Superbat as Gomez and Morticia Adams Please!!! ą·ā ā¹ā Ā ā .Ģ®ā Ā ā ā¹ā ą·
I had to do some extensive research. It's been years since I saw the Addams family lmao. Can you guess who Morticia is?
The rain lashed against the grime-covered glass windows of Wayne Manor, casting dancing shadows across the wallpapered room and the ornate furniture within. Bruce stood by the marble fireplace, a glass of deep burgundy wine in one hand, and his eyes fixed on the roaring flames in front of him. He was dressed exquisitely in his most favourite garment, a long crimson robe. His fingers were tracing idly against the silken fabric against his thigh as he waited, oh so patiently.
It wasnāt much longer until the door to the study creaked open, and Clark stepped inside, bringing the acidic scent of Gothamās rainfall with him. Water droplets glistened in his dark hair like tiny diamonds, dripping down his jaw. He shook the rain from his long wool coat, a playful glint in his inhumanely blue eyes as Bruce turned around, a smile playing on his lips.Ā
āClark,ā He purred, tilting his head back and finishing the wine in one mouthful before setting the now-empty glass down atop the mantle. A single droplet of the dark wine dripped from the corner of his mouth, and Clarkās eyes latched on to it, his tongue unconsciously darting out to wet his own lips.
āYouāre late.ā Bruce continued, a smirk tugging at his lips. āIām positively wounded.āĀ
Clarkās smile sharpened. āThe traffic, my love,ā He breathed, barely audible over the crackling fire as he shrugged off the jacket. āIt was positively captivating.ā He stepped forward, bringing his hands to Bruceās sides to draw him closer, fingers dancing upon the silk. āYou should have seen the pile-up on the interstate. It was devastating.āĀ
Bruce breathed out a soft laugh, stepping into the Kryptonianās embrace. āAs devastating as I am?ā He asked, lips parting ever so slightly as he leaned upward, brushing them over the sharp edge of his husbandās jaw. The contact was feather-light, yet it made the invulnerable man shudder visibly.
āYou?ā Clark asked, twisting to capture Bruceās lips in a breathtaking kiss that tasted purely of wine. When he pulled back, it was only enough to speak. āYou are the single most devastating creature on this earth,ā He murmured. āThe way you move, the way you thinkā¦ I would burn cities to the ground in your name, if you only requested it,āĀ
Bruce hummed, his eyes alight with amusement in a way that made Clarkās knees weak. āOh, my darling,ā He murmured, voice thick with desire. āYou say the most wonderful things,ā He leaned in, lips brushing against the sensitive shell of Clarkās ear. āTell me again how you adore me.ā
āI adore you,ā Clark replied without hesitation, arms tightening around Bruceās waist until there wasnāt an inch between them. āI adore everything about you, my moon. Your darkness, your brokenness. I adore the way you find beauty amidst the decay and shine brighter than the stars in its midst. I would die tonight knowing peace, if your lips were upon me.āĀ
With a soft, contented sigh, Bruce captured his mouth in another fierce kiss, hands sliding upwards to tangle in Clarkās thick hair, pulling him in deeper. The kiss was all teeth and tongues, speaking only of their desperation for one another. And when they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, pupils dilated.Ā
āCome,ā Bruce commanded, his voice husky. He lifted one long, slender leg and hooked it around Clarkās waist, his robe riding up slightly. āWill you let me worship you until the day comes, my sun?ā
āWith pleasure.ā Clark grinned, his smile too bright, too feral. He hoisted Bruce up with effortless strength, the other leg wrapping around his waist too. Then he turned, carrying his husband upstairs towards their room. āAnd then,ā He promised, āI will worship you right back until the stars themselves burn out.ā
