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Warnings: canon divergent, FAA spoilers, mentions of kiri being in love with Spider, Lo'ak is a lil bastard, reader is well mannered and straightforward (maybe a lil too much), readers stands up for spider.
Two-shot, final part coming soon <3 lmk what you think! follows, likes, reposts and comments always cheer me up !!
Spider sees himself as an afterthought. Someone who can be discarded easily.
He doesn't blame anyone for letting him believe such atrocities, but he keeps their actions and words close to the heart.
The Sully showed him how fast they could ditch him, the RDA just wants him for his biology and the na'vi hardly accept him.
His body still trembles at the thought of Neytiri nearly piercing his heart and it feels like a betrayal how fast they were ready to drop him to the Tlalim clan.
He has a bitter taste in his tongue when he remembers Jake holding a knife to his neck and the countless tests ran by the RDA.
Again, he doesn't hold any grudges, he understand. He cares.
He just needs unconditional love and someone who approves of him for who he is.
Despite the deep hatred he has for Quaritch, Spider knows how he would tear Pandora down for him and (maybe) admist the chaos he appreciates it.
At the same time he can't possibly betray the family that raised and cared for him. Especially his childhood friends, they were as innocent as him in this whole ordeal.
Everything changed when you acidentally fell in his life. Quite literally.
Another human, same age, barely different story.
The difference was how you grew up with the friendly scientists and never went out, until some weeks ago.
And that's how you flung yourself in his life.
You had to run an errand extremely close to the Ometicaya clan, you weren't very keen on doing it, but the scientists forced you to.
The Olo'yektan and Tsahik were informed and it was no problem on their side.
You were walking around, very aware of your surroundings and scared of every little sound.
A knife in your hand and a prayer in the other. The scientists said you were in safe grounds and taking any metal weapons was not ideal.
A sigh escapes your lips and you flinch when you acidentally step on a branch.
The day goes accordingly and slowly you adapt. Feeling more confident you start skipping around, small sounds no longer frighten you and the knife hangs loose from your bag.
Until you acidentally run too fast, step too close to the edge and start falling.
Your scream echos in the forest while you fall. Tears gather in your eyes and you believe this is the end of your (perhaps) miserable life, but you feel arms wrap around your body and a soft amused boy going "woah, woah girl"
You grip whoever caught you and bury yourself in his arms. Fuck etiquette you nearly fell to your death.
Slowly you open your eyes and see it's another human, very handsome too. Dressed in na'vi.. hmm.. well whatever.
"Thank you" your cheeks are red, a grin finds your face and you keep holding on this unknown boy.
Many months go by and you slowly creep your way inside his life.
At first you meant reeeeally well, you owed him your life afterall, but then your heart took control.
He was so perfect, handsome, kind, he could even breath without a mask, he knew how to move around, talk fluent na'vi and everything in the book.
He was everything and so much more, but he didn't seem to notice.
The people around him cared, you weren't hypocrit enough to say they didn't, but a feeling of him not belonging always lingered in the na'vi's eyes, even scientists.
You didn't blame them. Humans ruined everything, but Spider was just 16, like you. You don't mean any harm and you're sure he means even less harm. For obvious reasons.
Spider starts seeking you out after growing close to you and also because he was able to confide.
Similiar yet different, but enough to understand the deep rooted pain in his chest.
He didn't belong.
That's what he whispered to you one night. Your arms leaning against his chest, one leg on top of his and rhythmic breathing.
"But you do" your words are not arrogant, nor fierce, but a quiet truth that helps mending his broken 'cup'.
You two spend the whole night chatting, humming, confessing ugly truths and heavy lies.
You stare at the beautiful sky, his eyes closed, his hands around your body, but the moment ends when your mask starts beeping and the world doesn't slow down twice.
You part ways with an hug and a smile.
It doesn't mean anything, he tells himself.
The conversations, the hugs, the whispers under the endless stars and Eywa.
Spider lies again when Kiri asks.
"Just friends" both know the truth, none press further.
It's unsettling the way his breath catches when your eyes scan the room to find him.
It's maddening how he believes he's worth nothing when he's everything to you.
It's groundbreaking how your steps never falter to jump on him.
It's fulfilling how his arms always wrap around your waist to catch you.
Deep down Kiri knows the truth. The Great Mother showed Spider's path, but she selfishly, for once, took something not meant for her.
His first kiss, Kiri allowed herself to believe the message wasn't real, but lies don't last forever. Especially those whose truth was laid before your eyes.
Yet, even after acknowledging the fact, she still chose to clings a bit longer to the boy she fell for.
The Sullys aren't stupid. They notice. They see. They act.
Spider is more joyful, always hanging around this new human girl.
Kiri is more.. quiet? In a way. Reserved. Always glancing at the two humans with longing hetched in her bones.
Neytiri simply comforts her daughter, Jake tries to distract his baby girl, Tuk plays more with her older sister and Lo'ak... he does his best to separate you and Spider.
It's petty, childish and stupid, he knows, but he can't see Kiri in such state. It's not fair. She saved him and Spider. Both at the brink of death. She deserves whatever she wants.
At first you didn't notice, nor did Spider.
Lo'ak needs him at the hunting grounds (he usually shooes everyone away).
Tuk whines about wanting to play only with Kiri and Spider (she always include new people).
