kryptonbby

-english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes :) -i like superbat and probably other stuff

[ratinapinksuit]

Clark couldn't believe it. Even as Bruce's pretty pink lips pressed against his he still couldn't help but think he was dreaming. The pretty boy came to Smallville three weeks ago. Coming to the country side for summer vacation and within those three weeks Clark's heart was completely enraptured in the being that was Bruce Wayne.

He wanted to kiss the pale boy ever since he saw Bruce through his bedroom window. And when Bruce kept Clark's secret, let him practice flying and train his powers in the expansive yard of the Wayne property Clark became even more infatuated.

Bruce loved him too. Or at least Clark hoped. Why else would Bruce let an alien freak come over to his house if he didn't like him? Why else would Bruce be kissing him?

"Hey, farm boy, come back to me." Bruce says.

Gosh, the sound of Bruce's voice rough after kissing sounds so good.

"Wh-what?" Clark stutters.

"I said, we've been kissing for so long. Don't you want to try something different?"

The tall boy gulps. "Differen' how?"

Bruce smiles. The curve of his lips reminds Clark of a mischievous kitten. He bets if Bruce had a tail the end would flick back and forth playfully.

Bruce catches Clark unaware, grabbing his hips firmly and pulling him close. Their hips grind against each other and Clark sighs as he feels his blood run hot.

“Feels good, right?”

“G-gosh.” Clark gasps. “W-we shouldn’t be doing this!”

Clark removes Bruce’s hands, retreating from the tempting dark haired boy with three large steps back.

“Why not?”

“B-because,” Clark stutters. He throws an arm over his face to cover his blushing and avert his gaze from Bruce’s pretty face.

“Because we’re boys.” He admits shamefully. Bruce speaks, his voice cold.

“Clark.”

“I-I’m sorry Bruce. But I’m already a freak as it is I don’t need this too.”

“You’re right, Clark.” Bruce says bitterly. “I wouldn’t want to make you more of a freak.”

Clark flinches at the other boys tone. He stays silent as Bruce gathers his things and leaves. For the rest of summer he stays away from the large yard of the Wayne’s property.

[tomoless]

Lock in Clara,,,

[occasionalauthoring]

Batman is human. that's a fact.

But I want them to hesitate

I want them to admit to themselves "he's human" and still double check, because they're not entirely sure if that's right

I want the JL to be anxious when there's dark corners,I want them to look twice when he does a move that they aren't entirely sure is humanly possible,I want them to file him inside their minds as "Human(?)" because they aren't sure he told them the truth

I want the criminals of Gotham to understand fundamentally that he's a human being,but also keep the lights on before going to sleep because they are afraid he'll come to them,I want them to be so afraid of him that he haunts them physiologically,I want the Penguin to double check lock doors,I want Bane sleeping with his lights on because he will come if it's down.

They know he's human,but they hesitate

Because Batman is bigger than the human that makes him,he's fear embody,no other human could be Batman because Bruce makes even gods rethink their words.

And he knows it,and finds it hilarious, because if him dressed as his biggest fear made grown men sleep with the lights on,then his mission is working just like it's supposed to.

Everyone doubts he's a real human,but no he's not a cryptid he's just weird like that

Bruce takes advantage of it nearly at every opportunity. He says it's to help the mask, but really there's a little boy beneath that cowl giggling.

[moon184]

I like the idea that the first time that Bruce kisses Clark there wasn’t any spark or big drop to it or anything, it was just a quick peck that Bruce tiredly dealt before leaving for his meeting and incidentally leaving Clark dumbfounded for the next 24 hours. And to the point where Bruce doesn’t even notice what he’s done until halfway through a meeting with the WE Board half asleep and he just suddenly shoots up in shock like oh my god I just kissed him and spends the next 24-48 hours panicking so bad that Clark (who can hear his heartbeat) flies over thinking he’s like dying or something and sees Bruce just sitting in his office with his head in his hands and goes ‘oh baby’ and kisses him properly and that time he feels the sparks and melts under the Kryptonian’s touch.

