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Side Blog strictly for superbat!!

Main blog @darlinglovedoe but it’s so deep into the Pitt so all my superbat stuff gets lost lol

• will be posting all my superbat fics and blurbs here!

Fanfics!

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Superbat College AU - 6 parts✔️

Superbat Civilian AU - 6 parts✔️

Superbat Mafia AU - ongoing

Superbat civilian Dads AU - ongoing

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Bruce, who made a special line of sex toys that had the tiniest amount of kryptonite in them to use on Clark so he’s be able to really feel it.

Clark, who uses them when they’re having sex and thinks he’s only feeling like that because him and Bruce are soulmates. Aka, he seriously believes this has to be some Krypton biology mating thing.

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Bruce got hurt on a mission again. This time was different though. He wasn’t waking up and Clark was starting to lose it. “Superman, calm down. His brain just needs to catch up to the rest of his body.” Sp Ike Jon from where he continued to run tests on Bruce’s sleeping form. Clark’s eyes had been stuck in a red state for days now, to the post where he couldn’t go back to his civilian job.

He stuck himself to Bruce until the foreseeable future. That was, however, until Flash came back with news. They’d found the man who had done this and were currently tracking him down. This made his skin vibrate and his eyes glow brighter than before. Any slight tick and his lasers would go off. “Where is he now?” He hadn’t moved from Bruce’s side yet, his hand grasping onto Bruce’s limp.

“A cave somewhere in Serbia.” Flash informed him, keeping the iPad close to his chest, muscles at the ready to run if Clark ever decided to go off like a live bomb. Clark nodded, lifting a shaking hand to gently brushed back Bruce’s tousled bangs. “I’ll be back,” his finger tip ran over his temple and against his cheek bone. “I’ll get rid of them for you, Bruce,” he whispered before bending down enough to kiss his forehead, staying there a second, “I’ll make sure there’s no one left to hurt you again,” with that, he got up and began following Flash out to meet the rest of the team.

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Bruce’s lips tasted like cherries and black coffee. It was intoxicating to a man that couldn’t even get intoxicated. Clark’s heart bet rapidly in his chest as his hands grasped on Bruce’s hips tightly so they wouldn’t roam.

Bruce bit at his bottom lip, wanting more of a taste, but Clark’s skin was impenetrable. So he did the next best thing: he tugged at his hair and swallowed every sound.

“Bruce,” he moaned, pulling him closer so that their hearts beat as one. “Bruce, Bruce, Bruce,” he repeated like a hymn—like he was praying and begging all at once. “Clark,” he said back, his suit jacket half off and crumpled.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, it’s wrong.” Clark whispered into Bruce’s neck and he peppered kissed all over his exposed skin. He wanted more—needed more. He’d held back for so long that it felt like he had a live bomb just under his skin. Bruce grasped the sides of his face, making him look at him. “Why is it wrong if you were mine first?” His voice was ragged as it wavered with agony and irritation.

“I’m a married man now, Bruce,” Bruce shook his head, connecting their foreheads as he shook his. “That doesn’t change anything. You’re still mine—you have to be.” He whispered more to himself. Clark pecked his pouting lips once, then twice, then another before Bruce finally kissed his back.

“You’re all mine, Clark. She can’t have your heart the way I can.” He spoke in desperation. Bruce liked Lois, he’d pushed Clark towards her for years before this. But now having it work it, it pained him. Clark had always been just his.

The puppy at his heels waiting for attention. The man at his window waiting to be let in.

The man in his bed that kept the terrors away.

Now he belonged to someone else, and that someone else was kind, smarter than anyone in the field, and beautiful. Bruce couldn’t be mad at anyone but himself because, truly, she was perfect for his Clark.

“She can’t.” Clark spoke, breaking their kiss. “My heart will forever be yours.” He kissed his temple before kissing his neck and moving down words.

As Clark sat on his knees unbuttoning his dress pants, he looked out one of the windows. They were far enough away in the barn on the Kent farm. From here he could see the party and everyone enjoying themselves.

He watched as Lois looked around for Clark, asking others where he was just as Clark stuck his cock in his mouth. A feeling of triumph raising bumps on his skin as Clark’s hands grips his ass and pushed him further into his mouth.

Clark’s before neatly styled hair was a mess in his hands. This was just how it always shall be. Clark entirely his for just a moment before they had to return to reality.

But even then, in the shadows, it was truth.

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Bruce watched Clark and Lois from the crowd. Clark was dressed in his best suit, hair perfectly combed and glasses as clean as possible.

