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nsfw - brulois & clark (implied bruce/lois/clark)

Luthor could smash his way into his apartment right now and Clark wouldn't even notice, hyper focused on the sound of Lois’ skin against Bruce's. The soft drag of his chest hair against her skin, her nipples. Fuck, Clark thought dazed.

The slide of Bruce's fingers down her side, he could hear the way the calluses catch on Lois’ soft skin. Clark's skin twitches, the ghost of Bruce's hand smoothing down his side. He throws an arm over his eyes, shaking and shaking and shaking.

Bruce's hand goes down, the rustle of Lois’ pubic hair against his knuckles and then- oh god and then so wet and thick, the soft sound of Lois’ clit against Bruce's fingers and Clark and Lois moan, “Bruce,” in sync.

He can hear it, he can hear it and hear it and hear it. Their hearts racing and their breathing and the way Lois is clenched up around Bruce and the barely there rocking of Bruce pressing and pressing and pressing into her cunt and the almost silent drag of his thumb over her clit and it's too much. It's not enough.

Clark bites his lip and his eyes roll back and he cums like a fountain, fist still locked around the root of his dick.

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happy pride bernard dowd im making your life worse <3

"Bernard!" Mom snapped, oops, she definitely saw him do that. "How many times have I told you not to do that! You're gonna ruin your shoes." "Sorry Mom," He said hurrying over to her, "Hey- Hey, do you think the dog is. Is a secret alien? Or a vampire watchdog? Or a-" "Bernie," Mom said in a too sweet voice, "I don't care about the dog. It's probably a mutt that got dumped not a- A- Whatever you said." Bernard frowned, "Whadda you mean 'dumped?'" "Abandoned. Left behind." Mom waved a hand around loosely, tugging him towards the other path and out of the park.

Bernard stumbled after her, eyes locked on the dog. Suddenly it didn't look gross and cool. It looked sad. "You can do that?" He wondered, "Just leave you dog?" "Yes Bernie," Mom said, tugging him a little closer as they crossed the street. "I guess their owner didn't want them anymore, so they dumped the dog here." He didn't know you could do that, decide you didn't want something and just, just leave it somewhere. It made something twist and hurt in his tummy. "We should take it then," He blurted out, fisting his dinosaur shirt over his twisty tummy. "So it isn't lonely anymore." Mom muttered something and squeezed his hand firmly. "No Bernard, we are not taking in a stray mutt from the park. That's absurd." And he should've left it there, should've shrugged and moved on. But he thought about the dog lying in the dirt and how it probably didn't have any friends, like Bernard. It must be scary to be abandoned. he thought tears welling up.

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i have an illness. its called must write baby bruce with his parents (and implied pennywaynes)

"Bruce!" Daddy turned on his heel, scooping Bruce up into his arms and pressing loud, whiskery kisses all over his face. Giggling and wriggling, Bruce eventually twisted himself until he could press his hands to Daddy's mouth, stopping the kisses.

"Daddy!" Bruce gasped around his giggles, "that's too many kisses!"

"Yeah Daddy," Mama called from the bedroom, "save some kisses for me."

"But I saw my beautiful boy and I simply had to cover him in kisses, it's an affliction. I'd know, I learnt about it in doctor school."

Bruce pulled back, squinting at him. If he learnt about it in doctor school than maybe he really did need so many kisses. But Daddy could be very silly, so maybe he was just tricking.

Daddy pouted, pushing his lip out in a way that made his moustache extra bushy, Bruce narrowed his eyes harder.

Sensing he was about to lose, Daddy let Bruce slide out of his arms, turning back to the dresser. "Anyway! I do have a very important mission for you, are you ready?"

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the un-egg-xpected consequences of scrambled communication

bruce wayne/clark kent

After a rough escape from intergalactic bounty hunters and a month stuck on a moon with no food, Bruce and Clark decide on an... unconventional plan for food. - Without looking at him, Bruce continued. “You don't produce eggs when you masturbate and I.” He cleared his throat, “I examined your eggs, months ago. They aren't particularly nutritionally dense but, but they're something.” “You checked the nutritional makeup of my eggs.” Clark said blankly, “Without telling me.” A faint red flush bloomed over the back of Bruce's neck, “I was curious.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

chapter 2 is out!!! everyone come get ur angst!!