Neytiri looks away (perhaps not wanting to see her daughter sad a minute longer)
And Jake was too busy to notice, or he would obviously stop them (would he?)
It was subtle at first, Spider didn't mind spending more time with his favorite people and you weren't selfish enough to whine about it.
Yet, the pattern showed and you unshockingly brought it up at a family's dinner.
A sigh leaves your lips, invited for dinner only to watch Spider and Kiri act intimate, because for some reason Lo'ak wanted to be forcibly seated to his side and Tuk to Kiri's.
"Well.." you mutter awkwardly
They all glance at you.
"I don't mean to be too blunt, or uhm, rude I guess, but this whole charade has to end"
Spider mouth opens and closes. You two talked about this. He won't stop you, he knows you mean well and his family has to understand.
"I love Spider." Your first words are clear, piercing like an arrow straight to the heart.
They all fall silent and Spider cheeks go pink from the admission. It was obvious, but you two never said it out loud.
You take a breath and keep talking.
"Lo'ak always calling for him when we have dates won't stop my heart from beating for him, nor when little Tuk shooes me away to let Kiri and Spider play with her, or when Neytiri daughter of Mo'at looks away to her children antics, or when"
Your eyes scan the room for a second, sensing the tension, you see how Toruk Makto is side eyeing you for talking about his mate in such way, but he doesn't stop you.
"Or when Toruk Makto glances and feigns misinterpretation of the situation"
His lips pursue and Neytiri slightly hisses when you talk about her mate, but you weren't lying. You bare the childish truth in a sliver platter and her mouth reluctantly shuts.
"And this whole dinner.. invited me for what? To witness Kiri and Spider act intimate? I see how close and knitted together this family is and I don't blame anyone, but this is getting annoying quickly"
No one speaks up, silence fills any remaining gaps.
Your words were honest, not unkind, but clearly over their bullshit.
"From what I gathered Kiri has feelings for Spider. If that's the truth, then be loud about it, ask, talk, clear whatever you have going on, because I won't leave Spider unless he asks me to."
You look at Kiri in the eyes.
Your stare isn't mean, mad, angry or jealous, you're giving her a chance to prove herself to the boy she loves.
"He has been an afterthought for so long, he has been waiting his whole life for someone to makes him feel seen and real, not whatever you adults, na'vi, RDA, friends or scientists do!"
You get up with a deep sigh, you were done with this nonsense.
"Thank you for having me tonight, but I'll take my leave. I can't possibly eat at the table with people who should care, love and be honest with such a sweet boy like Spider, be so spiteful and arrogant"
After that dinner's night you avoided the hometree of the Omaticaya, it's not like you had any reason to go there anyway.
You highkey weren't in the mood to deal with their petty behaviors and if Spider wanted to talk, he could walk to where you were stationed.
Superman said, βall immigrants are people and deserve respect and love they arenβt aliens they are humans and the people who disagree should dieβ and supergirl said, βA womenβs purity shouldnβt be defined by the man who has caused them harm and the exploitation of young women is disgusting and the men who do such things should dieβ and they are right
A/N: first time writing for Clark, kinda nervousβ¦β¦. wonβt be the last though π this was really fun and made me want to write him getting rage baited lol (while in heat maybeβ¦β¦β¦ (WHO SAID THATβ¦.))Β
let me know what you think!!Β
tags: clark kent x afab reader (no y/n), p w mild plot, clark luvs boobies propaganda, p in v, use of x-ray vision, PINCERSβ¦β¦.. (iykyk), finish inside, praise, talks you through it, overstimulation, clark being a cutie patootie
Heβd been out all night. Evacuating an apartment building from a fire, preventing a gas leak, helping an old lady cross the road, saving a cat from a tree. And now he had to write an article. About himself.Β
No matter how hard he tried to pretend he was focused on the task at hand, his eyes kept drifting up to the woman in the kitchen. The scent of brownies wafting through their entire apartment as she pulled them out of the oven.Β
βAre you done, Clark?β She peers over her shoulder when she catches him looking for the fifth time.Β
βNo.β He grumbles, running a hand over his face.Β
βYou know you donβt have to finish the whole thing tonight, right?β She walks up to where heβs sitting on the couch, hand resting on her hip, βYouβve been up for two days, itβll probably help your writing too if you give your brain a rest.βΒ
βYou know I donβt need to sleeββ
He stops abruptly when she raises her brows at him, reminders of his last run of all-nighters flooding back. Heβd developed a strange flu that took months to leave his body entirely, which was terrifying for both of them given that his DNA could fight off most everything.Β
βLet me give it a go for ten more minutes, then Iβll put it away.βΒ
βFine.β She shrugs, checking the time before settling down next to him with a book.Β
The ten minutes go by with him huffing and puffing. Typing a sentence before deleting the whole thing in frustration. Pulling up the pictures Jimmy had taken for inspiration before quitting those tabs in abashment. Opening and closing Dictionary.com in hopes for a sudden revelation.Β
Eventually, he feels her move next to him, shuffling to close the gap between them. She waits a minute before yawning and casually resting her head on his shoulder. His fingers briefly pause over the keyboard before he continues writing another redundant sentence.Β
He groans pinching the bridge of his nose, unaware of the way her hand moves to rest on his knee. She squeezes it gently in an act of support, but her intentions arenβt as pure. Turning her head slightly to place soft kisses along the curve of his neck, her hand drifts to his thigh.Β
βItβs hard, huh?β She mumbles innocently, the insinuation sending heat straight to his core.
