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Prompt 113
âI seem to have been taken hostage.â Batmanâs words almost had Superman panic if not for the wry tone, a tone which the others didnât know if their freaking out was to go by. Clark sighed through the comms, tired after battle and honestly wanting to go to bed now.
âIâll be right over, what child has latched onto you now?â He asked while switching to a more private channel.Â
âI can already hear you making fun of meâŠâ Wha- Oh. Clark bit his lip to keep himself from laughing as he took to the air. âThey appear to be a pair of twins withâŠâÂ
âYou gottaâ say it Bruce, you gottaâ,â Clark couldnât stop the chuckle when he saw his friend on the top of a building, cape curled around his form in a way usually reserved for the robins.Â
â... with dark hair⊠and blue eyesâŠâ That was it. Clark absolutely lost it in laughter.Â
#dcxdp#dpxdc#Danny & Ellie fell into this world during an invasion were very scared#Latched onto the first semi-ecto contaminated person they found#Bruce gives off slight ghost vibes and feels safe so they aren't letting go any time soon#Could be Superbat might not up to yall lol#Batman is just staring down at the small children who have latched onto his leg and are crying#Look the man is a dad and a hero and isn't going to leave the kids there#It's also highly concerning when he finds out they're not in the system#And their DNA is only half human with the rest being... something who knows#Apparently he's adopted a pair of half aliens but that's not going to stop him#âI could take them if you need-â#âNo they're my babies now no takes backsâ
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guys Iâm going to be really honest here for a sec⊠I only got into dc because I read a superbat fic that I found through tiktok
itâs not even like I never interacted w dc content b4 I just never got hooked
#bc I watched that harley quinn animated show#I watched the suicide squad movies#as well as birds of prey and that aquaman movie#as well as read WFA when it first came out#also ttg as a kid#and nothing made me go âhuh maybe I should look into dcâ#UNTIL I READ A SUPERBAT FANFIC???#it might have also been bc I had a slight bias towards marvel#and I watched all those live actions#I esp loved like xmen#which if you ask me now I couldnât tell you shit abt#my brain
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Oh god oh god hereâs a really mid fic I wrote to get myself motivated to write the better Batman fics I have knocking around my noggin.
#the batman#reevesverse#riddlebat#superbat#the superbat is slight#edward nygma#edward nashton#bruce wayne#clark kent#the riddler#batman#superman#dano riddler#battinson#breakup fic#i hope at least#someone enjoys this
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I don't remember if I made this up but I thought there was a moment in history where either Bruce or Clark is like "Why do villains always have to go through you... to get to me?" and anyway even if I imagined it, it's still true.
This particular one is from World's Finest #174
#like it happens so often#specifically thinking of batman/superman 2013 nr 18 but there are probably more and better examples#pls add if you have any#superbat#clark kent#bruce wayne#slight spoiler but this becomes even funnier when you know who's behind this
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Hey guys! I just posted by first story! Always have loved SuperBat, so of course my first story is of my favorite duo!
Please feel free to leave a comment either here or on the story and let me know what you think!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Wally West, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Arthur Curry (DCU), J'onn J'onzz Additional Tags: Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Red Kryptonite (DCU), mentions of batfam - Freeform, Mentions of SuperFam, Established Relationship, Comforting Bruce Wayne, Sad Clark Kent, POV First Person, POV Clark Kent, Bruce calls Clark an idiot, but in a loving way, I'm Bad At Summaries, Choose Your Own Continuity Summary:
Superman becomes exposed to red kryptonite and goes on a rampage. How will his fellow members of the Justice League help him out?
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Red.
Red. All I see. All I feel.
Red.
Rage.
Rage and fury.
It fuels me. It surrounds me. It is me.
Red.
#dc#dc comcis#superman#batman#superbat#justice league#gay#lgbtq#lgbtqiia+#fanfic#lovable idiot#slight angst#happy ending#mentions of batfam#mentions of superfam#batfam#superfam#superbatfam#love these idiots#theyre idiots your honor#theyre gay your honor
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Going from that last Superbat ask
But would B be able to get away with telling Clark that a few crushed ribs means he's fine to go out in the beginning? Because B can be pretty persuasive and what actual hands on knowledge does Clark have in the beginning?
Does it take someone sitting Clark down and explaining that, no having 5 minimum broken ribs is not something most humans can get up and walk away from, or does he put it together after seeing the batkids injuries and what they get benched for vs what they don't
Clark is smart. He looks to what benches the kids and then he looks over at Alfred. If Alfred seems pissed, Bruce shouldnât be going out. âPissedâ of course being undetectable externally, but a slight raise in blood pressure and minute gritting of teeth.
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Masterlist 3
Tim-centric con't
Red Robin tweaks: BatDad & Boomerang | Fallen (What if Dick didn't catch Tim | Kon catches Tim
Tim Angst:The Wrong Robin (for 800 Followers) | Broken Trust 1 &Broken Trust 2 | Babe has feels | More babe feels | Broken Trust 3 | Merry Christmas, Timmy on Ao3, Angst with a happy ending | on Tumblr | Lazarus!Tim au: | Tim, fresh outta Gotham and heartbreak + Lewis Capaldi's "Someone You Loved"
Random 90âs YJ angst Original post | Follow-up | Broken protocols ficlet | Tim angsts to music | Earth 3/ Owlman angst | Hanahaki disease idea | JLA stops checking in
Tim Drake Week: Day 2: Sick Bird| Day 6 (Firefly fusion) | Day 7 (Injury/Healing)
Whirlybird!!!! BABE MADE ME A WHIRLYBIRD & HC
Tim!X (AUs): Coffee Shop!AU | Tim the twisted Oracle | CEO Civilian!Tim from Prime Girl | And the post of aus | Prime girl Enchanted idea | Superpowers | Trans!Tim | Temperance: Temperance's Temptations on AO3 and art ! & Just Desserts | Vampire!Tim HC & for 600 followers! & Bite Kink (it's naughty) | in the future | Mute!Tim: One & Two & Three | Mer!Tim: Ideas & Scaring Dami & Damian & Art & Titans | Silver-Snow's Mer!Tim: Natant & Ideas
Kid!Tim: De-Aged!Tim: Not trusting the BatFam ... but the Titans | Kid!Tim works (Different ways Tim joins the Bats earlier):Tiny!Tim au on Ao3 | Kid!Tim is discovered by Robin!Jason & Window Seat & Tiny!Tim au: The Fever & Tiny!Tim and the Secret (for 500 Followers!) & Tiny!Tim and The Wrong Bus | Tiny!Tim and Tiny!Peter ask | Home for Tiny Birds (Convergence w/ NHFDB!Tim): One & Two | Jason's Death (HCs): One & Two & Three
Justice is Blind (Blind!Tim AU): on AO3 and some amazing art by the incredible poison-basil!!! | One | Two ("BatFam") | Three ("Waking Up") | Four | Five | Six (slight NSFW SuperBats) | Asks: Who All Knows & Ra's, Tam & WE, & Jason & Ra's & Tech & Tech and Tam
Converging the AUs:
"Feels" by iphoenixrising , a graphic by Miss Coco Chips | Convergence
Home for Tiny Birds: NHFDB!Tim visits Tiny!Tim
Fracture!Tim meets Talon!Tim & Dr!Tim | Sated (NSFW HC)
Fracture: the Multiverse & Future!AU
Boy All the Bad Guys Want:
Want | Battle for the Cowl, ScareRobin | Lex Luthor | Tim + Inertia + Superboy Prime | Prime: One & Two & Domestic Syndrome | Superboy Prime and Justice Lord Kon
Pamphlets: One (based on this ) & Two
Joker Junior: One & Two
Jean Paul One & Two
Talon!AU: in which Tim is a Talon & RR without Tim & Mindfuckery & Titans on the Hunt | Gray Son must Die (in which babe wrote most of the thing) & Functionally Immortal & Brainwashed, Hurting, Dissociating, Angry, and Lost & the Assassin & the Talon | Refuge w/ Shiva & A Killer | Rebuilt & vs Fracture!Tim
Dr!Tim (DickTimJay; in which Tim is a trauma surgeon and DickJay are vigilantes)
Meta: on AO3 | Art in which I cry with joy | How it all Began (light NSFW) | Follow-Up
The Mentor; The Suit; Med School | Hobbies & Tony (HCs) | Dickâs Acrobatic Talents (suprise!, it's smut!) | Steph & Batgirl | The Joker | Integration (HC) | Roof Rat | Wicked Way | Dr!Tim HC: Jasonâs real pad disguised The original idea | le ask | ask 2 | ask 3
The Submissive & Safeword (HC) & Safewords Out & Sub-Drop | Not Safewording Ask | Annnd Consequences
London Bridge: is Falling & (Missing Scene) & Afterward w/ guest star, Tony Stark!
Headcannons and ficlets Four Times the Bats called Doctor Drake | What's in a Name (HC) | Ultimate Fanboy | Pet Project & Ra's (HC) | Dancing | Meet and Greet | Jealous!Dami | cute!Tim, overwraught!Dick (NSFW; adult themes)
That whole thing at Arkham Dr!Tim and Arkham Riots: One & Two | Arkham Breakout | But, that's not all Dr!Tim and Fear
Tony Stark in Dr!Tim: The Surgeon, The Captain, and the Soldier (for 600 followers!) | SteveTonyBucky (for 700 followers!)
BatFam Prompts, Drabbles, & Thoughts
BatFam headcanons: BatDad | Characterization | General & Dami | Robins & their Other Selves | Outlaws & Titans | Slade/Dick | Terry McGinnis | the Sads
Misc Ficlets: Accents & Motherhenning | Bats & Birthdays | Concussion Confessions | GenderBend | Robins & the Cold | Staypuff | Training ("Hilarity Ensues") | DickTim & a fight & Robin Cuddles | "Let Sleeping Robins Lie" (for 100 followers!) | BatFam & Tim with a Cold | Tim/Clark for Tim Drake Birthday Hunt! (NSFW) | Tim/Clark ask
Interest (see also "DickTimJay: Destroyed")
Soulmates (Robinpile) | Part 1 | Part 2-ish | Hereâs an ask | Aaand another | And a third | And a post-fit ask that broke my heart
SuperBats
BatFam Big Bang: on AO3 Day 1: Cuddles | Day 2: Sick | Day 3: Fight! | Day 4: Vacation | Day 5: Nightmare | Day 6: Best Rescue | Day 7
Fic Recs: Funeral & Dr Oz by awkwardbluefish Calling It by reallyautomaticvoid
Damian
Headcanons: on Tim & Shiva | Characterization | as a Boyfriend and NSFW specifically w/ Jason and also with Dick
Dami and ...: Dick & Tim at the Arcade | Tim & Don't panic, but we accidentally got marries | Comfort | Robin's Redemption (for 400 followers!)
