this user loves Caleb

i will make an effort to point out when fics have and/or revolve around potentially triggering topics. be careful👍

also. i can be crude in some of my reviews. be mindful if talking about being horny bothers you

i will not be putting these in any kind of order other than the order i read them in—at least for now—to cut back on over-complicating this for myself. i hope you enjoy reading what has come from some beautiful minds over the past 20 years..

notable authors

i gotta start by pointing out some authors that have carved out a space in my mind. really a stellar job of playing with the characters and posting it online for me to rub my hands together evilly to

pleasuretoburn - just about 40 fics at the time of writing. this author is very prolific and has very few fics with under 10k words, so there is a LOT to pick through here. they have interesting, novel plots, and, from what i’ve seen, some reeeally good pacing

ORiley42 - i think oriley has become a staple of hilson in the past years. lots of awesome smut, lines and scenarios that make me lol, and a really solid grasp of the characters (and a willingness to take them a bit ooc in ways that circle back to feeling like the show at times). also about 40 fics at time of writing this. many of them long. discovered recently that i used to watch their supernatural edits when i was like. 13

ShutUpGwen - really big fan of the works of theirs that i’ve read. gets these characters to good places in ways that feel pretty natural and in-character. they have a knack for writing house fics that have a solid and reliable shape to them. which sounds silly but i do mean it

karaokegal - i haven’t counted how many fics she has on her LJ, and i’m terrible at navigating the site. i binged all of her hilson in early 2026, amongst other ficlets with the fellows/misc characters. many of her works are from the late 2000s and early 2010s, which is fun—i was still a kid when the show ended and it’s cool to see reactions to the show as it was coming out. also i’m a huge yucky fan of the way she characterizes house and wilson—she does a phenomenal job of writing them (and their thought processes/conclusions) as the manipulative, deceitful, and complicated characters that they ARE. wilson in particular fits the bill of that “lonely and spooky character” that RSL described him as a long time back. she is dedicated to them needing and hurting each other, forever. also worth noting that she has an extremely high concentration of lines across all of her fics that strike deeply and briefly. really, really good stuff. i recommend her for hilson shippers that enjoy angst and hurt that manages to satisfy without a great deal of comfort. or much at all.

Sin Days of Auld Lang Syne - baffledbear - ~20k - ao3 - timeline of hilson from when they met to some point in canon 

oh man this one is good. younger house and wilson, filling in the blanks. written very in-character. house's state of mind is written particularly well here

Juxtaposed With You - 37k  - Justkeeptrekkin - ao3 - conference fic

sincerely wonderful. great characterization, sexy as hell when it wants to be. didn’t want it to end

Kill the Mood - OneLastTime - 1.5k - ao3

house and wilson try doctor rp. no sex actually happens. trans wilson but no dicks come out at all so it doesn’t come up very much outside of banter

Almost Always Wrong - Jaryn - 3.9k - squidge dot org

very yay. house takes wilson on a little getaway. bed sharing and wilson being emotional

All Good Things - rubberbutton - 23k - LJ - major character death, unhappy ending

wilson has cancer. very in-character and the dialogue is written deliciously. unhappy ending. depressed me in that physical way. double thumbs up

Utopia - queen_mycroft - don’t have a word count on hand but it’s a sizeable read - Wattpad - deathfic, wilson with cancer

post canon, wilson is getting worse, neither of them can say what needs to be said. very well-written, well-paced, well-done. made me feel crazy. worth rereading even. but feeling crazy is feeling crazy girls. and it’s crazy

Greg House and his Soppin’ Wet Pussy - Dragonetti_X - 3.4k - ao3 - trans house

um. house thinks nasty and annoying things about having a pussy but his pussy is awesome. wilson agrees 

Operation Get Wilson in the Sack - untrustworthyglitch - 7.1k - ao3 - trans wilson

starts off comedic. cuddy accidentally reveals that wilson is trans and house is more than intrigued. yummy. made me wet on the LIRR

Syncopation - ORiley42 - 16k - ao3 - s6, auditory hallucinations

this one is fuckin awesome. it’s so interesting and witty and the characterization is locked tf in

Lagrange Point - ORiley42 - 8.6k - ao3 - hudson

i haven’t read this one again but i remember it really struck a chord in me at the time. cuddy and wilson fuck raw in house’s bed to make him jealous. steam came out of my ears reading this

But I’m a Doctor! - pleasuretoburn - 50.3k - ao3 - conversion therapy, childhood trauma

child house went through conversion therapy, thirteen suspects something. wilson swoops in, wilson fights for house, wilson stumbles steadily into the realization he’s gay. or something. beautiful slow burn, read it in a day, stayed up very far past my bedtime even though my mom (my circadian rhythm) was not pleased for a good 8k words there. really really thoroughly enjoyed this one, very satisfied

everything changes - ORiley42 - 6.3k - ao3 

hashtag AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED! achingly hot also disgustingly cute. read most of it during a Screenwriting I zoom call. bravo ORiley42 once again

buy some time, it’s on my dime - ORiley42 - 27k - ao3 - phone sex operator au

lots of fun. read a good chunk of it on the way to an ides of march birthday party. house is a phone sex worker as a side gig, enjoys the company of "james" a little too much and thinks he's still under the protection of anonymity when that very same "james" becomes head of oncology in the office next door. bravo oriley yet again

