Mina's stuff

Clark: you are cute *delusional af* so so cute

Bruce: *just being mean* and i'm very much married

Clark: what? *about to start crying*

Bruce: *rolls his eyes affectionately* yeah, i married you, Clark.

Clark: youclark it´s a stupid name.

Bruce: *burst in laughter*

he’s like a cat to me. ear boy

Little doodle of baby Jason practicing reading with his mom❤️

even if clark and bruce are similar in height and build—clark will always notice the smaller details in where their sizes differ. he noticed how smaller his lover was compared to him. how his hands encapsulated bruce’s, how it was easy to wrap around bruce’s waist or pin him down by his wrists. clark realized how much bigger he was where bruce could easily fit in between his legs, how his old t-shirts fall just over the apex of bruce’s thighs.

and when they fuck, clark can’t help but to take advantage of his size. he moves bruce around freely in bed, making bruce ride, putting his legs over clark’s shoulders and pressing his knees to his chest in a press, holding him up against a wall and fucking him hard til the wall shakes, or his chest to bruce’s back and lifting his legs as he jackhammers away inside and all bruce can do is wrap his arms behind clark’s neck and take it.

even in missionary, he’ll drag bruce’s body right back into his thrusts whenever the other’s body slides up the bed. he loves holding bruce’s waist, a reminder of how fragile a human can be under his hands, yet clark shows restraint when it comes to that. he’ll never hurt bruce in that way.

bruce, of course, knew. but never pointed it out. in the back of his mind, he liked being manhandled since in his past relationships it was always him manhandling. it felt nice for clark to have such a stern yet gentle hold on him, significant of their power difference. he’ll let clark do anything to his body, fuck him in all the right places and hold him tight til hand-shaped bruises form on his waist.