Fic Rec: DamiTim by hauntedlittledoll
DamiTim Nurse Tim! Robin!Dami WIP on Ao3 | Concept | Alph!Dami/Alph!Jon/Omega!Tim: The original ask| Tim & Dami
Night Sky
Jason
Jason Todd's mouth & Languages (HC) | Jason's Accent & its inspiration
v. the Pit and then I saw Counting Bodies like Sheep
Misc: Jason, the Outlaws, and the Joker | Crochet | RHatO #25!UA | Silence (tw warning: major character death) | Bottom Jason Todd Week: Daddy Kink, Rare pair Jay/Thomas Elli Heavy in your Arms: One & Two (Angst; Based off the song with the same title by Florence + the Machine)
Marvel
Forward Momentum (MCU Steve/Bucky eventual Steve/Bucky/Tony): on AO3 | Nice Things | Steps | Family | Why aren't you an Engineer? | The Situation | Coffee | Observation | Hurt/Comfort (for 100 followers!) | Medical (HC)
Marvel AOB Attempt: One | Two | Crossroads | Three | Tony & Omegas | Tony & Heat
MCU crossovers: Fracture/Forward Momentum fusion The original idea | Aaaand part 2 |Tony is a bro in the crossover verse | What if crossover verse | Tim stays in the MCU and goes out as Robin | One shot: Tony and Bucky visit Tim in Gotham - different crossover verse | Bonding with the Avengers
Misc
Miraculous Ladybug Play | The Way to His Heart
Check Please!Check Please WIP | WIP 2
Voltron: all because of satire-please Team Dynamics | Left Behind | Waking | You, Not the Lion
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Chase the Memory of it Still
Summary: Clark is deeply, madly, head-over-heels in love with the one person he can't have. What happens when he can have him, if only for a little while? Fake dating friends to lovers superbat hehe
this one's for @fickle-tiction as payment for being a goblin in her dms LOL love ya!! the sequel to this is in progress >:) also it literally doesn't matter but vicki has a jersey shore/boston accent to me. i won't justify it.
Edit: now with a sequel, But You Were Mine
Clark has never really cared much about his paycheckânot in the grand scheme of things, anywayâbut fuck he really doesnât get paid enough.Â
âSorry, MrâŠKent, but no press is allowed at the event. Youâre more than welcome to wait outside with everyone else.â One of the guardsâa bald fella who looks way too excited to turn him awayâcrosses his arms.Â
ââŠin the freezing rain.â Clark attempts to wipe his glasses on a dry part of his outfit. All he does is push the water around on the lenses. His suitâs about three shades darker from the storm. Why didnât he wear his coat?Â
âYou all seem quite dedicated. Iâm sure youâll figure something out.â The guard smiles at him and shifts his weight, looking straight ahead as if all six feet of dripping Kryptonian have just vanished. The doorman reopens the door and shows Clark his peopleâa swarming mob of reporters hunched behind metal barriers in windbreakers, using plastic bags to keep their livelihoods safe.Â
âThank you, gentlemen.â Clark clenches his fist until it shakes. Inhale, holdâŠexhale. He came all the way out to cold, rainy Gothamâwait. Gotham.
He glances past the guards and sifts through the noise of the gala until he finds the one heartbeat he knows better than anything. He smiles.Â
âOh, my mistake. I thought he hadnât shown up. My partner is right there.â Clark points. They both turn to lookâwouldâve been an excellent time to subdue them if he was feeling more brashâas he waves across the floor at Bruce.Â
He looks spectacular, honestly. His hair is doing that âI woke up this perfectâ messy thing, his shoulders are unfairly crisp under a three piece suit thatâs probably worth more than Clarkâs rent, and he justâŠglows. Heâs chatting with a young woman who looks more than happy to fawn over him. Clarkâs no longer staring but gazing, he feels it, and thereâs absolutely nothing he can do. Maybe Bruce should stop being soâŠdistracting.Â
He sees the surprise and hears the murmured âClark?â under Bruceâs breath. He thankfully doesnât say anything else as he approaches, just glides over with a glass of champagne.Â
Itâs at this moment that what heâs done, what heâs implied really sinks in, but itâs too late to turn back now.Â
âHey, I left my invite at your place and theseâŠupstanding citizens canât find room in their heart to let me by. Thatâs what I get for showing up to support my partner, huh?â He hopes his emphasis isnât too much, but he really, really doesnât want to stand outside after all of this effort.Â
Bruceâs expression lands somewhere between pleasure and disbelief, minute and restrained as always. Itâs only the uptick of his eyebrow and the slight narrowing of his eyes that gives him away. Bordering on amusement, but not quite.Â
âThatâs unfortunate. What seems to be the problem?â Bruce sips. The guards shift uncomfortably. Clark tries to quell his shit-eating grin.Â
âI guess they think youâre outta my league.â Clark canât help but snort a little. Bruce rolls his eyes.Â
âMr. Wayne, can we see your invitation please?â Baldy clears his throat and plays official, knowing damn well it wonât make a difference. Bruce hands it over without a second glance. Â
âYou look handsome.â Clark winks at him. He could smell Bruceâs cologne before he even walked over. At this proximity, heâs starting to get a little weak in the knees.Â
âYou donât look too bad yourself.â Bruce reaches past and adjusts Clarkâs tie. Nice touch.Â
âAlright, Mr. Kent, you can enter.â The guards shuffle aside. Just to be an asshole, Clark shakes all the water off his form like a dog, splattering both the guards with the rainwater they tried to keep him in. Their shouts of confusion and disgust are the perfect soundtrack to his entry.Â
Bruce offers an arm as if he hadnât seen a thing and leads him over to the coat check, as if he would have a coat to check. He takes Clarkâs glasses off his nose, dries them with his kerchief, and puts them back. Clark wrinkles his nose at the gestureâitâs so Bruce to justâŠdo it himself.Â
âThank you. Iâm so sorry,â Clark sighs. The lenses are terribly smudged. He plans for a headache.
âYou owe me. Boyfriend? Really?â Bruce passes him a glass of champagne.Â
âI know, I know. I tried to get by as press and when I saw you, I panicked. Lex is here and Lois and I have been trying to corner the bastard for weeksââÂ
âHold my hand.â Bruce extends a palm. Clark chokes on his drink. If champagne wasnât trying to migrate into his lungs, he wouldâve taken a serious crack at x-raying and double-checking it was really his Bruce.Â
âClearly youâve never done this before,â he murmurs, the very same palm sliding down Clarkâs back. âCasual affection is key. Weâre being watched.â
Bruce subtly laces their fingers together as they walk through the crowd. Clark tries to appear as put-together and boyfriendy as possible, but when he looks around, every single eye in the place is on him and Bruce. He starts to sweat and doesn't take another breath until they arrive at a little private corner on the far side of the room.Â
âSo, you were saying about Lex?â Bruce leans against the wall, scanning the room over the rim of his glass. His eyes catch back on Clark, warm and intense.Â
âI, uhâŠheâs here.â Clark swallows. Heâs starting to feel dizzy. This is a lot. Heâs used to the grit of Batman or the gentle gruffness of Bruce. Bruce Wayne is a whole different creature.Â
âMhm. Heâs looking for R&D investments again. I was told itâd be rude for me not to attend.â A wry smile crosses Bruceâs features. He breaks eye contact to scan and it gives Clark the wherewithal to finish his thought.Â
âLex is pulling his whole âget rid of anyone with superpowersâ shtick again. Really mad at me specifically, as usual. Iâd bet you ten bucks he has a Kryptonite ray upstairs. Heâs probably in the process of building moreâŠor something worse.â
âYou have a plan?âÂ
âI was going to go up there and, yknowââ he mimes smashing somethingâ âbut I can hear about twenty people whispering about us and I donât want to make you look bad. Not that you look bad, you look great! I just know your reputation is important and I put you in a weird spot and Iâm sorryââÂ
Bruce shushes him. Clark blinks and splutters, because who shushes people, but suddenly Bruce is so close that he canât think. He can see the tiny scar on Bruceâs lip, the one he lies and says was from a household accident. Clark wants to brush his thumb over it.Â
He feels entirely normal about Bruce Wayne.Â
âStop overthinking. Youâll hurt yourself.â Bruce roughly pats Clarkâs cheek. Clark has to actively shift his focus from the calloused warmth of Bruceâs hands to his eyes.
âOkay, ouch.â Clark rolls his eyes. âIâm justâŠthis is your element. Iâm not good at this.âÂ
âIf youâre uncomfortable, you donât have to stay.â Bruce tilts Clarkâs chin down. Brushes some schmutz off his face.Â
âI got us into this. Itâs alright.â Clark canât look him in the eye. Heâs so painfully aware of all the ways Bruce is touching. A perfectly choreographed performance for the outside eye. An act.
For a moment, he indulges himself, allows his mind to wander to a different world where Bruce might do this for him anyway. Somewhere so gently domestic that their rituals of touch are sacred. He wonders what it might be like to have a Bruce thatâd dote on him like this, even while fussing at him.Â
Of course he has it now, but itâs not the same. Not when the eyes of hungry spectators cling to them from every shadow.Â
âIâll arrange for someone to pick you up.â He already has his phone out and is halfway through dialing by the time Clark can grab him. Bruce spins out of the hold and starts walking away, still dialing.Â
âBruce.â Clark yanks him back by the bicep. âI can survive mingling for a few hours. Itâs no different than using a cover. What do I need to know?â Clark releases him only when itâs clear his stubborn streak is done rearing its head. Bruce works his jaw for a while and then sighs.Â
âWhen youâre talking to these people, theyâre going to try and get to the center of you. Try not to lie. The truth will always be easier to remember. Just repackage it.â Bruce adjusts the clean lines of Clarkâs suit with his fingertips, procedural and routine. Clark wonders briefly how many times heâs done this.Â
âMakes sense. Anything else?â Clark takes a measured breath.Â
âWe have to sell this. People need to see easy affection before they believe that weâreâŠdoing okay. Now, imagine someoneâs watching usââ
âAre they?â Clark tries very hard not to scan the room. He starts to sweat.Â
âShh. Someoneâs watching us and you notice. Theyâre definitely gossiping. What do you do?â Bruce raises an eyebrow. The light of the obnoxious chandelier on the ceiling gives him a gentle glow. His eyes crinkle at the corners just slightly, even without a smile, and itâs beautiful. Heâs beautiful. The surge of emotion in Clarkâs chest knocks him off balance.Â
âWell, staring isnâtââÂ
Clark kisses him breathless.Â
Bruce leans into it, one hand cupping the back of Clarkâs neck. Thereâs a perfect sunburst of giddy adrenalineâhis hands find Bruceâs hips and pull them closer. Bruceâs heart thunders in his chest yet his hands are steady as they brace against Clarkâs back. Clark cups Bruceâs jaw and brushes his fingers through the gentle stubble there, lets it tickle at his fingers.Â
Clark breaks them apart with a quiet, triumphant chuckleâyears worth of watching, waiting, and yearning all cresting towards this one moment. He can hear their comfortable status quo shatter as he does, but itâs worth it. It has to be.Â
âWow.â Bruce smooths his hands down Clarkâs chest. He canât tell anymore if the heartbeat thundering in his ears is Bruceâs or his own but he doesnât care to knowâif itâs the former, heâll combust. Or faint. Somewhere in there.Â
âHowâd I do?â Clark manages to adjust his glasses without snapping them clean in half.Â
âI might have a few pointers,â Bruce clears his throat and looks away.Â
âWe have plenty of time.â Clark steals another kiss and thanks the universe that Lois isnât here to talk some sense into him.