Mending Wilson - Rippertish - 9.3k - ao3

wilson’s drunk and sad and house and cuddy (established r/s) go over to comfort him. (as of april2026, i haven’t read all of it, since it was) still updating. wilson sucks house off so good that house has to run away to the kitchen and drink whiskey about it. a bit cheesy at times and some of the photos get me, all part of the fun

market crash - ratsplendor - 15.4k - ao3

friend recommended fic. haven’t read all of it but what i HAVE read was great and this author has some other really good ones

triptych - wilsonakgae - 12.1k - ao3 - hudson

roommate recommended this one to me, so glad that she's into this too. huddy fucks with wilson’s mind and boner before jumping him in his own office. house is enthusiastic about claiming wilson and cuddy is like a bestie about it. it’s just that they kiss now

One is Silver - recrudescence - 4.8k - dreamwidth - infidelity

wilson and julie marriage #FAIL! house comes in to be a homewrecker and the sex is awkward and really awesome

Synchronicity - copperbadge - 10.3k - ao3

in hindsight i’m shocked but not that shocked that this fic is from 2006. bro i was 4. house and wilson help people in a car crash and then forget about that as they are suddenly in a relationship. some really funny dialogue, classily done

you’re so fuckin’ special (run) - mistermommy - 31.4k - ao3 - darkfic, stalker house, noncon

scratched an itch that hasn't registered in a long time. house stalks wilson, wilson finds a box of pictures that house has been keeping for as long as they've been friends. wilson is repulsed and does not run away. smile

A Helping Hand - bironic - 8.6k - ao3

wilson has a bad day and house offers to jerk him off, as a friend. awkward and fun!!!

i only know how to satisfy your craving - chychyd - 15.3k - ao3 - werewolf and vampire au, amber is there

house is a werewolf, amber is a vamp, wilson is their human and they bitch and brawl over him :3 the non-sex parts of house being a wolfie and wilson being his Guy are my favorite. love that. want that

on my way to believing - chychyd - 6k - ao3

okayyy really cute. alternate ending to wilson buying the organ for house. a happy ending😛. ft. appreciation of a different kind of organ

Road to a Man’s Heart - topaz_eyes - 1.7k - ao3

wilson picks house up from mayfield and they have a serious conversation in a Motel 6 (and maybe more). honest house always gets me

Now What? - mnwood - 21.6k - ao3 - post-canon fix-it

fond memories of where and when i read this one. fix it fic! house and wilson go on a roadtrip post-canon and plan a romantic double suicide until it turns out wilson doesn’t have to have cancer anymore. things remain complicated for awhile though. fun!

He Won’t Tell You That He Loves You - hellshandbasket - 25k - ao3

kind of a classic by this point. nolan applies light pressure to house’s feelings for wilson and he has a slight crisis about it. the way they come together is written well and i like wilson’s characterization

The Oncologist Trap - zulu - 13k - ao3

cute. house gets the ducklings to spy on wilson for him. wilson figures him out and the final scene is hot and mostly from wilson's POV in a sense. fun quickie

Penitence and Provocation - ignaz - 1.4k - ao3

house apologizes after tritter and wilson gets hard

Defensive Strategies - milkshake_b - i do not know - LJ

wilson is freshly post-divorce and house pretends to be his boytoy to shield him from a persistent woman. wilson has a sexuality crisis over a bowl of pasta. written well

A Differential Diagnosis for Green Silk - Isagel - 4.9k - ao3

something something instant rembrandt, curved backs, pure + wanton sexuality. and that damn green tie

A Modest Proposal - ignaz - 55.6k - ao3

classic fic. loved this one. chipped away at this one over a couple of weeks, enjoyed reading it every chance i had on the subway. takes place during the tritter arc. wilson is forced to testify against house in court and he suggests that the two of them get married for spousal privilege. it works! but in strange ways😋

Involuntary Commitment - ignaz - 42.2k - ao3

sequel to a modest proposal. follows the court order for house to go to rehab and the antics of that. some really really hot moments. great characterization again. very slightly weak in its pacing but written well enough that it really doesn’t matter

Not a Pencils Update - alex51324 - i do not know - LJ 

house insults a witch and gets turned into a teddy bear. wilson has to feed him snacks and keep him from catching on fire. this was actually awesome. made me lol out loud quite a bit. i recall this one having a lot of parts that open up a whole bunch of new tabs. it’s worth it though

Gaseous Nebula - TheFandomLesbian - 77.3k - ao3

a building falls on house and wilson and they repeatedly save each other. to a pathological degree. house has a stroke and the ending in particular warmed me. there’s a long but possibly abandoned sequel that i haven’t looked into but might be worth checking out

IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY - TheFandomLesbian - 148.2k (at time of writing) - ao3

this one is still a work in progress. i got sucked in and caught up in just under two days. (it was finals week.) felt like a blur. almost entirely post-canon, the boys try to make the most of wilson’s time left until he decides to undergo treatment. it is utterly grueling. truly gets dark. the loyalty involved in this fic is tremendous. solidly written and house is characterized very well. gonna need to keep up with this one

The Open Road - Pun 25.1k - ao3

god this was so good. house loops wilson into a road trip. written wonderfully, hot, and the characterization is lovely. ending is decidedly different from most house fics i’ve read. really good stuff

Denial - Pun - 2.3k - ao3

short. wilson gets drunk and sucks house off and things get awkward. house is pleasantly tortured about it

An Extra Layer - sassyjumper - 3.2k - ao3

very cute, house goes detective when wilson gets a job offer elsewhere. countdown to when wilson is leaving and house is cutely heartbroken over it. written well 

