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[venal-quad]

Are you alone? - star_struck_fish

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[k6misato]

game night ⚝₊ ⊹˚ modern zuko, getou, jinshi x reader!

a game night with your friends zuko, suguru, and jinshi turns heated when playful teasing crosses the line into something none of you want to stop.

cw: nsfw, foursome, rough play, praise kink, double penetration, unprotected sex, teasing, overstimulation, aftercare, reader-insert, modern au wc: 2767

the evening had started innocently enough in your apartment. the faint scent of takeout pizza and cigarettes lingered in the air. you, zuko, jinshi, and suguru were sprawled out on the couch, controllers in hand, battling it out in a heated round of mario party. laughter echoed through the room as jinshi trash-talked zuko’s character while suguru leaned back with that sly grin, a cig in his mouth, and occasionally nudging your shoulder to mess up your gameplay. 

“you’re all going down,” zuko declared as he mashed the buttons. 

“don’t let them distract you, yeah?” jinshi said and shooting you a wink. 

suguru chuckled, exhaling toxic smoke into the air. 

the game ended with you in last place, the guys immediately turned their teasing toward you. “so who’s the loser now, huh, princess?” zuko teased, smirking smugly which made you more furious. “it’s not fair! you all ganged up on me,” you protested, tossing your controller aside. 

“time for punishment, then.” jinshi smirked and lunged forward, his fingers dug into your ribs, tickling mercilessly. you squealed, twisting away, but zuko joined in from the other side, no less relentless as jinshi along to your waist. 

“guys, s-stop!” you gasped between laughs and suguru slid closer, his strong hands holding you from behind and targeting every sensitive spot he could reach. the three of them had you pinned against the cushions, their bodies crowding yours in a pile. zuko’s knee pressed between your legs, jinshi’s chest brushed your arm, and suguru’s breath warmed your neck as he leaned in. 

the tickling intensified, fingers skittering over your stomach, up to your sides, and grazing the undersides of your breasts through your thin tank top. you writhed, trying to escape, but the sensations blurred the line between laughter to something hotter. zuko boldly poke right at your hipbone and sent a jolt straight to your core, and instead of a giggle, a low, involuntary moan escaped your lips. 

the room went still. 

zuko’s hands froze on your waist, jinshi pulled back slightly with wide eyes, and suguru’s fingers lingered on your arm, his gaze darkening. you felt heat flood your cheeks yet the air had thickened with unspoken tension. 

“did you just…? jinshi trailed off, voice husky as he tried to break the silence.

“tickling got a little…intense.” you said quietly but enough for the three to hear. you bit your lip, avoid their gazes, heart pounding. but none of them moved away. zuko’s eyebrow arched, his eyes dragging hungrily over your figure. 

“intense, huh?” suguru’s hand slid upwards to your thigh. you twitched involuntarily.

 the three men made eye contact with each other and agreed silently.

 “we could make it more than that,” jinshi nodded, his elegant fingers tracing your collarbone. “only if you want.” the invitation hung there, you looked up and saw three hungry gazes. you opened your legs slightly and nodded.

the playfulness finally shattered into raw desire. 

zuko captured your mouth first, his kiss fierce and demanding, tongue thrusting in deep as suguru yanked your tank top up and over your head. jinshi worked on your shorts, peeling them down with your panties, exposing your bare pussy to the cool air.

you were naked beneath them in seconds, their hands everywhere–stroking, squeezing, claiming. zuko broke the kiss and latched onto your neck. sucking hard to leave marks while his fingers found its way to pinched your nipples, rolling them until they ache. “fuck princess, you’ve been hiding this body from us,” he growled against your skin. 

jinshi knelt between your spread thighs, his breath hot on your folds. he kissed your inner thighs before his tongue flicked out, lapping at your clit with slow deliberate strokes. you arched, moaning loudly as he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, his slender fingers parting the lips to delve inside, curling against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.

suguru claimed your mouth next, slower than zuko, more teasing, his tongue exploring while you tasted cigarette smoke on him. one hand cupped your breast, thumb circling the nipple.

it was overwhelming, it was overload—too much and not enough all at once. jinshi devouring your pussy, tongue thrusting in and out while he hummed vibrations against you sending jolts everywhere; zuko’s teeth grazing your neck and shoulder as he pinched your aching nipple and his hardening cock against your hip through his boxers; suguru’s hand squeezing your other breast and  slapped hard. you moaned into suguru’s mouth, hips bucking, slick coating as your walls clenched. 

“she’s so wet already,” jinshi murmured, pulling back to see his fingers glistening with your slick on them. he stripped fully, his cock springing free—long and pinky. zuko followed, shoving his boxers down to reveal his thick veiny length, already leaking in pre-cum. “so ready for us.” suguru stood, shredding the rest, his impressive size made your mouth water. 

they maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, sinking on the couch. zuko positioned himself at your front. 

“say ah,” you obeyed, taking his cock into your mouth fully. the salty taste flooded your senses as you sucked, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down, hollowing your cheeks. he groaned, fingers tangling in your hair, guiding the pace.

behind you, jinshi rubbed his cock along your soaked slit, teasing your entrance before thrusting in deep with one smooth motion. you cried out around zuko's length, the stretch burning deliciously as jinshi filled you, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt. he fucked you steadily, each plunge hitting deep, his hands gripping your ass cheeks, spreading them to watch his cock disappear into your pussy.

every movement sent ripples through you—zuko at your mouth, jinshi deep behind you, suguru standing close enough that his palm slid slowly down your spine as he watched you come apart piece by piece.

“you look so pretty like this,” suguru said softly. “taking everything. your knees trembled against the couch cushions.

and he still hadn’t touched you yet.

suguru stepped behind jinshi, one hand sliding over the curve of your spine. his palm came down sharply on your ass and slapped, the sting making your cunt clench tighter around jinshi’s cock. jinshi hissed at the sudden squeeze, fingers digging into your hips. 

“fuck,” he breathed, thrusts losing their measured elegance as he began pounding harder, faster, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. each snap of his hips shoved you further onto zuko’s length. 

zuko groaned deeply, holding your jaw steady as you gagged around him. saliva dripped down your chin, coating the base of his cock as you struggled to keep pace. “that’s it, princess,” he rasped, tugging your hair to make you look up at him. “such a pretty mouth.”

your body trembled from every direction—mouth stretched full, pussy relentlessly filled, skin burning where suguru’s hands roamed. he kneaded your ass, then slid two fingers down to where jinshi was fucking into you, collecting the slick that spilled around him. he pressed those fingers to your clit in slow circles.

you nearly screamed.

the added pleasure hit like lightning through your spine. your thighs shook, mouth slipping off zuko’s cock with a wet pop as you cried out openly now. zuko cursed, stroking himself fast at the sight of your ruined expression.

“she’s close,” jinshi said, breathless now, sweat dampening his hair as his hips slammed harder. “can feel her.” suguru smiled against your neck before biting down just enough to make you gasp. “then let her.”

his fingers worked your clit faster, cruel and precise, while jinshi drove into you without mercy. the couch creaked beneath the force of it, your moans turning ragged, helpless. zuko gripped your chin and smeared pre-cum across your lips before pushing two fingers into your mouth. “suck.” you obeyed automatically, eyes wet, body shaking as pressure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

then it snapped.

your orgasm tore through you violently. you cried out around his fingers, walls fluttering wildly around jinshi’s cock as your whole body convulsed. slick ran down your thighs, soaking the couch beneath you while you shook in their hands.

“there she is,” suguru murmured, voice dark with satisfaction.

jinshi groaned at the pulsing grip of your cunt, thrusting through your climax with desperate, uneven strokes. zuko jerked himself faster at your face, at the tears in your eyes, at the way your lips stayed parted in broken moans.

your body still quivered from the aftershocks, slick coating your thighs and the couch beneath you. jinshi pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with your release, a low groan escaping him as he stepped back. he wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking lazily while his eyes raked over you, watching the way your chest heaved and your lips parted in ragged breaths.

none of them looked finished with you. not even close.

zuko withdrew from your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting you to his throbbing length. he cupped your face gently, thumb brushing your swollen lips. "good girl," he murmured, voice husky. "but we're not done yet."

suguru's hand left your clit, slick fingers trailing up your back as he positioned himself behind you. he pressed his body against yours, his hard cock nudging between your ass cheeks. "turn her around," he said to zuko, his tone commanding yet laced with hunger.

zuko nodded, helping you shift on the couch. they maneuvered you onto your back first, but suguru shook his head. "on your side. i want to see her face when i take her ass."

your heart pounded as they arranged you on your side, one leg lifted and hooked over zuko's hip. zuko knelt in front, his cock brushing your inner thigh as he aligned himself with your dripping pussy. suguru settled behind, his fingers spreading lube—grabbed from nearby—over your tight hole, working one digit in slowly to prepare you.

"relax for me," suguru whispered against your ear, his free hand stroking your hip. he added a second finger, scissoring gently, the stretch making you whimper. your body, still sensitive from the previous climax, responded eagerly, muscles loosening under his touch.

jinshi stood a few feet away, his fist pumping his cock in steady rhythm, eyes locked on the scene. "fuck, she's gorgeous like this," he said, voice rough. "all spread out for you two."

zuko pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching your pussy with ease, your walls welcoming him after jinshi's earlier pounding. he sank in deep, bottoming out with a grunt, filling you completely. "so tight," he growled, holding still to let you adjust.

suguru timed it perfectly, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. he pressed the tip against your ass, pushing past the ring of muscle inch by inch. the dual sensation hits you like a wave—zuko's thick length in your pussy, suguru's invading your ass, both stretching you to your limits. you gasped, fingers clutching zuko's shoulders, nails digging in as the burn turned to pleasure.

