CHUBBY𑣲.

chubby <3 she/her twenty-five

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in which bruce isn't used to waking up without you.

( bruce wayne x fem!reader | fluff! )

it was an unusually quiet night. bruce hadn’t done patrol tonight, instead he opted to stay in, rest. usually he would be against the idea—gotham didn’t sleep so neither should he, but ever since you came into the picture bruce found himself waiting for his days off. sleep only came easy to him when you were near, which was why he was jolted awake when he turned to pull you closer only to be met with an empty side of the bed.

panic filled his chest as more than one scenario filled his mind each one becoming more disturbing than the last causing him to jump out of the bed and leap into a search for you. he silently cursed the massive manor as he felt like he was running a marathon as he checked every room he thought you would be in.

it wasn’t until bruce peaked into the kitchen that the panic settled and relief took over as there you stood in the middle of the kitchen—your mouth filled with cookies and the area dimly lit by the refrigerator that had been left open.

you weren’t aware of the man who leaned against the frame of the door and bruce took advantage of that as he just watched, taking in your appearance. your eyes looked heavy with sleep that was needed, your hair had been a mess and your socks were inside out no doubt being lazily thrown on.

yet bruce couldn’t tear his eyes away from your stomach. he smiled softly as his shirt stretched over the curve of your pregnant belly—your hand rubbing up and down the bump as you mindlessly ate your snacks.

“hungry?” you jumped, hand leaving your stomach to rest on your heart as you stared wide eyed at the sudden intruder. “jesus fucking christ bruce!” you whispered shouted, being mindful of your family who were no doubt fast asleep.

he laughed, walking over until he stood at your back—his hands now resting on your stomach as his face buried itself in the nape of your neck, kissing the exposed skin.

“you scared me” you muttered.

“you scared me” he repeated “not used to waking up without you in bed” he explained. you sighed, you had learned how to cope with the uncomfortable feeling of waking up in the middle of the night without bruce. you hated the fear of waking up and never seeing his face again.

but bruce always made sure every morning he was tucked by your side in one piece. bruised and battered yes, but in one piece nonetheless.

“well you have your son to blame for that” he smiled. bruce was scared when you weren’t next to him yet with the additional knowledge that you were currently carrying a piece of you both—bruce couldn’t bare losing either one of you.

“yeah? is he full now? can we go back to bed?” you let out a soft laugh, nodding your head. you both cleaned the kitchen quietly and by you both i mean bruce took everything out of your hand and handled it himself.

when he was done he placed both hands on your hips, leading you back to your shared room so you can both fall back asleep peacefully—especially since you both knew the other would be there when you woke up.

in which kara doesn't disappear this time.

( kara zor-el x fem!readers | fluff )

its become almost routine after a night spent together that she would fall asleep in your arms, legs tangled within one another and for the night it felt like nothing was going to touch you both. that everything bad was now good and the pout kara wore as a signature look would change into the bright smile you were blessed with seeing behind closed doors.

but it never lasted come the morning.

she was sneaky at first, you barely felt her get out of the bed, barely heard her as she got dressed, she didn’t even use the front door, opting to fly outside your window and into the early morning skies. but you’ve learned her pattern already.

once the first sound of a bird chirp rang throughout your apartment her eyes cracked open just a bit. she was uncharacteristically sober on earth, sober with you, so she found herself up earlier than she was used to to.

panic always settled in, like if she wasn’t supposed to be there or maybe she felt unwanted—out of place. so she left and you woke up feeling a bit used, left feeling like maybe you read her feelings all wrong, that maybe she didn’t like you more than just sex.

“running out on me again?” her head snapped up towards you, pants stopping mid-thigh—she looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“no-no i was going to get krypto, i was going to text you?” she said, remembering the long discussion she had with clark the night before. the one where clark’s eyes nearly popped out of his head—shocked with what he was hearing.

“its okay, maybe use the door this time?” you said with a soft smile, wondering when is the next time you are going to see her.

“i will” she nodded “maybe—maybe i can come back? we can have dinner” your mouth opened in surprise, now you were the one who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“yeah? no yeah! i’d like that a lot” she smiled, finally buttoning her pants close.