What Best Friends Do - ShutUpGwen - 36.9k - ao3

i LOVED this fic. thought it was so hot and generally made such a great impression. shows happy and secure hilson in a way that feels satisfying and accessible..through a lot of porn but also from the general thread of “what if gay sex saved house from season 7” that tied it all together. very warming at times. one of my favorite fics in the fandom

I Know You Want It - ShutUpGwen - 7.6k - ao3

house accidentally sends wilson a photo that’s meant for cuddy. wilson is drunk and responds the way he knows best. it backfires successfully 

In Sickness and Health - ShutUpGwen - 16.4k - ao3

au in which house is in an established relationship with wilson when he experiences the infarction. written really well, canon divergent but done tastefully

An Inconvenient Truth - annathaema - 15.3k - ao3

wilson helps cuddy get pregnant and house is like wtf. then wilson comes out as gay and house is like Actually What The Fuck. comedic back-and-forths between house and cuddy and house and wilson until the end when baby is born and #HomosWin

Howler Tone - baffledbear - 24.8k - ao3

very charming. takes reader through house and wilson’s relationship from season 1 thru 6 with some higher caliber gay chicken than the show actually attempted. UST nation rise

House/Wilson Post-Series - karaokegal - 4.5k - LJ - implied character death

my entry into karaokegal’s writing. GREAT dark fic. post-canon, wilson is dying but house is killing himself faster. unhappy ending. written very well, couple of sucker punches in there

Feeling Alright - karaokegal - 1.7k - LJ

angry sex set right after 1.11 detox. killer last line

Gravedigger Never Disappoints - karaokegal - 4k - LJ

“normal sex in a bed” ! bitter house and wilson who wants more but knows he can’t always get what he wants

Kol Nidre - karaokegal - 4.6k - LJ

wilson goes to synagogue on Yom Kippur and forgives julie. he goes to house’ss immediately afterwards. really good final scene between them

Pictures at an Exhibition - karaokegal - 2.5k - LJ

exhibitionistic hand stroking and wilson-centric footjob under the cafeteria booth table. pretty awesome. huge enjoyer of when house loves to touch wilson and wilson loves to be touched by house

When It Really Mattered - karaokegal - 6.1k - LJ

pre- and post-infarction. stacy suspects house is cheating and he is..with his boy best friend😼 the first time they have sex is written in such a yummy way, i love the way this author characterizes them both as ominous and masterfully manipulative in a way that is so sensibly Like Them. it’s remarkable

Jealous Guy - karaokegal - 1.5k - LJ

smile. they are terrible and perfect for each other

Some Say That We Are Players… - karaokegal - 2.8k - LJ

wilson wears puppy dog scrubs and house is intent on getting him out of them. conversation in the hospital chapel and then house wearing his glasses to beckon wilson into his bed. really very impressed by this author’s acuity for these characters 

One Night With You - karaokegal - 1.3k - LJ

amazing. house bdsm fantasy of wilson punishing him. particularly high quantity of lines that scratch an itch  yummmm

Esopus Creek - shaycat - 23.8k - ao3

ohhh man, great fic. written post-canon. a very sensitive and satisfying take on wilson’s death told through shared meals, carpooling, and an outsider’s perspective. loved the old man oc. lovely stuff

What’s Past - fourteencandles - 9.7k - ao3

was unusually touched by the brand of pining/angst in this fic. wilson is characterized nicely here as a bit narcissistic of his goodness. house is sparing enough that his appearances all pack punches and feel appropriate. liked it a lot

The Body Found - fourteencandles - 45.9k - ao3 - abuse, recovery from trauma

can’t believe this was written in 2007. so good. yummy angst and house losing himself over wilson’s sudden disappearance. delicate, understated writing of the two of them and their dynamic in the wake of strange circumstances. an unusual and well thought-out narrative that explores trauma in a sensitive and accessible way

You Already Know How This Will End - fourteencandles - 45.5k - ao3

very well-written. house goes to rehab shortly after the season 3 christmas episode, one of my favorites. presented as short snippets from many different perspectives, which is refreshing (the main 6 from the first three seasons). b-plot where wilson gets cuddy pregnant and they live together. the drama is calculated well and there are nicely choreographed moments of awkwardness and reconciliation that feel believable and satisfying. ends very jarringly, without closure for just about anything. a bit of a let-down in that regard but it can be channeled into bittersweetness

it's late in the night (please don't call the cab home) - PewDiePie - 5.3k - ao3

someone in tumblr tags mentioned that my hilson art reminded them of this fic, and yusss i can appreciate that. there’s a follow up fic to make what would have been a very tasty unhappy ending into a happier one. as a standalone it was awesome. gay chicken jerkoff sesh on the couch gone warm. (😳.) when house slid his hand up wilson’s thigh i could have gotten a boner. the PewDiePie is disconcerting but i’m strong.

honorable mention

How Not To Be Boring - fourleggedfish - 437.6k - ao3

ok. so. i have not personally read this fic (YET). frankly this one scares me. word count is approaching half a mil and it’s been left unfinished for over a decade. people have written long and involved and adoring sendoffs in the comments section about how this fic was so captivating and written so satisfyingly. lots of praise for the characterization as well. i sort of want to break my heart over this fic at some point. hopefully someone else can get cozy with this fic and let me know what they think. 

for now, that’s that!

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All of their friends seemed to flock towards Caleb as he was training to become a guard for MC, almost always trying to catch his attention even when he was on duty. It was clear that many had a crush on the slightly older boy, and nonmc was no different.