"that's our girl, take us both," suguru breathed, his hips flush against your ass once he was fully seated. they began to move, finding a rhythm—zuko thrusting in as suguru pulled out, then switching, their cocks sliding against each other through the thin barrier inside you.

every plunge sent shocks through your core, the friction building impossibly fast. your pussy clenched around zuko, ass gripping suguru, the fullness overwhelming. moans spilled from your lips unbidden, body rocking between them.

jinshi's strokes quickened, his breaths coming in sharp bursts as he watched. precum beaded at his tip, slicking his hand. "look at her," he rasped. "stuffed full, taking it like she was made for this."

suguru's hand snaked around to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers while he fucked your ass harder, the slap of skin echoing. zuko captured your mouth in a messy kiss, tongue tangling with yours as he drove deeper, hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

the pressure mounted again, your body trapped in the best kind of vise. you broke the kiss to cry out, "m-more…please—"

jinshi couldn't hold back any longer. he stepped closer, cock in hand, and tilted your head toward him. "open up," he demanded softly.

you parted your lips eagerly, tongue flicking out to lap at his tip before he guided himself in. the taste of your own arousal on him mingled with his saltiness as you sucked, hollowing your cheeks. he threaded fingers through your hair, holding you steady while zuko and suguru continued their relentless pace.

now you were surrounded completely,

zuko pounding your pussy, suguru claiming your ass, jinshi fucking your mouth all with deep thrusts. your body jolted with each movement, throat working around jinshi's length, gagging softly when he pushed deeper.

suguru's free hand dipped between your legs, fingers finding your clit once more, rubbing in firm circles that matched their thrusts. the added stimulation shattered you. your orgasm built like a storm, crashing over you without warning. you screamed around jinshi's cock, vibrations making him hiss, your walls spasming around zuko and suguru in waves.

they didn't stop, drawing out your release until you were a trembling mess, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. jinshi pulled back slightly, letting you gasp for air before sliding back in, his own climax approaching as he watched you unravel.

"come for us again," zuko urged, his voice strained, hips snapping erratically. suguru echoed him with a low moan, his cock twitching inside your ass.

the room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, your muffled cries, their grunts of pleasure. jinshi's hand tightened in your hair as he chased his peak, spilling hot down your throat moments later, forcing you to swallow every drop.

zuko's thrusts grew erratic, his cock swelling inside your pussy as he chased his release. "fuck, i'm close," he groaned, fingers digging into your thigh where it hooked over his hip. suguru matched him, pounding into your ass with short, sharp snaps, his breath hot against your neck. "me too—gonna fill you up," he rasped, one hand still circling your clit to keep the aftershocks rippling through you.

the dual friction pushed them over the edge almost simultaneously. zuko came first, burying himself deep with a guttural moan, hot spurts flooding your pussy. the sensation triggered suguru, who slammed home one last time, his cock pulsing as he emptied into your ass, ropes of cum coating your insides. you whimpered at the warmth spreading through you, body clenching around them in response, milking every drop.

they held still for a moment, all three of you panting, sweat-slicked skin sticking together. zuko pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your lips, tender and lingering. suguru nuzzled your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind, holding you close as he softened inside you.

slowly, they eased out, careful not to overwhelm your sensitive body. a trickle of their combined releases leaked from you, but zuko was quick to grab a nearby throw blanket, draping it over your lower half while murmuring, "easy there. we've got you."

jinshi, now recovered, knelt beside the couch, brushing damp hair from your face. "you were incredible," he said softly, his voice full of warmth. he leaned in to kiss your cheek, then helped suguru and zuko shift you into a more comfortable position—propped against pillows, legs untangled.

suguru fetched warm cloths from the bathroom, returning to gently clean you up, his touches feather-light on your thighs and between your legs. "does it hurt anywhere?" he asked, concern etching his features as he wiped away the evidence of your passion.

you shook your head, a shy smile tugging at your lips despite the exhaustion. "no... it was perfect."

zuko chuckled, settling on one side of you, pulling you into his chest. his hand stroked your arm in lazy circles. "you're perfect," he corrected, pressing another kiss to your temple.

jinshi joined on your other side, his fingers intertwining with yours. suguru finished cleaning and slid in behind you again, this time just to cuddle, his chest warm against your back. the four of you tangled together on the couch, a pile of limbs and soft breaths.

"game night was... eventful," jinshi teased lightly, earning a laugh from suguru.

"best one yet," zuko agreed, his voice muffled against your hair.

“let’s do this more often.” you said and the three men chuckled, snuggling around you into their embrace. whispering praises and promises as you drifted off to slumber. 

could not stop thinking about them and decided to contribute to society (and for my sanity) art credit: @ suaayen

© k6misato 2026

[kylimarz]

Between two worlds (Jake Sully x Reader AFAA)

New long form fic incoming!!! Unpopular opinion but I love his dreads.

Part two

~Word count: ~4k

~Warnings: mentions of death and grief, emotional trauma, mild swearing, No use of Y/n, canon divergence, mutual pining, eventual smut

~Description: ~You're a marine biologist studying the tolkun. They had been experimenting on the genes of the classic avatar to manipulate it into one more suited to the water. The base is far enough away from the civilizations that they don't bother it, but they are able to examine their culture. This is a fic where Neytiri died at the same time as Neteyam. So most of it is the same, Jake is just mourning his mate as well as his son.

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You are there before the battle. You are there after it, too.

The destruction and death scattered across the land tear you apart from the inside out. Broken Marui, scorched ground, and bodies left behind burn into your memory in a way no data log ever could. When you came to Pandora, it was never meant to end like this. You are here to observe, specifically to study the tulkun, to understand their intelligence, their social bonds, their culture, and the way they coexist with the Metkayina. That is the purpose you arrive with. That is the reason you were sent.

But money-hungry individuals quickly twisted your work into something else. They barely acknowledge the complexity of Tulkun communication or the depth of Na’vi history tied to them. They don’t care about language, lineage, or kinship. All they see is what can be harvested, what can be sold, and what can be turned into power. Your research, meant to protect and preserve, becomes a blueprint for exploitation.

You sort of grow up with the sea.

it feels like your entire life is spent switching in and out of a rapidly aging avatar, constantly monitored to ensure the altered genes develop properly. Your human mind struggles to reconcile the existence of two bodies. They age separately. They absorb completely different environments. One belongs to steel walls and recycled air. The other belongs to open water and endless horizons.

The avatar body is your access point to the world. Without it, you are confined to a floating lab that was meant to be temporary but slowly becomes permanent. Even freedom has limits, though. The base needs power, clean, renewable energy that won’t further damage Pandora. Ocean turbines become the solution, generating enough energy for you and your four other team members to operate and breathe freely.

You are the one who installs them.

With the base positioned far outside the reef, maneuvering the surrounding waters is extremely dangerous for any human. Strong currents, unfamiliar depths, and predators make even short excursions a risk. But you don’t have to worry about that. You exist in an avatar bred specifically for these conditions, an unusual hybrid, designed to survive where humans cannot.

Most of your life is spent aboard ships. You don’t remember Earth at all. What you do know is that you exist in two bodies. One is trapped in a small lab, sustained by machines. The other is free, able to swim, explore, and live. It has never been difficult to know which one you prefer.

You have two childhoods.

They don’t happen at the same time, but your brain stores them as if they do. When you first enter the avatar body, it is six years old. You, however, are already an adult in your human body. Being mentally grown while inhabiting the form of a child is deeply unsettling. Your thoughts don’t match your movements. Your instincts lag behind your understanding. It creates a strange disconnect, almost forcing a kind of regression as your mind adapts to the body rather than the other way around.

Monthly check-ins become routine as the avatar ages at an accelerated rate, one month for every two avatar years, until it eventually reaches full maturity. It is an odd process, one you don’t believe could ever be replicated successfully. But for you, it works.

Your avatar body is not quite Omatikaya, nor fully Metkayina. You have the long limbs of the forest people, but your musculature and nearly fin-like arms are designed for the water. Your tail is thin and elongated, built more for balance than speed underwater. Star-like dustings scatter across your skin, reminiscent of the forest clan, but everything else reads Metkayina. You think you could blend in, at least to some degree.

They removed the extra finger during adolescence.

It is an obvious outlier, and with how much you already stand out, they convince themselves it will help you fit in better. Even though you are not born into this body, you feel the absence immediately. The scar where the finger once was lingers like a phantom ache, making you feel more separate than before. The opposite of what they intend.

But none of that matters anymore.

What matters is that you no longer have a mission, only information. And information is power. You know what the bases are doing; somehow, they have yet to cut your connection to their computers. You know what they are planning. You can help the Na’vi if you can find a way in.

And you already know how.

Jake Sully.

You arrived at the base before he ever did. You hear the stories as they circulate, how he learns their ways, how he trains, how he earns the trust of the Omatikaya and becomes one of them. You watch it unfold from a distance, long before the war forces him into legend. Then he went and did it all over again with the Metkayina.

He is your opening. You are certain of it.

Convincing the other scientists is another matter entirely. In your human body, you are not much younger than them. But they see your avatar as their child. They raised you. They protected you.

And that makes reasoning with them far more difficult than it should be. But you have your ways.

Your nightly routine begins the same way it always does.

You swim as close to the reef as you dare without being noticed, careful to stay just beyond the glow of woven lights. There, you linger, floating and watching. A few Na’vi remain awake at this hour. Some work quietly in the shallows, hands moving with practiced ease as the waves curl around them. Others simply exist in the water, letting the tide carry their thoughts.

Occasionally, a mated pair sits together at the edge of their marui, bodies leaning toward one another, foreheads nearly touching. They do not speak. They do not need to. Their minds drift together, flowing as naturally as the sea beneath them.