βSweetheartβ¦β he starts warily, voice shaky, βWhat are you doing?βΒ
βHm?β She smiles against his skin, hand continuing to trail up his leg, βNothing.β
βWell,β His breath hitches as her fingers near his groin, βThis is clearly not βnothingβ.βΒ
βItβs been ten minutes.β
βYes, I know, butββ
βHave you made any progress?βΒ
His lips seal shut.Β
βYou can keep working if you really want to,β she murmurs into the crook of his neck, βBut if you want me to stop, I need you to tell me.βΒ
A beat passes. His hands are on her in a flurry of motion. Grip firm on her hips as he picks her up, legs wrapping around his waist.
His lips immediately attach to hers, one hand moving to tangle in her hair as he tries to pull her impossibly closer.Β
βDonβt even think about it,β he pants, βThe darn article can wait.βΒ
Blindly walking them to the bedroom, he lays her down carefully, never losing contact. His arms settle on either side of her head, sighing contentedly when her lips part to allow him entrance.Β
Her hands move to his t-shirt, tugging at the fabric to pull him closer. She whimpers as he drops the slightest amount of body weight on her, hips rolling up to meet his. He groans at the contact, his forehead falling to hers.Β
The heated look in her eyes calms him somehow. Even after his late nights, other-worldly quirks, and the list of baggage he finds to be at fault within himself β she still wants him.Β
He closes the gap to kiss her again. This time with more leisure, trying to memorise every crease of her lips.Β
βMissed you,β he murmurs into the kiss, βSo much.βΒ
Theyβve seen each other every day, but she doesnβt question or call him out on it. She knows what he means.Β
Her fingers carefully card through his hair, entangling in the curls. The article, the brownies, any responsibilities long forgotten.Β
Hands slipping under her dress, he carefully brings it over her head, not wanting to add to the list of clothing sheβs lost due to his eagerness. Relief floods his body once sheβs bare under him, like it always does.Β
He immediately leans down to place soft kisses all over her hips and stomach. Looking up at her when his fingers tentatively approach her bra, βMay I?β
Before he can process any response, sheβs reaching back herself, unclipping it and tossing it haphazardly. He laughs lightly, immediately leaning down to pepper soft kisses all over her chest. βMissed these too,β his voice muffled against her skin.Β
She gasps when his lips wrap around her nipple, soothing it over with his tongue. He takes his time, his hand gently massaging her other breast before swapping over.Β
βClark,β she whines.Β
βMm?β He hums passively, entirely enamoured with his current duty.Β
βNeed you.βΒ
He chuckles, switching sides again, βIβm right here.βΒ
βAll of you.βΒ
βOh,β he stills, βRight. Yes.βΒ
Scrambling to his knees, his thumbs hook into her panties to pull them down. He settles between her legs, but before he can level his mouth to her core she gently tugs at his hair.Β
His brows furrow in confusion as he pulls back, βI thought youββ
She shakes her head, fingers slipping under the waistband of his plaid pyjama pants, βNot necessary.β
He sits back on his calves, the lines deepening on his forehead, βSweetheart, we canβt just jump right into it.βΒ
Theyβd finally figured out an ideal routine to get her ready for him, after she realised heβd been holding back in fear of hurting her. And this spontaneity was definitely not a part of that routine.Β
βWe can,β she waves him off, βItβs fine.βΒ
βUh, no, I donβt think soββ
βI already handled it,β she blurts out.
βPardon?β His voice hitches up in shock, βWhat do you mean you βalready handled itβ?βΒ
Her cheeks flare up at having to spell it out for him, muttering out as quickly as possible, βI mean, I took care of myself before you got home so we couldβ¦ jump right into it.βΒ
His lips part and close as he takes in the new information, the heat in his groin spreading throughout his body. Eyes softening when he studies her face, he leans down to kiss her forehead, βIβm sorry. Needed me and I made you wait so long. Letβs take care of that.βΒ
Within seconds his clothes are off. Throbbing length in his hand as he hovers over her, eyes flicking up to hers.
Heβs too shy to ask usually, but after the week heβs had, he needs to see it. Needs to see how well she takes him despite all their inherent differences.
Itβs as if she can read his mind as soon as his lips part, speaking up before he can start.