Nonmc was more considerably shy than her more boisterous group of friends, her glances of adoration towards Caleb being behind trees or a book during study hours.

As they all grew up, the crushes that the princesses had for Caleb seemed to multiply. A lanky boy who barely fit his armor was now a young man with a bulky physique that proved he was fit for eventually leading alongside his father.

During balls, he was asked time and time again for dances or gifted ribbons meant to court him, yet he refused each time. The only one who ever got such a chance was MC, his best friend at this point.

Like many other young woman, nonmc watched wistfully as her crush seemed happier in MC's presence. Something that's been clear since they were young but many thought could be changed with time.

As years passed, Caleb was sent off with many other knights to fight against the civil wars brewing between provinces far and wide. Everyone was saddened to see him depart, many of which were there on the day he left with the massive brigade. Among them was nonmc, who could only look on from the crowd with worry and hope that he'll return safely.

After three years on the battlefield, it was Caleb's name that stood atop the many victories leading to peace for the provinces. His strategies in battle and steadfast alliances made his once decent title reach that of the rankings for royalty.

Fanfare and praises were a given when he returned with his brigade, a parade held as he rode in on a mighty steed. He wore intricate armor, the silver and gold decorated in scars of battle. A dark fur trimmed cloak covered his broad shoulders, the clinking of chains and medals jostling with each step his horse took.

Many royal families saw his accolades as an opportunity, making them offer up their daughters for marriage. They persuaded him with gold, the finest wine and weapons... Some buying and writing their way into getting his attention.

Nonmc's family was no different, her parents had no shame in trying to bribe Caleb's father or falsify documents to say that his daughters should be first in line for his choice in marriage.

Nonmc's older sisters could see the appeal in having a renowned knight who would elevate their lineage even if they don't particularly like him, but the thing was they knew of nonmc's crush on him from childhood so they convinced their father to have her be chosen.

It seemed like their arranged marriage was to be written. Caleb would be given nonmc's hand in marriage and become a part of their royal family.

Nonmc should have been happy with the outcome, but the way it was done made her... upset. She didn't like how her parents forced him to choose her, neither did she like that her older sisters had her be picked almost out of ridicule.

To make it all worse, she knew Caleb seemed heartbroken over this. Despite how much time has passed, he still looked at MC the same way from afar. Nonmc thought it was a given that he'd rather have chosen her instead.

So, rather than be selfish with this opportunity handed to her on a silver platter, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She took a pouch that had a large sum of gold, a travel pack, and a suitcase of some belongings, before bribing a few maids and a guard to help with her plan.

On one early morning, where she should have been woken up hours later for breakfast and a schedule full of wedding preparations, she instead chose to run away from home. She left a letter on her desk saying she was leaving for good and to not find her, hoping that it would be enough to keep them from sending a search party.

After walking through some sunlit forests, she found an older couple on the road with a traveling wagon filled with goods. She decided to pay them some gold so she could hitch a ride in the back, letting them dictate the direction she'll head off in.

As the wagon rocked and jostled her sitting body amongst crates of potatoes and other vegetables, she could only think that she was doing the right thing by acting as adventurous as she believed MC would be.

Nonmc wouldn't have to worry about strenuous politics or forcing Caleb into marriage, it'll be like a fresh start! Maybe she'll go live out in the countryside where no one knew her, even sell flowers or trinkets for a living!

And hopefully, Caleb will get to choose MC this time! Or so she believes.

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Tsu’tey quickly ends training for the day, sending all his students away before walking over and grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from Ka’lan. “‘tey what are you doing? I was in the middle of a conversation!” You shout as he continues dragging you into a secluded area of the forest where no one would be able to intervene in your pending argument.

He doesn’t answer, just continuing to pull you away which annoys you. “Tsu’tey, answer me!” You pull away from him which forces your arm to release from his hold and Tsu’tey turns around to face you. “If this is about Ka’lan I have told you a million times me and him are just friends!”

“And how many times must I tell you he wants to take you from me? He does not want to just be your friend!” He hisses as he throws up his hands in confusion, wondering why you won’t believe him.

He knows his intuition was right, after all, he’s a male himself and he knows you are attractive so he understands other men will take a liking to you, he just doesn’t appreciate Ka’lan doing it so blatantly in front of his face.

Tsu’tey’s husky tone mixed with anger, his heightened voice, and possessive demeanor makes a heat spread through your core. You love him being protective over you, you find it sexy and the more he shows his anger the more you feel the need to clench your thighs to create some sort of friction to give yourself the slightest pleasure.

Even though he’s titillating with his actions, you’re still upset with his behavior. “Yes, he does! He tells me about other women he likes in the clan all the time!” It’s true Ka’lan does tell you about the women he was drawn to but he always left one out, the woman he’s head over heels for.

“What do I have to do to make you understand?!” With you and Tsu’tey going back and forth, it only makes his anger bubble over even more. He’s about to conjure up another rebuttal until he noticed the way your tail is moving behind you.

Being Na’vi, your tail is always moving subconsciously but when you are aroused your tail moves in a specific manner which Tsu’tey always takes notice of. When it clicked in Tsu’tey’s head he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle out of amusement.

Here he is upset that another man was making passes at you and you’re getting turned on from his anger, probably not even listening to a word he’s saying.

He walks up to you, wrapping his hand around your neck, causing your eyes slightly widen as you slightly bite down on your lower lip. “You like this don’t you?” He growls in your ear while slipping his free hand into your loincloth, moving his fingers along your folds that are drenched in your slick.