You ache for it.

For that kind of belonging. For that kind of connection to the clan, to the earth, to something that is not observation or distance.

Tonight, something is different.

At the very edge of the village, a lone figure sits with his feet in the water. His posture is tense, shoulders slightly hunched, as if the ocean itself is the only thing holding him upright. You hear him before you see him clearly, a low, broken hum carried on the breeze.

You recognize it immediately.

It is a mourning song.

Something flares inside your chest, sharp and unexpected. His face is hidden in the shadows cast by thick, braided dreadlocks, but the sound of him is unmistakably distressed. There is weight in every note, grief pressed deep into the melody. You do not know him yet, not really, but something in you pulls toward him all the same.

For once, you give in.

You move along the edge of the reef, slow and careful, letting the water carry most of your weight. The waves lap gently against the coral walls, rhythmic and steady. You guide yourself with one hand, fingers trailing through the water as you drift closer, listening.

The song grows clearer.

It is beautiful. Aching. But that is not what stops you.

It is the language.

This is not a Metkayina song.

It is a song of the forest people.

Your breath catches.

This is Jake Sully.

Not just a name whispered through the base or passed between scientists with fascination and caution, but him. The one who learns their ways. The one who becomes one of them. The one who carries war and loss in his bones.

Everything crashes into you at once. This is not how this is supposed to happen. You have plans, careful ones. You are supposed to think this through, decide what you will say, how you will approach him, how to keep yourself safe.

You begin to turn away, preparing to disappear back into the dark water.

“Who’s there?”

His voice cuts through the night.

It is rough and worn down to something raw and unguarded. The sound of it sinks into you, heavy and intimate. You can hear the aftermath of tears in it, the gravel, the depth, the quiet break beneath the strength. You freeze where you are, heart pounding.

You want to hear him again.

Being careful to maintain the proper accent, you respond softly.

“I was listening. I did not realize how close I had gotten.” Your voice is quiet, barely carrying over the waves. “Your song is beautifully tragic.”

There is a pause.

You expect him to turn fully toward you, to question you further, but instead his shoulders rise and fall with a slow breath. When he finally speaks, his voice is lower, steadier than before, though the strain beneath it remains.

“It is not meant to be heard,” he says. “But… I guess the ocean does not keep secrets.”

He shifts slightly, one hand braced against the woven edge of the marui. The water ripples around his calves. He does not look at you.

“They are songs I learned from her people,” he continues. “From the forest. Songs for the dead. For those who do not return.” His gaze drifts back to the water, unfocused, as if he is seeing something far beneath the surface. “All I can do to help is fight. I keep diving through the waves searching for weapons in the destruction and instead seeing them there, just around the hull of a fallen ship.”

His voice tightens on the last words.

You remain still for a moment, letting the water hold you, before slowly swimming the rest of the way to the edge of his marui. The woven fibers brush against your forearms as you rest there, close enough now to feel the warmth radiating from him. When you lift your head, your eyes meet his.

The war lives there.

It is etched deep into his gaze, a constant storm he cannot escape. He does not blame himself, not truly, but he needs to. You can see it in the way his jaw clenches, in the tension running through his shoulders. The warrior in him fights endlessly to take control, to push him forward, to force him to keep moving, keep planning, keep attacking. Anything is better than stillness.

Something about the two sides warring inside him resonates with you.

“Sometimes I feel trapped,” you say quietly. “Like no matter what path I take, it is the wrong one. I find myself needing to blame someone else and myself at the same time. But sometimes…” You hesitate, then finish softly. “Sometimes there is no one to blame.”

The ocean hums quietly around you.

Slowly, without thinking too much about it, you lift your hand and rest it against his knee, partly submerged in the water. The contact is light, tentative.

He flinches instantly.

His reflexes take over as his hand snaps around your wrist. For a split second, his grip is firm, automatic, the response of a soldier who has survived too many close calls. Then he realizes what he is doing.

His hold loosens immediately.

You realize he is not hurting you. He never meant to. His hand trembles slightly as he releases you, fingers lingering for half a second too long before pulling back. He looks startled, almost ashamed.

“Sorry,” he mutters.

You shake your head gently. “It is alright.”

He exhales, dragging a hand down his face. Up close, he looks exhausted. Not just tired, but worn down to the bone. Like something inside him has been pacing a cage for too long with nowhere left to go.

“I do not know how to stop fighting,” he admits. “If I stop, I think I will fall apart.”

You nod, understanding more than you want to.

“Maybe fighting does not always mean attacking,” you offer. “Maybe sometimes it just means surviving the night.”

Jake looks at you then, really looks at you. There is no answer in his eyes, only the quiet recognition of someone who knows exactly what you mean.

After a moment, you pull your hand back and ease away from the marui.

“I should go,” you say softly.

He does not stop you.

You slip back into the water, letting the sea close around you, and swim toward the distant silhouette of the ship. The sounds of the village fade behind you, replaced by the steady rhythm of your own breathing. When you reach the docking bay, you guide your avatar body into its restraints, the familiar hum of machinery surrounding you once more.

You settle in, letting the link connect. It's hard going back. It almost hurts, but you do it anyway. You are not Metakayina, not even Omatikaya, you're just a small human.

[unnpopular-blog]

An Updated and Necessary NaruSasu FicRec Masterlist for 2025.

2026 Edition Here!

Ongoing fics:

I rarely read incomplete fics, but these were just irresistible.

1.The Baby Screams by trashygivenchy Sasuke hasn’t seen his childhood best friend—and the only person he’s ever truly been in love with—since they were eighteen; fourteen whole years ago. He has a wife and a successful career; he moved on, accepting he’d never see Naruto again. Until he finds himself in Naruto’s restaurant, confronted by his own devastating passivity.

- Pure desire, sexual tension, and regrets. Modern Setting, AU. I feel like the author kept them in character, but they've been able to add more to NaruSasu. Edit: Nov/25 - This fic is now Complete! Go read it ASAP.

2. Through the lens by moonshine_dust Naruto Uzumaki never expected a routine school visit to change anything in his life. He was just there to give a safety talk, crack some jokes, and go back to his boring shift. But then he met Menma, a quiet kid with a camera. And when his mysterious, sharp-eyed father walks in, Naruto finds himself tangled in something he never saw coming. Between school drop-offs, accidental run-ins, and stolen snapshots, Naruto starts seeing a different side of Sasuke Uchiha—the devoted father, the tired man, the one he can’t seem to get out of his head. Maybe keeping the streets safe wasn’t the only thing worth protecting.

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This one is just distilled sweetness. The idea of Sasuke as a parent may seem OOC, but the author clearly knows what they're doing. The writing and pacing are great, too. Also, Police Officer Naruto! 3.Beyond a Reasonable Doubt by slushyluvrr Naruto shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Nothing really. Passed by, saw you licking your coffee lid like some kind of feral animal, figured I’d stop in. ”Sasuke’s grip on the pen tightened. “I wasn’t licking it.” “You totally were.” “I was preventing a spill.” Naruto raised an eyebrow. “With your tongue?”

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The description may not give you clues about the plot, but this is a Lawyer NaruSasu fic! They're old-time friends who split up and discovered each other once more when Sasuke goes back to town. The scenes are great, and there is something heartbreaking about them.

Please give all of these fics a read and a comment to encourage authors! I'm always amazed and grateful to be able to read this for free.

Complete fics:

1.After The World Fell Down by zephyras13 Naruto has been fighting a war for the life of his neighborhood for the past four years, with no end in sight. His world is violent, arbitrary, and ruthless, but it is simple. It makes sense. And then Uchiha Sasuke fucks everything up. SN EXCHANGE FIC. - This is my favorite SNS fic for many reasons. Fantastic worldbuilding, character descriptions, and fights! This is a true action-romance drama. Naruto is a tragic character, missing his old life before his city was invaded. The author managed to write a suffocating story with an added hopeful romance plotline. Please, please, read and give it love.

2. That Which Comes Easy by ShimaShips Naruto and Sasuke watch a movie about lost love. The resulting conversation brings up questions about the meaning of love and whether Naruto's feelings for Sasuke are really so brotherly after all. - A second favorite. Feeling realizations kind of fic, Non-AU, and canon divergent. It's sweet, nostalgic, and it respects it's characters.

3.Aftermath by CanineKitten Naruto is tired of seeing Sasuke leave again and again. This time he’s going with him. - A classic.

4.heart for brains by almostprimary A spray of champagne hitting the back of Naruto’s neck snaps him out of his thoughts. He turns towards the direction of fire, and standing behind the bottle is none other than Sasuke himself. “Distracted, Uzumaki?” he asks, a smirk growing wider on his face. Something hot flares up inside of Naruto, a unique brand of rage that only surfaces when Sasuke is around. He wants to wipe that smirk right off of Sasuke’s face. Naruto, shiny new Scuderia Ferrari driver and Sasuke Uchiha, Red Bull Racing driver and Naruto's sworn rival, compete for the Formula One World Driver's Championship. - This is another one of my constant re-reads. I love it when stories show and don't tell, and I think this is one of those authors who manages to convey their intentions through scenes.

5.homesick for a mountain's song by kintou

This one doesn't need a description because it's a LITERARY CLASSIC. But if there's a poor soul who hasn't read it, do yourself a favor.

6.No One is Coming by wedonotsow

In the bleak winter on the frontline there was only dark skies, the smell of gunpowder, unrelenting snowfalls, and the enemy. Thankfully, there was also Sasuke.

Military and Modern AU. Narusasu. TW for brief knife violence and dark themes. - It's PAINFUL to notice this fic being overlooked for so long. Where do I start? Although it is tragic and realistic in a painful way, this short story captures SNS's appeal and love amid a war. It mixes canon themes with its own version of Konoha.