“i’ll see you later then” she chucked, leaning on the bed to place a long passionate kiss on your lips. you were the first to pull away, in desperate need of air. the sound she made could only be described as a whiny moan, her lips seeking out ours once again.

“i believe you have a dog to get” you tease, eyes closing slowly as her lips travel down your jaw. she hummed “i’m going” yet her lips still traveled a bit lower—a soft smile adoring her face once she heard your giggles.

“ill be back okay?” you nodded “ill be here”

she’s choosing to stay this time, a choice she should have made months ago. now she just needed to ask clark how to plan a proper earth date.

lobo x fem!reader. suggestive themes. no spoilers!

notes: the lack of lobo fic...guess i gotta do it myself idk.

lobo is a busy man. if you placed a bounty in front of him he would no doubt drop whatever he’s doing to get his hands on the money. there was very little that stood in his way, very little that distracted him. but, there was always that one percent chance that he could be easily persuaded, distracted even—so much so that the money became a distant memory. and that one percent was in the form of a woman who people swore he hated by the way he spoke about you or even to you.

“ugh, gotta take this, its my headache”

“what do you want woman”

“goddamn airhead”

but it was genuinely all out of love—you knew that, you especially knew that the big bad bounty hunter could not and would not live without you. behind closed doors he was pretty much the same, but with a soft smile adorning his face.

“you give me a headache you know that?” he grumbled, uncrossing his arms—leaving them open so you could crawl onto his lap after complaining about the lack of cuddles you received the week he had left.

“what is it now woman” he sighed, marching his way over to where you currently sat—sobbing as the romance movie came to an end. he had just left for a second, turns out in that second the guy got the girl and you were suddenly remembering how you both met, becoming not only nostalgic but emotional. 

“goddamn airhead” he groaned as he hoisted you over his shoulder—dragging you out of the bar. he will always take care of you and when your outside with him by your side you happily turn off your brain and let loose. which often leaves lobo dealing with a very drunk and touchy girlfriend.

you were always calling him when he was out on jobs, if you weren’t calling you would text him and if neither happened the man lowkey panicked. today was one of those days.

he sat at the back of the bar—head casted down, drink in one hand and his phone in the other as he waited for either his target or a sign of life from you. but as if the gods were truly testing his patience both things happened at once.

his target walked through the doors, already tipsy and easily accessible. yet his phone pinged simultaneously and the moment your name flashed across the screen his fingers tapped to open the message.

he was quickly met with a photo of you, then another, and another, each showing more and more skin. he let out an obnoxiously loud sigh, his pants now feeling slightly tighter then what it once was a moment ago.

omw, don’t do anything stupid toots

the dumb bounty could wait, he currently had a headache he needed to take care of.

hanging out with kara always ended two ways. you could either find yourself in a fight to the death—or doing something so incredibly stupid you will no doubt regret for the rest of your life. however this week while celebrating your best friend’s birthday week, you found yourself doing a mix of both.

despite the multiple warnings from clark, you allowed kara to get shit face wasted whenever she wanted. you weren’t a kryptonian, space alcohol would probably send you into a coma—so you knew kara would have a ( somewhat ) responsible adult to watch over her.

but then came ruthie, and the possibility of losing krypto, and an unlikely acquaintance with a well known space bounty hunter, and an intergalactic sex trafficking ring.

it was safe to say you were in way over your head—so much so that you told kara if you two made it out of there alive you would get a tramp stamp of her choice. it was something you said as a joke, something to keep her laughing when all she wanted to do was cry.

and spoiler alert—you guys made it out safely and before you knew it you were getting a tattoo of her choice tattooed on your lower back. you honestly didn’t mind it in the end. the design was pretty, and ultimately after a couple of weeks you honestly forgot about it. that was until an abnormally high heat wave hit and you were left wearing a cropped tank and daisy dukes.

“is that what i think it is?” lois’s voice rang throughout the backyard of the kent family farm. the tone of her voice almost captured everyone’s attention and when they followed her line of sight they too were met with the ink proudly displayed on your lower back.

“oh shit! i forgot about that!” kara chuckled out as she joined your side “funny story really” she started to explain everything that happened weeks ago—making sure to include the part where this was technically your idea in the first place.