βWhatever you need,β she smiles softly, kissing his arm beside her head.Β
An exasperated groan leaves his lips at her understanding, at how unafraid she is of his anatomy. Leaning down to catch her lips in a bruising kiss, his fingers carefully brush the nape of her neck as he directs his cock to her entrance.Β
He pulls back slightly, hesitating briefly before his eyes flash. The unobstructed view of his tip nudging through her tight walls sends him whimpering, head dropping at the intimate sight.Β
Going entirely still when he hears her heartbeat pick up, he lifts his head to study her face. The discomfort isnβt obvious, but he can read her well enough from the furrow of her brows and the way her grip on his arms tightens.Β
βDoesnβt feel good?β He murmurs, voice strained as he holds back.Β
βOh, no!β She adds quickly when he moves to pull out, βNo, it does, I just donβt think I did a very good job ofβ¦βΒ
βCouldnβt take care of yourself as well as I do, hm?β He smiles cheekily when she narrows her eyes at him. βThatβs okay. We learn from our mistakes,β he nuzzles into the crook of her neck, trailing soft kisses up to her jaw, βAnd next time youβll be more patient and wait until Iβm home. Yes?βΒ
She nods.Β
βWords, sweetheart.β He murmurs as he kisses her.Β
βYes.βΒ
He smiles against her lips, starting to move again at an agonising pace. She laughs as he peppers kisses all over her face to distract her, not stopping until he feels her core draw him in ever so slightly.Β
Eyes flashing when he looks down again, his hips stutter when he sees through her β sees how her walls flutter around him every time he pushes deeper. His eyes are locked onto how she coaxes him in languidly, committing the vision to his memory. Her soft sounds of pleasure loosen his control as he inches further into her, pupils blazing when he watches his thick head finally graze her cervix.Β
βGosh,β he whispers breathlessly, βLook at us.βΒ
His fingers trace the length of him as it breaches through her, eyes lighting up as he angles himself perfectly to press against her G-spot. She cries out a moan, back arching as she tries to take him impossibly deeper.Β
βWish you could see this too,β voice trembling in awe, regardless of how many times sheβs let him use his powers during sex. βTaking me so beautifully,β he struggles to tear his eyes away, but heβs rewarded by the look on her face. Lips bitten raw, cheeks flushed, eyes full of adoration.Β
His fingers gently push down on the bulge of his tip in her belly, βFeel that?β
She nods, clenching around him with a whimper, making him hiss at the pressure.Β
βLike you were made just for me,β he smiles softly as he leans down to kiss her.
Humming passively in agreement, her nails imprint crescent moons into his biceps as she tries to pace herself with deep breaths. βJust for you, Clark,β she babbles against his lips, mind in a daze, βAll of you. Feels so good, so full every time.βΒ Β
And though he prides himself on his humility, her words rush straight to his ego β and his cock. Length pulsing inside of her, his eyes frantically search hers for consent before itβs too late. She nods eagerly, fingers twisting into his shirt in hopes that itβll keep him close, βPlease. Donβt even think about depriving me of that.βΒ
He lets out a breathless laugh, hands moving to her waist to ground himself, thumbs gently brushing over her skin to mollify the eventual sting inside her. Grunting as the pincers protract, his eyes flash at her wince, catching how they latch onto her walls.Β
βIβm sorry, Iβm so sorry,β he whines, losing any semblance of control as he watches his cock pump ropes of his release deep inside her.Β
Lips parting in a weak wail, her legs wrap around him to keep him in place. Feeling him at such a depth sends her tumbling through her own orgasm, eyes squeezing shut as she convulses around him.Β
βThank you, love you so much,β he groans breathlessly. Kissing away the tears rolling down her cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure, he whispers against the wet skin, βThatβs it, doing so good for me. So, so perfect.βΒ
The pressure doesnβt let up, and neither does he. Grinding deeper and further every time he pumps into her, his hand moves to her chest. His touch is worshipful, fingers carefully plying at the tissue before tracing her nipples. She struggles to formulate any thoughts, his name leaving her lips in desperate pleas for more.Β
Intent to show her how grateful he is for her generosity, he works her towards another orgasm. He moves slower, harder, his pubic bone abrading her clit at his every maneuver.
βJust a little more,β he pants, his actions relentless, βI know my pretty girl can take it.βΒ
The continuous spurts of his cum and the overstimulation break her in no time, falling back a limp and whimpering mess. His head drops to her chest, entirely spent as she spasms around him.Β
βGeez,β he murmurs, head spinning from the overwhelming pleasure. βNeed to stay like this for a bit, sweetheart. Can I?β He kisses along the curve of her breast as she nods, easing her down from her high. The pincers start to retract once his body recognises his seed has been thoroughly drained into its new home.
As her breathing levels out, he rests his chin on her sternum to look up at her, ββm sorry. Shouldβve given you more time.βΒ
She huffs, fingers carding through his hair, βQuit apologising. Iβm exactly where I want to be.βΒ
He hums contentedly, absentmindedly tracing patterns on her flushed skin, βWell, then, thank you for putting up withβ¦ all of me.β
Lifting her head to look down at him, she raises her brows, βIf this is what βputting upβ with you entails, Iβm signing on for the rest of my life.βΒ
He grins, his length twitching inside her at the promise.
βIf thatβs what my girl wants, thatβs what she gets.βΒ
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Please write about Bruce Wayne whoβs obsessed with his new younger assistant who sucks at her job but he canβt bring himself to fire her.
Obsessed bf!Bruce Wayne x oblivious, younger assistant!reader
Tags/warnings: Minors do not interactα older Bruce Wayne. Age gap intended. Mentions of sex. Explicit description of sex imagined by Bruce (pinv, spanking). No mentions of y/n. No description of reader. (wc: 829)
A/N: This request have been in my inbox for a little while, but today I woke up so inspired i just had to write it. Hope you like it!!
The truth wasβ¦ You fucking sucked at your job. You were clumsy, easily distracted, sometimes a little bitβ¦ dumb, even. And Bruce doesnβt blame you. He really tries to blame you, but he simply cannot bring himself to do so.