7. Come Spring by Panlock

Four times Sasuke doesn't express his feelings and the one time he does. Every time he looks at Naruto it's like this. There are so many things he wants to say but he always bites his tongue. He never shows his hand. A few times he has put words on paper but these messages were always destroyed before anyone could know their secrets. Those words are clawing at his throat right now, demanding to be set free.

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Must experience this read with no spoilers or information. Sorry.

8.your love is sunlight by frogsterz

“Does it make you sad?” Sasuke murmured, voice barely louder than the din of the restaurant. “That there’s nothing left of our childhood. How many times can you rebuild the city you lost before it’s no longer the city you love?”

“Endlessly,” said Naruto at once.

(Unsuited to post-war peace, Uzumaki Naruto is waiting for something to happen in his life again. Enter Sasuke.)

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Annd this is another one of my favorites. I've read it three times since it was published, and I always discover more things to love about it. It is painful; the longing and melancholy can be read through the author's words. Ugh! I fucking love it.

9. everything rough by youngamerican

The first thing that Sasuke says to Naruto after four years is, “I knew they would send you.” The first thing Naruto says to Sasuke after four years is, “You’re an asshole.” - I like it when fics have action scenes, and this one will entertain and fix our broken hearts after that terrible fever dream of an ending.

10.When spring comes by blushyfreckles

“Say, Naruto…what sort of flowers would you give your girlfriend?”

Naruto blinked, his hands tucked lazily behind his head as he shuffled his legs. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Why are you asking him, he doesn’t even have a girlfriend —“ Kiba’s obnoxious response came right away, without letting Naruto reconsider the question coming from Shikamaru, who scratched at his neck, peeved, his overwhelmed attitude of someone who wasn’t used to gifting women, or gifting anyone for that matter.

Naruto huffed, and turned to Kiba, falling back easily into his provocative remarks and Choji’s nonchalant agreement, while shoving another thin piece of chip into his mouth. “I don’t have a girlfriend yet, but I know damn well enough what women would like unlike you —“

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This one is short, and so so so sweet. This is an author who clearly knows what they're doing, and I feel like they know Sasuke's character too well, and can capture his essence in a few words. READ EVERYTHING MADE BY THIS AUTHOR!

11. Beneath the Surface by Charlotteee12

The case was simple.

On paper, anyway. Maison Mizūmi, an ultra-exclusive, high-end ryokan nestled in the middle of nowhere, had racked up a string of missing guests over the last month. No leads, no bodies, just eerie vanishing acts. The only pattern? Every guest had checked in as part of a couple.

So here they were. Naruto and Sasuke. Undercover.

As a couple. - This one is a breath of fresh air and just fun fun fun to read. It is a detective AU series, but I haven't read the rest of the fics.

12.A quiet life with you by blushyfreckles

I won't paste the description! Go read EVERYTHING made by blushyfreckles. This human being can narrate a tragic backstory with a few scenes and gives us readers a ton to the imagination.

13. The night is brighter around you by blushyfreckles

I won't paste the description! They are my favorite author, and their writing is subtle, romantic, and deep. I think it's an intense fic encapsulated in a small package. It's a character study and shows, in my eyes, a great understanding of Naruto and Sasuke's relationship. Ugh!! Do yourself a favor and read it.

14. phototaxis by mockingbird_mb

Naruto's hand stays there, hidden by the underside of the table, scorching through the fabric. Neither of them react to it, at least outwardly. So when his fingers scrape gently along the inside of Sasuke’s thigh, it’s like nothing’s happened. Nothing is happening. Nothing ever happens.

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This one hurts in all the right ways. Human characters with guilt and self-sabotaging behaviors that feel real, relatable, and faithful to canon, with a twist.

15. Five Star Hotels. by trashygivenchy

But Sasuke stopped lying to himself a long time ago, when Naruto uppercut the shit out of him and softly insisted for the millionth time that they were friends with a claim on each other’s pain, despite the missing arms, especially with the missing arms.

The arrangement was nice because of Naruto. He came back to Konoha each time for Naruto and Naruto alone.

Then Naruto went and got a girlfriend.

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This one made me feel like I was a voyeur watching something unfold (and I shouldn't have, lol). This is yearning personified.

16. before you leave again by moonlithic

Naruto has been in love with Sasuke for years. Even though Sasuke was constantly gone, his feelings never went away.

He kept it to himself. Until this time.

- Just, excellent. Lovely writing. Healing. Skin-cleansing. Revitalizing. Amazing. Beautiful. Realistic.

17. Fate, Don't Fail Me Now by RosaLui (Restricted)

The twin suns rose. Scorched the sand below. Set.

Naruto Uzumaki wore his clothes thin, fixed his droids with callused hands, and brought himself to school. Failed out. Applied to the Academy. Failed out of that too. Worked. Sweated. Stared at the binary stars and dreamed that he was meant for more, for better, than dying here.

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I am a firm beliaver that we need more AU fics in this fandom. This is a StarWars inspired fic, and it was COOL af. Very sensual too.

18.Long, Long Shall I Rue Thee (a translation) by snowypreyer

"Death comes in phases."

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This is another one of my top SNS fics. I felt like I was reading an award-winning novella all throughout. The author was immensely creative and decided to narrate Narusasu's story via another character. It is subtle, smart, and heartbreaking, but overall, it is beautiful.

19.Pyretos by Atanih88 (Restricted) Sasuke came to stand closer. Naruto watched him, taking in the easy strides and the way Sasuke’s face remained devoid of expression as he took in Naruto’s wounds.

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Holy fuck. Tension. Slowburn.

20. where you go, i'm going by anntea

It's been years since Sasuke ran away from Konoha, years since he left the orphanage and his best friend behind. The last thing he wants to do is go back, but he does.

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Just. Stunning. Modern AU replica (or retelling?) of their stories in canon. Loss. Pain and Longing. 21. The Gaijin and the Rōnin by KoeblDvd

In feudal Japan, Sasuke Uchiha encounters a mysterious man who aids him in navigating the political turmoil of the impending Shogunate.

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Based on the 6th ending, where they're Samurai. 22. Nescit Cedere by cupricanka If you need someone to save your baby, Naruto is your guy. He, after all, doesn’t know how to give up.

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It is mostly horror, but the underlying romance complements the creepiness and impact of the fic. The characters are fantastic and well-written. Don't read if you're prone to nightmares. 23. homeward by mnee

Sasuke returns to Konoha.

Or, more accurately, to Naruto. - God. I feel like writing my opinion would mean spoiling this fic. This fic is INTENSE, brutal, hopeful, sweet, delicate, and artistic. This is one of the authors you can use to post deep quotes on Instagram, lol.

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F a v o r i t e F i c s O f 2 0 2 5

As a long time reader of One Direction fan fiction, 2025 has been an amazing year for fics! I read so many incredible fics this year, so please check out all my recs for the year here! Below you will find fics that made me laugh, brought me comfort, filled my heart with joy, brought me to tears, or had me yelling into my pillow. I share these with you all not to say these fics are "better" than others, but to say thank you to the writers who have left their mark on me with their stories.

To all our fandom's writers, thank you for the gift of your fics! Sending much love to you for 2026!

- Louis / Harry -

🩷 hold me like a knife by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 109k, mafia au) Louis ’Blue Eyes’ Tomlinson is a thing of legend, a bit of a mystery really, a shadow in the fringes of the eye. There are rumors around the precinct that he wasn’t even born, just crawled out of the sewage left on the street after a strong storm. When people begin to go missing, it begins a race against time to solve who is behind the attacks and why the bodies keep getting dumped in Louis' territory.

🩷 The Titan Protocol by @silverstuff50

(E, 54k, Omegaverse) In a world where omegas have to navigate complex and prejudiced power dynamics, Louis, an omega scientist, finds himself entangled with Harry, an enigma alpha like no other – the most powerful in the world – a Titan Alpha. As they explore their deepening bond, they uncover dark secrets within the research programme Louis has worked so hard to contribute to.

🩷 (but maybe all along) i'm afraid by localopa / @voulezloux

(T, 39k, roommates) the five stages of realizing you’ve been in love with your best friend, who definitely doesn’t feel the same, this whole time.

🩷  Rogue omega by @loretheloner

(M, 38k, omegaverse) Louis is a rogue on the run from his birth pack, who want to kill him because he’s a male omega. A story about prejudice, prophecies, and rejection. Also a story about kindness, resilience and soulmates.

🩷 All I've Ever Known by @haztobegood

(E, 34k, Pride & Prejudice au) “It is a truth universally acknowledged that anybody that wants to live in a tiny home must be lacking in both taste and sense.”

🩷 In This World (It's Just Us) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 33k, fantasy) Louis participates in a scientific study, but everything is not what it seems.

🩷 Like I Said — On Your Own Now by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 30k, Advent fic) Twenty four Christmas Eves. One Christmas. One set of blueprints. Five friends. The worst puzzle ever created.

🩷 it's time to begin by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 29k, coffee shop) Caught in a time loop and reliving the same day over and over, Louis is determined to try anything to get out of it. Even if that means overcoming his fears.

🩷 two (left) feet in front of me by whatabadchoice / @lydiejo

(E, 26k, disaster gay Harry) Six minutes and twenty-two seconds into the recording, DomiFreq is describing how much they miss Harry, how much they want to pull his hair and hold him down when Harry glances around the café as inconspicuously as possible. And, oh. That’s… That’s Louis Tomlinson.

🩷 storm coming, rain soaking, blind hoping by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze

(E, 23k, strangers to lovers) Harry didn’t expect much when he boarded a train to the countryside for a party with near-strangers and rich kids he barely knew. He definitely didn’t expect to fall for Louis — charming, sharp, and impossible to read — over the course of one long, stormy night.

