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Krypto’s Meet-Cute Manual

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~1.3K

A/N: I just like the idea of Krypto being a wingman for Clark 🤭, Happy Reading ❤��

-//-

It was a Saturday night.

Your friends had texted you entire paragraphs trying to convince you to come out, put on a cute outfit, hit the clubs, dance a little, embrace your young life, maybe meet a cute guy or two. But you just weren’t in the mood for it. Somehow, the idea of staying home and doing laundry sounded more appealing compared to the massive hangover you’d feel after a whole night of loud music and countless tequila shots.

So here you were , in your comfiest sweatpants, hair in a loose bun, earbuds in, tossing whites into the dryer in the apartment’s laundry room. It was unusually quiet for a Saturday. No one around. Just you and the hum of machines.

Then you caught a glimpse of movement beside you.

A man, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up and gray sweatpants that frankly should not look that good on anyone who was casually loading a basket into the machine behind you. Back to back.

You glanced over your shoulder just long enough to catch a kind face, glasses, and slightly tousled black hair. He looked up at the same time and gave a small, polite smile. You returned it and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, turning back to your laundry.

Silence settled again. A quiet, shared space. No words, just the soft hum of washers and the occasional clang of zippers against metal drums. Then… you both finished at about the same time. He unplugged his earbuds. You gathered your dry clothes.

And that was when it happened.

“I’m so sorry, I think this belongs to you.”

You looked up to see him holding a very lacy piece of your clothing between two fingers, his expression somewhere between mortified and apologetic. You blinked, then looked down at your own hands where, to your horror, a pair of grey boxers sat right on top of your folded clothes.

“And this yours, I believe,” you said, holding them up.

“Oh.. my,” He gave a sheepish laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Well… that’s embarrassing.”

Just then, a bark echoed from the hallway. A blur of white fur darted into the laundry room, a fluffy dog with a guilty face and a suspicious-looking sock in his mouth.

You looked at the dog. The dog looked very pleased with himself.

You nudged the boxers slightly with your shoe. “He often hand-delivers your underwear to strangers?”

“Oh God, No,” the man said quickly, “He just like to do nonsense things sometimes. Today, he thinks he’s helping laundry duties.”

You gave the dog a look, but your lips twitched. “Well, that’s adorable of him.”

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered, scooping up the boxers with the kind of dignity one tries to have in these situations. “He usually goes for socks. This is new.”

You bent down, letting your fingers run gently through the white fluff of the dog’s fur. “And you’re just too cute to be a furry criminal, aren’t you cutie?”

Krypto’s tail wagged furiously at the attention, tongue lolling out in pure joy as he leaned into your hand like you were his favorite person he’d known for years.

“Well, yes you are” you said, laughing softly, “You’re just the cutest.”

You scratched behind his ears again, and the dog’s tail thumped harder against the floor.

Clark smiled, watching. “That’s rare. He’s usually a little shy with strangers.”

“Guess I’m not a stranger now,” you said, still petting him happily.

“I’m Clark, by the way,” the man said after a beat, his voice a little softer now. “And that’s Krypto, the professional laundry thief. We’re at 3D.”

“I’m Y/n,” you replied, shifting your laundry basket slightly in your arms, “I’m at 3A.”

Clark raised his eyebrows slightly. “Oh! you’re the new neighbor.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Just moved in a couple of weeks ago.”

“How’s the building treating you?” he asked.

You gave a soft laugh. “Well, this is the first time a man’s underwear got thrown at me, so… mixed reviews.”

He smiled. “Yeah, fair. Though Krypto tends to leave an impression.”

“Oh, I’m aware.” You gave the dog another pat. “He’s lucky he’s cute.”

Clark chuckled, then tilted his head. “What about the city? You settling in okay?”

You shrugged, a smile still playing at your lips. “It’s been good so far, actually. Still figuring it out, but I like the uncertainty of some things.”

Then, he gave a sheepish shrug. “Don’t include the underwear incident in the count.”

“I won’t,” You let out a laugh, eyes crinkling. “Don’t worry, it’s memorable.”

He tilted his head, teasing, “In a bad way?”

You grinned. “No. Don’t worry… memorable in a good way. It’s a good meet-cute chance, I guess.”

He looked at you, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and relief, and then let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah,” he said, his voice a little shy, his cheeks dusted pink with a blush.

You watched him for a second longer, the way he scratched the back of his neck nervously, trying to play it cool but failing adorably. It made your heart flutter a little more than you expected.

God, he’s cute, you thought.

There was a pause, the kind that wasn’t awkward but instead comfortable, bubbling with the excitement of possibility. You could both feel it, even if neither of you dared to say it out loud just yet.

“Anyway,” You adjusted the basket in your arms. “I should get going. It was nice meeting you, Clark. And you too, Krypto.”

“Wait!”

You paused in the doorway. “Everything okay?”

“Can I make it up to you?” Clark asked. “On behalf of Krypto, I would like to seriously apologise for this embarrassing first meet of ours.”

You looked at him, cheeks warm, and heart tipping toward something new, “Oh?”

“There’s this little coffee shop a few blocks down,” he said, voice warm. “Nothing fancy. The barista loves to play Elvis songs on repeat. But, they have all kinds of freshly baked muffins all day. Would you like to go there with me?”

“I’d love to.” You smiled at him, already feeling the quiet excitement of something new beginning.

After you left, Clark stood still, the smile not leaving his face. Then he glanced down at Krypto, now laying on his side, smug and completely relaxed between the laundry carts.

Clark bent slightly, muttering with a shake of his head in disbelief, “You are one interesting fellow.”

Krypto gave a soft woof, tail wagging like it was a job well done and you’re welcome.

Clark chuckled, “But, we seriously should work on your wingman gestures though.”

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Look Up at the Stars

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~650

A/N: This was a quick thought when I was writing for another story, just couldn’t delete it 🤭

-//-

The sky stretched wide above you, a blanket of stars glittering like secrets waiting to be told. You and Clark were lying side by side on a blanket, tucked away in a quiet meadow far from the city. The summer night air was soft—warm enough to be comfortable but cool enough that he let you borrow his jacket, draped around your shoulders.

Krypto was happily sprawled in the middle of the blanket, belly up, tongue out, paws pointed skyward like he was surrendering to the stars. He looked perfectly content, sandwiched between his two favorite people, occasionally letting out a doggy sigh as if to say, this is all he ever wanted.

Clark shifted beside you, his fingers brushing yours again and again until finally, they stayed—laced gently together.

He turned his head toward you, eyes reflecting the starlight. “You know,” he said, smiling softly, “if you’d told me a few years ago this would be my Friday night—blanket, stars, a beautiful woman beside me, and a dog taking up half the space—I would’ve said it sounded too good to be real.”

You grinned, cheeks warm. “You’re being cheesy again.”

“Only because it’s true,” he murmured.

A streak of light arced across the sky—quick and golden. You gasped lightly and pointed. “Look! Shooting star. Make a wish.”

Clark didn’t look up. He was already looking at you.

“I don’t need to,” he said softly.

Your heart fluttered, and you couldn’t stop the smile that curved your lips. You looked down at Krypto, still completely blissed out between you two, legs twitching like he was dreaming of flying.

Clark looked too. Then, with a grin, he asked, “What do you think he wished for?”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “Hmm… maybe more moments like this. Quiet nights, just us. His favorite people. Lots of love.”