He sends you off for coffee, and somehow you manage to both drop the coffee and break down the machine. He asks you to file some paperwork, and everything ends up filed in the wrong section. He makes you send out an email, and you type in the wrong address.
But Bruceβs face lights up βin a minimal way that only he noticesβ when he sees you walk in every morning. With your cute little outfits, your cute little hair, your beautiful smile, and your gorgeous figure. You looked so naive, so full of life. But you were so fucking useless at your job. Sometimes he thought you did it on purpose.
He knows he shouldnβt be looking. But every time you lean in, every time you bend downβ¦ Hell. Not only is he your boss, but youβre also half his age. But boy, doesnβt he enjoy the view?
Alfred only suggested it once. That was it. Bruce was frustrated because you were supposed to cancel a meeting. Of course, you didnβt, and there was now a random guy offering partnership as he tried as politely as possible to kick him out. His eyes were shut tight, as if wanting to bite his own hand off.
βMaster Bruce, perhaps you should let go of-β
βNo,β he cuts him off immediately. He doesnβt let him finish as he lets his fist fall into his desk with a loud thud. βShe stays, she can do it. Sheβs a big girl, yeah?β
Itβs not that you were deliberately bad at your job, you justβ¦ You didnβt care much, right? Maybe he could teach you some discipline.
Alfred didnβt dare to mention the possibility of firing you again. He knew what the answer was going to be. No. Bruce was completely taken by you. The only time he had been this obsessed wasβ¦ well, when Poison Ivy poisoned him with toxins that made him infatuated with her. He even considered maybe you hadβ¦
But no. He was sure that Bruce did this on his own. So he never brings himself to suggest anything as reckless as that again. Truth was, Bruce loved how precious you were. It was as if you enchanted him. He would stare a little too much, smile a little too wide, and be a little too eager for you. Always for you. No one else dares to say anything, even if you keep fucking everything up.
Most of the time, he just wants to bend you over his desk and spank you until you learn a lesson. If he were being honest, anything would have done it. Where to file the paperwork he handed you, to remember what he asked you to do, to bring his coffee as he asks and not two hours later when you remembered he had asked you for coffee on the first place.
He would press his hard chest against your back and grab your hair in his hand. He would quiz you on your duties as his assistant as he fills you completely with his cock, hot and heavy inside you, brushing against your gummy walls, and his full balls would swing against your clit with each thrust. And if you didnβt respond? He would smack you so hard, your ass would get his handprint on.
But of course, he hadnβt done any of that. He hadnβt even come on to you; he didnβt want to get sued. And Bruce Wayne was entirely whipped by you. He loved having you in the office, and he often thought of what he could do to keep having you, but also have a functional assistant that did what he asked for. After all, that was what you were supposed to do.
βMr. Wayne, heβs the coffee you requested,β you say in such a soft voice that he thinks you were brought up by angels. You look beautiful, your eyes gleaming, and you looked almost worried you were going to get fired. You always thought you were going to get fired when he looked at you too serious.
βThank you, hun,β his tone is incredibly soft, all things considered. You nod and walk out of the office. And of course, he stares at your ass shamelessly. He loved seeing how your hips swayed like a gazelle when you walked and how you seemed both so sexy and cute when you left his office.
He wasnβt getting rid of you anytime soon. Alsoβ¦ No, he would never fire you. Maybe get a second assistant to help you outβ¦ but no. He would keep you right where his eyes can see you.
The sharp crack of the cue ball echoes through the quiet billiard room.
Bruce watches another striped ball disappear into the corner pocket before calmly straightening to his full height.
βYour turn.β
You twirl your cue between your fingers, a smile tugging at your lips. βYou sound awfully confident.β
βI have reason to be.β
βHm.β
You stroll around the table until you find the perfect angle, deliberately taking your time. You bend over the felt, lining up your shot with exaggerated concentration.
You donβt miss the way the room falls quiet. Without looking up, your smile widens.
βYou know,β You murmur. βstaring is very inappropriate.β
Bruce doesnβt answer. Instead, he folds his arms across his chest. βYou planning on taking the shot?β
βMaybe.β You glance at him over your shoulder, catching his lustful eyes on you before looking back at the table. βOr maybe Iβm just seeing how long I can keep your attention.β
A beat passes before you continue, βIt seems to be working.β
Bruce lets out the quietest huff of amusement. βYou think thatβs whatβs happening?β
You stand, pretending to consider it. βNo? Or is it?β
βNo.β His gaze doesnβt leave yours. Itβs still fixated on you. He slowly steps closer, stopping directly in front of you. βI already had my attention on you.β
For just a second, you forget about the game. Bruce stands dangerously close to you. You feel his hands rest on each side of your hips.
βThatβs not very fair.β You barely whisper.
βNeither are you.β
His one hand now comes up to cup your face, his thumb anchoring your face now. Without wasting another second, his lips collide with yours with urgency of a dam breaking.
A heat flares through your chest, making your pulse hammer, and Bruce feels the blood rush down, causing his cock to grow painfully hard in his pants.
He coaxes your lips apart, the heat of his breath matching the rush of your pulse. The gentle sliding of your tongue against his was intoxicatingly sweet which causes him to let out a soft groan. He pushes you gently against the pool table, and presses himself between your legs.
You grip his collar, pulling him deeper into the kiss while still kissing passionately. His hand releases your face, and instead they slip into your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss any further.