âŠâŠ..
âSo, you and Mr. Wayne, hm?â A blonde woman with a massive fur shawl wound through her arms sidles up with a glass of champagne. Clark freezes at the snack table.Â
âHm?â He hides the multiple horderves in his hand behind his back. Heâs very acutely aware that he shouldnât be unsupervised right now, but Bruce is being flocked by investors with no hope for escape. He sneaks a pleading glance in Bruceâs direction.
They do lock eyes above the crowd, but the horde encircling him has the tenacity of seagulls on the boardwalk. Bruce apologizes with his eyes. Clark resigns himself to perish.Â
âPhyllis Hough, a pleasure.â She extends her hand to him and he takes it out of practice, kissing the knuckles. Her skin is so dry and clammy that he has to bite back the urge to gag.Â
âClark Kent, Daily Planet.â He presses his lips into something like a smile.Â
âForgive me for intruding, but youâve been the talk of the party since you arrived. How did you and Bruce meet?â She sidles too close, like theyâre sharing a secret about someone else. Her demeanor reminds him too much of the foxes that used to terrorize his chicken coop growing up.Â
The truth is always easier to remember. Just repackage it.Â
âWell, heâŠneeded my help. We met through work. We realized we worked well together and after that, everything sort of fell in place.â Clark shrugs.Â
âThatâs just darling. My husband and I met on a mission trip to Ghana.â She points to a deflated puddle of a man whoâs leaned up on the bar, looking like heâd rather disappear than be here.
âA mission trip? Thatâs soâŠnecessary.â Clark smiles and tries not to throw up in his mouth.
âI adore helping the less fortunate. Itâs a hobby dear to my heart.â She places a hand on her chest, showing off the obnoxious diamonds on her bony fingers. Diamonds likely stolen from the same places she claims to ïżœïżœhelpâ.Â
âAh, Mrs. Hough. Looking lovely as always. Do you mind if I steal Clark from you?â Oh thank god.
Bruce gives her a quick spin, using the move to squeeze closer to Clarkâs side. He winds an arm around Bruceâs waist. Bruce rests his hand overtop Clarkâs and he canât help but grin like an idiot. Heâll never get over the little zing of his nerves every time they brush hands.Â
âSo soon? We were just getting to know one another.â Mrs. Hough tries to slide back into their space. Bruce stares her down, but not unkindlyâjust a blank, mannequin-like stare and a smile that almost looks real.Â
A tense silence blooms between them. Clarkâs sure if he listens just a bit harder, heâll hear Bruce cursing this woman to high-heaven in his head. The silence stretches on.
âForgive us. We havenât spent much time together this week. Iâll admit Iâm a little clingy. I never like to be far from him.â He cups Bruceâs cheek and gives him a quick, chaste kiss. Bruce chases his lips and lingers longer. Clark actually gets a little lost in it until a feeble cough splits them apart.Â
âWell, who am I to interrupt love?â She strains the word strangely. âI best take my leave. Iâll see you around, gentlemen.â She waves over her shoulder and traipses back into the crowd. As soon as she leaves, Clark heaves a deep, weathered sigh.Â
âHow do you do this? Iâd rather chew off my own fingers than rub elbows with these people.â Clark takes Bruceâs glass from his hand and downs it. The fizz is nice, but it might as well be water. He starts munching on his poached horderves.Â
âTrust me, itâs not fun for me either.â Bruce grumbles, plucking a cracker with crab dip from Clarkâs little stash.Â
âWhy do it then? Why pretend?âÂ
âItâs part of the job. You know that better than anyone.â Thereâs something so very tired in Bruceâs eyes. Even as he smiles, itâs empty and ruefulâthe light doesnât make it to his eyes.Â
âYou donât have to do that with me.â Clark squeezes his shoulder. Bruceâs gaze drops to the floor and his shoulder sag minutely, the tiniest give in his guard that Clarkâs privileged enough to see. For a moment, heâs not Bruce Wayne but Bruce.Â
He doesnât lean to catch Bruceâs eyeâhe knows he hates thatâso he just stands there and rubs circles into his shoulder.Â
âI like who you are under the mask.â Clark offers him another cracker. Bruce takes it and taps it against Clarkâs last ones, as if theyâre holding glasses, and pops it in his mouth. Clark snickers. Only Bruce could make something so dorky look so charming.Â
âAm I dreaming, or is that you, Bruce?â A feminine voice cuts through the din with ease. Clark catches the moment that Bruceâs muscles lock up and the eyeroll before he turns around. Just like that, Bruce Wayne returns.Â
A woman in a long green gown slinks across the floor. Her posture sets her aside from everyone else in the roomâher stance is powerful and lithe.Â
âVicki. Itâs been a while.â Bruce gives her that practiced smile heâs been wearing most of the evening. His posture is so unnecessarily rigid that Clark rubs his back before he can think better of it.
âHowâve you been, Brucie? Hear youâre gettinâ into some interesting trouble. Speaking of troubleââÂ
âVicki Vale, Gotham Gazette.â She sticks out her hand to shake. Tall, blonde, terrifying eyesâyeah, he could see how she would be Bruceâs type. Definitely an ex.Â
âClark Kent, Daily Planet.â He shakes her hand. âI thought press werenât allowed in.âÂ
âI have my ways. So do you, it seems.â She winks and passes him a flute of champagne. He graciously accepts.Â
âAh, well. Perks of being around this guy I suppose.â Clark bumps Bruceâs hip a little. Bruce looks so startled by the motion that Clark canât help but laugh a little.Â
âListen, Clark, Iâve been with Bruce before andââ she leans in close but doesnât whisper, like sheâs giving the worldâs most public secretâ âHeâs honestly a softie under all the suits and cars.â
âI am not a softie. I can hear you.â Bruce shoves his hands into his pockets. Even though heâs turtling, thereâs a levity to it.Â
âHe has a thing for stubborn asses who get into trouble, âcause he is one. If thatâs anything like you, youâve got a good thing going here.â She smacks Clarkâs chest with the back of her hand. Her honesty isâŠjarring, but not unfun.Â
âOh, do you now?â Clark raises an eyebrow at Bruce over the rim of his glass.Â
âItâs not a thing. I donât have a thing.â Bruce grumbles, the faintest hint of pink tinging his cheeks.Â
âKinda sounds like you have a thing, Brucie.â Clark grins. Bruce scowls. He might be pushing his luck but itâs the only fun heâs really had all night.Â
âYou two been together long?â Vicki snatches a fresh glass from a passing waiter like a viper.Â
âFew months. Feels like longer.â Bruce doesnât skip a beat. Clark hopes his smile makes Bruceâs tone sound less under duress.Â
âWow, thatâs pretty serious. Congrats.â She raises her glass in salute. Clark wants to cut inâthat absolutely felt sarcasticâbut Bruce gives his hand a squeeze.Â
âCanât imagine life without him.â Bruce gives him such an earnest look that Clark has to avert his eyes before he gets too hopeful. His stomach twists. Play the part.Â
âDo you got somethinâ you like most about him?â Vicki locks onto Clark and he jumps a little. She dissects him with her gaze in that way only journalists can. He does his best not to shuffle under her scrutiny.Â
âVicki, I hope this isnât an interview.â Clark gives her his best stern stare.Â
âIf it was, you botched it.â She bumps shoulders with him. âIâm kidding. Off the record. I havenât seen Bruce glow like this, ever. Just lookinâ for your secret.âÂ
That sends a sweet, traitorous flutter through his ribcage.Â
âDo you want to dance?â Bruce abruptly turns on his heel and shoves his hand into Clarkâs personal space.Â
âDoâŠyou want to dance?â Clark furrows his brow. Bruce looks like he might explode.Â
âCome on.â Bruce pulls Clark onto the dance floor.Â
âBye, Vicki!â Clark calls over his shoulder, but Bruce is spinning him into the gentle embrace of violin song faster than he can resist. They glide far, far away from that corner of the room, losing her verdant silhouette in the crowd.
âBe honest. Did you just run from your ex?â Clark laughs, trying to keep in time with Bruceâs steps. Heâs always had two left feet, but Lois had forced him to go to ballroom dancing classes with her enough times for him to pick up some semblance of rhythm.
âNo.â Bruce leads just a little too fast for the music at hand. Clark drags his feet in an effort to slow them down.Â
âI donât buy it. You wouldâve been happier to see Harley than Vicki.â Clark almost dips Bruce on autopilot. He course-corrects pretty quickly and pulls a tight-lipped Bruce close instead. Nearly cheek-to-cheek, Clark takes the lead as easy as breathing.Â
Clark isnât sure when he started humming, but he lets the music take them both. Bruce allows him to maintain the lead, surprisingly, and he guides them languidly around the dance floor. He even twirls Bruce, shocked he gets away with it, but heâs too wrapped up in whatever this is to question anything.
When Clark pulls back a bit to tease, Bruce is staring at him with those wide, pretty eyes.Â
âWhat?â Clark can hear the gears in Bruceâs head turning, even when thereâs nothing to say. A remarkable talent.
âIâŠdidnât know you could dance.â Bruce shifts his hand from Clarkâs shoulder to his back.Â
âIâm full of surprises.â Clark grins. Their form slowly morphs from proper ballroom to a casual, dance-in-the-kitchen kind of waltz--Clark links his fingers with Bruceâs and leads them by the hands, they somehow find a way to get closer to one another, and they end up in a slow, gentle sway.Â
âWe should dance more.â Clark spins Bruce again and they end up back-to-chest, arms crossed over Bruceâs torso.Â
âYou canât be serious.â Bruceâs ears are adorably rosy. Clark chooses to remain alive and not comment on it.Â
âItâs good for you, Bruce! Lord knows you could use the smiles.â Clark spins them again, back to proper form. Bruceâs whole face scrunches and he stops in his tracks. A tinnitus-like sound ringing gently from Bruceâs ear and into their personal space makes Clark wince a little.