You hurriedly nod your head, silently gasping when you feel Tsu’tey’s fingers force their way into your pussy, his digits getting immediately soaked in your slick.

He maneuvers his fingertips and starts pressing against your sweet spot, making you grab onto his bicep to keep yourself steady. “Seems like I will have to make you understand another way.” You look up at him with half lidded eyes, watching his lips curl into a slight smirk. He tugs on your bra top, giving it a quick yank and ripping it in half, causing your breasts to pop out.

Tsu’tey has a plan in motion, a plan that consists of putting you in multiple positions, fucking you until your voice is hoarse, and making you scream his name so everyone roaming the forest knows that you belonged to him and no one else.

—

Ka’lan is walking through the forest trail with his bow slung lazily over his shoulder, half-listening to the rustling trees, and half-lost in his thoughts. He’s still replaying your laugh from earlier, the way your smile curled when you teased him by the tree, how your nose crinkled when he made that stupid joke about his hunting mishap.

Ka’lan has always liked you, ever since you both were teenagers chasing palulukan [thanator] pups after your parents told you not to. He’s always been able to keep his feelings at bay, but lately? That small crush has stretched into something much deeper than some sort of puppy love.

It’s the kind of wanting and desire that lingers behind his ribcage and causes his throat to tighten every time he sees you walking beside Tsu’tey, holding hands and being lovey dovey. For the last few weeks he’s been noticing something different between you and him.

You laughed at something stupid he said earlier, your fingers brushing his arm without a second thought. Just a small touch, light as a feather, but it lit something in him. ‘She doesn’t touch Tsu’tey like that’, he thought.

But that was a lie, a hopeful delusion and he knows it. Still… things felt different, he can tell. You linger longer when the two of you speak. You look him in the eyes when you speak, not past him like other women do. Sometimes, you let the silence stretch too long, as if something unspoken hung between you, which leads Ka’lan to believe there’s still a chance to win your heart.

Ka’lan has been telling himself to back off, that Tsu’tey is the future Olo’eyktan. A man who can decide his fate in the clan. A man who can make his living hell if he crosses him. But that feeling only lasted until he saw the way Tsu’tey gripped your wrist too tightly when he dragged you away earlier.

Seeing the way Tsu’tey’s eyes followed your every move in a possessive and controlling manner made Ka’lan angry. That moment made him realize that Tsu’tey didn’t deserve you. Simple as that.

When Ka’lan starts trying to think of ways he can woo you, he hears something strange. A noise, something that sounds similar to a muffled cry. He stops walking for a moment, allowing his ears to hone in on where the sound is coming from. His ears perk up at the sound of a particular voice, yours. It’s immediately recognizable. It’s sharp and breathy, echoing faintly through the trees.

At first it sounds like you're screaming and then it turns into a loud cry, causing a panic to flutter in Ka’lan’s chest. Was someone hurting you? Are one of the sky people torturing you? He doesn’t know what’s going on but if someone is hurting you he’s going to come save you.

He picked up his pace, following the sound deeper into the forest. As he walks, the voices grow louder. Your voice. Then another, one he can’t make out at first but it sounds much louder than yours, needier even.

Ka’lan’s chest rises and falls quickly now, his feet moving faster over the roots and moss-covered earth as he weaves through the trees. His grip on his bow has tightened, fingers flexing as instinct braces him for the worst.

He can hear you clearly now. Your voice floating through the air in waves, uneven and raw. “Please—” you gasp.

The word jolt Ka’lan’s heart, making him think you’re now begging your captors for your life. He breaks into a sprint. The trees thinned ahead, sunlight streaking across the clearing. ‘Just a little further’ he says to himself, scanning his eyes across the forest for the sight of you. ‘Just get to her. Get to her and—’

Out of nowhere he stops dead in his tracks. The sound of his breath caught painfully in his throat, as if the wind had been completely knocked out of him. Out of all the scenarios his mind created in his mind, this is the last thing he thought he would witness. The last position he would find you in.

You're bent forward on your hands and knees, body arching into each thrust of Tsu’tey’s hips as he grips your waist with a bruising force, making you claw your nails into the ground underneath you for support. Your mouth is wide open, and your eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure.

Tsu’tey’s behind you, his chest gleaming with sweat, the muscles in his back flexing with every deep roll of his body against yours, like he’s trying to fuck every ounce of his love into you while making sure you know that you’re his.

Ka’lan’s eyes widen at the sight before him, heart lurching violently inside his chest while the scene unfolds. He can see and hear everything: the way your breasts bounce with every harsh thrust, the wet slapping of skin, the creamy ring forming on the base of Tsu’tey’s cock, the possessive grip of Tsu’tey’s hands like he wants to mold your body to his forever.

You aren’t being hurt.

You aren’t in danger.

You’re being claimed.

“Oh, Tsu’tey—harder, please!” you cry out, and Ka’lan flinches at the desperation in your voice. At how your voice isn’t filled with any pain or discomfort, but pure desire. It sounds as if lust is leaking out of your pores.

His heart cracks clean down the middle as he watches the two of you move together like you’ve been made for this. Like you and him are made for each other. He tried to look anywhere but your face, but your eyes, even closed, somehow glowed with something Ka’lan believes Tsu’tey didn’t deserve but still owned completely.

