š hi im bebe! 25+ yrs old, she/they, new to dc but true to yaoi š
my interests are:
- superbat / batsuper !!!
- jason todd
- writing about love and butt sex
socials
twitter (i'm most active there !)
ao3
you can also check out my 'writing tag' o(*ļæ£ā½ļæ£*)ć
š requests are CLOSED currently! [but they may reopen again in the future] /// pls note i can't promise to write every prompt i receive and reserve the right to refuse any for any reason, pls dont take it personally ! š
read more for my writing preferences/kinks as well as my dislikes/squicks !
my likes
fantasy-esque AUs (royalty/medieval/that kind of stuff)
anything where someone gets fucked so good they cry
rough oral
PUSSY SPANKING
somnophilia
stuck in a wall
overstimulation/mindbreak
edging/denial
mpreg
omegaverse
alien genitalia
i am also open to most dead dove topics, though i may need to be in a specific headspace before i can fully consider the prompt as a whole (Ā“ā½`Źā”ĘŖ)
my dislikes/squicks
(not kinkshaming, just my own personal prefs!)
mean clark ćā½ć (he can be mean during sex but he has to be sweet at SOME point or i'll cry !)
main character death
toilet kinks (MAYBE okay with pee sometimes, it depends)
extreme underage
racist themes (sometimes fantasy racism (ex elves vs orcs) is ok but it RLLY depends heavily)
dd/lg (age difference/play is fine as long as its not infantilism or anything more than LIGHT daddy kink, im quite picky srry!)
feral play/hunting/chasing
noncon or CNC (mildly dubcon is okay!! feel free to ask if ur not sure)
also i DO like feminization as well, but i'm still trying to figure out how to write it in a way that feels satisfying for superbat. so it may be hit or miss to request that at this time ! thank you ! šāāļø
š there may be more in the future that i add, but u can always ask to double check if i'm okay with something !
(ą¹ā¢Ģć ā¢Ģ)Łā§ i'm not the type to be upset by getting a prompt that MIGHT squick me out, so genuinely feel free to lay it on me !!! i promise i will never be mad !!
also ive been meaning to say but if theres anyone who made a request forever ago that doesnt mind a shorter drabble response (instead of me taking a million years) feel free to let me know :D
š quick lil anon request from twitter ! (based off the dynamics in my facets of greed series. tldr is clark physically cant cum without explicit permission from bruce.)
wc: <800 words
cw: edging with a toy, onesided a/b/o, begging, light bondage, dombottom!bruce, subtop!clark
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"Please, baby... I-I can't...!"
"You will."
Bruce lounges between Clark's legs, trembling though they are, cheek resting against a strong thigh while he brandishes his weapon of choice tonight.
The hitachi wand is brand new, powerful, matte black. Intimidating. And has a battery life of six hours.
This is just hour one.
Clark's wrists are bound together above his head with titanium cuffs. Nothing more than paper to Superman, but Bruce likes the way he looks when he's chained.
Besides, Bruce knows that Clark won't break them even if he wants to. He's a good boy.
"How many was that?"
"Th... Three..." Clark pants, eyes hazy as his body slowly relaxes from the intense orgasm it had been building up towards. "I... please tell me what you want me to do. I'll be good, I promise. I just need-"
Brush clicks on the wand, and Clark goes silent immediately.
The tip of his cock is flushed red, a dribble of frothed up precum dangling from the opening. Bruce hadn't bothered wiping it off, the vibrations from the wand would handle it eventually.
Still, Bruce's mouth waters a bit as he watches it dangle. Clark's cock always tasted so delicious, especially when he had a good load of cum stored in his balls.
Bruce resists, if only so he can hear Clark whine for him again tonight.
The poor thing is always so helpless when it comes to his omega. Bruce has no doubt Clark will sing for him plenty.
"I know you'll be good," Bruce says, finally. "You're mine. I get to decide when you cum, don't I? As your omega."
"Yes...!" Clark hisses, head falling back so that all Bruce can see is the way he's practically gulping down air, throat bobbing. "My omega...!"
"Silly little alpha," Bruce sighs, inching forward just enough that his breath tickles across the sensitive skin of Clark's cock. "Even if you keep begging all pretty like that, I don't know if I want this to end just yet."
Clark can barely hear him. His sharp, blue eyes are trained entirely on the buzzing wand that Bruce is idly floating closer and closer to his shaft. It's only on the second power level (of ten), but the motor is powerful. Even level three can be too much for Bruce himself.
But Clark can handle it. Bruce just wants to see how.