Of course heâs wearing comms.Â
âDianaâs got Lex cornered upstairs.â Bruce leans in and murmurs low in Clarkâs ear. He fights tooth and nail against a full body shiver.Â
âDianaâs here? You called for backup?â Clark adjusts his glasses.
âIf anything weâre her backup.â Bruce scoffs. âWe need people to see us disappear so we have an alibi. Act natural.âÂ
Clark walks away. Bruce yanks him back by the bicep and leans in close.Â
âFlirt with me. No, noâClark, like you mean it.â Bruce compensates for the awkwardness by messing with Clarkâs tie, but it starts to look like a tic more than anything else. Clark caresses Bruceâs cheek but it looks more like heâs wiping something off his face.Â
âIâm trying!â He huffs. âThis isnât exactly my skillset.âÂ
âYou had all ofâŠthat a minute agoââ Bruce gestures at himâ âwhereâd it go?âÂ
Clark tries to summon âthatâ, whatever that means. The best he can do is scowl uncertainly and lead them back into an awkward sway.Â
âYou could at least pretend like you like me,â Bruce huffs, uncharacteristically petulant. Clark almost gives himself away then and there.
âIâm not good at this.â He swallows and averts his eyes.
âCome on, American Pie. Youâve gotta be working with more than those doe eyes.â Bruceâs devilish smirk genuinely tears the breath from Clarkâs lungs. He takes a ridiculous inhale to buy him time untilâyep, there it is, the smirk disappears.Â
âNope. This pie is fresh outta doeâŠeyesâŠthat was going to be a dough joke but I think I should let it die.â Clark lets his forehead collide with Bruceâs shoulder as they sway, relishing in the comforting pat on the back that he gets.Â
âThat would be merciful.â Bruce laughs.Â
âDid you just laugh?â Clark perks up.Â
âNo.â Bruceâs jaw tightens. He canât kill the sparkle in his eye though, no matter how hard he tries. Itâs there and it's stunning, like the cosmos in its depths.Â
âYou actually think Iâm funny. You laughed at my joke!â Clark doesnât realize that heâs dipped Bruce until theyâre nose to nose, sharing the space of a breath. He quickly pulls him back up.Â
Enough dancing. Clearly he canât handle that.Â
âI think you areâŠmoderately amusing.â Bruce rolls his eyes. Clark squints.
âI think you are superâŠman.â Clark drags out the pause. Bruce all-but-scoffs.Â
âSeriously?â He shoves Clarkâs chest. Thereâs a fondness to the gesture that makes his heart ache.Â
âYou wanna laugh. I see it in your eyes, you do this squintââ Clark pokes Bruceâs nose, mostly because he canât do anything about it. Â
âI donât want to laugh. I want to punch you.â Bruce gives his best scowl. Clarkâs finger on his nose cuts most of the threatening aura.Â
âYouâre smiling though. You are!â Clark scritches beneath Bruceâs chin as a fond gesture, something Lois often does to him.Â
Bruce squeaks.
âYou are beyond immature,â Bruce huffs, jerking away from the touch. Clarkâs brain struggles to reconcile what he just heard with what heâs seeing, as a suddenly perfectly-stoic Bruce adjusts his suit jacket.Â
Clark reaches out to do it again and Bruce latches onto both of his arms to push him away. Clark pushes back with no strain, as if the grown man clinging to his wrists weighs no more than bracelets, and repeats the gentle tickle.Â
Bruce smashes his chin down to his chest as a couple of scratchy snickers force their way free.Â
âNo way.â Clark beams.Â
âDonât you dare. Do not. ClarkâClark.â Bruce starts to back away. Clark snakes an arm around his waist and holds him tight.Â
âWhat? Iâm flirting.â Clark presses his fingers into the curve of Bruceâs waist and it earns him a headbuttâthankfully avoiding the glasses. He finds a spot beneath Bruceâs ribs that gets a snort.Â
âYouâre so cute. I wish youâd smile more.â Clark worms his fingers beneath the curve of Bruceâs jaw, chasing that squeak that opened up such beautiful horizons.Â
âI am not cute, you dick.â Bruce tries to bite at Clarkâs fingers.Â
âMmm, I disagree.â
âIâm going to bury you in the shallowest of graves.â Bruce grits out, curling into Clarkâs shoulder. A strangled squeal flies out upon contact with his ears and Clark stays there, fascinated by the degree of squirming happening in his immovable arms.Â
âIâm sure you will.â He persists until finally, finally, a choked giggle emerges. Itâs quiet enough to float beneath the ambient noise of the gala, but it rings loud and clear in Clarkâs ear.Â
âAre you coming? Otherwise, Iâm taking him to Arkham myself. HeâsâŠirritating.â Dianaâs voice is a tinny pinprick in Bruceâs ear, but Clark still picks up on her message. He stills his fingers.
âOn our way,â Bruce murmurs. As soon as the connection is severed, Clark steals one more squeeze at his side before they vanish to the service corridors to meet Diana.Â
âŠ
âBoys. Youâre late.â Diana looks up from where sheâs been braiding the Lasso of Hestia. On the other end, Lex Luthor hums an irritating tune.Â
âBusy day,â Batman grouses, flexing his fingers. He makes his way over to the contraption in the corner and starts picking at the wires.Â
âWhatcha got over there?â
âA highly concentrated laser stocked with a rainbow of Kryptonite strands. We were right on time.â Batman dislodges something with a mighty crack. In his hands, a glass capsule full of suspended Kryptonite crystals glitters in the light. The lenses on the cowl flick blue as he analyzes them further.Â
âWell, Lex, youâve just made me ten dollars richer.â Superman puts his hands on his hips. He can feel the faint, crawling fatigue starting to burrow into him from the proximity of the Kryptonite, but he resists it. He yanks a handful of wires free from the machine, crushes the focus, and kicks the motherboard hard enough to disintegrate it.Â
âI hope your investors donât hear about this,â he tuts, crossing his arms. âIâd hate for Wayne Enterprises to leave you in the dust for theâŠwhat, sixth year in a row?â
âWeâll see whoâs laughing soon, Man of Steel. Your supposed altruism is nothing but your own selfish desire, fueled by greedââ
Superman knocks him out before he can finish.
âŠ
âWhat the hell do you gel your hair with? Cement?â Bruce ruffles Clarkâs hair again with a scowl. It doesnât move.Â
âMrs. Duvetâs Quick-Dry Iron Hold gel. Otherwise it gets super obvious when Iâve been out flying.â Clark carefully starts pulling strands to the front, mimicking Bruceâs helmet hair.Â
âOf course you do.â Bruce continues carefully messing with his hair. Clark shivers at the fingers on his scalp.Â
âI can just wet it and shake it out real quick?â Clark grabs for the sink handle and starts sizing up how to fit his head into the basin.Â
âIâd rather not leave a soaking wet bathroom for the custodians.â Bruce runs his hands beneath the tap, then holds them towards Clark. âMay I?â
He nods numbly. Bruce runs his hands through Clarkâs hair and he utterly melts into it. Oh, itâs a crime this wonât last.
âLooking like, uh, we had sex is a lot harder than I thought it would be.â Clark starts fiddling with his tie. He can feel his face heating up at the idea of it.Â
âThere is an art to it. Here, let me.â Bruce takes the ends of the tie and gives it a quick full Windsor with practiced hands. Then he loosens it just right.Â
âHonestly, Bruce, no one will notice if I sneak out. Iâm just some reporter theyâve never heard of.â Clarkâs eyes dart to Bruceâs lips for a moment.Â
âThese people have nothing but time and wealthâtheyâre always looking for gossip. We disappear and you donât come back? In two days, someone will find you and hunt you down for the exclusive on our âtumultuous relationshipâ.â Bruce fiddles with Clarkâs shirt collar. Undoes a button.Â
âSo Iâll tell them we went our separate ways. Big deal.â Clark clears his throat.Â
âVicki and I broke up eight years ago. To this day, she still gets harassed by paparazzi on her way to work. Maybe that doesnât bother you, but what are you going to do when people with cameras and time start realizing how much you disappear from the Daily Planet?â Bruce makes an exasperated hand gesture that seems to lack a target.Â
âFair enough.â Perry and Lois can only protect him so much. Bruce, regrettably, has a point.Â
âWeâre playing a part. After this, you wonât have to worry. Iâll give a statement that we quietly split and in a week or two, youâll be left alone. Letâs focus on getting out of here.â Bruce returns to fiddling with Clarkâs hair.Â
Clark takes Bruceâs hands in his own. His breathing stutters a bit.