He should turn around. Should walk away and give you and him privacy. But he can’t. He just stands there frozen, hidden partially behind a thick trunk, his large eyes wide with quiet heartbreak and shame. His ears twitched at every wet slap of your bodies meeting, at every moan you gave to the man who clearly had your heart. A man Ka’lan hated. Envied. Even secretly feared.

Ka’lan’s grip tightened on his bow, trying to keep himself together, not knowing what to do. He thinks he’s in the clear, that no one will see him here hidden away in the shadows… until Tsu’tey looks up and meets his gaze.

Ka’lan doesn’t know what he expected him to do. Maybe a flinch, a flash of surprise in eyes, him stopping his attack on your pussy and trying to cover your exposed flesh. But Tsu’tey doesn’t do any of those things.

Instead, Tsu’tey looks him right in the eye and smirks. That same cocky, knowing smirk that has always made Ka’lan want to punch a tree.

Tsu’tey isn’t one bit surprised to see Ka’lan because he knew he was there. Knew he would take this route on his way home, knew he would be nosy enough to come and take a look. He strategically set this up. Tsu’tey wanted Ka’lan to see him destroy your guts, see you in the same position Ka’lan wishes to have you in, and listen to you cry out his name in the process.

Without saying a word, he slips his hands around the front of your body, tightening one hand around your throat, lifting your head up and making your body press closer against his, driving into you deep enough to pull a broken cry from your lips.

He slows down just a tad, rolling his hips in a deep, grinding motion that makes you gasp his name again, unaware of the silent audience just beyond the tree line.

Tsu’tey smirks, leaning over your shoulder, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, cupping your breast and pinching your nipple until you spew out a moan. “Say it,” he growls. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You, baby.” you cry softly, feeling his cock press against the spongy spot in your core, your walls fluttering around him each time your ass slams into his pelvis.

Tsu’tey thrusts himself harder into your wetness, enough to make your knees buckle from the force. When he sees your stability falter he catches you with ease, huffing a dark chuckle as you mewl against him. “Say it louder, need the whole forest to hear you.”

“It belong to you, Tsu’tey! Just you!”

“And who do you love?” he asks, voice getting louder, not for you, but for Ka’lan so he can hear that your heart belongs to him.

“Tsu’tey… I love you.” you whimper, clawing at his arm that’s snaked around your pretty frame as he picks up the pace again.

“Tell me who is your future mate.” he demands, glancing up at Ka’lan one more time, a wicked gleam in his eye as he thrust hard, making your entire body jolt forward, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs.

“You! Tsu’tey… only you!”

Ka’lan swallows hard, his jaw locking so tight his teeth aches while his heart twists in his chest. Every word you speak, every moan he hears, is another arrow to his pride, another nail in the coffin of the wishful fantasy he’s been desperately clinging to.

For the final blow, Tsu’tey places soft kisses on the back of your neck before turning your head towards him and engulfing your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss, your tongue and his swirling around each other, fighting each other for dominance.

When he pulls away there’s a line of saliva keeping you and him connected, making everything unraveling between you two even hotter. His hand is gripping your jaw, making sure since you’ve opened your eyes, your focus is on him and him only.

When you look into Tsu’tey’s eyes you see they aren’t their usual golden color, they're much darker, filled with lust, jealousy, and other emotions you can’t put a name to at the moment. Tsu’tey’s voice is low, so low that Ka’lan almost misses it but you hear him clear as day: “No one else will ever get to touch you. Not in this life, not in the next. You are mine.”

Tsu’tey turns your head slightly to the side, giving him a clear view of your throat, the same one he loves shoving his cock in whenever you're giving him attitude. He grazes his tongue across his fangs, looking down at you with something primal in his eyes. His mouth hovers over your skin, then he lowers, biting the nape of your neck.

When you feel his teeth sink into your skin, you let out a sharp hiss, your tail instinctively wrapping around his thigh, and your body melts into Tsu’tey’s, enjoying the euphoria that fills your veins as he marks you.

Marking is one of the oldest Na’vi customs, meant to bind two souls together. A territorial act, born from a time when clans had to fight for their mates. It’s not done lightly. And once it’s done, it’s seen as a vow, a warning, and a claim all in one.

While Tsu’tey marks you, with the taste of your blood on his tongue, he’s looking Ka’lan dead in his eyes, sharp as blades, while he hides behind a tree like a cowering child. Tsu’tey holds Ka’lan in his stare like a warning: You will never have her.

Ka’lan’s heart pounds in his chest, shame and fury tangling together so violently it makes his stomach turn. He wants to fight. He wants to scream. But instead he leaves, not being able to stomach the sight of you being fucked by Tsu’tey any longer.

He turns and walks away, heart pounding so loud it drowns out the sounds behind him. The soft cries, the whispered praises, the wet rhythm of two people tangled in something too deep to ever be undone.

Once Tsu’tey sees that he’s gone, his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. When he’s satisfied, feeling like his point has been proven to Ka’lan and to you, he takes his fangs out of your skin, allowing your blood to settle on his tastebuds. It’s warm but somehow sweet, making him fall more in love with you than he already is, feeling like now your souls are deeply connected now that your blood runs through his veins.

After a while, you and Tsu’tey fall into a steady rhythm again; his thrusts are long, deep, and deliberate, each one pressing into the furthest part of your womb like he’s trying to carve his name into you from the inside. The way his hips roll, slow but firm, makes your thighs tremble with every stroke. His groans turn to curses in Na’vi, breath hot against your neck, voice hoarse and ragged with need.