🩷 can we please get back to loving? by journeytothepast / @suckerforhome

(E, 20k, famous/famous au) exes to lovers AU where Harry and Louis have to meet up with each other after their sex tape gets leaked.

🩷 Too Young by @jaerie

(E, 18k, omegaverse) accidentally bonded as 8 and 10 year olds, Louis starts resenting Harry once they were old enough for him to realize what had been taken away from him and now they're roommates who fuck out of obligation

🩷 I Left My Heart In Every Chorus by FelintoGirl / @felinto-girl

(G, 15k, friends to lovers) The five times a pining Harry sang karaoke with his friend Louis, who didn’t get the gist of the song selections, and the one time Louis finally got it.

🩷 the inconvenience of wanting you by @tracksuitponytail

(M, 14k, omegaverse) Alpha Louis Tomlinson loves music, his balcony overlooking an unkempt garden, and (most of all) his solitude. When omega Harry Styles moves into the downstairs flat with four-legged company and a love of gardening, Louis is determined to despise the disruption and keep his distance. 

🩷 lost stars by tommolinson / @minddpalaces

(M, 14k, addiction) a story about losing and finding yourself again (and finding love within yourself, and others)

🩷 Wordplay 2025 (series) by @kingsofeverything

(NR, 12k, misunderstandings) Harry is the definition of a disaster gay and Louis has never heard of that phrase, so they’re just like 🔀

🩷 A Very Merry Donny Christmas by @prettystylinson

(G, 12k, coffee shop) Louis hates Christmas. Truly, deeply, with a passion. Too much cheer, too many twinkly lights, and worst of all...It always overshadows his birthday. But when he crosses paths with a relentlessly festive café owner who practically sparkles with holiday spirit, Louis might just discover that the season isn't as unbearable as he always thought.

🩷 Running Through The Garden by juniperlightning / @juniperlightningwrites

(E, 11k, photographer Harry) Character A buys a house with a big garden to have the opportunity to relax while gardening. Turns out character B is a loud, football loving person, who loves to play in his garden. When the ball ends up on the wrong side of the fence more than once, there is not only irritation between the neighbours.

🩷 Something Worth Crying About by @yoursolosong

(E, 11k, omegaverse) Omega Louis tells his best friend how he’s never cried during sex. Alpha Harry takes that as a challenge.

🩷 chasin' the high (but it was always you) by kingofthefridaynight

(G, 10k, friends to lovers) the one where there's always something standing in their way and they keep missing their chance. Until they don't.

🩷 Roll Like Thunder by croisblue / @forwhatiam

(M, 9k, disabled Louis) When quadriplegic Louis Tomlinson's therapist recommends he see a surrogate partner, he panics, thinking this is yet another way he's being belittled for his disability. 

🩷 Zero Complications by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry

(T, 8k, grief) Harry and Louis have only been on two dates so far, but things seem to be going great between the two of them. What happens when the third date ruins everything?

🩷 snowflakes in my stomach by staybeautiful / @harruandlou

(E, 8k, silver fox Louis) It's nearly Christmas and Harry is single and third-wheeling at a pub when he thinks he sees his ex's dad. If he wasn't a little tipsy, maybe he would have been able to keep his mouth shut.

🩷 softness as a weapon by @ursulalequeen

(NR, 7k, friends to lovers) Harry tries on a lingerie set. Louis walks in with a hard on and a personal mission to make him believe he’s pretty.

🩷 the perfect sky is torn by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 6k, crack) Louis and Harry both think it's a coincidence that strange things start to happen when they break up. It's not.

🩷  Birthday Boyfriend by @emmli28

(M, 6k, meet cute) It’s Harry’s birthday, and he has had a rather shitty day, to be honest. That changes the moment a complete stranger sits down across from him at a bar and decides to make it the best birthday ever.

🩷 Fall With You by pointerbrother / @pointerbrotherblog

(E, 6k, canon) Harry and Louis are stuck in a hotel suite together watching the Euros 2020 final because they tested positive for Covid, and Louis is quite caught up in the game. Meanwhile, Harry is caught up in Louis.

🩷 Squeegee and Skin by finelinefeelings

(E, 6k, pwp) Harry is a self proclaimed exhibitionist. Louis comes to clean the windows. Harry does what Harry does best.

🩷 Unmatched by @elleseekeepdriv

(E, 6k, exes) the one where Louis and Harry are exes but they match on Tinder.

🩷 Don't Delete The Kisses by @louislittletomlintum

(T, 5k, friends to lovers) The first time that Louis realised he was in love with Harry it was with a fag hanging half out of his mouth and staring in through a grubby kitchen window, caked in years of debris. five times louis is longing and one time he isn't

🩷 The Nestuary by @homosociallyyours

(T, 5k, omegaverse) Louis has never gotten the hang of nesting, so when she gets an Instagram ad for a nest building service, she worries it's too good to be true. It's not, fortunately. She's hooked.

🩷 One Bright Morning by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 3k, girl direction) Without telling her best friend, Louis posts a TikTok asking the internet what it is about her that makes everyone think she's gay. When she finally tells her best friend, Harry, she naturally wants to help Louis figure herself out.

🩷 With a View by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(E, 3k, roommates) Louis is angry, wet, and… sexy. When his new roommate Harry comes home earlier than expected and catches him trying to blow off some steam, Louis can’t quite bring himself to stop.

🩷 (Do Not) Press Play by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(E, 2k, roommates) Harry receives a curious text from Louis.

🩷 Personal Injury by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(T, 1k, doctor Louis) When Harry finds himself in A&E after breaking his wrist in a very Harry way, his nerves at being tended to by an incredibly fit doctor lead him to share story after story of his clumsiness.

🩷 Take my hand. (Take my whole life, too.) by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(NR, 666 words, The Green Ribbon au) "Okay, but," Zayn prods during a drunken catch up, "must be something wrong with him." Louis shrugs; guilt bubbles up when he thinks too hard about Harry’s kindness. "Not really." 

- Rare Pairs -

🩷 Let Us Be Lovers by @lululawrence

(NR, 27k, Louis/Diego Luna) Louis and Diego were only supposed to have a one night stand. When Diego’s parents unexpectedly turn up the morning after, Louis finds himself getting a crash course in Mexican culture and Diego’s family, and quite possibly the healing he didn’t even realize he still needed.

🩷 'Cause I'm a Hard Man to Lose by @louislittletomlintum

(E, 9k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where louis is an actor in a murder mystery troupe and nick is doing his best to play along

🩷 Wanna Feel You Sweat by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(M, 5k, Louis/Pedro Pascal) the one where Louis is a professional footballer sidelined temporarily by a knee injury. His trainer suggests he try indoor cycling to build his strength back. Surprisingly the class is not as awful as Louis expected, but the gorgeous and captivating instructor named Pedro might have something to do with that

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意外事故 (Accidental Incident) by TheTarr on AO3

Summary:

丘比特犯了个错误！(Cupid made a mistake!)

Everyone i beg of you please read this fic it's truly so so good and look at this fic cover!!! Even through Google translate it's so funny and the author captures their personalities so well I'm obsessed with carcar once again!!

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☼ superbat ficrecs ‧₊˚ ☽

Rockin' The Casbah by TheResurrectionist

Summary:

Someone starts a rumor about a certain pair of founders and a certain piece of League furniture. Title from a song by The Clash.

Disabling Masks by frozenpotions

Summary:

Bruce doesn't think Clark can handle playacting as his boyfriend for an investigation. Clark eventually proves him wrong, in the horniest way possible. For Superbat Week 2024. Day 4: This Is a Love Story/This Is a Detective Story

Cardiac Contingencies by chillestavenger

Summary:

When Bruce needs somewhere to hide Harley Quinn from the Joker's wrath, Clark doesn't think twice about offering up the Fortress of Solitude. He's happy to help, and not too worried about his own safety. What Clark fails to consider is how insightful and meddling a bored Harley Quinn can be, especially when it comes to Clark's feelings about a certain cowled coworker.

The Bet by Mawiiish

Summary:

Clark makes a bet mid-mission and Bruce has no choice but to accept. He has no idea what Clark is planning but "the loser doing whatever the winner wants" sounds both awful and... intriguing. -- “I bet I can disassemble the bomb before you can,” Clark says, voice giddy and excited. “What,” Bruce says, because what? “I bet-” “I heard you,” Bruce interrupts. “This isn’t a joke, Superman.” “I know,” Clark says, and Bruce sighs a little in relief. Then Clark continues: “I’m still gonna be faster than you, though.”

The Proposal by BlackBat_of_El

Summary:

Bruce Wayne is under suspicion of being The Batman, and to get the investigators off his tail, he needs to prove that he is a normal billionaire with normal relationships that tie him to the mundane world. The problem is, the only way to do that is to lie and say he’s about to get married to Clark Kent, the shy reporter from The Daily Planet who also happens to be Superman.

10 Ways to Integrate Yourself Into Human Society (and not Conquer it) by prisonmechanic

Summary:

Superman tries his best to always, without fail, be human. Which isn't always an easy task. It was easier as Clark sure; a human man with a human job and human interests, but the world needed Superman, who definitely was not human. In those moments he shed his outer layers, the polite meek layers of a small-town man doing his best in the big city and became something else entirely—something inhuman; Kryptonian. Unfortunately for him, Batman Can see straight through him.

who's coming to dinner by shipyrds

Summary:

Beyond the onslaught of comestibles are Ma and Pa Kent. They’re seated next to each other, which isn’t traditional, and also makes this feel even more like a job interview Bruce is failing. He thinks. He’s never actually had a job interview, never mind failed at one. That may be part of the problem. “So,” he begins, a tentative foray into the awkward silence broken only by the sounds of Jonathan’s fork scraping mashed potatoes onto his plate. “How’s the, ah, harvest this year?” “Bad,” Jonathan says, and does not elaborate. -- Three visits to Smallville over a year.

joyride by pomeloquat

Summary:

Clark needs to defeat his greatest rival for Bruce's affection: the Batmobile. For Bottom Bruce Wayne October day 16: on patrol | showing off.

slumberland by pomeloquat

Summary:

Bruce has shared a bed with Clark many times before without incident. It's only recently that it's become...strange. For Bottom Bruce Wayne October day 2: somnophilia.

