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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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The Scream Heard Around the World

Warnings: Language and Violence

“There’s a story that Superman has another weakness besides Kryptonite. It’s not a form of element or another dimensional being, it’s a woman. A human one. It’s said that once Superman’s lover died, he went mad. Killed everything and everyone but there was one whom he didn’t harm. He kept her. Some say that he keeps her locked up somewhere that no one else is able to go. Keeps her chained up in a pretty white dress.”

“Bullshit!” One person exclaimed.

“You think so? Well, then why do you think the Man of Steel doesn’t go hunting 24/7, only in the daytime?”

Everyone was tense because even though this was indeed just a story being told, this was their reality. Under the rule of Superman. He controlled everything because of the power he possessed. There was no one to challenge him or his rule. The people lived in fear waiting to see what mood he would wake up in today.

“That can be anything though.”

“I doubt he stopped killing because of good pussy.”

“He can still change. He was good before he can be that again.”

“What about that god-awful scream?” Everyone went silent at that. All of them exchanged wary looks.

“I suspect that he got that woman pregnant and she had his baby and when it was born it screamed so loud that it killed everyone that could hear it. We all heard about those people who just suddenly died. All with the same symptoms. Ears and eyes dripping with blood. Their bodies still shaking because the brain doesn’t know that they’re dead yet. The scream heard around the world.”

That was what those who survived called it. That awful scream that killed half the world.

Everyone who believed the story speculated what happened but no one truly knew. They assumed the woman died giving birth because what human could possibly sustain carrying Superman’s spawn? Or even endure the screaming of the newborn? Maybe both mother and child died? There was only ever one scream and it invoked fear in everyone if another was ever heard.

“There were no repercussions for us,” another spoke. “If he lost either one or both he would have been plagued with grief and anger but it’s been quiet since then. No visits, sightings, or killings. What if they’re both alive, somehow?”

“I guess we’ll never quite know? But God Bless those who ever encounter Superman and the spawn he’ll raise.”

#Superman #Clark Kent #Kal-El #Superman drabble #Clark Kent Drabble #Kal-El drabble #Superman imagine #kal-el imagine #Clark Kent imagine #dark!superman #dark!clark kent #dark!Kal-El #Man of Steel #Superman x reader #clark kent x reader #kal el x reader

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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A little drabble with Superman + "Wait. Are you jealous?" I think jealousy would look cute on him.

Anon, anything would look cute on Superman. He's a big himbo, he has natural cuteness.

Pairing: Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, jealousy, kissing, teasing, flustered!Clark Kent, sweet!Clark Kent

A/N: Some much needed Clark content. When new cartoon comes out I will pop off though.

2. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

"Here's your stop. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were down where the action was just to be carried home by me." Clark hovered just over the balcony with you in his arms still, his cape swaying gentle on the night breeze.

"Would you be mad if that was the case?" He lifted an eyebrow at you, clearly not approving of the way in which you wanted to get his attention. Speaking off attention, "Is that why you got all moody after? I wasn't in any real danger, Green Lantern was there to shield me."

Clark pressed his lips in a tight line, "Yeah, I saw it. I thanked him." He should be happier about this, "I would have been there a second later though, he could have focused on the villain instead."

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" You smirked at his blush, "Oh god, you totally are!"

"It was the way he kissed your hand after." How was he the strongest man on Earth and yet managed to have the most adorable pout you've ever seen.

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, smiling into his skin, "Clark, I'm pretty sure he was only doing that to get on your nerves."

"Guessed that much. Don't... don't go getting into anymore trouble, I love you but I'm not gonna fight my friends over this little teasing." Or else he was the one who was gonna be in trouble.

"Sure you're not. You're a good boy." Clark blushed as red as the symbol on his chest at your words, not used to hearing them in this context, "Haha, or maybe not so good."

#clark kent x reader #superman x reader #kal el x reader #dc comics x reader #dc comics headcanons #dc comics imagine #dc comics x female reader #dc comics fluff #clark kent x female reader #clark kent imagine #clark kent headcanon #clark kent fluff #superman imagine #superman headcanons #superman fluff #superman x female reader #dc comics drabble #clark kent drabble #superman drabble

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daedalusdavinci · 1 year

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30 with SuperBats?

30. things I wish you’d said

oh i went somewhere with this one. tw for child death

“You could have told me.” Clark’s arms were folded over his chest, the set of his shoulders that Superman immovable. Framed against the Gotham skyline, bright and perfect and everything Bruce wasn’t, it felt hard to believe that Clark couldn’t see why Bruce hadn’t told him.

Bruce’s shoulders hunched around his ears, curling further into his crouch as he peered over the edge of the roof. He didn’t want to come off as emotional. He knew that was how Clark saw him anyway. “It’s over, now.”

“But it still matters. Bruce.” Clark unfolded his arms, and bent, folding into something smaller as he crouched at Bruce’s level. The stubbornness peeled back to show the concern that was really underneath, the furrow of his brows and the downturn of his lips. His eyes could look so soft, so blue, like a lake on a clear day. There was enough love built into that concern to drown Bruce, and somehow that made it all worse, knowing he was pressing the point because he cared. “Did you not think I’d come? That I’d care? It was your son’s funeral, Bruce.”

It felt hard to breathe, like the concern was suffocating him, pushing him toward the edge of the roof. He couldn’t deal with this. He couldn’t talk about it. Not with Clark. Not right now. He wanted to pull away, to move further from those blue, blue eyes until everything just faded. But he couldn’t let Clark believe that he didn’t know he cared. He fastened his eyes on a couple far below, making their way home in the dark, and forced the words out of his chest. “I know. I know you would have.”