There was a pause. Then Clark chuckled. “Nah. He probably just wants an endless supply of his favorite treats.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah. That does sound more like Krypto.”

Krypto let out a soft snore in agreement, tail twitching once like a wag in his sleep.

You leaned closer to Clark, your hand now resting lightly against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart. “Still,” you whispered, “I like to think he wants more nights like this too.”

Clark met your gaze, eyes warm. “I do too.”

He leaned across the space between you—careful not to jostle the dog—and kissed you, slow and sweet under the stars. The world around you stilled, holding its breath for just a moment.

And there you stayed—your little universe of three, wrapped in warmth and starlight, tangled fingers, and simple wishes that had already come true.

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Sick Days with Clark (and Krypto too)

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~850

A/N: Inspired by me who was feeling a bit under the weather and actually still recovering from it 🤣

-//-

You hated being sick. Hated the slowness, the aching, the way your body hit the brakes when your mind was still racing through to-do lists. But after days of pushing too hard—barely sleeping, glued to your laptop, chasing deadlines—your body had finally had enough.

Still, you tried to play it cool.

Some people may call you a workaholic—your boyfriend teases you about it too, always saying you get a little too attached to that laptop of yours.

“It’s just allergies,” you insisted that morning, voice hoarse, nose stuffy.

Clark didn’t even blink. “Right. The kind of allergies that come with a fever and glassy eyes?”

You rolled your eyes and waved him off. But by midday, your body betrayed you.

You barely managed to sit up on the couch before the world swayed sideways. Your throat was raw, your head felt like it had its own weather system, and your limbs ached like you’d been run over. Twice.

It was Saturday. You had plans for Saturday—fun, productive, maybe even romantic plans. Instead, you were bundled up like a human burrito, nose red, and throat on fire.

Clark appeared before you even called for him, eyes soft with concern. He crouched beside the couch, back of his hand pressed gently to your forehead.

“Definitely, not just allergies babe,” he murmured. “You’re burning up.”

You groaned. “I’m fine.”

He tilted his head. “You’re literally curled into a miserable burrito on the couch.”

From the hallway came the gentle sound of nails on wood. Krypto trotted in, tail wagging low, carrying his favorite squeaky toy in his mouth. He padded up and laid it right on your chest, sitting down with his big eyes full of worry.

You gave him a weak smile, “Look at my fluffy emotional support nurse.”

Clark stood. “I’m making you soup.”

“You cook now?” you rasped.

He scoffed, “Hey, I can cook you know. Lots of things other than breakfast items.”

While your boyfriend moved around the kitchen with surprising ease, Krypto stayed by your side. Every time you coughed or sniffled, he brought another toy—his worn duck, a lopsided ball, a sock monkey that had definitely seen better days. He surrounded you in slobbery comfort.

By the time Clark returned, he was balancing a tray like a pro—steaming chicken soup, buttered toast, and a mug of tea that smelled like honey and lemon.

He sat beside you, bowl in hand, spoon already loaded.

“Open up,” he said gently.

You shook your head, sinking further into the blanket, and pouting like a child, “I’m not that hungry.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Just a little bit, you pouty baby.”

You gave him a tired glare. “I am not—”

“—a pouty baby?” he finished, smirking.

You sighed dramatically. “Fine,” you grumbled, and opened your mouth just enough.

“See? Not so hard,” he said, slipping the spoon in like it was a peace offering.

The soup was delicious. So was the tea.

“Okay,” you whispered, blinking up at him. “This is suspiciously comforting.”

Clark smiled, “Told you.“

After him convincing you to finish the bowl of soup, you find yourself leaning against him, letting your eyes flutter closed for a moment as the tea warmed your hands.

At some point, between sneezes, you muttered, “You two are way too much.”

Clark leaned closer, lips brushing your temple. “We love you.”

Cut to even more sniffles and coughs later. Eventually, exhaustion won. Clark shifted, letting you lie down with your head resting in his lap. Krypto curled up along your legs, one paw resting protectively over your shin—like he was your shield against the world of viruses.

You fell asleep wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, buried in toys, your body finally letting go—because for once, everything could wait.

“Rest up, babe. We’ll be here,” Clark murmured, brushing your hair back as Krypto wiggled closer and nestled between your arms like a warm, living pillow.

You felt safe, warm, and—most of all—loved by your boys.

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Bubbles and Him

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, hints of smut, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~750

A/N: I feel like this would be a funny thing, Clark would actually do 🤭. Anyway, Happy Reading ❤️

-//-

The soft glow of your laptop screen lit the bedroom in pale blue, your fingers dancing across the keys as you tried—tried—to stay focused. Deadlines were looming, emails were unanswered, and your to-do list was still far too long.

Clark, on the other hand, had very different priorities tonight.

“The bath’s ready,” he called from the doorway, voice low and coaxing. “I used your favorite salts… the lavender vanilla one.”

You didn’t even look up. “That’s sweet, babe. Go ahead without me.”

There was a beat of silence, then:

“I lit the candle too. The one you said that would make our house smell like freshly baked cookies.”

You smirked, still typing. “That’s because it will.”

“You know, men don’t usually take baths… unless their girlfriend’s climbing in too.”

“Uhm.”

“Babe, the bath’s gonna feel so lonely without you—how am I supposed to relax without my favorite person in there?”

“You’ll be fine, baby,” you say, trying to reassure him with a soft smile.

Then he finally tried a different tactic.

When you glanced up—just for a second—he was leaning against the doorframe again, this time with a look that practically screamed mischief. Slowly, deliberately, he tugged his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor.

You flicked your eyes back to the screen. Unmoved.

His sweatpants dropped next. A little more dramatic this time. He was clearly upping the ante.

Still, you resisted. Barely.

And then the boxers came off.

Now completely naked, your boyfriend stood tall in the doorway, bathed in the soft flicker of candlelight, proud and impossibly relaxed.

You paused. Blinked. Tried to pretend you weren’t tempted.

But when you peeked again, the smile broke free before you could stop it.

“Babe,” you said, laughing as your laptop slowly slid shut. “What are you doing?”

He gestured casually down the length of himself, his voice all innocent teasing.

“Oh, just showing you what you’ll be missing from that bath.”

You didn’t even try to hold back the laugh this time. The laptop clicked shut. The covers were pushed off. And you padded toward him slowly, your eyes warm with amusement—and something else entirely.

“Clark Kent, “ Arms looped around his neck, your body brushing his, “Was this part of your plan all along?” you murmured, letting your lips ghost over his.

He didn’t answer right away—just tilted his head, breathing you in, his hands already tracing slow circles on your lower back.

“Gotta do what it takes to convince you,” he said, voice low and rumbling, his mouth brushing yours with every word.

You didn’t get far before he was helping you out of your clothes piece by piece, his touches slow, almost reverent. And then he was guiding you into the bathroom, his hands never leaving your skin, his gaze like fire.

The steam was thick in the air, the bath perfectly warm. Clark stepped in first, then reached for you, pulling you gently between his legs. You leaned back into him, bare skin to bare skin, your back against his chest, your hips pressed flush to his.

He let out a soft, pleased sigh, arms wrapping securely around your waist.

“Feels nice, right?” he whispered against your shoulder, his lips brushing over your skin between words.