âCan I kiss you, Bruce?â Never has a question felt so heavy, so precarious.Â
âIs there someone in here?â Bruceâs voice drops low, eyes darting to the stalls.Â
âNo! No, I just thought itâd be easier toâŠyâknowâŠrather than faking it.â He canât bring himself to look Bruce in the eye. He loses track of whose heartbeat is thundering in his ears. He feels like heâs back in high school and fumbling his way through practicing in the mirror.Â
âWhat?â No going back now.Â
âIt would just be for a minute or two. It might be more effective than pretending. We could kiss a little. It doesnât have to mean anything.â Clark shrugs. Yeah. Logic is good. This is strictly a business arrangement. Friends kiss sometimes. Theyâve been through hell and high water together, this should be easy.Â
Bruce stares at him for a long while, long enough to make him sweat, to make him sick. Years of friendship and trust suddenly hang in the balance and heâs not ready for that. Heâs not ready to lose that. What the fuck has he done?Â
âIââ
âAre youâŠreasoning your way through making out with me?â Bruce puts his hands on his hips, expression utterly unreadable.Â
âMaybe?â Clark swallows.Â
Silence envelops the bathroom. Clark starts running through ways to retcon the worst mistake of his lifeâpassing it off as a joke? Yeah, that might work. He starts to fumble his way through the syllables of an apology, whenâ
Bruce laughs. Hand on the wall, shoulders shaking, laughs. He tips his head back as the last snickers float and echo. He looks at Clark down the length of his nose, still beaming. Itâs the rarest thing heâll ever see and he commits every detail to memory.Â
âI donât think anyoneâs asked so nicely before. Is this how they do it in Kansas?â Bruce unravels Clarkâs tie in seconds. He wraps both ends around his knuckles idly, hanging his wrists off of Clarkâs shoulders.Â
Clark grabs both sides of Bruceâs head and kisses him deeply to shut him up. Bruce tilts his head and pulls Clark roughly forward, slamming them both into the wall. He lets out a beautiful little noise as his hands slide beneath Clarkâs jacket and absolutely ruin the clean press of his shirt. Clark has half a mind to hoist Bruce onto one of the sinks, but he resists.Â
Heâs beautiful. Itâs the only clear thought that runs through Clarkâs head as he starts unbuttoning the buttons of Bruceâs shirt. He tilts Bruceâs jaw up and presses tender, lingering kisses down the column of his throat. Bruce pulls at Clarkâs hair, forcing his head up, and catches his lips with a growl.Â
âThatâs how we do it in Kansas.â Clark breathes, hovering in Bruceâs personal space. His glasses are fogged and smudged but he can still see the tantalizing tilt of Bruceâs lips.Â
âAgain, I have a few pointersââ
This time Clark does pick him up. Bruceâs eyes go wide.Â
âNevermind.â Bruce pulls him back in with a forearm around the neck. Clark surges forward and mouths beneath Bruceâs jaw. He can feel Bruceâs heartbeat nearby and he hunts for it, spurred on by the storm of his own want. When he finds it, he sucks slow and steady against his warm, soft skin until heâs sure itâll bruise. Bruce lets out a keening whine that stutters into a gasp, gripping Clarkâs shoulders. His thighs clench around Clarkâs waist.Â
Clarkâs better judgment grabs him and he breaks them apart. Bruce doesnât move away and that lights his brain up like a Christmas tree. He hovers there for far too long, fighting tooth and nail against the urge to chase the adrenaline. Bruce looks utterly sinful in his grip, flushed in a way Clark hasnât ever seen.Â
The concept of self-control comes to him in a whisper like itâs foreign. He remembers himself.Â
âAre weâŠgood?â Clark vaguely realizes heâs still holding Bruce and sets him down. Heâs buzzing from head-to-toe, like heâs just taken a full dayâs nap in the sunlight. Heâs not entirely certain he can feel his face. He touches his own lips reverently.Â
âWhat? Oh. Yeah, câmon.â Bruce grabs him and leads them through the venue.Â
When Bruce pulls him through the party and towards the front doors, he doesnât even process the prying eyes and whispers. All that matters is Bruceâs hand gripping his own.Â
Clarkâs determined to catch this shooting star in his hand, even if it doesnât last. Even if it burns him down the line.Â
#my fics#dc#superbat#bruce wayne#ticklish!bruce wayne#clark kent#diana is here im not tagging her#SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD#ask to tag
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Let Me Love You
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Bya18md by IllLightUpTheSky4You What if Bruce Wayne became Batman but without the mask of Brucie? He still has WE, is still technically Bruce Wayne, just doesnât have a reason to go out in public unless heâs Batman, so doesnât care as much if someone gets in a knife swipe at his face or he breaks another bone. Because of that, he has scars everywhere. Enter Clark Kent⊠Superbat (Every)Week 12 Days of Kinkmas Bingo: Body Worship AND Discovering a New Kink AND Praise Kink AND Xeno-Biology AND a slight dash of Obsession Words: 2643, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Clark Kent is Superman, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is NOT Brucie Wayne, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent Knows Bruce Wayne is Batman, Clark Kent is also obsessed with Bruce Wayne, Body Worship, First Time, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Clark Kent might have a bit of a scar kink, But Only for Bruce, Premature Ejaculation, Anal Fingering, Prostate Milking, Multiple Orgasms, Come Marking, Clark Kent Has a Large Penis, tentacles?, Itâs the Alien Biology, Tentacle Dick, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, but heâs trying, Clark just wants to love him, Anal Sex, Author is a Clark Calls Bruce âBabyâ Truther, You can pry that out of my cold dead hands read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Bya18md
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So, twelve pages has turned into twenty-eight, one chapter has become two, and if this pace keeps up this fic could be done by the end of the month.
I would insert a Snoopy dance of joy gif here, but that might jinx me.
Anyway, this fic (it's Unauthorized Situation Transpring, or UST) is only one installment in an on-going series, so the overall finish line is still a ways off. This is good, though. The possibility of getting to that finish line feels like something attainable.
That will leave only 1,000 other WIPS to deal with...
Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration, but it feels like that sometimes.
And now I have the dilemma of having come up with some ideas for next week's Superbat challenge. I really like them, too, darn it.
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Cozy Corner Kinktober Day 21-- (3 for me)
Behind the Scenes
A Homelander X Tek Knight fanfic, and Maeve is here.
Cozy corner kinktoberâ prompts: 18. Voyeurism, 10. orgasm denial, alt. Kink of choiceâ Exhibitionism.
A/N: Tek is gonna be OOC a bit bcuz honestly heâs only been in 1 ep and god knows what he's gonna be like in S4, so am inspiring him heavily on Bruce Wayne just to help myself here (used to write superbat fics back in HS), so sorry âbout that⊠I also set this in s2 so I donât think Tek Knightâs tumor would be as advanced as it is in gen V so his hole fetish has been toned down, as I imagined it wouldâve been something that slowly progressed over time⊠from kink to straight up fetish.
TW: masturbation, whatever the fuck is up with Tek Knight Hole fetish, angst, both men are being pervs, Bisexual Homelander, cum swap.
word count: 5.2K
Nothing beats an ex-lover when you need the strongest distraction after being utterly humiliated.
Edgar said no lies as he equated him to a manchild. His verbal lashing stabbing deeply into every insecurity, even threatening with terminating his contract had barely raised his blood pressure. He hadnât cared⊠ignoring him and educating him in what he really was⊠what Vought really was and how meaningless he was in return⊠more than condescending⊠it hurt⊠it made him want to fly to his apartment and burn it down.
Instead he was at Tek-Knightâs afterparty, mingling with lesser A-listers and wondering what had gone wrong in his life that he had to smell the foot fungus on peopleâs mouths.
He turned to look around after escaping another pitch for his next film, Homelander couldnât think of doing another film when he was feeling so terribly down, his sinuses burning as he tried to not drown himself in self-pity and crying⊠wanting so dearly to speak to his brother in private, just to hear his words of affirmation and encouragement.
His sole consolation came in the shape of other members of the Seven being subjected to the same meanderingâ not that they seem to be suffering too much.
Homelander eyes Maeve as some above average publicist chatted her up.
âWant me to get that for you?â
Homelander turned to spot a sharply dressed man, their shoulders rubbing at the same height as he offered a glass of bubbly.
âSparkling White Grape Juice. Had to go all the way down to the kitchen to find a single bottle for you.â
âI donât need it.â Homelander said just as sharply as this Italian suit made him look.
âYour tongue is looking 15% paler than usual. Youâre parched.â he replied pushing the glass closer to himâ "She's aroused.â
âYou fuckeâ
âThe publicist. She is being extra flirty⊠If I had to guess, she its already planning on how to get Maeve to fuck her in the parking lot.â
Robert turned to face him as a red glove delicately ripped the glass off his hand, he gave it a sniff to make sure it was clean, pleasantly surprised that was the caseâ even the juice smelled clean.
âI know you think I have a death wish but pleaseâŠâ
âStop analyzing me.â
âSo who ticked you off? Couldnât be Maeve because you wouldnât leave her alone if that was the case? Was it Matt Damon over thereâ heâs so snobby? Or was it in the office?â He stared at him trying not to chuckle, seeing that slight squeeze of his jawâ Is it that new cute little thing? Or a wHole other thing?
âStormfront doesnât bother me.â
âBzzz.â He chuckles while taking a sip of his champagneâ lie to all those cocsuckers but you canât lie to me John.â
âDonât call me that.â The glass made a slight crack but it kept its shape.
âThought you reinstated my privileges after so long.â He looks down at the rim of his glass, happy he took a sip, and the mark his lips left behindâ have some pity on me. I'm going through some health issues.â
Homelander turns to stare at him, undressing him from toe to head, looking at the density of his bones, his heart for any blockages, abnormal palpitation or growing tissue, his lungs for unusual growths then as his sight sets on Robertâs head he freezes, squinting at the mass.
âGoing to try some medications. Just a scare but the Doctors aren't sure how they are gonna crack this titanium skull of mineâ oh the irony of an indestructible body being the reason behind my demise.â He chuckles dryly hiding the slight tremor on his voice expertly.
âChemo?â
âAnd go bald!? Jesus John⊠I know youâre mad at me but donât pray for my downfall. You think people would see my movies if I became ugly?â
âI donât think it matters, nobody who comes to see your crap has any taste⊠or eyes.âÂ
That earned a smile on the other man, as he saw his tongue lick his lip, Homelander had finally found a distraction.
âThis party it's so boringâ want to play a game, Tek?â
Tek Knight blushes before a snide smile crossed his face, leaning even more closer towards Homelander knowing there was no reason to whisper into his ear, he just wanted to see the hairs of his neck raise as his silvery voice susurrated, Homelander couldnât help but to choke back a moan, as the tip of his nose rubbed his ear.
âIâll play anything you want, John. Just to help you smile againâ so heads or tails?â
He was so smooth with his words, no wonder he was so popular, always around Homelanderâs sphere when it came to those important women focused rankings.
Homelander knew the rules like the back of his hand, just as he knew how this man would never leave the house without that stupid casino chip on his breast pocket, if he knew Homelander was going to be in the vicinity⊠neither liked letting go.
It had been a torrid and sudden affairâ the first time theyâve met had been like a smack across the face, Madelyn had wanted a team-up to help boost Homelanderâs image, to have the worldâs greatest detective and up and coming TV name staple teaming up with the worldâs greatest superheroâ It was the stuff of legends.
There was a maturity to Tek Knight that other supes didnât have, the way he handled the masses was smooth, the way he poise himself and dressed was the definition of suave, he was born for the camera and it loved him, his little warming exercises even had a charm to them while Homelander still struggled to control his secret stutter⊠deep down he believed they wanted him to study the weaker supe, to copy him, to spend time with him and discover how to be better⊠he never expected to find himself drawn to him, Tek read him with ease learning how to handle him more than anybody else⊠he didn't use tricks to mess with him just used his gifts to learn how to speak to him, Tek hated deceith just as much as he didâ quick to call bullshit even from Homelander.
He didnât like the boyâs scout persona either⊠It was being able to speak freely to set the fire inside Homelander⊠There was this unspoken rule amongst all supes⊠Some clung to the belief they were too moral to fall trap to the factoid, while others just kept their mouth shut knowing the consequences would be too great if the lesser flock heard them⊠but here⊠Tek didnât care, he had no desire to care.