“Then why didn’t you ask me?” Clark’s hand was like a furnace on Bruce’s forearm, the touch familiar and pleading and comforting like a knife against his back and the crack of a fist across his cheek. “You have people who would be there for you. You don’t have to go through this alone.” The again went unspoken. Bruce didn’t know how to say he hadn’t been alone then, either. It felt simultaneously important and irrelevant.

Bruce shut his eyes and forced himself to take a slow breath. The fragile feeling in his chest ebbed, just a little, and his face felt a little less hot. “I needed to do it on my own.”

“Don’t punish yourself like this. Bruce-”

“Kal,” Bruce interrupted, sharp and brittle. Something sharp hovered in his chest, keeping him from inhaling all the way for fear of what he might exhale. The heat of Clark’s shoulder just an inch away from his own was like an axe swinging into his last support, and he knew that if he leaned into it, he wouldn’t be able to keep holding himself up much longer. His voice came out halting and strained, not quite steady, but thankfully not shaky, either. “I didn’t invite you because... if you were there...”

Unbidden, he could see the gray skies that had hovered over the funeral in his mind. He saw Alfred desperately avoiding his gaze, nose turned to the sky so that he might keep the tears from falling. He saw Jason’s tiny coffin, too small to be lowered into the ground so soon, and he knew that if even one person had been there to try and comfort him, if one person had allowed him to acknowledge his feelings, he never would’ve been able to get it into the ground.

His mouth opened and closed silently, the words refusing to come.

Clark’s shoulder pressed into his own, his hand carefully pulling Bruce’s away from the concrete, fingers slipping between Bruce’s own.

Bruce exhaled like he’d been hit. His eyes burned and his vision swam, and suddenly, it felt hard to stay upright. When he started to lean, Clark was already moving, a leg swinging over the edge of the roof and another folding behind Bruce’s back as he sat down, arms open to take the weight.

He was so warm. His embrace was like nothing else Bruce had ever known, sturdy and safe in a way that just made it so easy to trust him, to relax, to feel everything Bruce had been trying not to feel at all. His lips pressed against Bruce’s shoulder, his arms crossing over Bruce’s stomach like he could keep him secure no matter how far he fell.

Bruce tugged his cowl and gloves off irritably, slumping back into Clark and swiping at his eyes. “This is why. This is why, you goddamn-”

“Oh, Bruce.” Clark’s voice was so soft, but Bruce was thankful for the teasing edge to it, thankful he didn’t sound pitying. His lips were warm against Bruce’s jaw. “Only you would try not to cry at a funeral.”

“Shut up.” Bruce hated the way his voice cracked, and the petulance in his tone. He hated how easy it was to twist into Clark, to press his forehead against Clark’s temple and just trust him.

“It’s okay to feel things. Especially right now. You’re allowed to need support. You’re allowed to be weak. You’re allowed to be a mess at your son’s funeral all over a reporter you barely know.” At Bruce’s light touch, Clark’s fingers found his own, twisting into his. The squeeze he gave him was so gentle and affectionate, it felt right. It felt like safety. “You should have asked, Bruce.”

#superbat #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #kal el #asks #my fics #tumblr drabbles #if a single person asks how IM doing vis a vis my mental state rn as a result of anything ive written in here #1) all of this is unrelated to anything i may or may not be going thru currently. 2) fuck you mind your business 3) ill chew your nose off

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Masterlist 2

NaEmoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find Masterlist 1 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner who he calls daddy (mild ❤️ mentions)

-Moon knight

The moonboys with a male reader whos a stoic tall history teacher

The moonboys (mainly Steven) watching horror movies with alien male reader

The moonboys with a lover who has C-PTSD

The moonboys with omegaverse, with a beta reader.

Moonboys and Khonshu with a touch starved reader

-Namor/kukulkan

“Clipped wings” Part 1 Namor x mutant reader

-Eddie Brock(and venom)

Eddie and Venom with a ftm reader

-Andrew Garfield (tasm) Peter Parker

Peter Parker x deadpool male reader

Spiderverse

-Miguel O’Hara

Miguel O’Hara scent/sweat smut drabble❤️

-Peter B Parker

Peter B Parker with a narcoleptic boyfriend

-Hobie Brown

Hobie Brown with a boyfriend whos a juggalo and a fellow spiderman

Hobie Brown sfw alphabet

Hobie Brown nsfw alphabet ❤️

Hobie Brown x deadpool male reader

Hobie brown x lead guitarist male reader

Hobie Brown x Male reader whos spiderman and the son of Miguel from another dimension

Hobie Brown x insecure male reader

-Pavitr Prabhakar

Pavitr Prabhakar sfw alphabet

-Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir

Spidernoir with a ftm reader

Spidernoir with a lover who keeps touching his web slit/spinnerette ❤️(a little bit)

-Ben Reilly

Ben Reilly is in spider heat and wants nothing more than for you to dominate him ❤️

-Multiple

Miles and Prowler Miles with a black cat reader whos in love with miles, and is dead in earth-42.

Relationship headcanons for Miles Morales, Miguel O'hara and Hobie Brown.

Platonic/parental headcanons for Peter B and Miguel with a spiderman male reader whos very protective

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x male reader cuddling and edging, drabble ❤️

Bruce Wayne x male reader, meeting the family

-Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson x male reader whos a dancer and hero

Dick Grayson x powered male reader whos the son of oliver queen

Dick Grayson x clarks son reader, who are hopelessly in love.