“clark! have you’ve seen this?” jimmy asked with a tipsy smile, pointing at the tattoo kara forced you to show everyone who looked.

clark had to take a deep breath before he joined in on the conversation. he had, for the most part, been avoiding the group—more importantly you. you and clark had started a secret relationship months ago and you both agreed that keeping it lowkey was smart until you guys were comfortable with sharing.

but you played dirty today as those shorts nearly took the man of steal out once he laid eyes on you. “seen what?” he asked, holding onto his glass of sweet tea so tightly he was surprised it hadn’t shattered yet.

“little miss sunshine has a tramp stamp” lois breathed out in shock, arms crossed over her chest as she locked onto the tattoo—she was greatly impressed.

“oh yeah, i saw it last week” he said as if it was no big deal—not noticing how everyone stopped in their tracks to stare at the man in complete shock.

“wait you showed farm boy before you showed me?” lois asked in disbelief.

“no no, are we about to skip over the fact that farm boy already saw it?” jimmy back tracked.

“well i mean its kinda hard to miss it when i have her in certain positions” he shrugged.

“clark!” you gasped—seemingly only then did he truly realize what he was actually saying.

“oh come on man! thats my best friend!” kara cringed, going off on a ramble about how he can not and will not steal you away from her. all while lois sighed, reaching into her wallet to grab a fifty dollar bill to place in jimmy’s awaiting hand.

“wait till they find out about the one under your boob” he whispered as he joined your side, his hand engulfing the small of your back.

“a tattoo you won’t be seeing tonight”

“w-what! im sorry!”

pairings: fwb!kara x lane!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni ( no smut but mentions of ), lowkey miscommunication?, two losers pinning after one another, slight angst ( not really ) w/ happy ending and very slight mention to supergirl 2026 but other than that its spoiler free !

summ: you and kara agreed to just be friends with benefits, she hated staying on earth and was scared of committing—you just needed distractions while you fought your way through college. yet somehow down the line you both starting wanting more but neither of you had the guts to admit it.

you are without a doubt happy and comfortable with the arrangement you have with kara. you both got what you wanted and you did it all without the weight of an actual relationship weighing you down. you didn’t have to worry about her, where she’s at, who’s she’s with, it was peaceful.

at least thats what you tried to convince yourself to believe. because if we were being honest, you were in fact, not happy or comfortable with the arrangement you had with kara. you both got what you wanted, yes, but you often thought about her more than you liked to admit.

you wondered if she ate properly after a night of drinking.

you hoped wherever she is, she’s being safe.

and you often made yourself sick with the thought of her soft hands touching another—giving them the same attention it gave you.

it all started a little over a month ago. your school was having a charity festival and of course you were planning on attending. unfortunately for you, you had been a very desirable student and almost everyone was willing to do whatever it took for you to be their date.

men and women alike had pulled out all the stops, some even cornered you—trying their hardest to seem worthy enough of your time. but you made one thing clear, and that was y/n lane did not date. you were in school to become an expert at your craft, not to entertain a relationship that would possibly leave you heartbroken and distracted like your last relationship.

yet that explanation went unnoticed, most ignored it.

so you did what any sane person would do in this situation.

you called your closest friend, kara zor el.

it was nothing too extreme.

you just wanted her to attend the festival with you.

as your date.

surprisingly it took very little to convince her to accept and before you knew it you both were having fun with cheap games and unhealthy food. many stared, you knew they would, but you were enjoying your time and so was kara.

that was until you ex boyfriend decided to join in on the staring—trying to rack his brain about how to pull you away from the blonde. kara knew all about him, of course she did, she spent countless nights listening to you cry and rant about how wrong he did you.

thats where she decided she never wanted a relationship. it always got messy, people lack loyalty and they always left—she already experienced the loss of her own community, she couldn’t imagine experiencing the loss of her person.

“kiss me” you muttered as you turned to her. kara was taken aback, her eyes widen as they scanned your face to look for any form of humor.

“you want me to what?” she asked.

“kiss me” you repeated, taking a dangerous step closer to her. kara breath hitched and she couldn’t, for the life of her, look away from your lips. lips that were shiny due to the countless times you’ve reapplied your cherry scented lip gloss.