Maybe thatâs how Homelander found himself on top of him, maybe thatâs why he didnât flinch at the taste of bourbon on his lips, maybe thatâs why that stupid green chip bothered him so much, he couldâve ripped it off his hand easily. Catch it mid-air as he flicked it. Turn around and ignore him for the rest of the party or simply leave.
But Tek knew he was too transfixed now watching the gold sparkle under the low light as the chip dropped back into his hand and hid under the heel of his palm.
âHeads.â Homelander said looking at the compound fracture at the base of his glass.
Robert grinned, lifting it to reveal the faceless side, Homelander groaned.
Rules were simple⊠1 hour⊠donât get caught⊠each round progressively gets more and more dangerous⊠they could not go where the others couldnât see, no flying out of state or running underground, they had to stay where they could see or hear each other no matter what, or it was an instant disqualification.Â
âWhatâs the prize this time?â Homelander began to walk towards the balcony of this venue, not wanting any of the people who caught the coin flip to pry any furtherâ orâŠ?â
âThe usual.â He smiles as he follows him.
Close enough that he doesnât need super senses to smell him, to feel his presence rubbing against him, hithering closer as they close glass doors behind, he canât never fully forget the feeling, just how Tek made him feel, the way he knew how to touch him and where to touch him, how delicate his touch was for how deadly it could be, he swallowed.
Looking down and thinking of jumping into the pool several floors below, anything to maybe get away from him⊠feeling like a deer caught in the crosshair of a pack of wolves.
Homelander watches the heads below, minding their business knowing the party was just a couple steps behind, crossing his hands in front of him as Tek takes out his phone, leaning closer until heâs resting his entire weight against him, his thumb presses playâ it didnât matter what his screen was playing, just a decoy⊠for any lucky passerby to simply see two men hanging out having a laugh at some stupid video.
âWant to play for 1 hour, this time?â Tek said softly, hiding his excitement.
âJesus, you think my time itâs worth pennies?â
âIt's my party.â he laughed lightly.
âFine. You're so gonna regret this when itâs my turn.â That was the childish glee that Tek liked so much⊠this softer and playful side that only he could be privileged to.
It really shouldâve never happened, the mission was over and the room was covered in soot and guts, watching each other heave, sharing few words, staring at each other for too long, jumping throats before the bodies grew cold. They had no idea why⊠not after⊠only that he liked him⊠he liked John⊠he liked knowing this secret half that so few could be privy to, it was a rush to be the bearer of such secrets, to see that soft look on his face of bliss as they held each other's arms⊠but they couldâve never been together, even if Tek Knightâs demographic couldâve been more forgiving⊠nobody would allowed them to be together⊠so it was nothing but a fantasyâ nothing but a dream within a dream.
âItâs not fun if you make it easy.â
Homelander sighs and lowered his zipper, hearing the sound of his facial muscles move as Tek looked down.Â
Homelander stroke the limp member slightly, getting tutted by his friend, he groaned and stroked harder, looking at the monkeys beneath still unaware of what he was doing, low enough to make sense of what they could see, his blood pressure increase knowing how bad it would be, how bad it would fucking destroy him if they caught him stroking his cock next to a man.
Tek made the game harder, sliding his arm across Homelanderâs shoulders, knowing his hand was out of frame enough that he could stroke his ear without being noticed from the party, his nails caressing his chin, he hissed wetly as his touch drew circles on his cheek leaning his head lightly into his digitsâ some people caught wind of them, seeing exactly nothing, just two friends laughing, something cute at most, a phone camera took a photo from behind catching all the indecency and nothing.
Homelander was so fucking hard as he heard the fan make commentary.
âNo cumming, yet⊠you know the rules.â
âFuck off.â Pre-cum coating his gloved fingers, he watched his cock twitch against the cold wind, wanting badly to just end it, feeling the burn building under his stomachâ my turn!â
He tucked it, leaning down, hiding his face as he tried to breath himself back together, force it if he could, but he couldnât help but laugh awkwardly, feeling the adrenaline coursing thru his veins, swallowing the intoxicating perfume, Homelander shoots a cautious look behind examining the room and the building for their next spot.
âAnywhere in the hotel grounds⊠we donât leave the placeâŠ54 minutes left!â Homelander hisses.
âHow many casualties allowed?â
â2 per person max.â He begrudgingly saidâ canât make a scene⊠too many big names⊠journalist⊠photographers⊠we make it look like accidents.â Homelander looks him straight into his soulâ already got Stan Edgar breathing down my neck.â
It hurt him to deny himself, but Robert didnât argue, just massaging his neck to help him cool down.
Both men smiled at each other.
Counting every tick.
The game began.
It was a maze to navigate, to find blind spots, to discover empty halls and ignored crevices and staircases, Homelander and Tek Knight chasing each other from a distance, giggling like naughty school girls the closer and closer they got to being caught, watching their displays of debouchery with amusement as they grow increasingly more horny and frustrated, they couldnât cum until the last set or until one gave up, edging until it was unbearable.
Homelander rubbed his aching hardened member against the pillow of some strangerâs suite who had foolishly left the balcony open... Robert listened to his meandering waltzing around the room, sniffing some girls lace underwear while frothing his cock, being just a pitch louder than he should for the other manâs pleasure before he had settled on the bed and now Robert could feel his own cock about to break, his balls heavy and swollen and the pre-cum stain dampening his suit as it twitched around his hand.
Homelander loudly suckled on his fingers, wetting them until they were covered in a thick layer of drool.
Letting out the most obscene moan as he slapped his own ass, earning a dirty glance from the soon to be loser-- Tek had broken into the suite below drinking in their minibar just hearing the action with eyes closed as he stained the bed with pre-mix⊠as he tried to calm his cock and definitely to avoid coming from the sounds of Homelander fingering his pussy, choking as the wet squelching sounds grew furiously louder.
âThat couple just finished having dinner downstairs⊠you might want to hurry up⊠should be here in a couple minutes tops.â He mumbled trying to calm down as Homelander moaned louder calling his name inside desperate whispersâ fuckâŠâ
He pressed the right spots, twisting his back as he sped up his rutting, feeling sweat drops down his nose as he got closer and closer to cumming, as his fingers dug deeper enough to bring that pleasurable pressure, gasping as the pain had started to become so unbearable.
âQuit.â
âNo!â He stopped throwing the pillow against the wall, turning on his back, breathing heavily.
âJohn⊠Come meet me in the bathrooms⊠now.â
âYou giving up?â
âNo.â
âThen I am getting a cold shower.â
âJohn if you donât come meet me in the bathrooms Iâll go find somebody else to join me.â
He didnât like that tone⊠he used it so much on Robert it was no surprise the actor had learned it worked both ways, Homelander sat on the bed, putting his suit on after dousing his groin with cold water, glad the padding hid his half-mast.Â
Flying out the balcony and hopping back to their party searching for him amongst the crowd of drunks.
Maeve caught him coming back, caught the fluster in his step and the flush on his cheek under the coloured light.
Biting her lips, knowing what was happening⊠she shouldâve known that when these two knuckleheads got together they would either try to out-bitch each other or play their stupid dirty gameâŠÂ
She used to wonder if he would make her less miserable if he had been able to be with Robert, if his anger and obsession wasnât fueled by projection⊠Neither man couldâve ever been together, and he had taken it out on her, obsessing on the only woman in his eyes (supposedly).Â
Maeve knew just how hungry they were⊠touch starved⊠letting their hands touch just never for too long just constant light brushes⊠just bumping shoulders here and there for a second too long⊠Maeve at least found joy in seeing him suffer even if it was returned to her x10 worse.
She took a glass, a canape and followed him discreetly.
He entered the empty bathroom, tapping on each cubicle as if he was a mere human finding nothing until the last stall.
Sitting on the disabled toilet with his ankle over his knee and two glasses of champagne.
âSo romantic.â
Placing the glasses on his sides, he dug into his breast pocket to pull out a flower head, extending his fingers towards himâ slightly wilted and small, a once vibrant rose bud⊠but just as fragrant as the rest.
Showing up at his penthouse always carrying roses, making him know what those pretty women in the movies felt when their hands were filled with a bouquet⊠Homelander had gotten plenty in his life⊠given many as well⊠so the magic should've died out... yet here he was a twenty-two year old sheltered boy swallowing nervously as his cheeks heat up in front of the boy he liked.Â
Jittery and bashful from a single rose⊠just small enough he could hide it in his jacket⊠no matter where they would go⊠if he could get away with it⊠if he knew he could⊠Robert would make his heart flutter.
He picked him by the collar, scrunching the fine fabric of his suit before risking it all on his lips, Tek Knight took a second to react, entertaining his hands as they leap towards the exposed flesh of his neck, digging into his scalp as their tongues twist.
Slamming themselves on the wall letting the unlocked door rock back and forth, Homelander's lips plump as he suckles and licks every ridge, alcohol and peppermint pungent on his tongue, wanting to savor him, wanting to swallow every drop of drool of Robertâs tongue, wanting so desperately to fill this anguish.Â
Kissing him was the cure to a million ailments, it filled him with just as much happiness as it made him die⊠it was agonizing knowing how much his body wanted Tek⊠how much it missed him, his breath couldâve been sulfur and he would wouldâve choke on it gladly⊠just agony⊠if he could be that foolish young man again to try to change time... Homelander still wouldnât hesitate jumping back into this car wreck, he would hurt himself on this soft silky lips over and over again.
Tek pressed his knee in-between his tights, dropping his hands over his arms, ripping the gloves with force until his naked hands rubbed against each other, his left fingers latch on the zipper pulling it to feel more skin, wanting to feel the buttery feeling of Homelanderâs being.
Homelander returned the favor, skillfully opening his shirt, knowing he couldnât just rip it offâ that had been hard to explain before.Â
Feeling every hurried heartbeat against his hand, feeling every inch of hardened muscle on his smooth chest.
âWant to call it quits, John?â He sussurated into his neck, suckling on the crumbs of heat he could getâ come on, sugar. I want you so fucking bad⊠I want to die inside youâŠâ tracing his chin the tip of his tongue, Homelandeer shuddered whining as the pain in his pants grew unbearable once more, crying into his hand as Tek Knight licked his earâ I want you to fuck me so fucking hard Iâll need crutches.âÂ
âRobert!â he hissed, pulling his head wanting to kiss him more, quick pecks laughing quietly into him, panting constellations into his neckâ give up and Iâll make you feel like fucking Madonna.â
He parted, taking a pair of steps back stopped by the toiletâs edge, close to coming undone.