Dick Grayson x Rogue doctor male reader

-Jason Todd

Jason having a depressive episode and the reader takes care of him, so he goes into subspace ❤️

Jason todd x older vigilante male reader, part two (little bit of ❤️)

Jason Todd x snobby rich male reader with brat taming ❤️

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake x ftm reader, ft cuddling and homemade coffee

Tim Drake x flirty son of Trigon male reader, whos a sorcerer vigilante

Tim Drake x autistic male reader, where they mirror eachother, ft the batfams reaction to that

Being Tim Drakes boyfriend and his family is protective of him

Tim Drake x male reader, pulling all nighters and falling asleep

Tim Drake x older male reader

-Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian with a Alien reader who pretty much adopts him

-Wally West

Wally West with an autistic male reader

FTM Wally West x Male reader with Wally being eaten out drabble❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen x cat burglar male reader

Barry Allen x alien male reader whos culture roughhouses

-Eobard Thawne

Eobard Thawne with a male reader whos just a normal guy.

-Roy Harper

Roy Harper with a villain male reader

-Clark Kent/Kal-el

Clark Kent being flirted with by a rich male reader, instead of reader flirting with Lois

Clark Kent with a kryptonian partner, featuring scent kink and kryptonian words ❤️

-Conner Kent/Kon-El

Conner Kent with a male reader, featuring kryptonian headcanons ❤️(a little)

Conner Kent with a male reader whos culture is similar to kryptonians and who purrs

Conner Kent with a male reader whos stoic around everyone, but cocky and smug with him

Conner Kent with a male reader whos a clone of plastic man.

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan x Red Lantern Czarnian male reader (slight ❤️)

Hal Jordan x male reader, with a scent/musk kink ❤️

-Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner relationship headcanons

Guy Gardner nsfw alphabet ❤️

Guy Gardner trying to top fellow lantern reader, but being dominated ❤️

Guy Gardner being put in subspace by his star sapphire lover, with sounding ❤️

-John Constantine

Constantine nsfw alphabet ❤️

Constantine with a male reader whos like Dean Winchester from Supernatural

Constantine x tattoo artist male reader (mild ❤️)

-Harvey Dent/Two-Face

Harvey Dent with a male reader who distracts him during work

Harvey Dent/Two-Face cuddle fluff

-Bane

Bane x FTM reader general headcanons

-Minhkhoa Khan/Ghostmaker

Minhkhoa Khan relationship headcanons

-Multiple

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick part 2 🖤

Batboys with a villain reader who constantly flirts with them

DC characters and my personal headcanons for them (ethnicity, gender, etc)

Martian Headcanons

Kryptonian Headcanons

Dick grayson x Wally West x male reader

Platonic batfam with a kid reader whos a clone of jason, raised by the Joker

Platonic Batfam with a sick vigilante male reader who wont rest

Invincible

-Flaxan leader

Flaxan leader with an anti-hero male reader

Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x dark side leaning male reader

Anakin Skywalker x mandalorian reader with cockwarming ❤️

Anakin Skywalker flirting with the reader and making out

-Paz Vizsla

Paz Vizsla x sith male reader, ft Darth Revan and lots of headcanons

Paz Vizsla x ftm reader headcanons

-Din Djarin

Din Djarin adopting a foundling pantoran reader and being a father figure.

FTM Din Djarin getting eaten out in his pilot seat with his armor on ❤️

-Boba Fett

Boba Fett x male reader with gunplay❤️

The Boys

-Billy Butcher

Billy Butcher x male reader whos Homelanders brother

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander x supe male reader whos much more powerful than him ❤️

Homelander dating a ftm reader

-The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz

The Deep x male reader where he gets off just having his gills played with ❤️

-Multiple

A-Train, MM, Frenchie and Hughie as boyfriends, headcanons

Slashers

-Jason Voorhees

Jason with a male reader whos childhood friends who meet again years later

Jason Voorhees nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Chad Martin-Meeks

Chad with a male reader who grew up together and fell in love.

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz with somnophilia ❤️(🖤 cuz theres no explicit consent)

-Poly Ghostface

Billy and Stu with a male reader who has anger issues whos tired of being angry

Billy and Stu comforting their lover who has body dysmorphia

One Piece

-Donquixote Doflamingo

Doflamingo with a lover whos shorter than him

Yandere Doflamingo with a male reader who gets stockholm syndrome ❤️(🖤 a bit, cuz yandere)

Doflamingo x young adult male reader with back pains

-Sir Crocodile

Ftm Sir Crocodile being fucked into submission by the reader ❤️

-Dracule Mihawk

FTM dracule mihawk x service top male reader ❤️

-Red Haired Shanks

Shanks x martial artist male reader whos love language is physical affection and words of affirmation

-Trafalgar D Water Law

Law being Bratty and being punished by a bigger Zoan fruit male reader ❤️

Law with a tall intimidating male reader who everyone thinks is the top (mild ❤️)

-Vinsmoke/Black Leg Sanji

Sanji being tied up and desperate to touch the reader ❤️

Reader spanking Sanji to let off some steam ❤️

-Roronoa Zoro

Reader punishing/spanking Zoro, but it ends up with them arguing, but making up❤️

-Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate

Whitebeard with a tall male reader whos never been shorter than anyone before ❤️

-Smoker the white hunter

Smoker SFW alphabet

Teen Wolf

-Jackson Whittmore

overall Jackson Whittmore nsfw headcanons ❤️

-Scott McCall

Bottom Scott McCall x kanima-werewolf male reader, ft some tailplay ❤️

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Yandere Rick Prime headcanons 🖤

Ovetime

-Josiah Nguyen

Yandere Josiah headcanons 🖤

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost being secretly married to Soaps brother

Ftm Ghost x male reader smut drabble ❤️

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Ftm Gaz x male reader, pussydrunk reader with overstim, drabble ❤️

-Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Dom rudy headcanons along with a few cute ones ❤️

-Phillip Graves

Graves with a male reader whos gone through a near death experience

Graves with a vampire boyfriend

-Multiple

141 with a male reader who wears a lot of dog tags

Poly Alerudy with a male reader whos childhood best friends and post lovers with Soap