“jackson is looking, if you kiss me he won’t bother us” you said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. she had no time to think about it, simply because quickly after your lips were on hers.

kara sighed, her once tense shoulders dropping in relief the moment your soft hands cupped her face. what should have been a quick kiss turned into a heated make out the second her hands gripped your waist. pulling you in closer but even that didn’t feel like enough.

it came to a holt once cleared their throat “ahem, excuse me ladies” you both reluctantly pulled away—hands still holding on to each other. kara was surprised with the look in your eyes, your pupils were blown, eyes hooded and dead set on her lips.

the sight before her made her equally as hungry, the taste of your lip gloss still fresh on tongue as she slipped her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“i believe a room is more appropriate, don’t you?” your now horrified english teacher said and thats how you both ended up in your bed, completely ignoring the fact that your neighbors could almost certainly hear the both of you.

after that you both agreed that this simply couldn’t be a one time thing but more importantly you both agreed that a relationship is far from what you both wanted. 

you weren’t sure when your feelings for kara became more than what it once was.

maybe it was when she flew to your apartment when you failed that test you studied super hard for. holding you as you cried and ranted.

or maybe it was when she brought you dinner from your favorite restaurant when your period started randomly.

or maybe it was when she laughed.

or smiled.

or when she whispered sweet words in your ear.

hell, maybe you’ve always had a thing for kara.

yet you had to be realistic.

this was strictly beneficial only. just friends who occasionally have sex—nothing more, nothing less. and you just had to be okay with that.

“clark said its your birthday week starting tomorrow” you muttered as you watched her get dressed—her hair still tangled from where you had pulled for what felt like hours.

she hummed and you thought about your next words carefully. “any plans?” she sighed, flipping her hair back so she could use her beloved sunglasses to hold her locks back.

“not really, just gonna grab krypto, go celebrate on another planet or something” she shrugged.

“what about earth?”

“what about earth?” you cringed at her tone.

“what about celebrating here? i mean clark’s here, your friends…..me?” she finally looked at you, heart spiking when she spots the fresh hickeys on your lower back.

“clark’s just clark you know? he’s busy” she started “plus those are just his friends, they tolerate me because im his cousin” she smiled—trying to pass it off as some form of joke.

“and well, we can’t just spend the whole week together” she nervously giggled—the sound slowly fading when she realized you didn’t join in on her laughter.

“i-i mean we can but then everyone would assume we’re together, like a couple, together, you know?” you cracked a faux smile, nodding as if you agreed.

“no, yeah, you’re totally right” she pulled her lips into a tight smile, her thumb pointing towards your front door.

“i’m gonna….go now”

that was three days ago. apparently she left right after she picked up krypto, which was right after she left your apartment. you texted her this morning—nothing to crazy, just a simple

happy birthday kara! hope the other planets are treating you well!

you rewrote that message maybe fifteen times before you hit send and since then you’ve been checking your phone constantly, hoping and waiting for her to reply. which was something your older sister seemed to pick up on.

“if it makes you feel any better clark’s birthday wishes went unanswered as well” she said with a soft smile. that in fact, did not make you feel any better. but you weren’t about to admit that.

“i don’t know what your talking about” you shrugged, turning your phone face down as you attempt to read the book that was placed in front of you.

“really? because you’ve checked your phone every five minutes and you’ve been quiet since kara left” she was right, of course she was, she’s lois lane, she knows everything.

“she wants to be friends” you muttered. lois sighed, moving the laptop off her lap to give you her full attention. “i thought i could do it, though i could just leave my emotions out of it but—”

“but you’ve fallen for her” you nodded. “have you’ve told her how you feel?” you shook your head.