âLower your pants. Game hasnât ended.â
He undoes his belt letting it flop on his sides, teasing him as he takes his sweet time lowering his zipper⊠heâs hard, twitching in the warm air. Homelander doesnât copy him turning towards the exit, brushing close enough to tease the man, hands quickly grab him by the hip pressing himself against him, rubbing his length on America.
âI want to make this more fun, you pervert.â
He pushes the door, leaving him behind, stopping by the basin, a wide grin on his face.
âFuck that stupid fucking glass. You and your weird hole kink⊠You know Knight⊠I find your thing funny so amuse meâŠwhy else bring those hereâ You know I donât drink.â
âTo celebrate my victory of course.â
It had been a gradual thing, to witness his fixation evolve, that naivety inside Homelander had wilted into bitterness and seeing Tekâs humiliating exploits almost comforted him⊠that he broke without him.
They would never be more than a rendezvou, they clung to each other wanting to make every second longer than before, parted by the wild current they still swummed against it, hoping to meet in the middle, content to just brush their fingertips.
Over the years as time settled on them while their hearts remained inmature, Homelander had noticed this unusual proclivity, it began as simple fascination, pensive stares, fingers caught drawing circles repeatedly, burning his finger as it follows the edge over and over⊠watching him fuck a tree engrossed him, cackling as he got worse and worse, he had been so good that he canât find pleasure in people anymoreâ he thought.
Wishing it was him.
Homelander cocked his head watching the man spill on the floor, bucking his hips, hissing and gasping as the bubbly fizzles around his sensitive head and his hole, tickled by the fizz in a way a tongue could never, it was growing warm and sticky, as he pushed the expensive drink with his girth, the cold made him shudder now the smooth wet glass licked his cock back.
Homelander leaned down whistling to catch his attention.
Robert stops abruptlyâ Homelander bare it all.Â
It was hard to believe there was a time where he was shy and nervous, where he had to teach him what to do, where he was too afraid to bend over for him, now he purred as his fingers teased his entrance, pushing in, stretching himself just a tadâ Robert mouth watered, wanting to bury his face in there, the glass no longer as appealing.
With his belt dragging on his ankles, he quickly found himself on his knees.
Homelander gaspedâ guess he wasnât the only one allowed to play dirty, he thought. One hand firmly using a glass fleshlight and the other spreading his cheek, Tek squeezed and slapped as his tongue drew circles, as it reached deeper, slobbering into his chin⊠the taste strong and salty.
Homelander had to hold the base of his cock, leaking pre-cum into the polished floors.
âThis is the womenâs bathroom.â
Both men flinched, eyes and muscles ready to neutralize the threat yet all Tek Knight could muster was a shrug before returning back to his meal.
Homelander twisted his back, careless fingers vaguely attempting to push him away, stifling a laugh as he stares back at Maeve, she looks at the exit knowing thereâs a passerby in the hall cursing at the out of service sign.
âPlease tell me you havenât killed anybody tonight.â
Homelander shook his head biting his lip as Tek sped up his tongue, lowering it until he was suckling on the sensitive perineum, biting it, and kissing it, not stopping as he stared at Maeve briefly, not hiding his annoyance.
Back then she was the one next to him in the magazines⊠always running after her⊠she was the one that was the most special, she was the one that understood him the best, who suited him best⊠horseshit, he told himself.
âOnly 1 person, my bad.â Tek Knight kisses his ass standing up, pulling his pants with one hand and carrying the glass with the otherâ I quit.â He grumbled.
Coming into the champagne glass, looking at his load as it mixed with some bubbly before leaving it on the sink.
He took to the basin after taking a handful of paper towels, washing his hands without care while soaking the towels.
âHeyâŠâ Homelander took his shoulder.
âWhat?â
âYou canât just quit!?â
âI canât stand her.â His smile is still so charming as he speaks, looking down as the washes off the sticky champagne stains off his groinâ go! be a tattle-tell if you like Maeve⊠nobody its gonna fucking believe you.â
âDonât be like that⊠Maeve isnât going to do such thing⊠right, Maeve?â
âDonât care. You can have him now if you want, Ms. Cockblocker.â
Before Meave could answer back, she was met with an accusatory finger on her face, Tek zipped his pants after doing half the job, just clean enough that he could survive whatever was left ot the afterparty but Homelander wouldnât let him leave, his hand pulling on his elbow keeping him firmly in his presence.
âIgnore her⊠we always did love an audience.â He turned to Maeveâ you stay right there and keep watch, understand?â He growled, eyes flickering red towards her direction.
âWhat do you want anyways?â He said still miffed but relaxing around Homelanderâs grip.
âJust making sure you two werenât going to be covered in blood⊠dunno if you know this Knight but thereâs a lot going on right now.â
âYeah right. You just wanted to ruin my fun⊠like you always do.â
âYou think I want your seâ
âBoth of you shut up! Maeve learn to mind your own business and you donât antagonize her⊠sheâs here because she wants to watch thatâs why! She has what three bottles in her already!â
âTwo and a half⊠fuck you drink a lot of merlot.â He seemed disgusted at the choiceâ please tell me you had the moscato, it was simply refreshing!âÂ
âI donât like moscato.â she chucklesâ and am not drunk, I'm tipsy.â she laughs with a sleepy smile.
âYouâre just another pervert who wants to see his ex get fucked in the ass by his other ex... so be quiet and enjoy the show."
She tried to wipe that shit eating grin on her face.
âForget about her and just think of me⊠I want you⊠I won⊠so my price is you sucking me offâŠâ He took his face stroking his neck, forcing him to look directly at himâ RobertâŠâ
âYou didnât win. I quit. That means the price is nullâŠâ both looked so needy, Robert's darkened eyes almost pleading him to make him stay where his lips couldn't.â suck me off first⊠please, baby⊠Iâm upset.â
âNo, you sore loserâŠâ
âYouâre so cruel.â He moped.
Homelander rolled his eyes taking the glass before skulking the contents, Robert got hard immediately, watching Homelander lick the rim clean before forcing him into a salty sweet kiss.
Cum frothing from the friction.Â
They danced their way back into the cubicle, grinning as the toilet lid squeaked under his weight, Homelander threw his boots and his tights off with enviable effortlessness giving Mr. Vernon plenty to take a hold off, he squeezed his thin legs, savoring the velvety texture, his cock hard and leaking, Tek took it giving it a few pumps, licking his taste off lips with anticipation, his mind solely focused on John, Maeve ceased to exist even if the stench of merlot didnât, he only wanted this.
âThanks baby.â
âOnly because youâre cute, John.â
Throwing his head back as the other man took his manhood, slurping and swallowing, each stroke followed by his mouth, Homelander placing his hand firmly on his neck pushing him further, he could feel him chuckle against his length.Â
Homelander came hard and embarassingly quick, whimpering as he buckled his hips.
But Robert was glad regardless.
Tek didnât stop moving his lips, wanting him to grind his teeth some more, he let it out with a wet pop, gasping with a satisfied smile, kissing his legs and thighs wishing to leave hickeys and burns.
âYou swallowed.â He sounded so disappointed it touched the otherâs heartstrings with guilt.
âMy turn.â
Tek pushed him back, standing up weakly, leaning to his side to take the second glass of champagne he had left on the floor before.
âLick it.â
Homelander obliged, licking the edge creasing his nose as the fizz got on his nostrils.
Maeve grimace was short lived, Homelander hand tugged on that pesky belt, pulling him out once more, stroking him roughly, as his tongue parted his loverâs needless toy.
Maeve sat not minding if her skirt got damp, biting her lips as she saw the blonde get on his knees.
Transfixed as she watched his head bobbed, clenching her legs as the man sung loudly, they spoke with only looks, whispering to each other, Robert encouraging him, to look past the flavor, Homelander groaned, displeased but he would cooed him, coaxed him to keep going, coaxing gently to take it deeper, playing with his hair as the man flat tongue made him see the runnign waters of the river styx, rutting his hips into his throat as he saw death welcoming him.
Maeve hand stroked her clit, taking short breath as she tried to not make a sound, her pussy soaking her fingers as she traveled a little further, wanting to fill herself with anything but not wanting to make a show for the bastards either.
Maeve had to look away, she had peeked into something forbidden. It seems for Homelander had leaped into his mouth, kissing him, burning him, Tek was seeing stars, the mixture of salt and french sweetness coating his tongue.
Craning his back as the other manâs weight pulled him downâ he saw his John from all those years ago, how nervous his hand was, cupping his cheek, searching for cues to deepen their kiss, to know Robert had wanted him just as much as he had.
He always had.
Fame, fortune and the admiration of many didnât compare to being Homelanderâs.
He wished he hadnât been greedy.
He wished he had been happy to just be the mistress.
He wished he hadnât been the clever one that turned to that once naive boy and told him that it could never be.
He had to cut him out of him like he was cancer.
No matter how much he wanted him, no matter how much it hurt to see him running after that redhead.
He looked up to catch her, smelling her arousal and regret.
âCome to my loft⊠John⊠just for toniteâŠâ he susurratedâ I want to be yoursâŠâ
Homelander smiled, half lid eyes and bruised lips gave him a soft yes.
Maeve ran out the bathroom wanting to find something to wash away the confused feeling in her stomach, thinking of that cute publicist that had been eyeing her all night.
Robertâs ear followed her heels, as John kissed him while fixing himself doing just enough of a good job that cameras wouldnât notice how disheveled he was, he had done a good job considering he hadnât stopped kissing his lover for most of the ordeal.
âIâll be a good boy and get the bath ready for when you get home, Tek.â
âIâll get the condoms on my way home then.â
âWhy? We are gonna run out of them anyhooâ he growled into him, licking Tek's lower lip, gnawing on him until a scarlet drop fell on his tongueâ see ya in a jiffy, Robert.â
âPromise?â
âPromise.â
âIâll go first.â
Homelander rolled his eyes, kissing him goodbye for the time being.
Ignoring the crowds as they both left to attend more pressing matters.
Glad to meet again as if they were just those hopeful stupid kids yet again.
#homelander#tek knight#homelander fanfiction#tek knight fanfiction#the boys fanfiction#my fic tag#personal#cozy corner kinktober#homelader x tek knight#homeknight?#Hometek?#TekHome?#not proofread sorry#I am esl sorry for grammar#hometek#holelander
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lil snippet [376 words] of tooth rotting established relationship superbat fluff set in the purring au [kryptonians purr, thatâs basically all you need to know] sometime after tacere and sometime before unnamed and still unplotted sequel. its pillow talk but g rated
"Bruce," Clark murmurs. "If you don't stop doing that I'm going to start purring on you."