Cod boys with a male reader who wears a mask and has a huge burn scar

Cod boys with a reader who repeats words or phrases they say

Poly alerudy with a short male reader

Alejandro and Graves with a reader who rubs their face against their stubble

Poly alerudy with a tall male reader who is basically a giant cat

Alejandro, Rudy, Graves and Soap with a reader whos create as copying noises

Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, and König with a reader whos a famous volleyball player

Alejandro and Rudy with a mute s/o

141 with an autistic reader who makes noises, like meowing and hissing

Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Graves as pups with petplay❤️

Alejandro and Rudy taking care of their sick and hurt lover

Lookism

-Multiple

Lookism characters with a male reader who has a squishable chest and butt

Barbie (2023)

-Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson

Ken x male reader drabble, where Ken gives the reader head and has a praise kink ❤️

Stereotypical Ken x Male reader x Pompadour Ken where they compete whos best ❤️

Baldurs Gate 3

-Astarion Ancunín

Astarion with a Bard Tiefling male reader, random headcanons

Fight Club

Jack/The Narrator

Jack x medical staff male reader (drabble, from jacks pov)

-multiple

Tyler Durden and Jack “The narrator” throuple relationship headcanons

Scott Pilgrim Takes off

-Todd Ingram

Helping Todd Ingram get over his crush on Wallace and it leads to make outs.

-Stephen Stills

Stephen Stills x male reader meeting in a club ❤️

My Hero Academia

-Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Reformed Enji with a hero male reader whos very flirty when they are on patrol

Jujutsu Kaisen

-Nanami Kento

Nanami giving dom/top reader aftercare (mild ❤️)

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dorkofclanlavellan · 8 months

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Clark Kent / Kal-El Masterlist

Lone Wolf series

Preferences

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Headcanons

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Drabbles

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Ficlets

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One Shots

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Fics

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#clark kent #clark kent x reader #cavill superman #superman x reader #clark kent x gn reader #clark kent x female reader #clark kent x male reader #dceu #snyderverse #superman ficlets #superman fic #superman one shots #superman drabbles #superman headcanons #clark kent ficlets #clark kent headcanons #clark kent drabbles #clark kent one shots #clark kent fics

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ao3feed-timkon · 11 months

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I'll crawl home, no matter the cost

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0uPVtXi

by All_The_Lonely_People

Lured into a trap, Conner Kent faces Scarecrow by himself. In this twist of fate, Scarecrow managed to get his hands on a kryptonite shard stolen from Batman himself.

Superboy is not feeling super as the fear toxins catch up with him.

- An excerpt:

...Conner’s mind was unstable, he was shaking, but he’d be free. Transferring his hand from the wood to the pocketed metal, his hand stretched against the darkened sky as he used his feet to try and propel his body weight upwards—

And that’s when the full force of the fumes hit him.

Kicked up by the motion, the effect of the noxious gas pulled it’s hand back like a heavyweight champion and slammed a boxer’s fist against his face. As a result, Kon fell. All concentration faded around him, his back hitting the ground, head lolling upwards as his world turned black. Blurred hands swum through the thick fog, air uncomfortable in his blindness- it set his throat ablaze- but that was the least of his concerns as it all melted away.

Words: 2464, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types, DCU

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake, Bart Allen, Scarecrow, Kal-L | Earth-2 Superman, Supergirl (DCU)

Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Additional Tags: Kon brainrot, Drabble, fear toxin, angsty, im sorry, (im not sorry)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0uPVtXi

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #timkon

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ao3feed-superbat · 8 months

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under the mask

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Edhrtbi by Spooky_Vallimo “My name is Clark,” Clark said. “I know,” Batman replied. Clark watched the man for a moment. He didn’t know what he had expected, honestly. The League knew him as Kal-El, not Clark Kent. Maybe he told Batman his name because he had expected him to have already known, maybe he had wanted to surprise him. “Mine is Bruce,” Batman said eventually. Or: Clark as he learns more about Batman. Words: 2607, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 13 of Dc drabbles Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon), DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Oliver Queen, Diana (Wonder Woman), Barry Allen Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: POV Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Pining, Clark Kent is Superman, Dick Grayson is Robin, Father-Son Relationship, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, First Kiss, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Edhrtbi

#ao3feed #superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 8 months

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under the mask

by Spooky_Vallimo “My name is Clark,” Clark said. “I know,” Batman replied. Clark watched the man for a moment. He didn’t know what he had expected, honestly. The League knew him as Kal-El, not Clark Kent. Maybe he told Batman his name because he had expected him to have already known, maybe he had wanted to surprise him. “Mine is Bruce,” Batman said eventually. Or: Clark as he learns more about Batman. Words: 2607, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 13 of Dc drabbles Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon), DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Oliver Queen, Diana (Wonder Woman), Barry Allen Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: POV Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Pining, Clark Kent is Superman, Dick Grayson is Robin, Father-Son Relationship, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, First Kiss, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal via https://ift.tt/7BxHyP6

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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teamtargaryenapologinist · 1 year

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Drabbles

Headcannons

One Shots

Babysitting on Halloween

Summary: Damian goes trick or treating with you and your sister.

Series

Double Vision AU

Summary:

growing up with the meta gene was tough, but luckily you had your aunt Dinah to guide you through childhood; she gave you the title Starling, for the way you mimicked her canary cry perfectly. eventually, she would introduce you to your future: the Justice League. first, you had to prove yourself on a team of other protégés lead by Dick Grayson, whom you fell a little too hard for.

after working with the team through your teen years, and managing a blooming romance with Grayson, the two of you break off from the others and decline an invitation to join the Justice League, preferring to travel your own path together. Nightwing & Starling become Blüdhaven’s dynamic duo.

years later, you and your fiancé are called back to face the world’s greatest threat— the Justice League is fractured, and Superman now runs a power hungry, bloodthirsty Regime. even Damian has sided with the Kryptonian. you, Nightwing, Batman, and what’s left of the dwindling Justice League are all that stands between Kal-El and complete world domination.

the world on fire era: Dick Grayson and Starling are recruited by Batman after Superman kills the Joker and forms the Regime. all pieces during this era features Nightwing & Starling in an established, long standing relationship ( engagement ). this era will ( probably ) contain the most character death.

the godfall era: Dick Grayson is dead, and Starling has fallen into the hands of his killer— his own adopted brother, Damian. now, you must not only come to turns with the loss of your love, but the theft of his title, and being forced to stand at Damian’s side. this era will contain the most noncon / dark elements.