“she made it pretty clear, she doesn’t want a relationship with me” lois knew that simply wasn’t the case. clark has told her about how kara always asks about you—how she always seeks you out in whatever environment you were in.

but she couldn’t tell you that. you two simply had to figure it out for yourselves.

kara is tired.

the week had been anything but relaxing.

she spent two days drinking and the rest was spent saving krypto, a young girl and girls in general. she’s been beaten, weakened and on the brink of death and all she can think about is how she should be with you.

in your arms.

krypto laying at the end of your bed while you three watched those shitty romcom movies she pretends to hate but not so secretly loves especially because you love it.

this whole week made her rethink her life. made her rethink her relationship with you. you are something she never knew she wanted but she wants it now—she needs it if she was being honest.

which was why she was standing outside of your apartment door. she wanted to knock—raised her hand to do so a couple of times yet she never did. instead she just stood there, listening to you hum whatever song played through your speakers. she recognized most of the songs, how could she not, you two made that playlist together.

she thought about walking away, about heading back to clark’s place, yet krypto didn’t like those idea’s as he took it upon himself to paw at your door and before she could stop him you opened the door.

you wore her shirt, some graphic tee she left behind and boxers that hugged your thighs perfectly. her mouth opened then closed before she realized she was staring.

“uh hi” she breathed out.

“hi”

“can—can we come in?” you didn’t say a word, you just moved to the side, opening the door wider for the girl and her dog.

“how was your birthday week?” you asked after a moment of silence. “uhh” she started as she looked around your apartment before settling on you.

“it was fun, yeah you know, got pretty wasted, stopped an intergalactic sex trafficking ring and saved krypto from dying” she said with a smile.

“okay” you sighed out, trying to comprehend everything she just dropped on you. “i assume everything is okay? now?” she nodded, hands shoved in her jacket pocket.

“oh yeah, i totally got it under control”

the room fell silent again.

“actually no, everything isn’t okay um i feel like things were off when i left? are we—are we okay?” you sucked in a deep breath, the conversation you had with lois the other day flooding your mind.

“i fell in love with you kara” you chuckle out “i-i want more then this, i want to wake up with you instead of watching you rush out of my apartment, i want—” your words were cut off with the familiar feeling of her lips on yours. you were taken a back at first but rather quickly your lips melted into hers.

“i want this” she muttered against your lips “i want you”

“i thought you said—”

“doesn’t matter anymore, i’m yours, if you’ll have me?” she asked, her piercing blue eyes staring into yours. you answered by connecting your lips with hers again. at first it was soft, reassuring, longing. but rather quickly the kisses became harsher, more teeth, more tongue, more passion.

it would have became more if it hadn’t been for krypto’s rather loud bark.

kara sucked her teeth—eye rolling as she looked down at him.

“should have left you with clark” she muttered.

it’s early in the morning, the planet’s sunlight sneaking through the small cracks of the curtains that you not so subtly opened the night before to ensure you both woke up at a decent time. the small camper was still warm with last nights activity—its been kara’s birthday week celebration and almost every night ended with kara’s favorite drink—you.

you groaned softly as you attempted to stretch but the arm that was tightly wrapped around your naked waist wasn’t allowing such an action. “kara” you whispered, yet your words might as well have fell on deaf ears as the woman kept snoring.

“kara!” you said a bit louder.

“hmm” she hummed, her eyes still shut—partly covered with those sunglasses you struggled to get away from her the night before.

“i gotta pee, and let krypto inside” she sighed, turning on her side to give you the room to leave. you quickly took advantage of it before she changed her mind. you slipped on your underwear and a hoodie that was thrown on the ground before completing what you said you’d do.

kara was awake by this point, silently watching as you moved around the camper. you picked up clothes that had been haphazardly thrown, you made coffee, fed krypto and even started to make breakfast for you both.

it all seemed very domestic.

the scene made kara nervous, or at least it did in the beginning.

she was scared to settle down, to allow herself to have something good without the fear of losing it just like she did with her parents and her home. yet she found a new home—one that was in the form of you and her beloved dog.

“where did you get that hoodie?” kara asked as she noticed the symbol that mirrored the one on her suit.

“on earth, they are big fans of you and your cousin” you shrugged. she didn’t respond afterwards just continued watching and you tried your hardest to ignore her gaze but you felt her eyes burning your naked legs.

“i made breakfast” you tried to change the subject, trying to distract her from eye fucking you.

“mhm, i’m looking at breakfast” she smirked, looking you up and down. your breath hitched but you refused to give in—you needed a small break from her super stamina.

“after breakfast supergirl” you teased, purposely swaying your hips as you set the table for breakfast.

oh yeah, kara is definitely not scared of waking up to this every morning for as long as she breathed.