Bruce smiles lazily and continues to card his fingers through Clark's hair, enjoying the loose-limbed weight of his partner resting across his chest, satisfied and warm. Clark makes a muffled nmrgh sound and presses his face a little more into Bruce's body. God, he's getting nuzzled. Maybe Clark wasn't-
Oh. No, he wasn't joking. Bruce feels it before he hears it, a low, slow vibration against his torso. He continues to stroke his fingers through Clark's hair, and a slow dawn of happiness rises in his body. Clark feels so safe with him that he lets himself purr. Bruce watches Clark's shoulders relax even further after a few moments. He hadnât even thought that was possible. The manâs practically liquid. Nothing short of the world ending could stop him continuing to be here, continuing to tease Clarkâs soft hair between his fingers as Clarkâs heart-warm body rumbles with contentment draped over his own. God, Bruce wishes he could purr back.
After a few minutes, Clark turns his head, resting his chin on Bruceâs chest, looking up to him languidly. The mate markings on his cheeks and forehead are glowing faintly, and a smile traces the corners of his mouth and eyes as the rumbling purr continues. Bruce diverts his hand for a moment to stroke Clarkâs cheekbone with his thumb, feeling the line of greater warmth on the marking, and Clark closes his eyes. Bruce tries not to compare it to petting a dog or a cat. Itâs Clark. Heâs better. AlthoughâŠ
âHey,â Bruce murmurs, and watches the sweep of Clarkâs thick eyelashes as those unearthly blue eyes open. He slowly blinks at Clark, feeling a little like an idiot and a lot in love. Clark looks puzzled for a moment but then, his eyes brighten and he snorts, his stupid smothered laugh he doesnât do around anyone else.
âYou dorrrk,â he says. The effect is completely ruined by his sappy smile and the slight flip on the r, persisting from his rumbly purr. Bruce, unnatural contentedness lightening his whole being, grins at Clark, and Clark rolls his eyes and then slow blinks back at Bruce. âI love you too.â
#-_-'#my writing#superbat#kryptonians are aliens#tacere#uhhhh i guess the verse tag is#urvishulahdh#i feel like bruce perhaps flirted with selina also using this technique#[slow blink]#she had the same reaction as clark [thinks bruce is so wonderfully cringefully awkwardly endearing at showing love; rails him about it]#the secret of urvishulahdhverse is that kryptonians are a little catlike but bruce is a lot catlike#anyway. posting bc this will probably not make it into said sequel. or if it does it'll be literally months bc the kryptonian superbat#fic is. demanding most of the very limited Productive Words
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A WIP from my Superbat fic! More like a deleted scene, but still!
Clark frowns down at his hot chocolate. He'll need to reheat it before drinking. "They're so different, Lois. Gotham...it's just so..." How can he possible describe this?
â©"Let's say Metropolis is a cheese, right?" Lois rolls her eyes at the metaphor but she doesn't complain outwardly. "You can clearly see the moldy parts and once you cut it off, the rest is fine. That's how Superman handles the crime here. He cuts off the bad parts, saves whoever needs it, and life goes on."
â©"But Gotham," He continues, "is like a loaf of bread. You only see mold once the spores have been there long enough; and once you see one, there's mold everywhere. It's completely different and unless Superman can somehow see every spore...it'll never go away."
â©Lois raises an eyebrow. "Isn't cheese made of mold?"
â©"No." Clark corrects her with slight irritaiton. Okay, maybe a little more than slight. "It's bacteria and rennet, but that's not important. What I'm saying is that, in order for Superman to help Gotham, he needs to understand how Batman handles Gotham."
â©Lois sits up, the concern returning to her face. "Clark, you have a lot on your plate. Maybe you should tell someone else about this. Someone who can actually help you." She holds up a finger just as he's about to speak. "I'm not saying I won't help. I'm your friend, so that's obviously my job, but I mean someone from Gotham. Are there really no other heroes besides Batman?"
â©"Not that I've ever noticed. The Bat works alone. And I've already been told off by the police department."
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I would like something superbat related perhaps where one of them has a certain device that the other one has the remote to đor something to do with tits or both, what ever you want
I heard the words "Superbat" and "tits" and momentarily blacked out, only to awaken and find this all typed up in frenzy đ„Žđ„Ž
To any outsider, Wayne Manor would look almost abandoned at such a late hour as the lights dimmed into darkness and any visible movement of the denizens within was lost to the disappearing sun. However, hidden away amongst the vast collection of rooms, sat a master bedroom which currently held two of the most powerful and dangerous men in the world.
The room was surprisingly warm; a result of the two bodies which refused to be parted as a continued session of heavy petting forced the air between them to grow electrified with excitement.
Bruce's broad chest visibly moved. Rising and falling in time with his quickened breathing, his hands brushed across the sheets as Clark ground himself loosely on his lap with a distinctively lazy pace, the thick muscle of his ass wickedly rough against his confined cock.
Clark had long discovered that Bruce possessed surprisingly sensitive nipples and he loved to flaunt that knowledge, using it to guarantee a fun reaction from the typically-stoic features.
Case in point, Clark dipped his head low to capture Bruce's left nipple between his teeth. Biting down with a very controlled pressure, the low whine which slipped free of Bruce's lips as his calloused hands moved to press harshly against Clark's exposed back was almost enough to have him come right then and there. It was a sinful sound, almost pathetic in its earnestness, and it sparked an unfamiliar possessiveness deep within Clark's chest.
His face flushed, Bruce arched his back to allow Clark easier access as his fingers slipped even higher to tug at the slight curls which formed at the base of Clark's neck. Things had been quiet the last few days and, with Bruce's children taking up the mantle of Gothams protectors for the evening, both men had taken full advantage of the peace to blow off some steam.
"Clark." Bruce said, the word both a warning and an encouragement which was swiftly taken on board with a cheeky grin as Clark easily switched targets.
Mouth busy as he worried at the pink nub with a playful shake of his head, Clark brought up his fingers to pluck at Bruce's other nipple, the sensitive nub still slicked by his saliva.
The dual sensation of teeth and fingers drew a fresh groan from Bruce as his fingers tugged roughly at the curls his digits were still wrapped within.
Clark swiped his tongue across the nipple within his mouth before pulling free but he immediately found his lips captured in a filthy kiss as Bruce struck out at him like a cobra, snaring him with a growl that ignited a noticeable twitch in Clark's cock as it bobbed against his stomach.
"Bruce?" Clark asked, pulling away enough to press their foreheads together. "How much longer do you think we have?"
"Long enough." Bruce growled as his hips jerked impatiently. "But if you don't get a move on, country boy, the-"
His words halted by Clark's lips on his own once again, Bruce responded with enthusiasm as Clark's hand traced out a slow but definite trail down his chest towards its intended prize.
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Music for Dreaming
by Mild and Hammered (pillage_and_lute) Bruce Wayne is a lover of fine things, and of course, Clark is one of the world's finest. When a slight misunderstanding about their shared hotel room puts him in extra close proximity, can he deal snuggle up to his best friend without revealing just how lovely he thinks Clark is? Superbat Week 2024- Prompt fill for Day 2: Ordeals on the Road-There Was Only One Bed Words: 2985, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Superbat Week 2024 Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: There Was Only One Bed, Superbat Week 2024, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Minor Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Roadtrip Fic, but only barely, Pining, Unresolved Sexual Tension via https://ift.tt/pxRcq9g
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RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I didn't like how I organized before so here it is in a separate post.
Tagged by: @atlas-likes-writing
Thanks for the tag man!!
My Wips
For organization's sake reasons I'll Separate by color Batfam black and Spideypool - Deadpool red.
Marvel
Why you only call me when you're high. (Poolverine concept. One phrase).
Tonight I'll give all my love in the backseat. (Spideypool. PWP)
A looot of unamed docs (spideypool mostly.)
The first time Wade died I threw up (Spideypool. Oneshot. Angst.)
Spideypool ideas. (Concepts, loose chapters, lists, mostly unfinished. Rough Draft. Mostly angst but some PWP).
Call out my name (Spideypool/ Cablepool. Oneshot. Unrequited love + Angst)
I'm prepared to do this sacrifice'. (Team red. Spideypool. Spideydevil. Darepool? Crack fic + Comedy + Identity Porn + Idiots in love + Changing places).
Getting of Bullying. (Spideypool. Loose dialogue.)
Spiderfam. (Spideypool. Rough draft. Idea abandoned)
Back of bones (Spideypool. Angst + PWP).
The Aftermath. (Spideypool. Angst + Older Peter Parker. Future setting)
Party. (Spideypool. Enemies to lovers + PWP + Cannot adjacent + Oneshot + Pre-Spider-Man/Deadpool canon).
Spideypool Fanfic. (If I'm not wrong the first one I wrote about them, never finished, so early I haven't yet even read a Spider-Man comic. Characterization heavily based on fannon and Andrew's Peter Parker haha.)
DC
Jay (Batfam. Jason centric Angst. + Recovery fic + Slice of life)
He doesn't love me. (Batfam. Jason centric. Angst + Oneshot).
Jason & Duke. (One shot. Fluff + Angst. Kind of.)
Duke & Damian. (One shot. Slice of life+Heavily dialogue)
Damian Wayne (Future! Au. Never finished)
Gothamite Tales. (Batman. Slice of life + Gotham city centric)
Jason told him once. (Dick centric. Early draft, very old. Never finished.)
Dick Grayson (Dick centric. So, sooo old. So many grammar mistakes I had no idea how to write him. Still keep it for emotional attachment reasons. Very rough draft. I bet it is a very fannon too. Oneshot. Angst.)
I'm not gonna dance. (Superbat. Fluff + Idiots in love + Can be headed as platonic to, but oh well. Why not?)
A bat is a winged rat. (Posted. Batfam. Angst + Hurt comfort (kind of?))
Tim Drake (Character sheet).
Jon. (Jon centric. Character study.)
Honorable mentions where the wip is unamed but the folder isn't:
1. Two years ago I learned that the guy who I used to argue in one of my classes is Wade's friend (Spideypool. Comedy. Bittersweet. Peter centric).
2. Chicken. (Spideypool. Crack + Comedy + Porn without plot).
3. BodyGuard. (Spideypool. Enemies to lovers + Violence + Slight gore (is Deadpool c'mon) + Smut + Comedy + Action + Unwillingly buddy cop team up).
4. Lois Lane and Bruce. (Batfam + Lois Lane. Finished. + Crack + Oneshot).
5. Nice Future. (So unfinished I only have a rough draft and character sheets sorry).
6. Duke Thomas Centric (The one's with him and Jason/Damian are here)
7. Battrip. (Oneshot. Rough drafts. So sooo fannon. From YEARS AGO. Love her so much).
I already tagged everyone :)
Total: 32 wips. Jeez!
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