Drabbles

Size - Kinktober

Headcannons

Message Received

One Shots

Series

Drabbles

Headcannons

One Shots

Open Wounds

Summary: You thought the grief of losing your husband would shatter you. And, in many ways, it did. Then, Bruce Wayne enters your life, determined to put the pieces of you back together.

Shovel Talk

Summary: It was the first time Bruce Wayne was introducing his partner to the world…and his kids. His very inquisitive, highly trained, pain-in-the-ass kids.

Mistakes Were Made

Summary: When you take the job as Bruce Wayne’s publicist, you’re prepared for some surprises but finding out he’s Batman isn’t one of them. The good news is you’re not fired. The bad news? Batman definitely needs some PR help.

Part 2

Series

Convenience

Summary: After his oldest friend loses everything, Bruce suggests a marriage of convenience that will benefit them both

Heroes and Villains The Proposal White Wedding A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall Phantom Designs The Car Wrong Place, Wrong Time Open Wounds Something in the Way Drive Supercut The Memorial Revelations All the Things She Said Bruises Mail Bomb Aftermath Family Secrets For Reasons Unknown Election Day The Invitation Remember, Remember Inbetween Days Back Home This is the Day

Blurbs and Bonus Chapters

Father of Mine

Summary: With the tragic passing of her mother, Y/N learns to the truth of who her father is.

Part 1 Part 2

Bonus Chapters

Big Sis

This Game of Ours

Childhood

Secret’s Out

Trauma

Stomping Grounds

Art & War

Exes

Thanksgiving

Talia

Aftermath of Bruce claiming Y/N as his daughter publicly

Nightmares and Missing Her

Smeared Lipstick and Hickeys

Lightly Kissing Their Scars

Near Death Experience

Playing with their hair to calm them down

if Jason got hurt or they couldn’t find him after a fight

Father of Mine + Bonus Content

Drabbles

Making Dirty Boys Blush

Headcannons

Message Received

One Shots

Series

Double Vision AU

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wendimydarling · 4 years

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Title: Wrecking Ball

Summary: Song Drabble #15, requested by @cleverrhyno

Pairing: Kal-El x First Person Reader (potentially Lana? idk)

Word Count: 705

Warnings: None

A/N: Finally got proper inspiration for this one, I hope I did it justice!

It’s been almost twenty years since he saved our lives on that school bus. I didn’t understand it then, why he was so reluctant to go out with me. He’d always been so kind to me, and I thought when he looked into my eyes with that conflicted stare that we’d seen into each others’ souls, and that we’d shared something that no one else would understand. I thought he was mine.

I tried everything my fourteen-year-old brain could think of, and it worked for awhile. We’d study together and I’d press myself as close to him as I could, hoping he’d smell the special body spray I’d spent hours at the mall selecting, wondering if he’d like it. I’d made his favorite cookies once, giving them to him at lunch and showing him the burn I’d received while making them. He looked so concerned and fussed over it, and it left me floating high for two weeks. When he asked me to junior prom I don’t think I came down from the clouds for a solid two months.

He was my first kiss. I remember it vividly, we were messing around with the tire swing on his parent’s property. He was always able to spin me so fast that I felt like I was flying and then he’d stop me suddenly, and he felt so solid I wanted to stay in his arms forever. He gave me another one of those deep stares and I stared back, asking him for everything without saying a word. His mouth was clumsy, but he was so soft and sweet, and the feel of that kiss still burns on my lips to this day. I touched myself for the very first time that night.

Two years went by like that, and we were happy, or so I thought. And then his dad died. I was there at the funeral, and I tried to hold him, but his eyes said something different this time. I knew I was losing him but I held tighter, refusing to let him go. We took each other’s virginity that night, and it was perfect. But it wasn’t enough. The moment we graduated high school he was gone, without a goodbye. All I had left of him was a picture of us that he gave my mother with a note on the back that said “thank you”.

I didn’t get it. What had I done? Why wasn’t I enough? I thought we would be inseparable. My heart ached, and my tears fell each night, wondering what went wrong. I thought he was the one, and though I knew in my heart that wasn’t the truth, I had a hard time letting go.

I’d get a glimpse of him throughout the years. A news story here, a snippet there. Every time I heard about some extraordinary act that saved someone’s life, I knew it was him. I’d be reminded of that night in the barn, and the sorrow in his eyes as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He thought he was responsible for so much. I wanted to carry some of that burden for him, but I knew that I couldn’t.

A decade later our town was torn apart. I went from shopping to fearing for my life. One of the monsters that had attacked main street was advancing on me and I closed my eyes, wanting those blue eyes that I’d so long ago fallen in love with to be the last thing I pictured. I felt a rush of wind and opened my eyes. I was in a corn field, staring at a man in a red and blue suit but it was his eyes that held my gaze. Deep, soulful blue eyes that held so much history, so much depth. I gasped as I recognized them.

“Clark.”

He shook his head softly, giving me that smirk that I remembered from all those years ago.

“Kal-El.”

And then he was gone, and I was left staring into the sky, all the snapshots of our history suddenly connecting. It finally made sense; he wasn’t mine to have.

He belonged to the world, and they needed him more than me.