You hummed in agreement, your head tilting as his mouth found that spot just below your ear, “Mmhmm. You win.”

His voice was a grin, “it feels nice to be right.”

You giggled softly, before turning in his arms as you straddled him, your knees sinking into the warm water on either side of his hips. His hands found your waist instinctively, pulling you closer as your lips met in a slow, lingering kiss—one that deepened with every passing second. Soon, the rest of the world slipped away, lost in the heat that bloomed between you.

Every touch grew bolder, more certain. Fingers trailing down wet skin, mouths exploring familiar places like they were new again. You moved together in a steady, deliberate rhythm, slow and unhurried, like you had all the time in the world.

Water sloshed over the edge of the tub with each motion, spilling onto the floor in gentle waves—but neither of you noticed, or cared. The candlelight flickered across the tiles, casting golden shadows over your joined forms.

It was just you and him.

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Come Back to Bed (and Krypto Means It Too)

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~600

A/N: apologies, I did not proofread this 🫣, Happy Reading ❤️

-//-

The morning is quiet — that soft, golden kind of quiet that only happens right before the world begins to stir.

Sunlight streams through the curtains, warm and gentle, casting slow-moving shadows across the room. You’ve just made it back from the bathroom, padding barefoot across the floor, wrapped in Clark’s oversized flannel shirt.

You’re barely halfway to the dresser to grab a fresh pair of socks when you hear a low, devastated groan from the bed.

“Baaabe…”

You pause.

Another dramatic sigh. Then the sound of sheets shifting aggressively, and his muffled, sleepy, and whiny voice, “Where did you go? Why would you leave me like that?”

You turn slowly, “Baby. I went to pee.”

He lifts his head with bleary eyes and a look of betrayal on his face, like you just broke his heart into pieces. His hair is tousled and flopping onto his forehead, one cheek creased from the pillow, lips in the world’s most tragic pout.

“You weren’t there when I reached over,” he murmurs, voice groggy and thick with sleep.

You smile, amused, “ I was gone for like three minutes.”

He exhales heavily, “Felt longer.”

Before you can say anything else, Krypto jumps up onto the bed with a soft thump, ears perked, tongue out — and without hesitation, he licks Clark’s face in a giant swipe of agreement.

Your boyfriend chuckles, looking at the dog, “You agree too buddy?”

Krypto lets out a satisfied huff and turns to you expectantly, clearly nudging you back toward the bed.

You roll your eyes, laughing as you crawl back under the covers.

“You boys are dramatic.”

The second you do, Clark wraps himself around you like a vine — one arm around your waist, one leg slung over yours, face nuzzled into your shoulder.

He lets out a long, pleased sigh like he’s finally at peace, “Next time,” he mumbles against your skin, “Just take us with you.”

You laugh softly. “You two want to come with me to the bathroom now?”

He hums sleepily, “I just don’t like waking up and you’re not here. Krypto feels the same way too.”

Krypto flops down across your feet with a final grunt, like finally, order is restored.

Right now, in your arms, he’s not Superman. He’s not saving cities or catching falling planes. He’s just a sleepy, clingy man who panicked because you weren’t in bed for five minutes — and Krypto, the ball of fur, who absolutely backed him up.

And honestly? You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Say It Again

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~500

A/N: Monday morning again soon, needed a pick me up, so I wrote this. Happy Reading ❤️

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It was one of those Sunday lazy afternoons — the sun slipping through the curtains in soft golden streaks, and the world outside humming in quiet peace. Krypto was curled up in your lap, his head resting comfortably against your thigh as your fingers occasionally stroked his fur, the rhythmic motion soothing both him and you.

You were nestled on the couch, a blanket half-draped over your legs, a bowl of popcorn balanced between you and Clark. Some Netflix show was playing on the TV, not that either of you were paying much attention to it anymore.

He sat close, your knee resting against his. He’d spent the last few minutes stealing glances at you instead of the screen — that half-smile tugging at his lips, like he was thinking something but not quite saying it.

Then, as you leaned over to grab a piece of popcorn, brushing your shoulder against his chest, he let it slip — soft, almost automatic, but sincere in a way that made your heart stop.

“I love you,” he murmured, his head dipping close to yours, nuzzling gently against your temple like the words had just naturally spilled from where he kept them buried.

Your hand froze midair. You blinked, slowly turning your head toward him.

“What did you say?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even despite the sudden flutter in your chest.

Clark’s eyes widened for half a second, then he pulled back slightly and cleared his throat, pretending to be far too invested in the movie. “Nothing,” he mumbled, cheeks already tinged with that adorable pink he always tried to hide.

You just couldn’t help it, the teasing smile crept across your face, “Say it again.”

“I didn’t— I mean, I did,” he finally muttered, rubbing the back of his neck like a boy caught passing notes in class.

You reached out, resting your fingers lightly against his jaw, guiding his gaze back to you.

“Say it again,” you whispered, biting your lip nervously.

He swallowed, eyes soft, voice low, “I love you.”

You giggled shyly, blushing as your heart did a little somersault, warmth blooming in your chest like the moment had finally caught up to you.

And just like that, your sighed before arms wrapped around his neck, his hands sliding instinctively to your waist, pulling you closer. Your foreheads nearly touched, breath mingling as you smiled so wide it made your cheeks ache.

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

Clark chuckled softly, the shyness in his face melting — and then his lips were on yours, tender and slow at first, until it deepened, stealing your breath away. He gently laid you down onto the couch, his arms never leaving you, and you didn’t let go either — your hands tugging at his shirt, pulling him down with you, until his weight settled over yours.

You both laughed into the kiss, completely lost in the moment, wrapped in each other, like the whole world had narrowed down to just this — just the two of you, tangled up on a worn couch, kissing like there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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The Fluffy Thief

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: brief smut, mostly fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~650

A/N: This was so random, I don’t remember how the idea came to me 🤭, Happy Reading ❤️

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Dinner is long forgotten — the only thing that matters now is the way Clark’s mouth trails fire down your throat, how his hands roam your bare skin as he lowers you onto the couch. He hovers over you, warm and solid, kissing you so deeply you forget how to breathe. His hands cup your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until you’re gasping, your hips rolling up to meet him. He presses kisses lower — wet, open-mouthed, down your neck, over your chest — pausing only to suck a nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling until your soft moans echo off the walls.

Your fingers fumble at his pants, desperate to feel him. He laughs breathlessly against your skin, then helps you tug them down and toss them aside. When he slides your panties off, he kisses his way down with them — leaving a trail of warmth that makes your whole body shiver.

He settles between your thighs, spreading you open so easily it makes your cheeks burn. His mouth lowers, tongue tasting you in slow, deep licks that have your back arching off the couch. You whimper his name, one hand buried in his hair as he groans low in his throat, savoring every sound you make.

When your thighs tremble and you fall apart for him, gasping his name in a soft cry, he doesn’t give you a chance to come down. He kisses his way back up your body — soft, hungry pecks along your stomach, between your breasts, up your throat, his lips finding yours again just as he slides inside you in one smooth, deep thrust.

You moan into his mouth, your nails dragging down his back as he starts to move — slow, steady strokes that get faster, deeper, until the slap of skin on skin fills the room. He whispers your name between kisses, his breath ragged when you clench around him.