There is a lingering hint of refined espresso that you could taste.
βBruce, please.β You whine as you feel him pressing himself into you.
βI know sweetheart.β He grins because he knows exactly how much you need him.
He releases your hair and starts working on taking off your clothes, leaving you naked. With one sweep of his hand, he clears the table, and gently lays you down.
As if he wasnβt teasing you enough already, you feel the chalked cue stick tracing against the inner side of your exposed thigh.
βPlease.β
βDonβt rush, Love.β
Bruce lets out a deep chuckle before he drops the cue stick on the floor. Setting himself between you legs again, he starts kissing you again. His one hand travels down your body and stops just above the slick heat.
Gently, he slides two of his fingers into your pussy. The touch causes you to gasp against his lips.
βSo wet for me, fuuuuck.β
His fingers move in a slow, and teasing motion. As he finds the sensitive spot, he starts pressing with a little pressure. A soft moan escape from your lips, causing you to be unable to kiss him.
βFuck. Bruce, Iβm close.β You say as you feel the trembling release form in your lower stomach.
βYeah? Already?β He replies, clearly making fun of you. βCum on my fingers then.β
And you do as he says, cumming over his two fingers. As he removes his fingers out of your pussy. You let out a quiet whine at the empty feeling.
βYou want it so bad, donβt you love?β
βFuck yes, Bruce. Just fuck me already.β
βSo bossy.β He chuckles.
He stands straight again, and his fingers are working on removing his belt around his waist. The, he removes his pants alongside his boxers. His big and hard cock springs free, causing you to let out a gasp.
Bruce clearly heard the gasp at which he shakes his head with a smirk on his face. βNothing youβre not used to, baby.β
His rough hands spread your legs further apart, and places himself perfectly in front of your wet pussy.
βTake a deep breath.β He tells you, and you do. As soon as you inhale, you feel his big and veiny cock enter your slick pussy. You let out a wet moan at the feeling.
βFuuuck.β He lets out a gasp as soon as he feels how tight you are around him, even though he stretched you out a few minutes ago.
Bruce stops for a second once he pushed his whole length into your cunt. His hands resting on your hips, and your hands are gently holding his wrists.
As soon as he feels you relax around him a little, he starts moving inside you. He starts picking up the speed after a few grinds, thrusting inside you now. You feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. The feeling makes your spine arch off the pool table.
βYes- oh god, please donβt stop- fuck, just like that.β
You dig your nails into his wrists but it doesnβt bother him. Instead, it only makes him happy. Knowing that he is the reason why youβre a complete mess right now.
βYou feel so hmph- good.β A ragged breath escapes him shortly after.
βCan you feel me hmph- in your stomach, baby?β He asks you, making you release one of his wrists. He takes your hands and presses it gently on your lower stomach, and you do feel his cock move inside your cunt.
But that is not the only thing you feel.
You feel yourself coming closer again, causing you to clench around him. Bruce notices. Of course he does.
βWait baby, hold it in a little bit longer.β
βI need to cum, please.β
βI know, sweetheart. Just a little longer.β
You whimper softly.
Bruce thrusts inside you a few more times before he feels his balls start twitching.
βLet me cum inside you, hm?β
βFuck- Yes, Bruce, yes!β
Bruce lets go completely, and cums inside your pussy. Filling you up with his release, threatening to spill out of you. A breathless gasp leaves your mouth.
You feel the shockwaves of pleasure wash over you, cumming hard enough to push his cock out of you a little.
βThatβs my wife.β He says proudly, kissing your now sweaty forehead.
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Look I don't think Supergirl (2026) is secretly a perfect masterpiece or anything (I personally thought it was like. a 6/10 fun time) but I do think it's wild that Tumblr isn't going crazy for it because this Kara is one coattailed suit away from being a Tumblr sexyman. she is the flawed messy female character people have supposedly been clamouring for. she's the popular archetype of a gruff self-destructive alcoholic middle-aged man begrudgingly having to look after a kid and growing fond of them but genderswapped and also 23. she's allowed to be visibly messy and kind of gross and her hair is constantly all over the place and she literally cries, screams, throws up, and pisses onscreen. she's caustic and mean and puts up an act of carelessness but has a heart of gold. she's heavily traumatised and coping with it terribly. if anything happens to her dog she will kill everyone in this room and then herself. she spends most of the movie in a trench coat and baggy band T-shirt. she gets into bar brawls and breaks a guy's hand. she is Going Through It 24/7 and looks the part. she stabs a guy in the throat. how is everyone else not obsessed with her.
γγHis lips trail down like a river of dulcet kisses filled with the utmost reverence. Then, he grasps your hand gently to raise it to his face β mouth grazing your inner wrist while he glances down to you.
"You are perfect." the mere whisper fans against your skin, sending a comfortable shiver down your spine.
Bruce smiles. The sight of you β so flustered despite the furrowed brows, so embarrassed by his intimacy. He relishes the way your gaze darts away to avoid his stare, enjoys the bottom of teasing you.
"Careful, or else others might think you are worshipping me." you breathe out.
He hums, voice low and rich β "they aren't wrong, my love."
The vibration of his voice right against your wrist makes you shudder β just like him looming over you. Your back is pressed against the soft mattress, amidst the luxurious sheets while having him slotted ideally between your thighs.