#500 event #kal-el drabble #kal-el fic #clark kent drabble #clark kent fic

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henrys-little-princess · 3 years

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Hi darling! Congrats on your followers ☺️☺️☺️ Could you do the “my shower broke can I borrow yours” for Clark Kent x reader if no ones requested already? ❤️❤️❤️

hi darling!! thank you so much :) id love to do that prompt for you!! sorry its taken me so long to get to the rest of my bingo prompts, the last one should be up sometime next week, fingers crossed!! i haven't written a meet cute yet for y'all, but i really like how this one turned out!! -xo poppet :)

clark kent x female!reader, rated t!

word count: 1.5k

tag list (inbox to be added!): @thereisa8ella @myloveforhenrycavill @lharrietg @little-brattyangel

You had gotten up early even though it was a Saturday since you had apparently forgotten to turn off your alarm. And then you hadn't been able to fall back asleep, so after a half hour of looking at your phone you decided to get up.

You washed your face and brushed your hair and your teeth but decided to stay in your pajamas since you still felt half asleep anyway, opting to just pull on a sweatshirt instead as you went into the kitchen.

You opened your fridge and decided that you might as well make yourself some eggs. You had just put the carton on the counter when there was a loud knock at your door.

You frowned as you walked over to the door of your apartment. You weren't expecting anyone and the only person who ever knocked on your door was the old woman across the hall occasionally to ask if you had seen her cat. You never had and you were starting to doubt that she even had one.

But on the other side of the peephole was not your elderly neighbor, but an incredibly attractive man. An incredibly attractive shirtless man. You slapped your hand over your mouth in case he could hear the squeak that you let out. You didn't want to scare him away. Certainly he was at the wrong apartment. You never got unannounced visits from attractive shirtless men!

You debated whether or not you should open the door. On the one hand, he probably had the wrong apartment and it wouldn't matter. But on the other hand, you wanted to talk to him. You looked down at your pajamas and sighed. Of all mornings not to have gotten dressed!

But your curiosity won out and you opened the door, trying to smile brightly despite your nerves and keep your eyes on the mans face. Even though his chest and his abs were incredibly attractive and somehow shimmering in the awful, yellowish light in the hallway and-

Focus Y/N!! You screamed at yourself.

"Hi ma'am," he said and you did your best not to swoon at the creamy richness of his voice. "I just moved in across the hall and I've been having some issues with my shower and I think it's broken. I know this is awkward, but could I borrow yours?"

You blinked at him, trying to focus on his words and not the beautiful lips that they were coming out of.

"Ma'am," he repeated again, looking at you with his gorgeously deep blue eyes, deeper than any lake you had ever seen and shielded by a pair of plain black glasses.

"Please," you managed to squeak out in a somewhat steady voice. As long as you didn't look down at his chest and the low riding band of his sweatpants across his hipbones you would be fine. "Call me Y/N."

He stuck out his hand to you, a smile stretching across his perfectly pink and plump lips that you were still trying so hard not to admire. "Hi, Y/N. I'm Clark."

You felt yourself smiling. What a perfect name for such a perfect man.

It was at this moment that his question finally registered in your head and you opened your mouth to answer it. "Of course you can borrow my shower, Clark." You opened your door, trying not to think about the fact that very, very soon there was going to be a very beautiful, very naked man standing in your shower, probably judging your frankly outrageous collection of Lush and Bath and Body Works products.

Why did you tell him yes, Y/N!! You screamed at yourself again. You were going to have to have a serious talk with your mouth later for saying things that it would later regret.

You led him down the hall, trying your best not to trip over your own feet as you made your way to the bathroom.

"Do you need a towel?" you asked.

"I have one," he said, gesturing to the towel that he had thrown around his neck that you hadn't noticed before because you had been too busy looking....elsewhere. You felt your cheeks heat up and you quickly looked the other way, stepping out of the bathroom to give him his privacy. No matter how much you secretly wanted to stay and join him.

"There's soap in there," you called over your shoulder.

"Thanks, Y/N," he said before shutting the door.

You walked over to your bedroom and flopped down face first on the bed. Once you heard the water click on you moaned loudly, knowing that Clark wouldn't be able to hear you over the water.

"'There's soap in there?' Really? No shit there's soap in there, it's a shower for fucks sake, Y/N!" you muttered to yourself, utterly unimpressed with your flirtation skills. You allowed yourself a few more moments to feel sorry for yourself before throwing on some clothes. They were still casual, but definitely a step up from pajamas. Hopefully that would at least make a better impression on Clark.

The shower was still going when you left your room so you went to the kitchen again and saw your forgotten carton of eggs still sitting on the counter. You took out a pan and started making a few, putting two pieces of toast in the toaster. Maybe you could interest Clark in some food. It was still early and you doubted that he had eaten yet. That might make up for your bad flirting and general awkwardness.

You became so absorbed in the task of making sure that the eggs were perfect so that you would impress Clark that you did not notice that the shower had turned off or that he had come out of the bathroom.

"Hi," he said and you nearly jumped two feet in the air.

"Oh my god, you scared me!" you said, trying to calm your fluttering heart as you tried (and failed) to keep your eyes on your pan of eggs. Clark was standing in your kitchen, water dripping from his dark hair down his still bare chest, getting caught in the little rivets between his abs. You thought that at least this time you could blame your red cheeks on the heat from the stove. Didn't this man own any shirts?!

"I'm sorry," he said, stepping closer you you. He was holding his towel this time and wearing a different pair of pants. These ones were a pair of relaxed fit jeans that fit over his hips and butt very nicely and you tried not to stare. Thankfully though, your eggs were finished and you reached up to the cabinet for two plates.

"I made extra, do you want some?" you asked, secretly hoping that he would say yes so that you could stare at him for a little bit longer. Well, that and your cooking was usually pretty decent. At least when you were making eggs.