Your soft cries build again until you’re trembling under him, walls fluttering around him as you come a second time, a choked moan on your lips. That’s all it takes — he pushes in deep, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, his mouth buried against your neck as he pants your name.

After, he slips away just long enough to grab a warm cloth and clean you up gently, pressing kisses to your cheeks every time you flinch from how sensitive you are. Then he pulls you under the blanket, both of you curled together on the couch, your leg thrown over his hip, your cheek resting on his chest.

The living room is a mess — clothes scattered everywhere, soft TV glow flickering across the walls. You’re half-asleep, drifting in the warmth of him, when you feel him shift under you.

He squints over your shoulder, brow furrowing, “What you got there, buddy?” he mutters, suspicion creeping into his voice.

You peek over, stifling a giggle when you see the dog standing proudly with your bra clenched between his teeth. He wags his tail, gives it a tiny shake like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Your boyfriend lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand over his face. He shifts out from under you, the blanket slipping off his hips as he stands.

You giggle, tugging the blanket tighter around you as Clark steps off the couch, half-naked and still flushed.

He tries, “Hey, Krypto, buddy…” but Krypto just takes off behind the coffee table, your bra flapping like a victory flag in his mouth, “Kyrpto, No! Drop it.”

You bury your face in the blanket, shoulders shaking as you watch your gorgeous, half-naked boyfriend running circles around the living room, muttering more empty threats while the dog wags his tail like it’s the best game in the world.

“Give it back, Krypto!”

You wouldn’t trade this ridiculous moment for anything.

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A Fortress of Fur and Love

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~825

A/N: Weekend almost here, so happy about that! Happy Reading ❤️

-//-

You’d known the forecast said rain, but you didn’t expect this.

It was nearly midnight now, and the storm had been rolling overhead for hours, every crack of thunder rattling the windows of Clark’s apartment. You’d pressed yourself closer to him in bed, counting the seconds between lightning and thunder like it might make you braver. But each rumble still made your chest tighten and your fingers curl in the blankets.

Next to you, Clark slept so deeply, one arm heavy across your waist, his heartbeat steady against your back. He needed the rest. You knew how little sleep he got, you couldn’t bring yourself to wake him just because you were jumpy about a little weather.

So you slipped out as quietly as you could, easing his arm off your waist and pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. He barely stirred, only mumbling something incoherent as he rolled into your empty spot.

You padded down the dark hallway in Clark’s oversized T-shirt, pulling your sleeves over your cold hands. In the living room, you flicked the TV on, low enough not to wake him. Some rerun of an old sitcom was playing, all laugh tracks and cheesy jokes. It wasn’t really funny, but it was noise — safe, some other noise that covered up the angry sky outside.

You curled up on the couch, tugging the old knitted blanket from the backrest over your shoulders. You tried to focus on the show, but another crash of thunder made you flinch, pulling your knees tighter to your chest.

You didn’t hear Krypto coming. One moment you were alone, the next, there was a soft thud as his paws hit the floor, a gentle huff as he nudged your knee with his cold nose.

“Hey, buddy,” you whispered. He whined, tail wagging. When you lifted the blanket’s edge, he didn’t hesitate. He climbed right up and shoved himself into the narrow space between your knees and chest. His big head found its favorite spot on your lap, warm and comforting.

You buried your hand in his thick fur, scratching behind his ears the way he liked. Krypto sighed, his tail thumping once, twice, then he settled, perfectly content to guard you from the storm outside.

Minutes slipped by like that, you half-watching the TV, half-listening to Krypto’s soft breathing. You didn’t even notice he was there until you felt a warm hand brushing your arm.

Clark was there, crouched next to the couch, hair tousled, eyes puffy with sleep. He was wearing a pair of soft sweatpants and one of his old college shirts, the one you’d stolen more than once.

“Baby?” he said, his voice rough and gentle all at once. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

You blinked at him, sheepish. “You were sleeping. You need sleep.”

He knew you were scared of storms, knew the TV was your shield against the noise outside — and part of him wished, just for you, that his powers could somehow quiet the thunder too.

He huffed a quiet laugh, that soft Clark Kent laugh that always warmed your ribs from the inside out. “The bed feels lonely without you,” he said. His thumb traced under your eye, brushing away the sleep and the worry all at once.

He glanced at Krypto, now sprawled half across your lap and half across the couch cushion. “Traitor,” Clark teased him. Krypto thumped his tail once but didn’t move, like he knew exactly whose job it was to protect you when Clark wasn’t looking.

“Stay with me,” you murmured, lifting the blanket without even thinking about it. And so he did, squeezed himself into the narrow gap next to you, tugging you close until your back was pressed against his chest, “I’m not going anywhere,” His arm slid under yours, palm splayed over your stomach. You tucked your head under his chin, breathing him in — warm skin and laundry detergent and a hint of rain from when he’d checked the windows.

Krypto shuffled a little, adjusting his spot until his giant head was firmly planted on Clark’s stomach, one paw draped over Clark’s side like he was claiming both of you for himself.

“Seriously?” Clark grumbled fondly, looking down at the dog pinned across him.

“You’re stuck now,” you teased, your words muffled against his collarbone. He chuckled before kissing the top of your head.

Outside, thunder rumbled again, but this time you barely heard it over the steady sound of Clark’s heartbeat under your ear and Krypto’s soft snores vibrating through the blanket.

Clark’s voice was warm and gentle as he squeezed your hip under the blanket. “Next time, don’t hesitate to wake me, okay? I’m right here for you.”

You smiled into his chest, your eyelids growing heavy again, “Deal,” you whispered. Your fingers found his under the blanket, tangling together while Krypto let out a deep, satisfied sigh.

Eventually, the TV played on to no audience at all, just the three of you piled together, thunder fading into nothing outside the living room windows — your own little fortress of warmth, heartbeat, and fur.

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Before the City Wakes

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~600

A/N: I imagine this would be something romantic to share with someone. Anyway, hope you guys like the story, Thank you for reading 🫶🏻

-//-

It starts with Clark nudging you awake at around 5:30 AM. He’s trying to be gentle about it — brushing his thumb across your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your temple — but you still groan and swat at him like he’s an alarm clock that has betrayed you for the last time.

“Clark, if this is about an emergency,” you mumble into your pillow, “It’s too early to be awake. Let Batman handle it.”

You feel him chuckle, that warm rumble against your shoulder. “No emergency,” he murmurs, “Come on sleepyhead, just trust me.”

You crack one eye open. He’s perched on the edge of the bed in sweats and a t-shirt, looking impossibly awake and annoyingly handsome. Worse, he has that smile, the one that means he’s planned something you’re going to love, even if you pretend you don’t anything to do about it.

You sigh dramatically but push yourself up, “Fine. But you owe me a gallon of coffee and many pancakes.”

“Deal,” he says, already draping one of his old flannel shirts over your shoulders. It’s too big, smells like him, and you secretly love it.

Before you know it, he’s carrying you onto the balcony, cradled tight against his chest. The city below is dark and quiet — streetlights flicker like tired stars.

“Ready?” he asks.

You grumble something about Too early to be heroic but nod.

You’ve flown with him countless times, but in the hush before dawn it feels different — softer somehow. He doesn’t dart through the clouds like he does when he’s Superman for everyone else. Tonight he’s just Clark, drifting upward, carrying you higher until the city hum fades into a hush of wind and heartbeat.