He lets his hand settle right beside your head and leans down, covering your skin with bites and smothering your neck with kisses.
"Please let me worship you." his thumb rubs little circles against your waist before sliding down further to your thigh, "it's the only way to love you right."
A shaky yet long exhale leaves your lips.
For him, it's a confirmation.
"Perfectly mine." it sounds like a thinly veiled promise, yet beneath his words β it's a vow, βI love you.β
In the past years, you have learnt that Bruce does not claim. Nothing, no one. Not even the mere thought shall cross his mind, he said himself. He doesn't.
authorβs note β bruce reminds me of a raccoon , unironically bro idek , donβt even ask half of these words flew outta my ass even tho i gotta lock in and study for my chemistry exam βΈβΈ
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(feminist) thoughts on kara and ruthye's back-and-forth on the 'ruination' of spirits, souls, and hearts. ruthye and kara are resting in a room, and unbeknownst to them, the couple downstairs is ready to trade them to traffickers (two girls for one). kara shares her past, telling ruthye that clark, he's not 'like them'--- he's not ruined, not broken or tainted like she is, like how ruthye is. and ruthye's reaction to that is visible; she comes from a place of safety, only recently torn away from her by traffickers that exploit girls and women. she is new to this notion of taintedness, of brokenness. it's hard not to frame that as a metaphor for virginity, in some way: clark is hopeful, he is safe, he is a man. kara and ruthye have both been torn away from something, and with that, something has been torn from them, as young girls.
i love how this theme recurs throughout the film, with ruthye begging kara to let her kill krem: "i'm ruined anyways". and in that moment, kara realises what she's, unknowingly, dropped onto ruthye; the thought that ruthye, in having something (her family, in this case) torn from her without her consent, is forever adulterated, tarnished. the way that when women are sexually assaulted, they are adulterated by society. so kara is quick to fight that, realizing the weight of her words. i think the power in this sort of feminist narrative is kara's understanding that she is unintentionally treating ruthye as she treated herself, and finally seeing the flaws in those self-destructive modes of thought. similar to how all women must unlearn misogyny in order to love ourselves.
in the end, the two of them are not ruined. their bodies have seen pain and violence, and they themselves have enacted pain and violence, but that doesn't mean that either of them are sullied or irredeemable, or have some kind of permanent darkness within them. neither are women who have been assaulted or trafficked. supergirl 2026 discerns these concepts in a gentle but wonderfully nuanced way, and i absolutely adored it.
summary: Bruce Wayne doesn't say 'I love you' after a fight and regrets it.
pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader
tags and warnings: description of car accidents, blood, ambulance, also Bruce pulls out his IV drip (don't do that irl pls), maybe inaccuracies, Bruce Wayne cries, maybe OOC, also sleepy af so there might be mistakes
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Life is fragile.
No one knows that more than Bruce Wayne.
And so he absolutely does everything he can β from contingency plans with their own contingency plans β Bruce Wayne does everything a man can possibly do.
But life is fragile.
You and Bruce had a fight last night. It was not all that uncommon in your marriage of ten years, but this was different. It had ended with you sleeping in the guest bedroom.
The truth was, both of you hadn't slept that night.
You knew things would be different the next morning β you missed the early morning cuddles, the way Bruce looked peaceful with his eyes closed and hair all around the place, the way his hand was firm around your hips even while he was asleep.
There was one practice the both of you had been following since your time dating β never to skip breakfast. It was simple, the first meal of the day was to be eaten together at the table. The ritual came about as the result of both your professions β Bruce having to be at Wayne Enterprises and you at your own business β there was only really so much time you could spend in the presence of each other.
The ritual was disrupted today.
Bruce had left without sparing you a single glance, only a comment to Alfred about having breakfast at the company's cafeteria. The mahogany doors slam shut with a sharp bang β just as sharp as the icicle pricking your heart.
Usually, the ritual ended with him murmuring the three sacred words along with a kiss to your forehead.
But today was different.
You take a deep breath, swallowing the brick scratching at your throat. Tears pool along your water line, threatening to breach your eyelid even as you tip your head upward, gazing at the glinting chandelier. But they slide past your eyelids regardless, then against your cheek, and fall onto the stack of honey-glazed pancakes on the porcelain plate.
The manor was silent like it was holding its breath. Alfred stood at the corner, posture straight, but you could feel his gaze on you. Placing the cutlery back with a slight clack against the napkin, the wooden chair scratches against the marble floors as you stand up. You shook your head, a small curve on your lips, but you were fooling no one, let alone Alfred.
"Thanks, Alfred, I'm running a little late or else I would've finished it." Even before the words resound in the almost empty room, you scramble towards the staircase, voice cracking as you bring your palm to your mouth.
Alfred sighs, watching your hunched figure, racked with suppressed sobs, disappear into the distant hallways.
The expensive nappa leather of the passenger seat seems to itch at his suit clad skin as his body leans forwards, gripping under his seats with his knuckles white. It was almost like everything around him was trying to remind him of what he had done in the past hour. Sinking back again into the cushion, his phone lights up with a notification from his assistant, but all he could see was the wallpaper.
A photo of both of you at the wedding.
You were laughing at something he had said with your head tipped back, eyes crinkled into crescent moons, all while Bruce was just gazing at you, a small smile on his lips. It had been his favorite photo from all of the wedding ceremonies and almost served as a reminder β a reminder to uphold his promise of keeping you always happy with that same smile he fell in love with.