"I couldn't impose..." he began but you cut him off.

"No." you said. "I insist."

You filled two plates with eggs and grabbed the toast out of the toaster, passing one of the plates to him along with a fork.

"So, you're living across the hall you said?" You asked, trying to start conversation in a way that wouldn't seem too awkward.

"Yes," he said between bites. "I just moved in over the weekend."

That explained why you hadn't realized he was living on your floor. You had been out with Y/BFF/N all weekend.

"Well, good to know that the cat lady's gone," you said and then immediately mentally smacked yourself.

"The cat lady?" he asked, smiling a thousand watt smile that you wanted to see more of.

"Yes the last lady who was living there was really elderly and every now and then she would knock on my door asking if I had seen her cat," you explained, putting your empty dish in the sink. Clark followed.

"Ah, that would explain why I keep sneezing," Clark said. "I'm allergic to cats. It must not be completely clean yet."

"I could come over and help you clean if you want," you immediately volunteered before you had a chance to think about what you were saying.

But Clark just smiled softly. "I'd like that," he said. "If your cleaning is as good as your eggs are, it's going to be fantastic." He winked and you blushed. "Let me just..." he picked up a pen off of your counter and uncapped it, grabbing your wrist with his large hand and furrowing his brows in concentration as he wrote his number on your forearm.

"You know I have post its, right?" you asked.

"This is so much more old school though," he smirked, recapping the pen and placing it back on your counter. "Thank you for letting me use your shower, and the eggs," he said, walking towards the door.

"Anytime," you found yourself saying. Talking with him was just so easy.

"It was nice meeting you, Y/N. Make sure you text me," he winked again as he shut the door behind him.

As soon as the door was safely shut behind him you jumped up and down squealing. That had certainly not been how you had been expecting your morning to go, but you were definitely not complaining.

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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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Overdue

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem! reader

Word Count: 971

Your mind was wandering, riddled with questions.

Is leaving the right choice? Was Clark aware yet? What was he doing? Would he give you the space you needed? Will things get better?

The car began to shake as an impending sound began reverberating loudly as it drew closer. Then all at once, the sound stopped and you had to pump the breaks once you saw Clark land just a few yards ahead.

Your heart began to race whether in anticipation or the fact he actually looked for you.

He began to walk towards the car with a serious look. You were surprised by just how quickly he had realized you were gone. As of late, things had been a bit strained and tense for the both of you.

Clark was always gone and you were always left all alone.

“You need space? Leaving for a week?” He re-iterated from the letter you left. “Why are you trying to leave?”

“You really have to ask?”

It appalled you just how oblivious he was to your relationship. He was sharp when it came to everything else but he always turned a blind eye whenever he came home.

“Get out of the car.” You narrowed your brows at him, not liking the way he was speaking to you. The engine was still running and now that there was a sudden silence between you both it was apparent that was the only sound he was focusing on. Clark closed his eyes for a few seconds taking a deep breath before opening his eyes back up. “Can you please get out of the car?”

You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel knowing there was no other way out of this. He did deserve an explanation after just having up and left. You were just so upset that you simply acted.

After much deliberation, you took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car.

He took pause for a moment recalling your last question.

“Is this about Lois?” He asked cocking his head while narrowing his brows. The Lois in question was the beautiful red-headed reporter that knew of his identity. They always kept close in contact especially since Clark started working there.

They were just friends but the fact that they had a connection and she wasn’t in a relationship at the moment, made you defensive.

“It’s not just that.”

“Then what is it?”

“Clark,” you sighed. “You’re never here in the moment. You’re always gone. For crying out loud we live together and I’m lucky enough if I even see you once a week.”

He shook his head, disagreeing.

“I didn’t think we were having any problems. It’s just that the people need me.”

You exhaled loudly. It simply wasn’t fair. You loved Clark with all your heart and all that he does, but the problem was, he wasn’t treating this like a relationship.

“I need you too.” You felt like complete shit for wanting more of his attention knowing that he was indeed saving lives. You just wished he can see it from your point of view. “You do so much but you also need to set time for yourself. You need to live your life too.”

He took a step closer leaving only an inch of space between you both. He brushed back a piece of your stray hair blowing from the wind then placed his palm against your cheek.

“I love you. I know I don’t say it enough or show it the way you want me to and for that, I’m sorry. You’re my girlfriend and I never want you to feel that you have to leave in order to figure things out. I’m here even when it seems that I’m not.”

You leaned into his touch already feeling better than you have in a while. This conversation was long overdue, but Clark’s hectic schedule and postponing this talk brought out the worst in you.

“You have to make the effort Clark. I’m not saying to cease saving the world but to set aside some time for us.”

You leaned your head against his chest just wanting to feel him. It had been so long since you both embraced each other. He leaned forward looking down at you.

“Anything. All I need is for you to talk to me.”

“I’m glad it at least got your attention,” you cracked a smile trying to break the ice.

He cracked a small smile before grasping your hands in his. “You scared me when I came home to an empty house. I thought the worst when I read your letter. It made me realize how you must’ve felt,” he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. “I think you should still take time to yourself but just know that I’ll be checking in.”

You squeezed his hands feeling this is what’s best. Some time apart in order for things to be better. “Maybe I was overreacting by leaving out of the blue when I should’ve just talked to you.”

Clark shook his head. “You were upset and I hadn’t come home. Just promise that wherever you go to be safe then when you’re finally ready to come home I’ll make a better effort to be the boyfriend you deserve.”

You looked into his blue eyes and nodded. That sounded good.

He pecked your lips and then kissed you properly letting the kiss linger. You parted your lips and smiled when he playfully pulled on the bottom of your lip.

This was a little blip in your relationship but hopefully the last, now working towards a better working one. You knew your love for Clark will never die out just as he can never really let you go. At least you know that everything is lining up for the better.

