#superswet

[ficklejarr]

we all know who you are clark 🥴🥴 (edited: tried a diff filter !)

[fr-wiwiw]

:D I should be sleeping but I promised myself to draw more of em kissing

[always4supes]

oh nothing just nerd!clark that stumbles over his feet and pushes up his glasses every 2 seconds. he’s quite a force, really. practically fighting to stay quiet in his seat without raising his hand to answer an oh so easy question, but the professor would shoo him off, tell him to give someone else a chance.

and you, a bit slow in class, unable to catch up as fast as your peers. you have to spend extra time on a certain topic, and once you’ve finally understood, your class has moved on far ahead. your friends tell you about clark, say he’s SUPER smart and is a great tutor.

with a relenting sigh, you decide to contact him. whats the worst that could happen? just a tutoring session.

well, when he invites you to his dorm for tutoring on biology…

you find yourself on his lap, fighting against his hand trapping your arms behind your back as his other palm caresses your face. your mouths are hot and pushing against eachother, tongues swirling together so fast they might just get tangled. he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two.

“once you get this chapter done, you can have a bit more, is that alright, sweetheart?”

the little shy, awkward, nerdy act was just a cover up. and you’ve fallen right into his trap.

[yuiiwmm]

sillies

[kirbsto]

Matt reeves, James Gunn…. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

[softboyluvr]

personal

summary: clark does not know why the girl at the planet, does not match the girl he spends his days with. until he does.

pairing: clark kent!superswet x female!reader

tags: slightly out of character clark, intentional lowercase, kind of loser-ish reader, my own personal pre dream scenario of the day idk? kinda bad? not proofread.

suggestions, requests, chats, anything, my inbox is open :D

clark had always been in tune with the world, his senses trained to recognize even the smallest shifts in the world around him. but he had never felt the need to syntonize himself to anyone in particular, or so it was until he met you.

you were hired as a photographer for the planet two years after he was hired. you mostly kept to yourself and didn't really stand out from the rest of the photography team, or any of the girls that worked at the planet. a fact that made him feel incredible guilt, for how could he have ever looked past you?

you entered his awareness zone the moment you befriended cat, your voice worming its way into his regular circle of voices. in a matter of months cat had already invited you to their biweekly karaoke bar night and he began to listen in through walls for your voice at the planet. the girl that had shown up at the bar not matching up his registry of things he had heard from you at the office. at work you were quiet, meek, reserved, the complete opposite of who he was just witnessing bouncing on the stage alongside cat and lois. a totally off beat rendition of rich girl by hall and oates flooding the bar you all decided to stop at.

your smile was contagious, and even though you were drunk off your mind—the slightly off beating of your heart giving away your drunken state—he could not remember the last time he heard a voice like yours.

when you sat back down beside him, he handed you a glass of water and the way you looked at him made the bar go quiet. jimmy and lois' off key duet of girl's just wanna have fun fading into the background.

"how'd we do?" you had asked.

and from the tone of your voice, he decided he shouldn't lie. "that was horrible."

you both laughed at the seriousness of his tone. you didn't invite him up to the stage with you that night, but he knew he would've done background vocals for any song you had asked.

two weeks later he had found you alone in the break room, eating a burrito by the corner closest to the door. when he said "hi" you jumped in surprise, a smile decorating your face immediately after.

"can i sit here?" he'd asked. and when you smiled and nodded he sat down next to you in the small table.

from then on you two would spend your lunch breaks together. and for the next karaoke bar night, he was the one to invite you. not cat.

when you said you had to do don't stop believing, he was the one by your side up on the stage. the smile on your face so carefree, so bright, intoxicating in a way. if he was able to get drunk, he had the feeling that is how it would feel like. by the end of the night, your cheeks were red from the tequila and when he offered to walk you home you were bold enough to grab his hand the whole way. not that he tried to pull away at all whatsoever.

the next time he invited you out after work wasn't for a group karaoke night.

"i wanted to know if you would like to have dinner tonight" he had asked, poking and prodding at his salad bowl. "just you and me"

the slight pause to your heartbeat making him look up, "yeah." you'd answered with a smile.

after the first date, he'd invite you anywhere he could. and offer to come with any time you would have him. by the fifth grocery store run, he'd ask you to be his girlfriend.

in the produce section. next to the pears.

