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aepsaluv · 3 months

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Call It What You Want

╰┈➤ Batman experiences love (18+)

Batman’s breathing was heavy, his mouth wide open as he was pressed further into the mattress.

His suit had been tossed across the room

Clark -no, Superman- was still in his suit, only the bottom pulled low enough to expose his meaty cock.

Clark smiled as he looked down at Batman, his blue eyes shining brightly as his hips moved. Clark pressed a kiss to Bruce’s sweaty hairline, gentle despite the ferocity of his thrusts.

Bruce’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked into Clark’s eyes, the strongest man on earth holding him as if he were a delicate piece of china.

“Clark-“ Bruce breathed out, his arm shakily extending out to grip at the bulkier man’s curls.

“I know.” Clark smiled, “I know.”

Bruce was lost as his back arched, a perfect curve pressing him against his lover’s chest. He collapsed back into the bed with his cock bouncing uselessly between their bodies.

Bruce could feel his toes curling, his mouth opening in a gasp as he sobbed freely. Clark kissed him, soft and gentle and wet with love.

Bruce probably looked disgusting, black grease running down his face and rimmed around his eyes which were puffy with lack of sleep. His lips were chapped and his body was filled with scars, his hair was matted from the cowl and dampened with sweat.

And yet Clark leaned down, his groan resonating throughout Bruce’s very soul. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you so much Bruce.”

Clark’s confession of love had awaken something in Bruce.

Bruce’s eyes rolled back, his insides exploding into a pool of light as Clark hit his prostrate head on. He cried out as he came, shuddering as Clark continued to make love to him.

“I know baby. I know you don’t believe me when I say that. But I do. I love you so much.” Clark promised with a moan.

Bruce shuddered as his hole clenched around Clark, milking the man for all he was worth. Once Clark was done spewing his cum into Bruce he smiled down at the man.

Bruce chuckled as he leaned up, claiming Clark’s mouth in a sloppy kiss.

“I believe you.” Bruce whispered.

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aepsaluv · 4 months

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Labyrinth

(Based of a Taylor Swift Song)

Warning: 16+ only! nsfw content //

╰┈➤In which Cas loves Dean

Castiel was an angel. He had seen horrors that no human has, he has seen loss greater than man kind knew.

He was grace, a soldier of God’s, a meer nothing to the unknown.

And yet.

And yet Dean looked at him as if he meant the world. He begged him to stop, Naomi whispering in his ear.

- Uh oh, I’m falling in love,

“Kill him, Castiel.” She whispered.

Dean grunted as Castiel punched him, the blade hanging uselessly from his hand as he punched.

Dean’s face, swollen and red, looked up at him with wide sorrowed eyes. Castiel’s voice cried in his head, screaming to let the man go- to let him live.

“Please.” Dean had pleaded, a large hand gripping onto his thigh.

Castiel stopped.

“You alright there Cas?” Dean chuckled, patting his shoulder.

Dean and Castiel sat on the couch, a meaningless show playing on the TV. The bunker lights dimmed low.

“I would do anything for you.” Castiel blurted out. His blue eyes simmering with emotion.

Dean, taken aback, chuckled nervously. His face twisted into one of concern. “Ha. Of course not, humanity over me right?” He attempted to joke.

“If it meant saving you. Of course.” Castiel responded, looking down at where Dean had reached over to hold his hand.

“I would destroy this world, rip it apart just to find you.” Castiel continued. “You saved me. You forgave me. Why did you forgive me?”

“Cas- what are you talking about.” Dean asked, his eyes scanning Castiel’s face. “Are you okay?” Dean repeated.

Castiel shoved Dean off and stood up. “Why did you forgive me, Dean. I could’ve killed you.”

Dean stood up as well, reaching out to touch Castiel. “Are you talking about Naomi? That wasn’t you, Cas. You know this.”

Castiel shook his head, shoving his face into his hands. “But it was me. I’m an angel- I listen to god’s command. That is what i am.”

Castiel ran a hand through his hair, angrily pulling at the brown strands. Dean sighed, grabbing Castiel and pulling him close. “Look man, you’ve done some fucked up shit, okay? But you more than made up for it.”

Castiel sniffled, blinking up at Dean.

- Oh no, I’m falling in love again,

Dean stared down at him, shushing him. Dean held on to him for what felt like hours, his large calloused fingers running down his spine in an effort to calm him. Castiel shuddered at the touch, letting his eyes fall close as Dean whispered into his ear.

“You have nothing to apologize for Castiel.” Dean assured. The way the angel’s name rolled smoothly off his tongue caused the man to shudder, pulling away from Dean’s hold.

“Dean…” Castiel started. His brain scanned through the thousands of possibilities before he made his decision. He stepped forward, pressing his lips against Dean’s.

- Oh, I’m falling in love,

The soft press of Dean’s lips against his followed by a soft gasp was better the the millions of events he had witness, the heat of Dean’s hand cupping his face blooming heat into his gut.