[elissagothicity]

Creating my new tag Bruce Wayne is a saint cause I genuinely believe he is a pure-hearted and kind angel with only good and beautiful intentions

[arennx]

puppyboy clark kent SPREAD THE AGENDA Thank you. again service top clark not bottom clark❤️❤️❤️❤️

[majorhighteeb]

Wonderbat by Marini… And Marcus and Orphea, still by Marini but in the comic book series Les Aigles de Rome (The Eagles of Rome).

This mashup works well because Marini often uses quite similar stereotypes for certain heroes and female characters.

His vision of couples is eternally conflictual and passionate, and his brushstroke is consistently sensual.

I love Marini.

[venusswasaboy]

I quote this and laugh to myself very, very often.

[kryptonbby]

i know in my heart that clark needs constant attention from bruce, and he'll do anything to get it, kind of like a puppy 👀

there's no one left in the room after a league meeting, and clark is getting restless because bruce hasn't spoken to him all day.

"bruceee"

"clark do you know what 'im busy' means?"

bruce, walks over to the zeta-tubes, wanting to finish some work in the watchtower. two of clark's fingers curl under his utility belt, and he follows bruce to the tubes, silently pleading with him not to leave just yet.

with a sigh, bruce turns around and finally faces clark, who visibly lights up under bruce's stare.

clark gives a bashful grin to his boyfriend, and bruce can't hide his amusement at clark's eagerness.

with an amused huff, bruce brushes a loose curl behind clark's ear and cradles his warm face

"youre like an excitable dog"

the pink flush on clark's neck makes its way to his cheeks, almost matching the colour of his upturned lips "mhm"

"yeah? are you my little puppy clark?"

clark groans at the endearment, but can't bring himself to hate it as bruce pulls him in for a kiss.

[thethirdromana]

Putting the term "Catholic guilt" on a high shelf where fandom can't reach it until everyone learns how to identify characters who are very very clearly coded as Protestant.

[vampfuneralpyre]

[freelyillustrioussaga]

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[kryptonbby]

"jo i wanna say one thing then we'll put it away forever" but it's bruce confessing to clark before he's about to marry lois.

[gravygranola]

is he talking about his kids or the justice league? probably both

og text post

[kryptonbby]

thinking about clark saying something emotionally devastating to bruce in the middle of the most lighthearted conversations and not even realizing it.

clark asks if he can open the windows for some air

bruce shrugs. “sure.”

“you’re going to complain that it’s cold in about five minutes”

bruce huffs a quiet laugh. “like you’d know.”

the small smile slips from clark’s face. he looks at bruce with a completely serious face

“i know everything about you.”

and that's-

well, bruce is suddenly very grateful for the lead lining in the suit, otherwise the uptick in his heart would give him away.

[icrediblegodsandheroes]

Haining's art.

[artisfaction]

Superman (2025) + texts posts

[kryptonbby]

headcanoning Clark with the biggest scent kink but it’s nastyyy

Bruce comes back from patrol, and Clark can instantly tell he’s had a rough night. Bruce starts peeling off the layers of his suit, sitting on the edge of the bed. The more of his toned body he reveals, the more Clark can smell it.

Before he can process what he’s doing, Clark’s walking towards Bruce, offering to take off the black undershirt and shorts he wears beneath the suit, all the while huffing through his nose and becoming intoxicated by Bruce’s scent.

He drops to his knees in front of him. Bruce lets him pull off the shorts, and Clark groans, immediately focusing his senses on the heat coming from between Bruce’s legs.

His musk, heady and overwhelming, is threaded with sweat, blood, iron, and something so uniquely Bruce, and it has Clark’s mouth watering as he pulls off Bruce’s boxers.

“Please,” Clark whimpers, pathetic under the other man’s heated gaze. “Let me clean it for you baby.”

Bruce just barely smirks and threads his hand through his boyfriend’s dark curls, pulling him closer.