Caring for Cattle by Rgfellows

Summary:

“Do you have much experience caring for cows?” Batman asked. Clark stared. He tried to process the question. He kept staring. Batman offered nothing further to elaborate. “Cows?” He finally asked. Batman gave a small sigh from his nose. He was as close to fidgeting as Clark had ever seen him. “Yes. Cows." Clark learns more about his very secretive friend thanks to a very unexpected set of circumstances.

how to date a superhero (series) by solomonara

Description:

Someone spots the Batman kissing Mild Mannered Reporter Clark Kent. Hijinks ensue.

Baby Blues by HeartfulCakes

Summary:

Bruce scoffs. “I’m not letting your son fly around in a polo. His identity is more an issue than bullets. Still best to be safe.” He pats the super suit box. Clark takes it like it’ll blow up. “Are you going to come to Jon’s eighteenth birthday bringing birds and bees? A box of condoms? All this protection speech.” He means it as a joke but he kind of wants to fly into the sun for a few hours after the comment. “No, Clark,” Bruce snorts. “This is your condom. I know you don’t know what that is-“ “I might have to die again for you to drop that.” Lois yells from the top of the stairs. “Why are you both still here?! My lawn better not have balloon bits in it,” she starts walking down the stairs and Bruce is already excusing himself. “I said no water balloon fights, why do neither of you listen to me!” ——— When life gives you a kid you don’t want, you raise it with your best friend and the woman that watched you die.

so far from home (to have a stranger call you darling) by magnificentbirb

Summary:

It started with a phone call. (Bruce Wayne keeps getting invited to dinner at the Kent farm.)

Padam Padam by frozenpotions

Summary:

Batman's heartbeat keeps speeding up whenever Clark is around. For instance: when Clark greets him, half-naked, on a Gotham rooftop. Or when he uses his superstrength to save a busload of schoolchildren. Or sometimes even just when he smiles. Clearly the poor man is terrified of him.

Rainy Days by Mawiiish

Summary:

He nearly drops his jaw at the sight that greets him. He expected- well, he doesn’t really know what or who he expected but Bruce Wayne hauling himself through his window soaking wet was not it. -- OR: Clark's been hurt in a fight and Bruce Wayne - not Batman - shows up at his bedroom window.

I Never Trust a Playboy (But They Love Me) by the_oncoming_stormageddon

Summary:

Clark knows he should be staying out of Gotham's business; Batman had made that perfectly clear when he joined the League. But if Bruce Wayne really is the danger Clark thinks he is, then Batman deserves a full powerpoint presentation, at least. Title taken from "I Did Something Bad" by Taylor Swift.

I Want You by LittleDiscoveredStars

Summary:

When Batman introduces Superman as his partner, Clark gets the wrong idea. (Based off a Tumblr post)

Seventy-Two Hours by rotasha

Summary:

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.

Amatory Polygons (series) by frozenpotions

Summary:

It starts like this. Clark Kent has a hopeless crush on a woman who's out of his league. Bruce Wayne has a newly-acquired kid he feels ill-equipped to raise. Superman is still finding his feet. And Batman has an unshakeable suspicion that Superman surely can't be all that he seems. Things can only get more complicated from there.

better men have hit their knees by TheResurrectionist

Summary:

Trust me, that look said, like it always did, I’ll fix this.

Careless by TheCourtSorcerer

Summary:

“Woah!” They froze. A wolf whistle echoed through the conference room behind Bruce. Colour flooded Clark’s face. He dropped his hands from Bruce’s hair in a rush and quickly helped him pull his cowl back on before Bruce backed up and helped him to his feet off the table. The awkward tension was thick enough to cut. Or Bruce & Clark decide to spend some post-mission time together in the conference room. Unfortunately, they seem to forget there was a meeting planned...

tactile by pomeloquat

Summary:

Clark clearly has some sort of problem with Bruce's hands, but for once won't be forthright about it, so Bruce will simply have to get to the bottom of things himself.

By Any Other Name by rotasha

Summary:

Clark thought he had a pretty good idea of what a relationship with Bruce Wayne would be like. He thought wrong. He especially wasn’t expecting Bruce’s affinity for pet names. He isn’t complaining about it, though.

Use Your Words by Mawiiish

Summary:

“You like it, huh?” He said, not really a question. “You like it when I tell you all the dirty thoughts I have while I fuck you?” The responding moan was agreement enough for Clark to continue. He straightened his back as he grabbed Bruce’s hips again with renewed fervor. He ground his hips against Bruce’s ass, just once before pulling back. Slamming back in he closed his eyes as he let his thoughts run to his mouth, not filtering through any of them.

takes one to know one (the love square) by soetry

Summary:

Superman is infatuated with Bruce Wayne. Batman is infatuated with Clark Kent. Looking at it that way, it really shouldn't be as complicated as it is.

No appointment necessary by orphean

Summary:

Clark was rubbing circles on Bruce’s slacks, each circle moving him further up Bruce’s thighs. ‘Something to remember me by while I’m gone?’ Clark leaned his cheek against the inside of Bruce’s thigh, close enough to his crotch that each of his breaths, even through two layers of cloth, felt like a caress. ‘Is Superman gonna blow me in my office?’ Bruce was certain that no one else in the world had ever seen Superman smile like that, dirty and excited.

mouse bites or something idk by the_oncoming_stormageddon

Summary:

Bruce Wayne is the head of the diagnostics department at Gotham-Bludhaven Teaching Hospital. In between interesting cases, he sets his sights on a new mystery: namely, who is Clark Kent, Head of Oncology, trying to impress with that new tie? Aka, it's a superbat House MD au

Malleable by rabbit-factory (LifetimeMovie)

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It feels wrong to pull this hard, and Clark can feel the minute way the muscle fibers strain and resist as Clark moves, how the bone drags for what feels like a century before it gives with a soft pop and settles back into the joint. If Clark hadn’t been so close, hadn’t been him, he doubts he would have been able to hear the noise that Bruce makes, soft and punched out, as his shoulder moves unnaturally back into place. --- As the only human on the team, Bruce sometimes needs a little help staying in fighting form. Who is Clark to deny that help?

A Freezing Heaven by TiniestGoblin (singasirensong)

Summary:

It still throws Bruce for a loop, how much Clark seems to trust him. Especially after— Well. After everything. “You think he’s in the ship,” he says, watching as Diana nods. “If he is, you are the only one who can reach him.” Her voice is grave, eyes imploring. He sighs like he’s being put out, though he suspects they both know there was very little Bruce wouldn’t do when it came to Clark. “I’ll fuel up the jet.”

Pollen, Pregnancy, and Pining: The Struggles of Bruce Wayne by Anonymous

Summary:

While on a mission on an alien planet, Bruce and Clark find themselves in a field of mystical flora. The consequences of being hit by the flora's pollen are immediate - and, as Bruce finds out, long-lasting. 9 months long-lasting, to be exact.

The Wonders We Seek Within Us by frozenpotions

Summary:

Clark has never been able to figure out his own… equipment. As any loving boyfriend would, Bruce offers to aid him on his journey of self-discovery. For Superbat Week 2024. Day 3: Xenobio Extravaganza

Bells will ring, the sun will shine by psychomachia

Summary:

The Kryptonians are up to something, but it's probably not getting Bruce drunkenly hitched to Kal-El.

over easy by shipyrds

Summary:

Clark is blushing, his face turned away. And then Bruce's knuckle brushes the front of Clark's jeans and something- wriggles. Clark has alien junk that's it that's the fic. can I offer you an egg in these trying times?

there ain't no star that shines by amosanguis

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“I'm not the same person I was back in high school,” Clark says, “and I doubt they all are, either. What would be the point?” “Oh, Clark,” Bruce is suddenly holding Clark's face with both of his hands, “the point is that I'm going to land us in a helicopter somewhere for all your classmates to see.” Clark sighs and closes his eyes. “Say 'yes', Clark,” Bruce orders. Clark doesn't open his eyes, just says, “Yes, Clark.”

little meow meow by pomeloquat

Summary:

Due to a magical mishap, Bruce ends up with some feline appendages (and tendencies). Clark and the kids are Going Through It for entirely different reasons.

Who's Missing Something? by littlegh0st

Summary:

Barry realizes that Batman and Superman are definitely in love and he wants to help them get together. If only he also realized they've been together for years.

Take a Seat by elizabethgee

Summary:

Clark has a very interesting reaction to watching Bruce do pull ups with weights chained around his waist.

Took You Long Enough by Mawiiish

Summary:

Bruce's kids bully him into trying to confess to Clark. Try being the key word, because Bruce is not good at feelings. It all culminates on his birthday. -- “Why don’t you Brucie him?” Jason said offhandedly. He was flipping through a book, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. He was just as much in this ambush as the others. “What?” Bruce croaked intelligently. “Brucie him,” Dick said, a smile growing on his face. “That’s actually a good idea, Jay.”  “I only have good ideas.” Nobody wanted to comment on that. 

push the sky away by bleakmidwinter

Summary:

Superman and Batman mutually agree upon an arrangement to fix their touch starvation, though scheduled snuggling doesn't bode well for the romantic feelings creeping under the surface of their already passionate friendship.