He settles on an unfinished steel beam far above the waking city — one of his secret roosts. He sits first, pulling you gently into his lap, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

Below, Metropolis sleeps. A handful of windows glow. Cars crawl like fireflies on empty streets. But up here, there’s only you and him and the slow light pushing back the dark.

“What are we doing here?” you ask softly, your voice carried off by the breeze.

He presses his lips to your hair. “Wait for it.”

So you wait — tucked into his chest, his flannel wrapped around you both. He draws lazy circles on your hip with his thumb. Your head rests under his chin. You match your breathing to his, “Look,” Clark murmurs when the horizon finally breaks.

You lift your eyes just in time to see the world turn gold. First the tallest towers catch the sun, glass windows flashing like someone lit a match inside each one. Then the rooftops glow, the streets brighten, the shadows slip away. It’s like watching the whole city stretch and wake under a soft blanket of light.

It was beautiful sight indeed.

You feel his arms tighten around you. He kisses the spot behind your ear that always makes you smile, “How many sunrises have you seen up here?” you ask, your voice full of wonder.

“Too many to count,” he says, his lips brushing your hairline. “But I think I like this one the most.”

You turn your face to look at him. He’s not watching the sunrise — he’s watching you.

“You sweet talker,” you tease, even as your chest flutters.

“It’s true, I speak only the truth,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours.

Below, the city hums awake , lights flicker on, traffic begins to crawl, distant sounds drift upward. But up here, there’s only the wind, the warmth of his arms, and the quiet thrum of his heart against your back.

When the sun is fully up, so are you — sleepy but glowing, wrapped safe in him like the city can’t touch you yet.

You smile against his jaw. “Alright, Smallville. Now you owe me those coffee and pancakes.”

He laughs, warm in your ear, and kisses you slow. “Anything for you, my love.”

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Third Wheel with a Tail

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~500

A/N: Couldn’t stop thinking about Clark and Kyrpto, even after writing this so this is another fluff piece ❤️

-//-

One Saturday, you found yourself at Clark’s apartment again — in his bed, wrapped in his T-shirt.

You wake up first to the weight of Krypto draped over your middle, warm and heavy, nose tucked under your chin like the world’s biggest, fluffiest security blanket.

A few minutes later, Clark stirs behind him — a sleepy groan, a rustle of blankets, the soft thump of his hand patting around blindly until he finds your hip.

He blinks himself awake, hair sticking up in every direction, glasses abandoned on the nightstand. His voice is rough and adorably offended.

“Seriously?,” he squints at the sight of Krypto stretched across your whole torso, “This again?”

Krypto’s love for you was something slow, but as you spent more nights at Clark’s place, he became inseparable from you — always wanting to be near, patiently waiting by the door whenever you weren’t there yet.

Lately, in the middle of the night, Krypto would sneak into bed with the two of you — wedging himself right between, though always drifting a little closer to your side than Clark’s.

You giggle sleepily, scratching Krypto’s ear. “He loves me,”

Clark drags himself closer, wedging one knee against Krypto’s giant back, “Yeah, well, I love you too. I want to cuddle with you too. Please, move over, fluffball.”

And so he tries to scoot Krypto just an inch — and immediately gets a low, half-asleep grrrrf rumble in return. Krypto doesn’t even lift his head, just sighs and shifts more of his weight onto you like he’s staking his claim.

Clark freezes. “Did he just growl at me? Me?,”

You giggle harder, hiding your grin in Krypto’s fur. “Be nice. He’s cozy,”

Clark points accusingly at Krypto’s giant back. “I’m Superman, and I’m losing a cuddle fight to a dog. Unbelievable,”

He tries again — gently nudging Krypto’s butt — only to earn another rumble and a single, lazy tail thump to his ribs. Krypto doesn’t even open an eye.

You’re giggling so hard you can barely breathe. “Just give up for now babe. You can have me later.”

Clark flops onto his pillow with a tragic groan. “Tonight, I’m locking him out for real,”

You snort, pressing a kiss to Krypto’s head, “You keep saying that, but then his puppy eyes always betray you,”

Clark lifts his head just enough to glare at you — but the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smile. “They’re weaponized. They should be illegal,”

You hum, scratching Krypto’s ear again. “You love him,”

Clark pokes Krypto’s back one last time, defeated but grinning. “Yeah, yeah. Maybe. But this is my side. And you’re My girl. This is also my bed.”

Krypto’s tail gently flicks him in the chest in response. Clark sighs, slowly tucks his arm around both of you anyway before the three of you drift off to sleep again.

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In the Quiet of Us

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~570

A/N: writing this just warms my heart ����❤️

-//-

You were in the bathroom winding down for the night — the familiar rhythm of your routine comforting in its own way. Warm water splashed against your skin as you washed your face, the faint scent of your cleanser drifting up with the steam. You patted your face dry with a soft towel, then carefully smoothed moisturizer over your cheeks and forehead, massaging it in with slow, gentle circles.

In the bedroom, He was already in bed. He’d slipped under the covers while you were still fussing over your skin, glasses pushed up on his nose as he pretended to read a book he’d probably re-read a dozen times. Every so often, his eyes would flick toward the bathroom door, listening to the faint sounds of running water and clinking bottles.

At first, he waited patiently. But the minutes stretched on, and all he could think about was how empty the bed felt without you in it.

Finally, with a soft sigh, he set the book aside and pushed the covers back. He padded across the room, footsteps quiet on the floorboards until he leaned against the bathroom doorway. He watched you for a moment, his lips tugging into a lazy smile at the sight of you focused so seriously on brushing your teeth, mouth full of foam, brows slightly furrowed.

A second later, you felt him behind you, his warmth pressing into your back as strong arms slipped around your waist. His chest rumbled with a soft laugh when you startled just a little, toothbrush still hanging out of your mouth.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice still thick and sleepy. His breath brushed your ear, sending a shiver down your neck as he pressed slow, lazy kisses along your shoulder.

You tried to nod, your mouth still full of toothpaste. “Mhm— almost done,” you mumbled, the words garbled.

“Mm-hm,” he echoed teasingly, arms tightening around your waist as if he could fuse himself to you right there. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, the faint scratch of his stubble brushing your skin in a way that made you squirm.

You spat out your toothpaste, rinsed your mouth, and reached for your towel — but before you could grab it, his grip shifted. Suddenly, his arms slid lower, palms braced under your thighs as he hoisted you up in one smooth motion.

“Clark!” you squeaked out, your laughter bouncing off the bathroom tiles as you instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“You’re taking too long, baby,” he said, his grin wide and boyish as he carried you out of the bathroom. He pressed another kiss to your temple, his nose brushing your hairline, “The bed feels so lonely without you. ”

You tried to protest, teasing him about being dramatic but, breathless giggles spilling from your lips and he just shushed you with another kiss, this one landing on the tip of your nose. He lowered you onto the bed with careful hands, but didn’t give you a chance to move far. He crawled in right after you, hooking an arm around your waist and tugging you flush against his chest. His legs simply tangled with yours under the blankets, one big hand splayed warm and steady over your back as if to keep you right there, safe and close.

You buried your face in the soft cotton of his sleep shirt, your smile hidden against his collarbone. His heartbeat was a steady drum under your ear, strong and sure.

“Good night,” he murmured into your hair, voice already drifting toward sleep as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love you.”

