pain is easier to nurse than the emotional kind. The whole city can see that something is wrong with Superman.

Ma called him a couple days ago and he could barely muster the same energy he always had. Her worried voice filled him with even more guilt. A soft I love you from his mother helped but it wasn't enough.

He floats above the city just listening to everything. He’s just out of sight of anyone from the ground but he can see so much of the city lights. He’s so tired, he’s so lonely, he almost wishes for something to explode or catch fire so he can get his mind away from you.

Which makes him feel even worse because what kind of person wishes for that? He's Superman for goodness sake. His body moves while his mind twists and rumbles like a tornado.

you you you

No matter how much he tries you won't leave his mind. As he takes in his surroundings he realizes he's flown right to your apartment building. His breath catches and his lip starts to wobble. He shouldn't be here. He promised himself he wouldn't come back unless it was an emergency and his own stupidity isn't one. But then he sees it.

Your apartment doors wide open, probably to let the cool summer breeze through. It's dangerous so Clark can't help but stay put until he's sure you've gone and locked them. He hides away on the rooftop.

Waiting.

His fingers twitch as he focuses on listening to anything else but your heartbeat. His head snaps up when he hears footsteps in your apartment. The tension in his body relaxing once he sees it's just you. He sits on the edge of the building across from yours, waiting as you shut the doors. He gets ready to fly off when suddenly he stops.

His heart pounding in his chest as he doesn't hear the lock clicking in place. The soft warm glow of your lamp turns on and you silently walk back to bed. There's no reason for you to leave it on anymore. Not since he left. But his heart feels the pull back towards his old home. Back to you.

Was it not too late?

He doesn't dare to breathe as he floats over to your balcony. His boots hitting the ground roughly as his hand pushes the doors open. Everything hits him at once. The smell of your favorite candle mixes with whatever you had for dinner. It doesn't look any different from what he remembers. His eyes stop on the blanket that's folded neatly on your couch. He bought it for you because you swore it looked just like his flannels. It reminded you of him and he put down his card in an instant. He turns his back to the hallway and sighs.

"You shouldn't leave your doors unlocked like this." He whispers, unable to look you in the eye. It's not very surprising that he knew you were there. His super sense had always tuned themselves to you and it was a hard habit to kick. You lean against the doorframe and shrug.

"Why? Why tonight?" He asks, his voice cracking just a bit as he finally turns around. He nearly crumbles as he sees you standing there. Just as perfect as he remembers.

"I never stopped." You admit.

Every night you left the light on for him. Even though he broke your heart it never stopped loving him. He crosses through your living room in only a few steps. His lips on yours before you can really react. Tears falling down his face as he melts into your arms. Falling to his knees as he brings you with him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He cries softly as he buries his face in your neck.

"I don't know what to do." He mumbles.

"It's okay, you don't have to figure this out alone" You close your eyes as he holds onto you tightly.

"I'll always be here, always."

[rosenclaws]

getting my chinese name tattooed on me soon and im so excited hehe

[unbrok3en]