The hands have been shook!! @joekitsu @littlebutterbird and I agreed a while ago that we'd each write a somnophilia fic and this is what we came up with:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
We have a bunch more of these handshakes planned 🙌 so stay tuned 😎
For now, he had Bruce. For now, he wouldn't be rejected for what he does. He wouldn't be turned away if he never asked, so why ask? He would contend himself with the scraps of affection Bruce gave him, and he would bury the ocean of agony underneath his skin until nobody could see it.
He curled around Bruce, and felt the other man shift in his sleep, moving closer to Clark and huddling against his body heat. Bruce looked a little like a kitten, skittish and shy, testing out the limits of what it was allowed to do. Clark smiled into Bruce’s black hair, and closed his eyes.
This had to be enough, it had to be.
Aka., The phrase 'Communication is Key' somehow slips from two of the greatest minds in the planet. These are the (stupid) consequences.
Written as part of a Handshake agreement: Compromised Somnophilia
Chapters: 2/2 - completed.
Check out the other two fics written for this agreement!
Sleeping Bats and How to Wake Them. A Guide By Clark Kent by @murmeloni , about Clark heroically saving a sleeping beauty from his cursed sleep!
What Do You Do With A Sleeping Batman? By @littlebutterbird , where Bruce gets drugged and Clark takes advantage of the situation. They are so in love.
Tags and other stuff given below!
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth
Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Consensual Somnophilia, Somnophilia, Lingerie, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Breast Fucking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, The Author Regrets Everything, no beta we just die, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Clark Kent is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Lack of Communication, Bottom Bruce Wayne, Top Clark Kent, They are both huge idiots who need to be hit over the head for their idiocy, Just TALK damnit!, Idiot town population: 2, Medication, Its pain med induced somnophilia essentially, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Handshake fic, Marathon Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Angst
@joekitsu @murmeloni and I have come together and shaken hands.
Over six months ago, the three of us made a pact where we would each write a fic about compromised somnophilia for superbat, where one party is drugged and/or otherwise made unable to wake up.
Today, that pact shall be upheld.
(Since then, there have been many other handshakes, all to be completed at a later date. Such handshakes, if you are curious, include: Mermaid AU, Cafe Shop AU, Professor/Student AU, Heatwave/Sweating, Accidental d**k pic, Demon/Priest AU, and Bullriding. Await our fics with great anticipation.)
But before then...
Behold, our long-awaited pieces. Please, enjoy.
My fic:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The walk up the stairs to their shared bedroom takes a while. Clark lags behind watching Bruce the entire way, who trails a steadying hand along the wall and stumbles over nothing every few feet. At the top of the stairs, Bruce feels a sudden bout of dizziness so strong he has to grip onto Clark’s arm to steady himself. He shakes his head to try and clear his swirling vision. Slowly, stubbornly, Bruce staggers towards their door, looming only a scant dozen feet away.
Just lift one foot…in front of…the…oth—
Darkness engulfs the world, and Bruce falls.
Clark takes one step and easily catches him, a small smile still present on his face.
“Oh, Bruce.” The Kryptonian chuckles with a bit of mirth at the now unconscious man in his arms. “You never do anything by halves, do you?”
He cannot believe he did this: slipping sleeping pills into the bowl of soup during dinner without anyone noticing. And now Clark’s got an arm full of sleeping Bat nestled safely in his arms, his body relaxed in artificial sleep.
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Bruce falls asleep thanks to a couple of pills. Clark has some fun with Bruce's sleeping body. (Everything is all going according to the Bat's plan)
Mel's fic:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Bruce gets cursed to eternal sleep. The cure? Getting fucked by his one true love.
Too bad only Clark is available - or is it?
Kit's fic:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For now, he had Bruce. For now, he wouldn't be rejected for what he does. He wouldn't be turned away if he never asked, so why ask? He would contend himself with the scraps of affection Bruce gave him, and he would bury the ocean of agony underneath his skin until nobody could see it.
He curled around Bruce, and felt the other man shift in his sleep, moving closer to Clark and huddling against his body heat. Bruce looked a little like a kitten, skittish and shy, testing out the limits of what it was allowed to do. Clark smiled into Bruce’s black hair, and closed his eyes.
This had to be enough, it had to be.
Aka., The phrase 'Communication is Key' somehow slips from two of the greatest minds in the planet. These are the (stupid) consequences.
Written as part of a Handshake agreement: Compromised Somnophilia
I realized there's far too little superbat pokemon aus on ao3 and decided to try my hand at Bruce and Clark exploring the world of Pokemon!
Reincarnated and without their memories except for the briefest of glimpses into their past life, they find solace and companionship in each other as they journey through the Kanto Region.
(For days 1-7 of Superbat Week, because I somehow found a way to incorporate all the prompts into one fic XD)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So I read somagni's big bang fic and got a little inspired! Decided I needed a little worm in my life too!
Here's Worm:
Here's Worm hanging out and playing around:
And here's a little dress-up:
Here's the link to the fic involved as well as the blurb. Please read it and enjoy worm too!:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/68916046
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If is a small conjunction Bruce has puzzled over for quite some time. If you were into men, if I was better at relationships, if we didn’t work together, if you didn’t hold a torch for Lois, if I could quit Selina. The list was long, but had never included if you were here. Clark was always there. He’d outlive everything but the sun. Bruce had all the time in the world to consider ifs, until he didn’t. Meanwhile in Metropolis, Clark finds himself underground, dirt as far as the eye can see. His day could be going better it could also get worse.
Clark went to the farmers market on a rainy Sunday afternoon, that’s the last time anyone has seen him by Batman’s account. It’s a love story. It’s a detective story.
"A loud, guttural growl pierces the quiet atmosphere, and Bruce whirls to look at Clark, whose face is now bathed in sunlight. The ethereal glow, however, is eclipsed by the enraged scowl showing plainly on his face. Bruce nearly stops breathing at the sudden change, the unexpected animosity causing him to freeze in animalistic terror. All of a sudden, Bruce is reminded of the fact that Clark, a Kryptonian, Superman, is much stronger, faster, and deadlier than Bruce. He can, and, by the outraged expression on his face, very much wants to kill Bruce on the spot.
And Bruce, without his belt and half-naked to boot, is sitting not even a foot away from this apex predator.
He stares at Clark with dread as his eyes slowly turn yellow, orange, then a fiery, molten red."
My art piece for @superbatbigbang2025 inspired by a great fanfic by Miss_Nomer!!! Check out the fic it's so wonderful!!
And this piece kinda have a depiction of a heart so full art below!
Bruce watches him go before turning back to Clark, taking the time to commit the sleeping man’s visage to memory. Despite the grotesque nature of his quite literally torn-open chest, he breathes a bit easier, finding the sight of the pumping heart reassuring. It’s a sure sign that Clark is here and that he will only get better, if Bruce has anything to say about it.
Thank you so much for my partners Miss_Nomer and PRC for the amazing group work!!
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I've thought about this for like. An hour. Tops. So I probably have not been as thorough as I could have been. But I kinda wanna just see if this is a viable concept and how much help I might need.
Also this is pure selfishness on my part. I sew 8 hours a day and consume podfic like water XD so this is a self serving treat for me lol