"you and i would make a great pear" he said as you sorted through the fruits, making you laugh as you looked at him.

"what?" you'd said between laughs.

he took that as his cue to keep going, scanning the fruits and vegetables around you to come up with more puns. "you make my heart skip a beet"

when you'd laughed again, he simply asked. "would you let me be your boyfriend?" and smiled as you nodded and said yes.

he loved spending time with you, loved it when you spent the night at his place. loved making dinner with you, sitting in the couch and watching movies with you. he even loved when you couldn't sleep at two a.m. and asked things like

"do you think worms get to see our faces from the ground? or are we faceless monsters that squish the grass and yell when we see them?"

which would turn into a long conversation that would end with him offering to sing you to sleep just for you to stop asking him about worms, or vegetables, or the bottom of the ocean.

"but think about it clark! there has to be at least one megalodon in the mariana trench"

"stop watching national geographic before bed"

yet in all your conversations, you never mentioned work. and maybe he should've asked. maybe he should've considered it odd. you listened to him talk about work, but he had never heard anything from your side of the planet. so he decided to stop by one day.

his day was slow, he had finished his article early for once. and he wanted to see you in your element. you were always visiting him upstairs, why had he never thought to do the same for you before?

his ears were perfectly attuned to you. and the closer he walked to the photography department, the clearer he could hear you. you and the group of girls that were talking with you. or more at you.

"wow y/n," he heard someone say, flipping through your photos. "these shots have such a raw quality to them. totally candid"

he stopped to hear your reply. a small airy laugh was all they pulled from you.

another voice interjected. "yeah, real personal. almost like a hobby"

“she does seem personal,” someone added. “especially with the reporters. kent.”

one of the voices snickers, your breath shuddering.

“you don’t look like the type,” she said casually, “so how do we get him to request us like you?”

both girls laugh and he can hear your heart beat a bit faster, he knew you were blushing.

"yeah" you mumble and let out a small laugh. "i gotta go hand these in to perry"

he heard your steps approaching and as soon as you were close enough to him he caught you by the shoulders. eliciting a gasp from you, "clark".

your eyes were red and your cheeks were burning up. "oh baby" he mumbled, opening his arms to you. to which you immediately take comfort in.

he squeezes you twice before rubbing your back and letting you pull away, he grabs the pictures from your hands and flips through them. "oh honey these are great, the light is doing some great framing in this one." his compliments elicit a smile from you, the confidence back in your step as she makes her way to the elevator towards perry's office.

clark, on the other hand, rounds the corner into the photo room. immediately finding the two girls fawning over some photo one of them had taken. the one that called you personal notices him first.

"hi clark!" she says, brushing her hair over her shoulder.

"hi" he says with a curt smile. "i was looking for a photo from last week's protest at the square."

they both perk up at the request. "oh sure clark, what kind?"

"it doesn't really matter" he says with a smile. "i was looking for something low res. just for a mockup" he adds with a soft, kind tone.

he approaches the work table they were standing by and zones in on one of the photos they had spread. "ah. this will do the trick" he says with a smile. "may i?"

when he looks up both girls are giving him a death glare, nodding at his request.

"thank you" he says kindly. "keep up the good work." he adds, before exiting the photo room and getting walking towards the elevator.

when the metal doors open, you stand there with a wide smile and empty hands. meaning perry had liked all of your pictures. he pulls you in for a kiss before walking into the elevator himself, shouting an "i love you" as you walk away towards the photo room.

[moniehon]

A rare domestic morning!

[mittoboy]

Bruce discovering Clark is Superman… but with a spicy twist.

So, Clark Kent travels to Gotham as part of the press for a very important charity event hosted by Bruce Wayne.

Everything goes smoothly—except for the fact that Clark hasn’t managed to get an interview with Mr. Wayne. The whole reason Perry sent him there was to secure a face-to-face interview with the most coveted billionaire in North America.

Clark tried almost the entire night to approach him, but every time he did, some other reporter, a woman, or Wayne’s son would intervene, and the crowd would push him away.

