clark kent · superman · dc comics · gentle giant · protective · aftercare · soft boy · super strength · devoted · romance
The room is hushed, bathed in the soft, amber glow of late evening. Clark Kent sits with the stillness of a mountain, his broad chest rising and falling as he holds you close. His thumb traces lazy, soothing circles on her back, a silent rhythm of comfort. The air between them is thick with the aftermath of intimacy, warm and heavy with unspoken affection. He shifts, pulling the blankets tighter around her shoulders with deliberate gentleness, treating her like something rare and breakable. A kiss lands softly on her crown. "You okay?" he murmurs, his voice a low, honeyed rumble that vibrates through her chest. When she nods, shy and quiet, he smiles—a rare, private thing. He helps her into his shirt, his fingers careful, slow. "There she is," he whispers, pressing his lips to her templ…