heres a preview

“I thought-“ “That’s your problem,” Dick hissed venomously, “You’re always thinking and you forget that other people have opinions too! So what-“ Dick threw his arms out, “What does the wise and knowing Bruce Wayne think I should do?” “I don’t-“ “You don’t know?” Dick laughed bitterly, “So now that everything's a mess, now that it’s too late for anything to change. Now I get to make a decision? How generous of you Bruce, truly.” “Tell me what to do Dick, tell me what you need.” Bruce looked up at him, old and sad and- and broken. Before Dick would’ve hugged him, would’ve bullied him to bed and told him they’d look at the problem with fresh eyes in the morning. Before he and Jason would’ve lured Bruce into the media room to watch old comedies, eating popcorn and forgetting - for a moment - the horrors outside their home. Now Dick stares down at Bruce and feels absolutely nothing. “I need my little brother.”

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respice finem

After a deal gone bad Sheila dies next to the body of the kid she hadn't wanted. Then she wakes up. - A time loop fic

The air in the tent was sweltering, heavy canvas trapping the heat; thick and clinging. In the cramped cot Sheila froze, slowly opening her eyes to stare disbelievingly up at the tan fabric above her head. She was… alive?

Slowly, she reached for her phone, the screen cheerfully alerted her that it was 6:03am on April 27 and her alarm was due to go off in seven minutes. Sheila let the phone drop from her hands and pinched her arm, hard, the burst of pain was sharp and bright. She touched her face, the black eye one of Joker’s men had given her was gone, the skin unbroken and painless.

For a moment Sheila sat on her cot and genuinely considered that she had gone insane.

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needed to exorcise a demon (write more transfemme tim) before i could focus. heres a first draft of the tim/bernard reunion

Because Tim is a fucking idiot and a glutton for punishment, he heads to Kelsey's for lunch. He can't even pretend that it's because Kelsey's is close to the marina or that he's just really craving one of their milkshakes. There's a shitty, pathetic part of him that's just hoping that he'll see Bernard.

Which is-

It's scummy of him, like- Not enough to lie to the guy to his face, for weeks, no he's gotta show up knowing that Bernard won't recognize him and fucking- Fucking check on him.

As if Tim's got any business with him, or any fucking right.

He jerks to a stop, someone walking behind shoulder checks him with a snarled curse and he barely pays attention enough to flip them off as he steps to the side. He just- He needs to pull his shit together.

Tim Drake has no reason to act like Kelsey's is any different to the dozens of diners scattered around the city, it's not like Tim's ever been there after all. He squeezed his eyes shut, pressed the edge of his shoulder into the rough brick wall. This was a mistake.

This was backsliding.

The whole fucking point of moving to the marina was to put all this shit behind him, so why was he here, dragging it all back up again?

Go home, he thinks firmly, order something in and get back to your modifications. You shouldn't be here anyway.

Which is a great plan, until he opened his eyes and realised that he was standing at the mouth of The Alley. His instantly dry throat clicked as he tried to swallow, he could see it so clearly, Bernard holding hi- Caroline, in his arms. Pressed back into the rough brick she was still leaning against.

Fuck. He thought calmly, turning on his heel. He needed to get the fuck out of here, now.

"...Tim?"

Fuck.

Bernard was standing in the doorway with a pack of smokes in hand, a surprised half smile on his face. Tim's heart didn't ache at the sight of him and he didn't clock the patch of stubble Bernard had missed shaving or the way the bags under his eyes were deeper than Caroline had ever seen.

"It is you, shit."

"Bernard," Caroline started to say, voice automatically going soft and Tim cleared his throat harshly. "S-Sorry, uh, Bernard, hi."

He was waving a hand casually, letting the kitchen door slam behind him as he hurried down the alley to meet Tim.

"Damn dude, it's good to see you. You look good." Bernard's eyes didn't drag over Tim's body the way they had on Caroline's and Tim tried not to feel sick at noticing the difference.

"Y-Yeah, it's great to see you. You, you work here?"

"At Kelsey's? Yeah, pays the bills." He shrugged, "You mind?" He flashed the pack at Tim and he shook his head.

"Go ahead." Tim tried not to remember the taste of them in Bernard's mouth, the way Bernard's eyes had gone dark and heated when Caroline had playfully snatched the cig from his mouth and taken a drag. He'd kissed the smoke out of her mouth, Tim couldn't help but remember, hating himself.