‘cause your lips taste like peppermint by butchyaoi

Summary:

Today is the day. In the next ten minutes, Bruce will nonchalantly go in for a kiss from Clark and either come out the other side with a partner or a rejection. (Bruce has a plan. Clark doesn’t stick to it.)

Clark Kent vs. The Wayne Family Values by quiddd

Summary:

Life as Bruce Wayne’s paramour is hardly the glamorous, erotic grope-fest the tabloids made it out to be. They mostly do normal things like nag each other about work, eat takeout, make love, and put forth semi-respectable efforts at communication. Life as Batman’s paramour, on the other hand, promises a slightly less conventional set of experiences.

Batwheels of Desire by hastybusiness

Summary:

Clark has a kink, and Bruce is determined to not destroy the sanctity of his car.

fallin' for him was like fallin' from grace by Resacon1990

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“But Bruce isn’t gay?” Clark points out, and there’s an awkward moment of everyone clearing their throats and avoiding Clark’s eyes until he turns to stare at Bruce. “Are you?” Bruce blinks for a moment before offering a sheepish smile. “I’m not… not?” he offers, and Clark feels his brain just about short-circuit at the news. Or, five times Clark finds himself falling for Bruce, and the one time he does something about it.

don't you know an apparition is a cheap date by knoxoursavior

Summary:

Loosely based on Crimson Peak (2015) Clark has been able to see ghosts since he was eight, just a few days before his Pa died in his sleep. Years later, after having moved to the city with Martha to pursue writing, Clark meets Bruce Wayne, who takes an interest in his work and Clark in particular. Not long after they meet, Bruce asks Clark to marry him and Clark moves into a mansion that has more ghosts than it has people.

The Downsides to a Secret Identity by liodain

Summary:

Bruce Wayne has taken a shine to Clark Kent, but Clark is more interested in the Bat of Gotham. The Bat, however, has it in for the Superman in a big way. Clark should probably have considered that before falling quite so hard. They're working together to track down some missing Kryptonian weaponry, after all... Written for the Superbat Reverse Bang 2018!

failsafe by lesbianchrispine

Summary:

They’re each other’s kill switch; but, like, in a totally romantic way.

Convergent Evolution by architeuthis

Summary:

Clark's Batman impersonation goes fine, until Bruce has to help him out of the suit.

Fever by linndechir

Summary:

Clark showed up at the lake house in the middle of the night, feverish, out of control, and terrified of hurting someone. He asked Bruce to chain him up to make sure he wasn't a danger to anyone. It didn't occur to him that bringing himself in close proximity to the person he wanted most while his body was going haywire might not have been his best idea.

Teachable Moments by manic_intent

Summary:

Clark knew that ‘Bruce Wayne’ was an act, one that was decades-old, that smile, the clothes, even the way Bruce stood, slightly hunched, making his imposing height look less threatening. The blank look in his eyes, the limp handshake, the lazy guileless smile: they were all as much Bruce’s armour as his suit’s vambraces and cowl. Some days, though, watching Bruce work the rounds, Clark wasn’t entirely sure if Bruce himself remembered where the mask stopped and where the real Bruce bled in. The ballerina’s lipstick left a red smear on Bruce’s pristine white collar, and Bruce looked at it and laughed, delighted, drunken. Clark looked away, a sour clench in his gut. He was going to have to leave or something was going to break.

two years in the making by knoxoursavior

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Bruce’s mornings are usually spent in bed, trying to ignore the pain in his hips and his knees as he finally gets up and answers Alfred’s insistent calls to breakfast. He expects to find Alfred waiting patiently in the kitchen, arms crossed and ready to tie Bruce to a chair if he needs to. Instead, there’s Clark Kent, eating his toast and drinking his orange juice and decidedly not dead. Alfred could’ve warned him.

when you're really wanting more by susiecarter

Summary:

Bruce might never have figured it out at all if it hadn't been for the sex curse. (It's not actually a sex curse. But for Clark, it's pretty close.)

Sunshine On A Cloudy Day by even_atlas

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Bruce lets himself be guided by Clark’s hands, his head falling back to let the suds be washed out. Clark can’t help the spark of amazement at the pliant surrender, the softness of his throat vulnerable to the open room. “I’ve never seen you so relaxed,” he comments in awe. And it’s true. Even in the safety of the Batcave, even in Wayne Manor, he’s never seen Bruce look so…small. “Tired,” Bruce mutters dismissively. Clark knows he must be. It’s been two days since they left the prison where Clark was being kept, and who knows how long he was searching before he finally found him. But Clark’s seen him push on with less sleep and more exertion than this. He won’t complain, though. It’s a privilege to see Bruce like this. To be trusted like this.

I only dream of you by ionia

Summary:

Every two months, Superman disappears to his fortress. Until one day, he shows up at the Watchtower and he's in rut. Luckily for him, Bruce is more than willing to help, and they make an agreement to share a bed every time Clark goes into rut. This Clark and Bruce are a little depraved for each other, but neither of them knows. Edit: now with a fourth chapter!

sooner or later by TheResurrectionist

Summary:

Five times Kryptonian people, animals, and tech tried to tell Clark that his mate was pregnant, and the one time he figured it out himself.

But The Yearning by even_atlas

Summary:

He sighs shakily when Clark lightly squeezes his pecs together, thumbing at his nipples. Bruce’s hips shift almost unconsciously, pressing down against the bed. Slick is gathering between his cheeks, a sticky, warm feeling. He feels Clark breathe in deeply behind him, his palms smoothing down to Bruce’s belly and back up, teasing along the waistband of his underwear. “I can smell how wet you are,” Clark says, voice soft and deep. He plucks at Bruce’s nipples again, and Bruce can’t help the little moan he lets out, his head falling back against Clark’s shoulder. Clark kisses his neck. “I want you to feel so good.”

Quieter Without You lostinreeverie

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Bruce lingered at the table, packing away his notes slowly as he watched Clark head straight for Ray. The two fell into step naturally, laughing about something—Ray gesturing animatedly while Clark leaned in slightly, nodding with that wide, easy smile of his. Bruce couldn’t hear them, but it didn’t matter. He knew that look. Knew that tone, even when he couldn’t hear the words. They disappeared out the door together, voices muffled to silence as it slid shut behind them. It was fine. He was cool with it. Even if the cold feeling in his gut hadn’t gone away. “Ouch,” said Oliver, sidling up beside him. “Looks like you’ve been replaced, Bats.” Or, Bruce doesn’t get jealous—except maybe when someone starts stealing all of Clark’s attention.

Of Broken Noses And Domino Masks by ok_this_is_love

Summary:

When Bruce Wayne walks into a Justice League meeting sporting a broken nose and just a domino mask to conceal his identity, things spiral into chaos faster than you can say "awkward tension." Featuring a not-so-subtly entranced Hal, a Diana who's just trying to survive this meeting, and a Barry Allen who's absolutely determined to play matchmaker for Batman and Superman.

Come Home to My Heart by rotasha

Summary:

At the end of a bad night, there’s only one thing Bruce needs.

Strangeness and Charm by GiantEyedCrow

Summary:

Bruce and Clark escape a charity gala to spend some quality time together.

oh, you mean my clark? by achilliesonmain

Summary:

Clark is used to getting brushed off by Luthor in his civilian ID. He has worked with Lois to continuously bring the man’s dirty laundry to light, and he’s been covering so many social events for Cat recently that they’ve met face-to-face multiple times. He’s used to Lex’s belittling, and tries his best to seem unaffected. As for Bruce however, the same cannot be said. Superbat Week | Day Four | This Is A Love Story/This Is A Detective Story

a little love to ease the pain by starshotplagues

Summary:

Bruce discovers the merits of letting Clark fuss over his injuries.

Academic Tension™ by orphan_account

Summary:

Clark just wanted to pass finals, not get stuck in a revolving door with Bruce Wayne. Now they’re accidentally cohabiting a study room, the entire campus thinks they’re hooking up, and Bruce keeps calling whatever this is “an efficient collaboration.” They’re really not hooking up in the study room. Probably. Maybe.

Know Me Well by merryofsoul

Summary:

Five times Clark discovers something new about Bruce, and one time Bruce discovers something new about Clark.

Familiar Faces by neymovirne

Summary:

As he walks into the room for an interview, Bruce is not at all prepared to see Superman, in an ill-fitting suit and a pair of glasses, already waiting for him.

Something Bolted Down by deloled

Summary:

“Clark.” His name reached him, ears so fine-tuned to that specific frequency that it could have come from right over his shoulder and not all the way in Gotham. It hadn’t been urgent — not Batman, too hurt to get out of his armor like last time Clark had been called, suddenly, to Gotham. To Bruce, half sprawled over the hood of his car, breath ragged. And it hadn’t been Bruce whining his name from bed like the time before. That had sounded urgent, too. This was distracted, like Bruce was focused on something else. “Blowtorch,” Bruce said. “The small one.”

Or We Could Try by nocanonhere

Summary:

"...We went out tonight and he mentioned that when he went to the website to look at my articles, there was a lot to get through. I was expecting him to say he only ended up reading a few, but no. Bruce, he used a fu-sorry. He used an AI program to sift through my writing to tell him what kind of topics I write about, and what kind of person I am.” -- Clark goes on a terrible date and Bruce decides to date him about it.