By almost midnight, frustrated, Clark decided that nothing was going to stand between him and his interview. But then it happened…

"And who is this gorgeous thing?" Wayne’s voice came from his right, and Clark shivered, turning to find Bruce Wayne—drunk, smiling at him flirtatiously.

"Mr. Wayne, it’s so good to finally see you free. I’m from the Daily Planet, and I was hoping you’d like to—"

"Oh yes, yes, interview…" Bruce downed his glass and looked back at Clark. "Have I seen you before? I feel like I’ve seen those eyes before. I always remember the faces of the people I sleep with, but…"

"E-Excuse me?" Clark flushed immediately.

"Well, about that interview… would it be a problem if it happened at my place? You know… in a more private environment." Bruce’s sweet tone sent another shiver down Clark’s spine. No one had ever come on to him so blatantly, and he barely knew how to react.

"I don’t think that would be proper, sir, and besides, your son—"

"My little Dickie went home with my butler hours ago." Bruce smiled, and damn, that smile made Clark’s knees weak.

Completely against all his values, Clark ended up leaving the charity gala alongside Bruce Wayne, heading straight to Wayne Manor. And, still against every value and principle instilled in him, Clark and Wayne ended up in bed.

Clark doesn’t even remember how things escalated so quickly—Bruce had been teasing him the entire ride back to the mansion, then there was the wine Bruce offered him once they arrived, and then… Well, then Clark was moaning into what was probably a very expensive pillow.

It was good… oh hell, it was so good. So damn good that Clark fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, it was already morning. Morning!

Oh shit, not only had he slept with a billionaire, but he hadn’t gotten the interview. Crap, Perry was going to kill him. Lois was going to kill him. Jimmy… Jimmy would probably just ask how the hell Clark managed to sleep with a playboy when he could barely string words together around people. But they were definitely going to fire him for ruining such a big opportunity.

"Good morning," Bruce appeared at the door, dressed far more casually than last night, while Clark froze, half-dressed. "So, I suppose I owe you an interview, don’t I?"

"…"

"Is it crucial for your job?"

"Maybe…"

"I’ll tell Alfred to prepare the study."

Half an hour later, Clark got his interview and was escorted to the door by the butler.

Clark returned to Metropolis with a lengthy Bruce Wayne interview, praised by his colleagues, keeping his little “side mission” to himself because… well, it was a one-time thing.

Or so he thought.

A month and a half later, a tech summit took place at LexCorp. Clark was there covering the event, and so was Bruce Wayne. Clark tried to avoid him, but Bruce spotted him, and in their brief exchange of glances, Wayne winked.

Again, near midnight, Wayne approached him. Clark swallowed hard, they chatted for a bit, and…

"Aren’t you looking for another exclusive interview?" Bruce asked.

They ended up at the hotel where Wayne was staying.

They slept together again. It was really good.

"I’m starting to like interviewing you," Clark confessed after a couple of hours.

After that, every Wayne gala Clark covered in Gotham wasn’t because he requested it—Bruce Wayne specifically asked for him to be there.

"Kent? Oh yes, he’s a great reporter." Bruce declared in Star City when asked why the Planet’s reporter kept scoring such exclusive interviews with him.

But after several “exclusive interviews,” it had to happen eventually. Batman and Superman crossed paths in Metropolis.

Batman was following Penguin’s trail, which led him into the Kryptonian’s city—just as Toyman launched an attack with his lethal dolls. Both heroes had to team up.

Yes, Batman knew of Superman, and yes, Superman knew of Batman, but this was the first time they actually faced each other.

"Watch out!" Superman shouted, flying to shield Batman from an electric strike.

They both crashed onto a rooftop, rolling across the floor.

"Get off me!" Batman demanded when he ended up on his back with Superman straddling him. And then he saw it…

Batman looked up, saw Superman above him, messy-haired, panting.

…That sight was way too familiar.

Shit!

Superman was Clark Kent.

Superman was the sexy reporter Bruce had been sleeping with for months.

"Are you okay?" Superman asked.

"Get off," Batman repeated, sounding more annoyed.

The fight continued, but Bruce kept cursing himself in his head.

Couldn’t he just sleep with someone normal for once?