Bruce didn’t know what to do with himself. He smiled and clapped when needed, but inside he was a mess. He was watching the man he loved marry another because he was too scared.

Clark looked just as he always imagined he would on a day like this. The flowers around him bloomed so beautiful, framing him handsomely. Bruce didn’t want to see this view from the side. He didn’t want to see Clark’s loving gaze on another. He wanted it all to himself.

But he lost it all. He lost it the night they kissed and he decided it was too dangerous for them both.

And for a man that regretted nothing, he regretted everything that had led to this very moment.

Clark was not his. He would not be slipping a ring on his finger nor will he be saying “I do” to forever with him. Instead, he’ll be saying it to the beautifully smart woman in white. The very woman Bruce told him would be good for him.

For a second, Clark’s eyes wandered to the crowd as the officiant spoke. Their eyes connected and it was as if the world was falling free from under him. There was a flash in Clark’s eyes and a tick on his lips that said everything he had never wanted to speak aloud.

“I love you, but it’s time to let go.” The words sounded so clear in his mind that he had to use every inch of willpower he had to not stand and take Lois’s place.

Clark would never be his because he made sure of it. He made sure Clark stopped looking for him. Pushed him towards Lois every chance he got.

And now it was Clark’s turn to push and let him go.

There would never be a larger regret in the Bats heart and soul than that of today. The day Clark married Lois.

The day he lost it all.

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Just got dumped so I’m bouta churn out some of the worst things you ppl have ever read

[freelyillustrioussaga]

boketto (@boketto_X) on X

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I love the fics where Bruce is in a coma or “dies” during a mission and Clark goes absolutely ballistic. His eyes just constantly red, his anger contained by a single loose string.

It’s so satisfying to see him go after everyone involved while going back to bed-ridden Bruce and being so gentle to him. His hands shaking as his fingertips grazed the cut on his cheekbone.

[tnkisu]

when ur bf isnt a morning person

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“I’ll love you—even when you don’t want me to. Even when the last thing you want to think about is the fact that people are allowed to love you. I’ll always love you, Bruce.” — Clark after Bruce had isolated himself for the hundredth time and had taken things too far.

Clark will love Bruce even when the man himself believes otherwise. When his mind tells him no one could ever truly love him or that he’s not worthy of it. Clark will be there to remind him that’s there’s light where the shadows don’t touch.

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I need DC to let Dan Mora draw Superbat! You can tell he wants to so bad from how he draws them interacting in worlds finest 😭

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Thinking thoughts of Clark making Bruce ride him in the dead of night. His pale skin shining from the moonlight bouncing off his sweat. He rolled and bounced his hips in a slow rhythm, his thighs aching from his vigilante work early.

It as precisely that, however, that got him into this mess. Clark’s hands gripped his ass tightly, spreading him open even wider as he gave one hard thrust up before laying back down. “You can do better than that.” Bruce groaned, his head falling back as he looked at Clark’s angry red eyes through his lashes.

The Joker had gotten to close. They were used to his taunting, but he’d touched too much. Clark had been watching from outside the building, waiting for Bruce’s signal. But it came too late and Clark saw too much.

He didn’t enjoy others touching what wasn’t theirs. Especially a man like the Joker.

“Please, Clark. I-I can’t anymore.” With a clenched jaw, Clark wrapped one of his large hands around Bruce’s throbbing, leaking cock. He gave it a light squeeze, making Bruce sputter and moan. “Gotta make yourself cum tonight. Gotta remind your body who it belongs to all over again.” This was hard on Clark. He loved nothing more than to fuck into Bruce with all he had.

But, tonight, he needed to hold back. Bruce was so used to Clark doing it all—taking the lead and being open about what he feels. It’d been so long since Bruce had to do anything at all during sex. Clark usually already knew what he liked and how he liked it.

So this truly was his ultimate punishment. He wanted to turn his brain off and simply feel Clark thick cock rub against his swollen walls. Instead, he had to do it all himself.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Bruce cursed to the stifling air. His hands lay firm on Clark’s chest as his hips worked themself up and down and in circles. He was so close, he could feel his cock tightening. “Who do you belong to, Bruce? Is it the Joker? Is that why you let him touch this?” He slapped Bruce’s ass, his other hand gripping at his throat with just enough pressure to make his cock jump.

Bruce shook his head, “No, ngh-ah, I belong to you. Only you, Clark.” He moaned out quickly, his eyes connecting with Clark’s now blue. Clark’s jaw ticked as he fought to thrust. He wanted to hit that one spot that Bruce liked—hitting it repeatedly until Bruce came in trembles.

Bruce needed this reminder, and maybe Clark enjoyed the view too much to change his original plan.