“I Love you too,” you whispered back, your fingers curling into the fabric at his side.

Thoughts about the world outside slipped away, replaced by the warmth of his arms and the soft rhythm of your breathing together. Held close, your lashes fluttered shut as his thumb traced lazy circles on your back. In that hush, there was nothing left to do but drift off — wrapped up in each other, safe and quiet, exactly where you both belonged.

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I Just Love You

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~350

A/N: Sorry this one’s on the shorter side 😶

-//-

The city outside your window feels like another world — too far away to touch you here, tangled up in warm sheets and each other’s leftover laughter.

The bed still smells like him, like you, like sweat and skin and something sweeter that only happens when there’s nowhere else to be but here.

You’re lying half on your side, half draped over his chest, too warm and too content to care about the sheets slipping off your back.

His skin is still flushed where your palms had mapped him over and over, and he hasn’t stopped looking at you since you caught your breath — like he’s trying to memorize every curve the night has made of you.

Somewhere on the floor, your clothes are a trail marking exactly how desperate you two were a couple of hours ago — buttons popped loose, a belt barely hanging onto the corner of the dresser, a shirt half inside out. None of it matters now. Not when his heartbeat is steady under your ear and his fingers trace lazy circles against the dip of your spine.

You feel the weight of his eyes before you see them — warm, too full of something soft and dangerous. You peek up at him, your smile curling slow and teasing.

“What?” you murmur, voice little scratchy from all the ways he’d made you say his name tonight.

He huffs a soft laugh through his nose, tilts his head just enough to brush his mouth over your hairline — then your cheek, then the corner of your lips. You catch the edge of that grin you love so much, half boyish, half something you’ll never quite get used to.

“Nothing,” he says, that wicked smile easing into something softer, something that feels like the only truth worth whispering this late at night.

“I just love you.”

“I love you too, “ You giggle, warmth blooming in your chest as you tip your face up to him, your palm sliding to his jaw. Your thumb brushes the stubble there — familiar, comforting. Yours.

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Late Night at the Daily Planet

David Corenswet! Superman x Journalist! Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Some smut, fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~1K

A/N: I tried to write some smut in it. This was very fun to write 🤓, Happy Reading ❤️✨

-//-

It was just another late night cramming to finish an article. Whenever one of you, Jimmy, Clark, Lois, or you, had to pull an all-nighter at the office, the rest would usually stay and help out. Tonight, though, it was just you, Clark, and Jimmy. Lois had surprisingly bailed because she had a date with someone.

A few minutes ago, you and Clark were in the archives room, hoping to dig up some evidence to help Jimmy’s article. But it hadn’t taken long for quiet whispers over dusty files to dissolve into stolen glances and wandering hands.

Now, you were pressed up against the wall, your back cool against the metal shelves while Clark’s body pinned you there, warm and solid. His fingers moved deftly over your clothes, finding buttons and zippers with a hunger that sent sparks down your spine. You tugged at his tie, loosening it with clumsy urgency before working the buttons of his shirt open, one by one, until your palms were sliding over the hard planes of his chest.

His mouth trailed along your jaw, then lower, lips brushing your throat as you tilted your head back to give him more. His breath was hot, his tongue tasting your skin like he was starved for you.

You gasped when his hands slid under your blouse, thumbs brushing the soft skin beneath your bra. He hooked a finger into the lace, pulling it aside just enough to leave a trail of kisses until your knees threatened to give out.

“Clark,” you whispered, your voice breaking when his teeth grazed your skin.

“I know,” he murmured against your collarbone, his words vibrating against your flesh. He kissed his way back to your mouth, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deep and messy and desperate. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark behind his glasses, pupils blown wide.

With no layers of clothing left between you, he hoisted you up easily, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt the heat of him, the promise of what was coming, pressing against your thigh as he held you there like you weighed nothing.

Your back hit the wall again with a soft thud. He braced one hand beside your head, the other guiding himself to you, pushing in slow enough to make your breath hitch, then slow turned to a sweet ache as he filled you completely.

You clung to him, your fingers sliding into his hair, tugging gently as he started to move, hips rocking into you in a rhythm that made you bite back a moan. His lips found yours again, swallowing every gasp and whimper as your hips met his, matching him thrust for thrust.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned against your mouth, his voice rough and low. He shifted his angle, hitting that perfect spot inside you, and you broke the kiss with a gasp, forehead falling to his shoulder.

“Yes, Clark, right there… don’t stop…”

“Never,” His pace quickened, each thrust harder than the last, the shelves behind you rattling with every push. Your nails dug into his back, leaving faint red trails across his skin as heat pooled low in your belly. It built fast, the wildfire of pleasure licking up your spine, stealing your breath until you were trembling around him, hips bucking helplessly as you came with a soft cry muffled against his neck.

He wasn’t far behind, a few more deep, rough thrusts and he was there too, spilling inside you and with a low groan of your name.

For a moment, there was just the two of you, breathless, pressed close, the only sound the pounding of your hearts and the soft hiss of your combined exhales. Slowly, you both started to come down. Clark brushed his lips over your cheek, gentle now, reverent. He set you down carefully, help clean you up with some tissues. Both your hands, helping each other out, trying to smooth out hairs and clothes to make it presentable enough.

You pressed one last kiss to the corner of his mouth, still tasting the sweetness of him on your tongue, “You should probably head up first, I’ll follow in a minute.”

He nodded, leaning in for one last slow kiss, his thumb sweeping across your bottom lip like he couldn’t quite let you go yet.

“Okay,” he murmured when he finally broke the kiss, his breath still mingling with yours, “I’ll see you upstairs, baby.”

That was how Clark came back first, just in time to avoid Jimmy getting too suspicious. He was standing casually by the article wall, pointing at a headline pinned crookedly on the board.

“Yeah, that needs to be corrected, right?” he said, his voice so calm you’d think he hadn’t just snuck out with you for twenty reckless minutes behind the archives.

“Huh?” Jimmy narrowed his eyes but shrugged, “Well, okay, I suppose you’re right,” he dragged out the word like he knew something was off but couldn’t quite put his finger on it yet.

A few minutes later, you slipped back in through the side door, trying to look busy and important with a stack of files clutched to your chest. You prayed you didn’t look too flushed. Jimmy turned from Clark to you, then back to Clark, eyes squinting, brain whirring.

Then you saw it, the exact moment it all clicked.

Jimmy pointed an accusing finger between the two of you, his face twisting in mock disgust. “Okay, gross. Seriously? You two are supposed to be helping me finish this article?”

Clark blinked, playing dumb, “What are you talking about?”

Jimmy threw his hands up, “Oh please, Clark, your fly is literally not zipped. And you,” he jabbed a finger at you, “young lady, one of your buttons is in the wrong place.”

Your mouth dropped open. You glanced down, sure enough, your blouse was lopsided and gaping slightly at the top. Clark looked down too, then back at Jimmy, cheeks going pink behind his glasses.

You muttered, “Oh my god.”

Jimmy just shook his head, grabbing his coffee mug with exaggerated annoyance, “You two are unbelievable.”