A moan tumbled out of Castiel’s mouth as Dean flipped him around and shove him into the couch. Castiel groaned as his head hit the pillow below him, a whimpering tumbling out of his mouth as Dean nibbled at his neck.

“What- Dean- I don’t understand-“ Castiel whined out, panting softly. Dean simply smirked.

“Shut up, I’ve been waiting for years- years you idiot.” Dean chuckled. Dean licked back into the angel’s mouth, rutting his hips against Castiel’s growing boner.

Castiel blushed, stuttering as he attempted to push Dean off. “What about Sam- This is a public ngl- space, Sam might walk in or- or- ah.”

Dean smirked against Castiel’s jaw, forcing the man up.

“Then I guess we just have to take this to my room, yeah?”

Castiel laughed.

He was in love.

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aepsaluv · 5 months

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Your sweet disposition, and my wide eyed gaze.

╰┈➤ Bruce’s calm.

Bruce smiled, winking at some sweet old Mrs.Vanroue’s crappy joke. He sipped from his expensive glass, bubbly sweet champagne pooling in his mouth.

“Well aren’t you good looking-“ Vicky Vale cooed, her black painted nails curling around his bicep and tugging him away from Mrs. Vanroue.

“Well, they don’t call me Gotham’s finest for nothing.” Bruce chuckled, feeling the annoyance bubbling in his chest.

“Your recently donated to Metropolis’s Pet Center, yes?” The woman asked.

“Why is that? When we have a perfectly good mutt center here.” Vale spoke, a twinge of disgust evident in her tone.

“Let just say I owed someone.” Bruce answered with practiced poised, smirking as his eyes caught on to a familiar clumsy reporter.

“Excuse me, but I see an old friend of mine.” Bruce chuckled, gravitating towards Clark Kent.

The younger reporter was nervously fiddling with his large glasses, his ill fitting suit making him stick out like a sore thumb. His eyes instantly brightened as he caught sight of Bruce, thanking the person he was talking to before quickly making his way towards the older man.

“Uh- Mr. Wayne sir. Beautiful venue you have here.” Clark chuckled, still playing the reporter facade. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at Bruce, a less fake- more familiar sunshine smile on his face.

“All thanks to my butler, right Kent?” Bruce asked, his tone slightly darker. He felt the way his shoulders eased, the familiar comfort of Superman a beautiful change to the rich environment around them.

“Care for a private quote from Gothams Prince?” Bruce asked, swiping another glass of champagne from a nearby waiter. Clark raised an eyebrow, his eyes flickering to Bruce’s lips as the older man drank. Clark flushed, pressing the tip of his finger to his glasses and pushing them up the bridge of his nose.

“Uh- I’m sure Perry would like that.” Clark smiled, following the billionaire as he pushed past the crowd of rich Gotham elites. Bruce winked at a few woman, smiled politely at CEO’s and mingled with the public as Clark awkwardly followed.

Finally (after swiping another glass of champagne), Bruce opened a wooden door, urging Clark inside.

Bruce hummed, letting his facade fall. The billionaire grumbled as he handed Clark a glass, rolling his eyes when the kryptonian raised an eyebrow.

“I thought Lois was going to be here. Isn’t she assigned most stories in Gotham.” Bruce stated as he made his way towards the large windows. He stared out of them, the sunlight illuminating his normally pale face. Clark simply chuckled staring at the glass of champagne and placing it down on the wooden table.

“What?” Clark chuckled, making his way towards Bruce. “ You don’t enjoy my presence, B?” Clark teased, watching Bruce’s lip twitch.

“Lois had a date with her new boyfriend.” Clark clarified, clearing his throat. “Why’d you call me here anyways? Is everything alright, hun?” Clark asked, tilting his head to look down at Bruce. The familiar pet name slipped past his lips, a familiar soft pink blush coating the kryptonian’s cheek.

“It’s nice. To see a familiar face. It’s suffocating out there.” Bruce responded before taking a sip of his glass. “Drink the champagne, my love. It’s… bubbly. Like you.”

Clark just chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know how you do it Bruce. Pretend that you aren’t the smartest man I know.” Clark smiled softly, watching Bruce’s face. He reached over, brushing the man’s black hair back.

“It’s easy, when I know this is an important part of keeping my family safe.” Bruce sighed, taking a final sip of his champagne. “Plus- you’re always here to calm me, love”

“I’m glad.” Clark mumbled softly. He took the glass out of Bruce’s hands. A large hand rubbing softly at the raven haired man’s shoulder.

“It’s my job as your husband to keep you calm. Isn’t it?” Clark smiled, his hand subconsciously reaching towards the silver ring hanging on the chain around his neck.

Bruce hummed, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of warm sun on his face. “Of course. And it is my job to spoil you with everything I’ve got.”

“Is that why you made that donation to Metropolis’s Pet adoption center.” Clark laughed.

“It is.” Bruce muttered.

“Well, i’ll leave you alone now. A reporters got work to do.” Clark muttered, pressing a soft kiss to Bruce’s cheek before disappearing with a gush of wind.

Bruce smiled.

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