You cling to him, moaning his name like a prayer, and just as your walls begin to spasm and squeeze around him, he lets out a sharp grunt and buries himself deep, hips locked against you as his hot seed spills inside.

Your back arches as your climax washed over you in thick, aching waves, your vision going white as he fills you, until the pressure is too much and his seed begins to leak out of you, smearing on your thighs, Tsu’tey’s groin, and soaking the earth beneath.

Tsu’tey doesn’t pull out immediately. He stays deep inside you, his breath slowing as he holds you close, one hand splayed possessively over your belly. He presses a kiss to your skin, heart still pounding, and you can feel the weight of something heavier in his touch.

Tsu’tey closes his eyes for a moment, lips brushing against your ear. He doesn’t say it aloud, but it pulses between you anyway. There’s a hope, a want, even a silent wish.

He secretly hopes his seed will take root. That maybe, soon, you will swell with his child. That your womb will grow full with proof you belonged to him, and that no one will ever dare to look your way again.

And beyond that: he wants a family with you, he always has. He wants little feet running through your shared mauri, braids tied with the same beads he once gifted you, a child that had your eyes and his temper, clinging to your hip. Raising children with you would be a greatest honor in his eyes.

Eventually, your trembling slowed, your breathing softened, and the two of you sank into the moss beneath you, limbs still tangled together.

Tsu’tey cradles your face and kisses you again, this time slow and sweet, full of warmth and affection. A stark contrast from earlier. You sigh against his mouth, smiling lazily as you look up at him with tired eyes. “I’m not going to speak to Ka’lan anymore.”

He exhales through his nose, forehead pressed to yours, happy to hear you’re finally seeing things his way. “Good.” It satisfies his soul to know that you’ve finally taken heed to what he’s been expressing to you and that he won’t have to worry about Ka’lan anymore after the show you both just put on for him.

Tsu’tey is never allowing a man to think they have a chance with you, he’ll fill your neck with markings to let every single Na’vi know that you’re bound to him until the end of time.

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I Loved You Before You Knew Me, by lostinreeverie

Bruce gets sent back in time, turned into a teenager again, and the worst part is that Clark Kent is way too pretty for his own good. How the hell is he supposed to focus on getting home?

Gosh. What a fic. It leaves you with such a beautiful light feeling in your chest. Bruce gets sent back in time and goes to the man he knows who can help; Clark Kent. It's so sweet to see them interact as teenagers and how tender they are with one another. There is light angst, but it gets resolved pretty quickly. I also like the fact that the time travel has affected their present time line. Sometimes, those factors get swept under the rug in fics, but Clark and Bruce (as adults) have a full conversation about it afterward. It is a relatively short read, but super worth it. No smut (which thank God because they're minors in this fic.)

I Only Want You, by Mawiiish

Bruce discovers a passion of Clark's that he never expected and now he can't stop thinking about Clark's hands in his hair. Good thing his stylist is on maternity leave. He's a creature of habit, he can't just find another stylist to fill in; he doesn't trust strangers - what's a poor billionaire to do?

The yearning in this fic is unmatched. Every single thing these two do has me losing it. Bruce feels so in character, it had me snickering in bed. Instead of asking Clark to cut his hair like a normal person, the man decides to take the most difficult route possible. It turns out, Clark was doing the exact same thing! I love how human Clark feels in this fic too. He has other hobbies; one that includes trimming and cutting hair. It feels very Clark like. It really highlights that at the end of the day, hes a farm boy from Kansas. It's a short read as well! No smut

Gotham is Drowning. by istayniche

Gotham's drowning, Batman's bleeding, and a nosy reporter won't stop asking why. Three years after the flood, a rot festers, born from the stragglers of Riddler's movement. The Sons of Gotham, neo-Nazis with mysteriously deep pockets, rise from the grime. Bruce bleeds for a city that keeps sinking. Enter Clark Kent: infuriatingly earnest, maddeningly handsome, and asking questions Bruce can't answer. When threats grow too big for one city, Batman reluctantly teams up with Superman. Saving Gotham wasn't hard. Letting someone help? Letting someone in? Easier said than done.

This fic has left me speechless. Like. Jaw dropped. There are multiple subjects that this fic covers that may be triggering; so please enter it with that in mind. Some of these subjects include homophobia, racism, misogyny, antisemitism, and nazi movements. This fic does NOT encourage these subjects- it is apart of the main villain organization Superman and Batman have to fight. I usually only recommend fics I've read completely. Admittedly, I have not finished this one. But with the way the author writes, I doubt it has a bad ending. Bruce and Clark genuinely start hating one another, and it's pleasant to see their slow burn while also dealing with their hero identities become friends as well. The threat in this fic? Gosh, I get so anxious over what they do and what they're intending to do. It really gets my heart pumping! Bruce is a liiiiittle bit of a stalker in this one, but not in a creepy yandare way. Usually I'm not a fan of Stalker!Bruce, but it was well written for his character within this fic. He is characterized from the 2022 Batman rendition, so it honestly makes perfect sense lol. The chemistry that Bruce and Clark have in this fic??? Oh my gosh. The bathroom scene?? Pumped my fists in the air when it happened. Everything fits together well! I also really loved the realism of Bruce being a billionaire, and what he has to go through. I also found it funny that Lois vapes in this fic. Not important, but I giggled reading that. There is smut in this fic! So this is definitely intended for ages 18+ . I need to finish reading this beautiful fic after I'm done writing this post.