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Between Headlines

David Corenswet! Superman x Journalist! Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, little bit of angst but with happy ending, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~1K

A/N: Phew 😮‍💨 This one is a little long. I got inspired by the mike and rachel scene at Suits and this is the result. I am currently trying to write something with a bit of smut, wish me luck 🤞🏻. Anyway, Happy Reading ❤️

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Clark was nervous. You were nervous too — both of you pretending not to be, laughing too loud, fidgeting with the sleeves of your nice clothes as you sat across from each other in a tiny italian restaurant that smelled faintly of cheese and raviolis. He’d finally asked you out — a real date, finally decent meal instead of the lukewarm stuff you both had out of Chinese takeout containers during late nights at the Daily Planet.

It went well. More than well. You looked amazing, he told you so. You told it was nice seeing him outside the building, his cheeks pink behind his glasses, and fingers drumming nervously against your plate every time you caught him staring. You laughed more than you had in weeks. He did too, really laughed, eyes crinkling, shoulders relaxing, and the weight he always carried seeming to lift for a while.

When he walked you home, he didn’t want the night to end. The street was quiet, the city humming in the distance, and under the yellow glow of the old streetlamp, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

You stopped at your doorstep, turning to face him. He looked down at you, shifting from one foot to the other, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

“Well… this is me,” you said, a little breathless, hugging your coat tighter around yourself though you weren’t cold at all.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, uhmm… thank you for tonight.”

You laughed softly. “You’re thanking me? Clark, you’re the one who suggested we should get a real meal instead of the usual stale newsroom sludge.”

“You’re right, “ He grinned, eyes warm behind his glasses. “Yeah, well… I had a great night. With you, Y/n.”

You felt something flip in your chest. Before you could overthink it, you leaned in, aiming for his cheek, a small thank you, just a soft goodbye. But when your lips brushed his skin, you lingered. His hand came up, hovering at your waist like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you. You pulled back just a little, just enough to meet his eyes.

And then you both moved at the same time, your nose bumped his, your breath mixing with his. Your lips were just a whisper away. His eyes fluttered shut. Yours did too.

Then, unexpectedly he pulled back, barely an inch but it felt like a mile. His forehead rested against yours, his breath unsteady.

“I can’t, we shouldn’t, it’s wrong of me,” he murmured, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it, “It wouldn’t be fair.”

Your heart sank, the cold seeping in all at once as he stepped back, his hands dropping to his sides. You opened your mouth to ask why — but the words stuck somewhere behind your ribs.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I’ll see you on Monday at the office, yeah?,” he said, voice hoarse, and he just walked away.

Little did you know, he couldn’t get much sleep during the weekend. He hated how he made you feel. He tossed and turned until sunrise, staring at the ceiling like it might have the answers. His fingers kept hovering over your number, debating whether to call your or not. Perhaps he should explain everything, but he couldn’t bring himself to. It just wouldn’t be fair to you.

Then Monday came, everyone could tell something was off. Jimmy kept throwing you both sideways glances. Lois finally cornered you by the copier.

“Why aren’t you and Smallville existing like usual?” she asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You just shrugged, “We’re fine, Lois. Just having overwhelming Mondays.”

Clark, at his desk, gave the same answer when Jimmy asked him.

He just shrugged, “We’re fine, Jimmy. Just don’t have topics to discuss right now. It’s not like we have to talk all the time to each other.”

Both lies. Clear as day.

“But…you guys always have some topic to talk about, “ Jimmy sighed, he hated seeing this, the idea of his two best friends just not talking to each other.

It all came to a head when Perry, fed up with the weird tension, sent you both down to dig up old files in the dusty archives room. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you worked in silence, digging through old articles for Perry’s request, until you couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“Was I reading it wrong?” you blurted, spinning to face him, frustration bleeding through your voice, “Was it me? I thought we had a great time.”

“Y/n, what are you talking about? It was great,” Clark looked startled, his eyes wide and soft behind his glasses, “Believe me, I had a great time with you. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I went to dinner with someone and the conversation didn’t feel like a job interview or someone who was too eager to get into my pants.”

“I thought we shared a moment,” Your voice cracked, “But, I suppose I was wrong. ”

“We did Y/n, we had a moment,” He ran a hand through his hair, glasses slipping down his nose. “It’s not that simple, Y/n. I can’t— You didn’t know, how— I…”

“It’s fine,” Your laugh came out sharp and hurt, “I don’t need to know why. Just don’t—” Your eyes stung as the words tumbled out. “Just don’t be so nice to me and make me open up to you, share mutual interests with me, don’t keep me company during late nights at my desk trying to perfect every sentence for any upcoming article. Don’t look at me in any way. Don’t take me out for raviolis at nice Italian restaurants. Don’t give me all those butterflies if you’re just going to walk away that easy and pretend it’s nothing.”

You turned to leave but his hand shot out, warm fingers wrapping gently around your wrist.

“Y/n—” His voice broke. Then, under his breath, like he was swearing at himself more than you — “Fuck it.”

He pulled you back and kissed you. It was messy and desperate, your back pressed against the old metal cabinets, his hands cradling your face like he was afraid you’ll change your mind if he let go. You tasted coffee and regret but also something sweeter you’d both been holding back for far too long.

When you pulled apart, breathless, his forehead rested against yours, his glasses crooked.

“I’m Superman, Okay? It’s me,” he whispered, voice raw, “I can’t give you what you want, Y/n, we shouldn’t. I can’t be your normal lover. I want nothing more than to protect you from the danger of it all. If something happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

You blinked at him, the pieces falling into place all at once — but instead of stepping back, you stayed right there, heart pounding against his chest.

You cupped his face, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones, and said, soft but certain, “I don’t care, Clark.”

“You should,” he murmured, searching your face like he was bracing for you to run. “It’s not… safe. Being with me. I can’t ask you to do that for me.”

“I’m serious Clark. I’m with you. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

A small, disbelieving smile was formed, a shy one, like he couldn’t believe you were saying all that. He couldn’t help but happily kissed you again — deeper now, slower, it was like a promise sealed between stacks of forgotten papers. And as he kissed you, Clark vowed to himself — if he was going to bring you into his world, then he would do everything in his power, every single day, to keep you safe.

Later, when you and Clark finally reemerged — hair tousled, cheeks flushed, fingers intertwined — Lois and Jimmy looked up from their desks. They didn’t say a word at first. They just glanced at each other, then lifted their coffee mugs.

“About damn time,” Lois said, smirking.

“Yup,” Jimmy agreed, clinking his mug against hers as Clark’s fingers squeezed yours tight.

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Right at Your Doorstep

David Corenswet! Superman x Journalist! Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~750

A/N: Couldn’t sleep, so wrote this instead 🤓

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The knock at your door is so soft you almost don’t hear it — three desperate taps that make your heart leap into your throat. It’s 2:00 AM, the city outside hums with distant traffic and flickering neon, but inside, it’s silent except for the pounding in your chest when you open the door.

Clark is there, bracing himself against the doorframe, his Superman suit dark with blood that looks too red under your hallway light. His eyes find yours — wide, tired, hurting — and he tries for that gentle, “Hey, Y/n,” the boyish smile on display, usually that makes you feel safe. But then he suddenly slips when his knees buckle.

“Clark!” you gasp, catching his arm just in time.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” he breathes out, voice raw. He tries to steady himself, one hand gripping the doorframe, “I just… need a place to sit down and wait for the sunrise.”

“You’re not just sitting down,” you say, slinging his arm over your shoulder and half-carrying him inside before any curious neighbor sees.