“You’re so good for me. So so good.” Bruce nodded, his hips moving erratically as one of his hands came up to hold onto Clark’s wrist. He squeezed it, telling Clark to choke him harder, and who was Clark to deny the love of his life?

He didn’t add too much pressure, but enough to have him roll his eyes back and fall back down on his cock until it was completely inside and cumming all over Clark’s abdomen.

“Yours! Only yours, Clark!” He yelled as he came, Clark cumming inside him at the same time. Bruce fell onto his chest as soon as he let go of his throat, a purple ring already forming. Clark didn’t make any move to remove his cock from deep inside him, deciding to instead leave it in for the rest of the night.

“How was it?” He asked, kissing his forehead as Bruce’s eyes fought to stay awake. “So good.” He hummed. “Only I could ever make you feel that good, right?” He squeezed Bruce’s ass one last time, making his squirm. “Mm only you. Forever only you.” With that, Bruce fell asleep with nothing but the thought of Clark’s touch and pleasure.

Clark, satisfied with the night, wrapped his arms around his lover and fell into a deep sleep. Excited for what the morning would bring.

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When Clark sees Bruce without his cowl for the first time and see his sad eyes rimmed with streaking black liner, he almost busts in his pants instantly.

Years of pining for the Bat, and now that he could finally fill that blank in his fantasies, he couldn’t help but drop to his knees instantly.

Bruce doesn’t say anything, just lets the Man of Steel nuzzle his face into his stomach as he holds him tight. His fingers combing through his neat curls.

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had to make a superbat version

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I like believing that Jason sees Clark as a father figure more than anything. Like, yeah, he has Bruce there, but their relationship is so strained and he’s not ready to talk a lot of it out yet.

Clark has always been there since Bruce took him in. He didn’t hesitate to care for him the way he did Dick. He played along with him, read aloud to him when he asked. Flew him up as high as he could when Bruce wasn’t looking.

Clark was everything to him as a child. Maybe he struggles now post-Joker to fall into that again. But Clark is kind of just always there waiting for him.

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Yk I’ve never written superbat identity porn but I’ve been wanting to give it a shot with some angst 🤔

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Bruce loves to pretend like he isn’t interested in the bulky, awkward, reporter from Metropolis. He acted as if he didn’t search for him at every gala and event or only ever accept interviews from him alone.

Bruce’s ice gray eyes followed the large man as he stumbled around the beautifully decorated gala space. He looked so out of place, but the idea of him not being there made Bruce’s heart clench.

“Clark!” A melodic, feminine, voice called from the bar, making both men turn. Clark let out a sigh of relief, as if this woman was everything he’d been searching for. It made Bruce’s jaw clench as he watched them meet in the middle, all smiles and jokes.

He couldn’t hear their conversation from where he stood, so he moved closer. Pretending to join a small group of older women in their conversation about that year’s group of Gotham debutantes.

“I told you to stay close! For a man your size, you sure do get lost easy.” Clark scratched the back of his neck as the woman swatted his shoulder playfully. He’s never lost for me. Bruce thought to himself. I always know where he is. “Sorry, Lois. I was trying to find someone to interview so we could leave but then I got pulled around by some older women.” He chuckled, opening his notepad to recite what’d he gotten so far.

This woman, Lois, seemed more interested in their work than Clark himself. Which helped Bruce’s growing agitation at not having his full attention as he always did during these events. “You’ve always been a magnet for these women.” She joked. Bruce didn’t listen to the rest of their conversation as his eyes zoned in on the way her hand lingered on Clark’s arm.

It was too much. Not even Bruce had allowed himself such pleasures.

Without another thought, he excused himself from the group of ladies and walked over to the reporters. His hands clenched open and closed at his sides, trying to keep himself composed.

“Mr. Kent! I wasn’t sure you’d be coming tonight!” He gave him his classic Brucie smile, grabbing him by the upper arm and subtly—not so subtly—yanking him away from Lois’s touch. Clark, none the wiser, blushed and smiled at the man. “Mr. Wayne, it’s a pleasure to see you, as always.” His awkwardness made Bruce preen like a bird, especially the light blush on his cheeks.

He wanted—needed—him in ways he’d never wanted another.

“Ms. Lane, bother if I steal him from you?” He asked her kindly as if his grip wasn’t like a python around Clark’s bicep. Lois, ever the smartest woman in the room, smirked up at her friend before nodding at the billionaire that had staked his claim so openly. “Of course not! Take him all night if you want!” She winked, not getting to blink before Clark was getting dragged away down a dark corridor.