Lost Time Without You, by rotasha

In a universe where your soulmate’s injuries show up on your skin, Bruce is convinced he doesn’t have a soulmate, and Clark is seriously concerned for his soulmate’s well-being.

To be honest, I paused my recommendation list to reread this fic. It's absolutely worth it. Rotasha is one of the best superbat ao3 authors out there due to their exceptional writing abilities. Clark and Bruce feel so aligned to their Canon characters in this fic- half of the time I forgot I was on ao3. The soulmates aspect is a major piece in an overarching puzzle, tying together Bruce and Clark in a pleasant bow. I got literal butterflies reading this fic. It features Dick Grayson (who I always love to see) and actually makes him such a major part to the fic. I feel like half of the time, if Robin's are included in a fic, they mostly sit around. Dicks characterization feels perfect here. Young, bold, a little naive, yet kind hearted and strong. 10/10 would recommend. It's a longer read as well, and there is no smut. There are sexual implications, but nothing crazy.

Don't Hold Your Breath, by frozenpotions

“Hey, Bruce,” he said tentatively. “You have a lot of casual sex, right?” Bruce raised one delicate eyebrow. “Mr. Kent,” he said slowly, amusement curling around the words, “are you calling me easy?” (or: Not quite fresh out of a divorce, Clark attempts to have a hot girl summer. It goes well until it doesn't.)

Buckle up everyone. What an addictive Rollercoaster this fic is. Personally for me, I am not the biggest smut enjoyer? I like tension more than the act, if that makes sense? (Not a diss on anyone who does! If you like smut, there is literally no judgment whatsoever.) But I was very pleased at this fic!!! This fic was the perfect friends with benefits to lovers read. And I love how Clark doesn't exactly realize his feelings right away!! Clark goes through a rough period in his life, and has to organize through those feelings (even if that's hooking up with your best friend). Then, Bruce's own feelings are incredibly valid too. I genuinely felt so much sympathy towards him. In a way, it is neither and both of their faults lmao. Waiter! Waiter! Smut with angst please! Beautiful combo here. Definitely for a mature audience. I'd also recommend checking out some of the art that comes in this fic too! (Also 18+). I was going to say this fic isn't too long of a read, then realized it was 50.4k words. But to be honest I can't remember how fast I read this fic, so take it as you will. Would recommend! There's so many light hearted moments to balance out the dark, and I think the author handles it very well!

Seventy Two Hours, by Rotasha

Clark encounters a curse that strips him of his powers. Bruce rescues him and takes him back to Wayne Manor. In the seventy-two hours that it takes to reverse the curse, everything between them changes.

Okay, I'm realizing Rotasha wrote so many amazing Superbat fics. Gosh I wonder if their back hurts carrying this ship space. This one is a one shot, but oh my gosh I feel like I dream about this fic. It's so tender. It's so sweet. Clark loses his powers, and Bruce is a steady rock to guide and take care of him. There's a scene where Clark listens to Bruce's heartbeat up close and phew I still blush thinking about it. It makes me squeal with delight over how pure it is. If you're feeling fluff to the max, I cannot recommend this fic enough. No smut, but some more lime like themes.

Fade Into A Dream, by Rotasha

Bruce Wayne has always known he’d end up with Clark Kent. He knows because Clark Kent shows up in his dreams. Bruce and Clark’s soulmate relationship, told through their shared dreams.

So, I REALLY like Rotashas fics. I haven't reread this one in a long time, but I might honestly do that after this fic list, along with Gotham Is Burning. From what I can remember, this fic quite literally shook me to my core. Bruce and Clark are connected through their dreams, and they find peace amongst one another. Clark deals with internalized homophobia in this fic as well, and it was heartbreaking to read. Theres actually quite a bit of angst in this fic. I don't remember any smut, but the tags say Dream Sex, so listen to the author there.

Conjugation, by Mithen

Bruce decides to take advantage of a slow Monitor Duty by practicing his Kryptonian with Kal-El.

Super short read, but super cute :) Bruce subtly tries to tell Clark he wants to be with him in Kryptonian, and Clark keeps trying to correct his grammar. It's fun, fluffy, and leaves me smiling. No smut!

Lay Your Hands, by ShowMeAHero

Maybe he doesn’t have a filter because of how tired he is, his mind too chemically addled to properly stop and think. Maybe he wants to keep an eye on Clark, make sure Superman heals and recovers fully, rather than have him shower here at the Hall and send him on his way. Maybe— Maybe he doesn’t want to be apart from him, and maybe he wants to take care of him, and maybe he wants to be taken care of by him, and maybe he’s just drained enough and just foolish enough and just good enough at making up excuses that this was going to be inevitable anyway. Whatever reason it is— whatever combination of reasons, most likely— the outcome is the same. “Come home with me,” Bruce offers.

THIS FIC OH MY GOODNESS 😭 It's so tender. It's so soft. I'm a big fan of corensupes and battinson, and I think this fic is perfect for them. Like, you can hear them in this fic. I really love how intimate it is, and Bruce letting Clark in such a close manner. They bathe with one another, and it really highlights vulnerability. Naked physically and mentally in a sense. No smut, and it is a one shot!

Okay, those are some of my superbat recommendations :) !!! I love all of these so dearly, and I think they're all worth a read!!

And uh. If I could do some promotion myself, I just published my very first superbat fic on ao3! It's a 5+1 superbat fic. Five times Clark doesn't recognize Bruce Wayne, and one time he does! It's called "Patrick Miller" ! Check it out if you'd like 😋🫶