You ease him onto the couch and step back, eyes tracing the torn suit, his hand pressed tight over something. You push his hand away, your breath catching when you see the gash just below his collarbone.

“Oh, Clark…”

You still can’t believe it sometimes — Clark Kent, your Daily Planet coworker and nerdy friend, the guy you explained how to do some TikTok dance moves, the guy that you share terrible vending machine coffee with at 2 AM while you both chased half-baked leads — is Superman. You’d found out couple of months ago, stumbling into him changing behind an old fire escape after you chased down a story. One second you were yelling his name, the next he turned and you saw the cape and the glasses in the same hand, and your world hasn’t been the same since.

Now he bleeds on your couch while you rummage through your cabinet for peroxide and bandages.

“I’ll be fine—” he tries.

“Nonsense,” you snap, kneeling in front of him, “I am cleaning that wound.”

“You don’t have to, please,” he says, wincing as you tug at the collar of his suit, “I’ll be fine.”

“What are you, crazy? I’m not gonna let you bleed out waiting for the sun,” you say.

He sighs, resigned, letting you peel the suit down from his shoulders, slow and careful until the blue and red pool around his waist. The symbol vanishes under your hands, leaving warm skin, muscle, and the red slice across his chest. You force your eyes to stay on the wound — not the strong lines of him that make your cheeks burn.

“Don’t move,” you murmur, pressing your palm flat on his chest to brace him as you soak a cloth in antiseptic.

“I’ll try,” he whispers, mouth twitching into the ghost of a grin.

“This might stink,” you warn as you dab the cloth to the wound and he flinches so hard his hand flies up, grabbing yours where it rests on him. His skin is hot, his pulse thrumming under your palm.

“Clark—”

“Sorry,” he breathes out, holding your hand tight instinctively, “Just didn’t expect it to sting that much.”

“Sorry, I just—“ Your eyes lift to his. You’re so close your noses nearly bump. His thumb brushes your knuckles. The air shifts — heavy, warm — and then he leans in. His lips brush yours, tentative at first, tasting like a question you’ve both been asking in every quiet look and half-smile since that night you found out. He pulls back just a breath, eyes searching yours — and when you don’t move away, he leans to you again.

The taste of his lips makes you forget everything. His free hand slides to your jaw, fingers warm as they tip your face up. You sink into him, your hand sliding to his shoulder, the heat of him sinking into your skin.

You pull back, slightly breathless, lips slick and cheeks flushed,” Clark… I.”

His forehead still presses to yours, his voice low before he kisses you again — slower, deeper, like he’s afraid to let you drift away. His hand slips around your waist, fingers pressing just enough to feel your pulse race under his thumb.

When you finally break apart, your noses brush, your breaths mingling. He studies you, thumb tracing your cheek like he’s memorizing you, “Can’t say I haven’t been thinking about doing that,” he whispers, voice softer than the night around you.

You smile, still trying to process, lips ghosting over his again, heart still pounding, “I’m glad you did it.”

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Home Is You (and Krypto too)

David Corenswet! Superman x Female Reader

Warning ⚠️: Purely fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word Count:~800

A/N: Got a few ideas in the works. Thank you so much for all the love on the first post — I honestly can’t thank you enough. It’s really giving me the motivation to write more 😭

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“So that’s the dog?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Yup.”

You really didn’t think twice as you immediately drop to one knee and scratch behind his ear. The fluffy white ball of fur wiggles with delight, his tail wagging happily. Within seconds, he flops onto his back, paws in the air, demanding belly rubs like you’ve been best friends forever.

“Kyrpto, man, come on,” Clark groans, shaking his head in disbelief, “You just met her and you’re already asking for belly rubs?”

You giggle, your fingers disappearing into Kyrpto’s soft fur, scratching his belly until he closes his eyes in bliss.

Then there was one evening, when Clark comes back from the journalist world, you’re already there, barefoot in his kitchen, wearing one of his old t-shirts, your hair twisted up out of your face as you stir something. Krypto sits right at your feet, tail curled around his paws, watching you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, which, if his wagging tail is any clue, you probably are.

You hear the soft sound of Clark’s keys dropping into the dish by the door, then his warm laugh behind you, “You’re spoiling him rotten, you know that?”

You glance over your shoulder, your smile lazy and smug at once, “He’s helping me cook,” you say sweetly, leaning down to slip a carrot into Krypto’s mouth. He crunches it down like it’s the best treat in the world.

“He doesn’t do that with me,” Clark teases, stepping up behind you, slipping his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“That’s because you don’t bribe him with treats,” you shoot back, giggling when Krypto noses your ankle, clearly asking for more.

“He doesn’t even do tricks for me,” Clark grumbles, his voice warm against your ear.

You turn your head, brushing your nose against his, “Maybe you just don’t ask nicely.” Then you lean down, your voice soft and sweet, “Krypto, spin!”

Like magic, Krypto immediately does a perfect little twirl right there on the kitchen tile, then sits down expectantly, tail sweeping the floor. You slip him another piece of carrot and look back at Clark with your best triumphant grin.

“Unbelievable,” your boyfriend mutters, but you can feel his smile pressed into your shoulder.

Later, you’re back on the couch, dinner plates abandoned in the sink. Krypto is curled up right beside you as you stroke his fur with one hand and sip your tea with the other. The dog wiggles happily, tongue lolling out, obviously already in love with you and just so content to be there. You giggle and scratch behind his ear, smiling down at him.

“Oh, cutie, you’re the sweetest Kryptonian ever, aren’t you?”

You hear Clark scoff beside you, “Excuse me? He’s the sweetest Kryptonian?”

You lift your head, your smile playful, lips curling at the corners, “Are you jealous?”

He sets his mug down, leaning in so close you can see every fleck of gold in his eyes, “Absolutely,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, “He gets your veggies, your undivided attention, all your sweet talk. What do I get?”

You pretend to think, tapping your chin with your free hand, but your heart’s already fluttering, “Mmm… I guess you get this,” you whisper, and before he can say anything back, you slide your hand up his neck and pull him into a kiss.

It starts slow, a warm press of lips that sends a soft shiver down your spine. Then his hands slide into your hair, gentle but hungry, deepening the kiss. You can taste the sweetness of it on his lips when you sigh into him, your fingertips curling in his shirt, tugging him closer until there’s not a single inch left between you.

When you finally pull back, breathless and giggling, you whisper against his lips, “You’re the only Kryptonian I love. Promise.”

His laugh is soft and sweet, brushing your mouth like another kiss, “Good to know.”

Before you can say anything back, he kisses you again, deeper this time, your heart beating so hard you think Krypto can probably hear it. The dog lets out a sleepy, contented sigh and noses closer, his tail thumping gently against your hip as if to remind you he’s not going anywhere either.

You both pull away just long enough to laugh, your foreheads pressed together, his thumb brushing lazy circles against your cheek. Then you settle back into the couch, your legs tangled with his.

Outside, the city hums quietly beneath the rain, streetlights casting soft halos on wet pavement. Inside, the TV, the movie flickers on, filling the room with a gentle glow. Krypto snores softly beside you, his paws twitching in some dream you hope is sweet. Your head rests on Clark’s shoulder, his hand warm and steady on your waist, his thumb still tracing soft patterns. In that small, golden moment, with the world still spinning outside, there’s nowhere he’d rather be than right here, with you and Krypto.

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