"Don't cum," he reminds him needlessly. "No matter how good it feels, no matter how much you beg, you're not allowed."
Clark's forearms tense and flex, but the cuffs hardly creak in protest. Like pinning a beast with a feather.
Bruce rewards him by licking across the full, round curve of his balls. Leaving a little kiss right at the seam between the testes.
"Good boy," he murmurs. The cock above him twitches with need.
Bruce presses the head of the wand directly where he had kissed him, pondering only for a moment before he turns the power up by one.
Then he lays his head back down against his lover's thigh, smiling as Clark dissolves into a fit of grunts and moans and precious pleading for release.
"Ah, nngh-" Clark spreads his legs wider to give Bruce easier access to all of him. "Omega-ahhng...!"
It'll be a while before Clark is close again. Ever so sensitive, but it still takes a bit for him to get entirely worked up.
Bruce loved the challenge, loved methodically taking him apart only to see his body stay tense right on the edge until Bruce is the one to release him.
He'll be nice. Eventually.
But for now, Superman will just have to take being edged like a good alpha.
The plug in Bruce's ass vibrates gently, lazily prepping him for when he himself has finally had enough and needs to ride his lover into the mattress.
His lower belly tightens with need of its own, but Bruce ignores it.
He can be patient.
Bruce kisses the tip of Clark's cock as it bobs uselessly in the air, finally swallowing down that glob of precum. Clark nearly sobs at both the stimulation and the visual of Bruce covered in his essence, claimed by his alpha.
Bruce licks his sticky lips. His own cock throbs needily, in time with his heartbeat.
Maybe not that patient.
"Good alpha," he praises again, reaching behind himself to tug at the base of his plug. Greedily, his rim clings onto the toy.
It'll be a tight fit. Maybe one more edge and then Bruce will give him his reward.
"Yours, yours, yours," Clark babbles, no doubt staring right through Bruce's body to see how wide he's being stretched by the large butt plug.
Do you think Bruce have his 8yo self deep inside him?
I think so, yeah, and there are quite a few comics that outright state that he is still deep down that boy in an alley, or something along those lines (and I don't have most of them on hand lmao xD)
here is him randomly hallucinating his father and responding like a little boy in Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #58 (1994)
im missing virgin bruce soooo bad rn and how he gains morr and more confidence the longer the fic goes on and how it ends with him basically using clark as his sex toy in the end cause he knows he Deserves it š„°
superbat, 46k, rated T, hurt/comfort, clark w/ a terminal illness (TAGGED AS HAPPY ENDING !!)
what i love about it!!
THIS FIC IS KINDA CRAZY HEART WRENCHING, i skimmed it while trying to figure out what fic to rec and alllllll those feelings i had when i first read it came punching me in the face.... if you can handle the subject matter, i really really recommend it because its such an intense and beautiful ride ! im really about to sit down and reread it fully and cry again. its so good.
an excerpt from my favorite scene !
Clark rubs the back of his hand over his mouth. It looks like heās about to answer, but then a cough rips through his chest, and he brings the crook of his elbow to his mouth, coughing into his arm.
When Clark catches his breath again, thereās a splotch of dark, red blood on the sleeve of his shirt. A blade of sunlight falls across his hand, but the light doesnāt seem to help Clarkās grim shape, not at this rate.
Something tightens in Bruceās chest. Thereās a rush of noise in his ears that at first he thinks is the AC. He realizes itās his own pulse, his heart pounding at the sight of Clark with blood on his lips, like that day in the gardens.
Bruce has all the pieces to the puzzle. He knows what the truth is, but he doesnāt want to accept it. He needs to hear Clark say it, even if he doesnāt want it to be real.
āYouāre sick,ā Bruce says quietly, with the desperate hope that Clark will shake his head and offer some tame explanation for the blood on his clothes and the mournful look in his eyes. Anything,Ā anythingĀ to prove Bruce wrong. Please, let him be wrong. Just this one time.
Clark looks at him, brilliant blue eyes piercing him to the core.
āIām dying,ā Clark says, and Bruceās world stops turning.
A Superman short story by Scott Kurtz and Karl Kerschl (September 2, 2021)
In 2013, Scott KurtzĀ tweeted randomly that he had written a short Superman story. He asked if anyone wanted to take a crack at illustrating it. I said yes. Scott sent me his short script and it was great. It captured the simplicity and positivity that I always long for in a Superman story, and it was only five pages long! I started drawing it in my spare time and finally got around to finishing it eight years later. ~ Karl Kerschl