But today he hadn't.
Today, he had broken your heart.
Bruce sighs, pinching his nose before he decides he needs to turn back. He needs to go back to the Wayne Manor. To his home. To your arms.
" Please turn around towards β" Just as the words slip from his mouth, everything changes.
See, Bruce has a contingency plan for everything. Something he made sure to have after witnessing his parents being killed, the spiral of his best friend β Harvey Dent, Jason's death and many more incidents during his lifetime. He is well prepared for most of life's obstacles, but after years of being Batman, a small, fragile confidence develops, nestled into the crook of his mind, that one often forgets life is as unpredictable as it is predictable.
One moment, Bruce's fingers are wrapped around the rectangular electronic device gleaming against the black material of the seats. The next moment, he is up in the air, his head lolled back as it hits against the roof of the car.
It happens just as fast as it happens slowly because all Bruce Wayne could think of was you.
You β the light of his life, the sun to his moon, the rainbow amongst dark clouds β You.
The mind is a very powerful thing.
Though physically in the following seconds he finds himself squished against the passenger door, Bruce couldn't feel the pain. Because the past decade of his life flashes through his eyes β from the moment he saw you at the Gala, dressed in a dark blue satin gown and that gorgeous smile on his face, to the moment he asked you out a few months later, to nights spent under cotton duvets and tangled legs to eating breakfast together everyday to the day he wed the love of his life to yesterday when he had ignored you to a couple of hours back when he did not say the three words he wished he did β before turning to an endless abyss.
Bruce Wayne wakes up on a bed β no, something similar but a lot less comfortable. The sounds of beeping and hushed voices fill his senses. There's movement in the corner of his eyes as a woman wraps his arm in a bandage. He tries to move, tries to remember what had happened. As he squints again, his blurry vision starts to restore, and he can finally see the paramedic running tests. Almost like being pricked by a thorn, flashes of what had happened earlier today embraced his senses instead, and all Bruce wanted to do was to see you. To touch you. To feel you in his arms.
"Mr Wayne, please, you needβ" the paramedic on board lays a hand against his chest in hopes of pushing him back against the cotton, but all it does is make Bruce more anxious. His chest heaves as he pulls on the IV drip from his forearm.
"I need to see my wife. " Bruce's voice is hoarse, etched with dryness. It pains him a little to even utter the words, but the want of your presence is far greater. There is a slight ringing in his ears as he sits upright at once. Bruce could sense that the paramedic was saying something to him, her hands hovering over his, but he couldn't make out the words.
All Bruce wanted was to see you.
"I need to see my wife," he repeats, chest heaving like the world was on his chest, and perhaps it was β the weight of his guilt was equivalent to the entire world.
" I NEED HER."
The doors slam open with a hiss as Bruce Wayne slips out with his hand still on his abdomen. The pristine white dress shirt is now unbuttoned, red seeping through the fabric. His hair is ruffled with tiny grey splotches across his face, accompanied by tiny scratches along his exposed skin. Blue eyes squeeze at the sudden intrusion of the morning rays of the sun as his vision adjusts to the nearby crowd of onlookers consisting of concerned citizens and reporters.
For the first time, the media sees the billionaire in a frenzy.
He hunches a little before walking to the unrestricted sidewalk, ignoring the yells of his name as flashes of light hit his frame. Police officers try to convince the man to get back into the ambulance, but to no avail.
Bruce flags down a cab, the driver rushing away from the scene as the crowd grows smaller and smaller in the side mirror.
You were in the library, working on a presentation for your company, when you heard the roaring voice of your husband, echoing against the thick walls. It was almost next to impossible to hear anything through the walls, especially so deep into the manor. You swiftly place the book back onto the shelf before running down the halls.
"WHERE IS MY WIFE?" Bruce yells, hand over his abdomen, as deep blue eyes trail over the room.
"Master Bruce β" Alfred tries to get Bruce to just sit, eyes wide as he sees the man he has raised covered in blood. Injuries don't faze Alfred. He was used to blood, but when that happened during the daytime. During the time Bruce was just a billionaire, something shifted in his chest.
"I asked where β"
"Bruce."
A hush falls across the room as Bruce swiftly turns to the source of the sound. There you were, standing at the bottom of the staircase, in a pair of sweatpants and his shirt. His shirt. Your beautiful eyes were wide, glazed with sheen as you looked at your husband.
"Bruce, what happened?" you whisper, hands covering your mouth as a tear slips down your cheek. Within seconds, Bruce had pulled you into his chest, his neck tucked between the curve of your neck and shoulder blade as he sobs into your shoulder, his hand clutching at the fabric of your shirt.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He mumbles, pressing further into you like he still couldn't feel your presence. The red of his shirt seeps into your clothes as you rub his back. You wanted to tell him it was okay, but all you could feel was a sob bubbling in your throat.
"I love you," Bruce whispers, cupping your face as his finger slides against the tear tracks on your cheek. βMore than anything in this world.β
You push back his hair, a little sweaty, as you cup his face and give him a kiss on the forehead. You offer him a smile β the same one he fell in love with as you whisper while slinging his arm over your shoulders.
"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."
A/N: tried writing this for like two days and here it is!
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