More Fun Than Counting Sheep by frozenpotions

Summary:

When Bruce can't sleep, Clark proposes an unconventional solution. (The solution is sex.) For Bruce Wayne Week 2023. Day 7 - Sleep-deprived Bruce.

everybody says by shipyrds

Summary:

"We have brought you here as a final appeal to the being called Super-man, Kal-El of Krypton, in hopes that your presence will induce him to hear our plea for aid in our dispute with the Khigezxans. Please understand you are in no danger here, and you will be kept in comfort and privilege in concession to your status as Kal-El’s soulmate.” Uraa pauses and looks at him a little nervously, awaiting his response. Bruce blinks at them. “Excuse me,” he says, finally. “I think your translator must be malfunctioning. Kal-El’s what?” -- Bruce gets kidnapped. Shenanigans ensue.

take a pic, strike a pose by shipyrds

Summary:

It’s probably a good thing Clark’s in private, because when he does check his notifications he almost cracks his phone in half. Bruce has sent him a picture. He’s in the suit, in the Batcave, and there’s probably other things happening in the picture, but Clark can’t really see any of those, because Bruce is– posing? Or maybe the camera just caught him like that; maybe he just happened to be catching his cape one-handed, setting off the sinuous curve of his bicep, the Bat logo straining across his chest. -- Bruce sends Clark a pic. Unfortunately, it goes out to some other people too.

Kind Truths by Mawiiish

Summary:

Bruce needs help with an undercover mission. Clark can never say no to him even though he probably should before he does something stupid. Like tell Bruce he's in love with him. -- “Why me?” Clark can’t help but ask. He tries his very best to keep his voice level, to not sound as desperate as he feels. “Because I need someone there to watch my back,” Bruce says, a little exasperated. He really shouldn’t have to explain this to Clark of all people, it’s not like they haven’t been on missions together before. “I get that, but what about Diana? Shayera?” Anyone who doesn’t have a big fat crush on Bruce would do.

i feel soon i will sink into you (what do you think?) by starshotplagues

Summary:

It was foolish of Bruce to ever believe that he could be loved like this, and not feel things sometimes.

Heated combat by msOdds

Summary:

"... So why not do it? Why not let his fists do the job? He’d rather be known as a prude than an insatiable bitch..." Every heat, Batman haunts the streets of Gotham and redirects his frustration onto anyone foolish enough to commit crime in his presence. For Alfred’s sanity, the safety of himself and the criminals, he needs to find a different outlet. Enter Superman. (Atypical Omegaverse where heats and ruts only make people extremely horny, or in Bruce’s case, horny and pissed off.) Bottom Bruce Wayne October 2022 day 5: Messy sex // Omega Bruce

Look Before You Leap by rotasha

Summary:

In a TV interview, Superman slips up and reveals that he thinks Batman is the most attractive member of the Justice League. Bruce’s kids find this hilarious. Bruce finds it intriguing.

Super Secret Super Weapon by cattyk8

Summary:

Superman has a superpower only a few people know about. Or, five times Clark used his Super Puppy Dog Eyes on Batman, and one time Bruce used them on him.

Hunger Management by orphan_account

Summary:

Cursed by a magical foe, Batman is turned vampire and bound to crave his deepest desire. The curse’s words are simple: “You will hunger for what you desire most.” For Bruce Wayne, that means Clark Kent... and the hunger goes far beyond blood.

(I Know) Of A Certain Star by indecisive_fan_girl

Summary:

A file was attached. Kal opened it to see a small creature almost completely composed of a large, limpid eye staring at him from the display. Kal closed the report and rested his chin on his hand. His eyes found themselves staring at the blank screen of the gently pulsing scanner. He imagined Batman on that plane circling Starro's mothership. He imagined him collecting a tiny spore and taking that picture. He remembered that tiny, pink star with its huge, shining eye. Perhaps with the capability of being a tiny beacon--or even some sort of dangerous clone. Kal was reluctant to admit it was slightly adorable. Or: When the Justice League calls on the Caretakers for help caring for a certain world-conqueror's spore, Kal learns what it means to face his fears, and maybe even finds somewhere he belongs.

a little push (literally) by mikaminato

Summary:

“You should ask Superman out,” he says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, despite the scowl still on his face. “Why haven’t you done it yet, Father?” It only takes Bruce a moment to find his voice again, and then he sighs as well, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. “Clark and I are just friends, Damian.” “Why?” Damian asks suspiciously, eyeing him like Bruce is trying to hide something. “You don’t find him attractive enough? Strong enough? Intelligent enough? The only flaws I can think of are his insufferable optimism and the way he wears that godforsaken suit, and neither of those is enough of an excuse, Father, really. You have no other viable reason for not having asked him out, correct?” (Or, Bruce had long accepted that his feelings for Clark would remain forever platonic. But sometimes, all it takes is a small push to change everything. And in this case, emphasis on small).

You Will Take the Long Way Down by the_oncoming_stormageddon

Summary:

Clark and Bruce get hit with a spell that lets them read each other’s thoughts and emotions. The problem is that any time Clark so much smiles at Bruce, Bruce starts thinking about Kryptonite and being dangled over a pit of acid. Title taken from "Foolish One" by Taylor Swift.

Bruce Wayne doesn't get jealous by Mawiiish

Summary:

Bruce Wayne does not get jealous. Even if he did, it wouldn't be over Clark. They're friends, nothing more. So why does he feel like screaming every time Clark mentions Lois' name? -- See, it’s not that Bruce doesn’t get where Jay is coming from. He is not the first of Bruce’s children to point out that Bruce has a certain… soft spot for Clark. Even Bruce is willing to admit it himself; Clark is his friend. His best friend. A good man, who cares for his family and Bruce’s too. Someone who would do anything Bruce ever asked. Clark is Bruce’s best friend, who just so happens to be dating Lois Lane.

transparent by pomeloquat

Summary:

Wearing his Superman-themed lingerie to class has exactly the consequences that Bruce was hoping for.

yes, i know your heart by heart by officialzepresentation

Summary:

“No, no,” Bruce shakes his head, briefly looking up through his eyelashes at Clark in a way that has his breath catching in his throat. This is what Bruce is known for, isn't it? "It’s nothing. It’s always my pleasure to talk about my kids.” Clark practically melts, and the twist of Bruce’s lips when he mentions his kids vaguely reminds Clark of a certain armored colleague of his. --- Bruce really shouldn't flirt with Superman when he's both in his civilian identity and unaware of Bruce's identity. But, God, he's so pretty.

Platonically, and Other Lies by TiniestGoblin (singasirensong)

Summary:

If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. (Or: Bruce overhears that not only is Clark a virgin, but Hal Jordan of all people has volunteered to change that. So naturally, he offers himself as a candidate much more suited to the task).

Full Physical by leakypaintpen

Summary:

None of Krypton's surviving records can tell Batman and Superman anything about Kryptonian physiology and medicine. Clearly this hole must be filled. aka: doing it for Science (feelings might be involved too).

blind as a bat by TheCourtSorcerer

Summary:

“Ah, yes,” the reporter nodded, clearing his throat. “Yes… I’m Clark—Clark Kent.” Bruce’s smirk widened. “I know.” “You—how do you—?” Clark’s eyes went wide for a moment, shock written on his face, before he followed the flick of Bruce’s eyes to his chest and breathed out a short laugh. “Right. ID tag. Thing’s a nuisance, honestly.” Or 4 times Bruce & Clark met + 1 time they met.

Persuasive by Anonymous

Summary:

Clark Kent was restraint. He was the shackles that kept a god at bay. Or, Bruce takes Clark Kent to bed, but Superman takes over.

Isn't It Delicate? by the_oncoming_stormageddon

Summary:

When Clark Kent is tasked with writing an article about Batman, he accidentally slips in a little too much fondness--resulting in everyone from superbat shippers on Twitter to the Riddler thinking he's dating Batman. Unfortunately, there are a lot of villains who are very eager to kidnap Batman's new boyfriend. Title taken from "Delicate" by Taylor Swift.

Just Like a Dream by mediaraiz

Summary:

“I’m just a man, Bruce,” Clark said, aiming for light banter. “No,” Bruce said, and the word carried more weight than he expected. “You’re not.” Bruce’s gaze softened, his eyes tracing the line from Clark’s hand braced against the table up to the unruly crown of his hair. “Are you serious?” Jason said, theatrically. “Right in front of my salad?” Or: Everyone insists Bruce is flirting with Clark. Clark would like them all to stop saying that, thank you very much.

take a bite and i bite back by jeijeism

Summary:

“This is wrong.” He tries to reason with himself again. The seconds are dragging out for too long and he doesn’t know how much longer before his true rut hits him and he’ll no longer be a man. “Is it?” Clark leans in closer, his scent intoxicating. Warm vanilla, a hint of sunlight, the fresh blades of grass on his parent’s farm, and sweet honey that’s entrapping him further. “Is it so wrong to want you?” He whispers softly and Bruce breaks. Or, Bruce, an Alpha, can’t have another Alpha and Clark wants to prove him wrong.

If-Then-Else by architeuthis

Summary:

Bruce is all hopped up on painkillers and not at all ready for action.

There's A World I Need To Know by even_atlas

Summary:

Bruce grabs the wrists that are held against his chest, trying to push him off. Kal just shoves him again, his deceptive strength keeping Bruce pinned. His eyes are ablaze, brows low and angry, disapproving. He’s shorter than Bruce, dark hair blowing in the wind, but his presence is large, his power crackling under his skin. “Get off me.” “No.” Kal’s fingers are digging into his armor, leaving dents. “You’re reckless and stupid. You don’t know what you’re doing.” “And you do? How long have you even been on this planet?” Kal draws his hand back, and Bruce tenses, thinking this is it. They’re finally going to kick the shit out of each other, and probably break some things along the way. But that doesn’t happen.

New World Order (series) by Nigaki

Description:

Earth under Kryptonians' rule became New Krypton, with the human race enslaved. Bruce found himself in possesion of Lord Kal-El.