#Clark Kent #Superman #Kal-El #Clark Kent x reader #Superman x reader #Kal-El x reader #Clark Kent imagine #Superman Imagine #Kal-El imagine #Clark Kent drabble #Superman drabble #Kal-El drabble #Man of Steel

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write-r-die · 3 years

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Chest Hair - Mini Drabble

I’ve had this scene in my head for a while but I have really bad writer’s block right now. Thought I’d share it anyway - hopefully I can incorporate it into a story eventually!

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He fell down beside you and wrapped his arms around you. He rolled onto his back in one smooth move, bringing you directly on top of him. He was struggling to bring his breathing back to normal after his orgasm; you were still whimpering and shaking against him.

You suddenly made an odd noise and pushed yourself up.

“What?” Henry asked.

“I got your chest hair in my mouth.” You made a face and you both chuckled.

“Rookie mistake,” Henry said, settling you back in his arms.

“I’m not used to guys with hairy chests.”

“That’s because you’re not used to real men,” Henry said with a pointed look. He smiled tenderly when you laughed.

You reached up and coiled a lock of his damp hair around your finger before tugging it down into the center of his forehead. “Handsome.”

“Are you trying to give me the Superman curl?” he asked with a grin.

“No. Superman’s for nerds.”

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daedalusdavinci · 1 year

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im feeling bold tonight. 3 with superbats/bruclark

3. things you said too quietly. not sure how well i followed the prompt but i dont think anyones going to be shaking their fists about it so long as theres still old men kissing

Things had always been different with Clark. So many of Bruce’s relationships were a constant push and pull, full of lies, distrust, and betrayal, eternally split by differing morals and too stubborn to budge. But with Clark, it was always... easy. He was reliable. Constant. Safe.

Parts of it had been hard-won. Bruce still remembered the first time he’d seen the Fortress, or when Clark had met Alfred, or when he’d first let Clark patch him up after a mission. But, after a certain point, that trust had just started to bleed into everything. Bruce couldn’t remember when Clark had become the first person he turned to, or when it had become so normal for Clark to stay over, or when he had started relaxing into Clark’s constant touch. It had just... happened. As slowly and steadily as boiling a frog, Clark had intertwined himself completely into Bruce’s life until it was hard to say what, exactly, Clark was to him now.

Sometimes, it occurred to him that most of his children considered Clark part of the family- that Dick had perhaps always seen Clark as another father figure, relying on him just as much as he did Bruce. Sometimes Lois made jokes that stuck in his mind for days, hinting at something he never quite knew what to think about. Sometimes, Clark was there to meet him when he finally went to bed, the warmth of him like sunlight as he folded around Bruce, nose tucked against the curve of his shoulder and limbs loose with exhaustion, and Bruce remembered that, at some point, Clark had slept in the guest bedroom instead.

It didn’t take a detective. But sometimes, he wondered if there was anything left to solve- if, through quiet subterfuge, Clark had already gently pushed them to exactly where they needed to be. Everything that had needed to be said had already been said too quietly, without Bruce ever hearing the words.

In the early hours of the morning, it was hardest to question it. Clark’s skin looked gold in the sunlight, his curls soft and unruly from dozing off on the couch while Bruce worked, his own paperwork still scattered somewhere across the side table in the study. His robe softened his silhouette, the V of his neckline doing him no small favors with how it drew Bruce’s eye unerringly to that broad chest, gold and plush and dusted with dark hair. His smile was the only thing more stunning, soft and fond every time he caught Bruce’s eye.

Clark pressed a mug into Bruce’s hand as he joined him at the kitchen island, leaning warm and steady against his back to peer over his shoulder at the blueprints he’d been trying to study. His thumb swept gently across Bruce’s hip, brushing along the skin just under the hem of his shirt. “You know you promised Alfred the day off today, right?”

Bruce hummed, leaning absently into the kiss Clark pressed against his temple. “I recall. Is this your attempt to take over the nagging?”

He could hear the smile in Clark’s voice, quietly amused. “No. This is me asking if you plan on getting any sleep before you have to drive the kids to school.”

Bruce groaned suddenly, dropping his head back. “Fuck.”

Clark laughed softly. He set his own mug on the counter to wrap his arms around Bruce instead, taking his weight as he leaned back into him. “I had a feeling. I’ll take them, and you can spend the rest of the morning trying to get this done before I get back.”

“Why then?” Bruce asked, letting his head lean against Clark’s. The fingers of one hand traced the back of Clark’s absently, finding the spaces between his fingers and sliding into place.

Clark’s hands slid under his shirt, slow and warm where they ran across his stomach and hips. The way he kissed his neck, lingering and soft, Bruce had an idea of what he’d say before he even said it. “Because we’ll have the house to ourselves.”

The way Bruce hummed was low and appreciative, his own mug abandoned to thread his fingers up into that soft, soft hair. “So it will be. How long has it been since that happened?”

“I haven’t a clue, but I intend to use it to make you sleep.” The last word was punctuated with a pinch, making Bruce start.

“Bastard,” Bruce accused, pulling free of his embrace.

Clark’s laughter was unashamed as he pulled Bruce back by the hips, kissing his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “I promised Alfred. And haven’t you always told me to put your family first?”

It was infuriating how true that was, and how much it made Bruce love him for listening. It was something Bruce didn’t even know how to begin to say, but he tried in the way he let Clark drag him back, and the way he threaded his fingers into his hair, kissing the taste of coffee off his lips. It was quiet, but judging by Clark’s grin, he always seemed to hear it anyway.

#superbat #superman #batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #kal el #asks #ashysiashy #tumblr drabbles #my fics #im trying to get better about adding read mores alksjdnfsf #ive heard its very annoying when people dont add thema nd while my fics are very short i probably still qualify

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