#bottom!clark

[edencherries]

。𖦹°‧i mean camaraderie - superbat‧° 𖦹 。

word count - 611

pairing - Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne

summary: Bruce Wayne is in for a very long night!

warnings: absolutely zero plot, soft and filthy smut under the cut, bottom!Clark, top!Bruce and as a reminder minors DNI

cross posted on my AO3 in case you prefer!

this is my first time ever writing for these two so hopefully you enjoy, thank you for reading!

Clark feels like he’s floating, totally reasonable seeing as he is physically able to fly. However, the only reason he knows he actually isn’t—despite the fact that he has never felt lighter—is the weight of Bruce Wayne’s body over him. Pressing his thighs to his abdomen, pushing Clark’s back against the mattress as the frame of the bed creaks dangerously loud, punching the air out of his lungs with each precise stroke of his hips.

The room is spinning. He might be floating both of them a couple inches off the b—oh!

Well…if Clark wasn’t already pinned to the mattress, he definitely is now.

Bruce takes some of his weight off Clark’s thighs. Only long enough to hook his elbows to the back of the other man’s knees, lowering himself until he’s nudging Clark’s nose with his own and effectively trapping him between crisp white sheets and his scarred chest.

Clark kisses Bruce fiercely. Open-mouthed and messy.

“Nghh! gosh, Bruce—” Clark whines against Bruce’s lips, the angle pressing impossibly deep within him. His eyes widen, glassy and positively hypnotic.

Bruce groans, dropping his forehead against Clark’s with an out-of-place tenderness. He’s breathing heavy, his body almost vibrating trying to keep his orgasm at bay.

“I don’t think I’ll be—holy f—” his voice goes up an octave and trails off, Clark’s jaw is slack with pleasure that rises exponentially at the sound of Bruce’s wrecked voice. Clark only nods, understanding exactly what Bruce was trying to say.

“I-I'm close too, baby—” Bruce moans at the nickname and begins to piston his hips at a punishing pace.

The room echoes with the sounds of skin slapping on skin and debauched moaning.

With a calculated snap of his hips, Bruce pushes Clark over the cliff of his orgasm, his release painting both of their chests white.

Clark’s whines turn breathy as Bruce continues his erratic pace. Guttural groans clawing their way out of Bruce’s throat, he is so close. Clark’s trembling hands make their way up to cradle Bruce’s head where it's now burrowed against his neck, fingers pressing into his scalp.

“Give it to me—give me all of it,” Clark’s voice is shaky, it rips a sob out of Bruce.

He loses it, barely pulling out in time to finish all over Clark’s abdomen. Bruce feels like a live wire, every muscle in his body is throbbing, his pulse thrumming under his skin like a war drum. Clark could probably hear it, even without using his enhanced senses.

Clark’s fingertips against his scalp slowly ground him back to reality.

Bruce pulls back slightly, searching for Clark’s gaze, only to find him already looking at him with that disarmingly beautiful smile that he adores so much. Clark stretches his neck forward to reach Bruce’s lips.

The kiss is sweet, though no less passionate. Both of their heartbeats slowly returning to base, their kiss turning lazy as they untangle their limbs to lay down next to each other. Face to face, barely any space between them, sweet nothings murmured against each other’s mouths.

Bruce breaks their embrace—or well, tries to—when Clark’s burly arm throws itself over his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going, mister?” Clark smiles, eyebrows raised slightly. The playful lilt in his voice only makes Bruce want to kiss him again. Repeatedly.

So he does exactly that.

“Bathroom—” kiss. “To get—” kiss. “Something—” kiss. “To wipe—” kiss. “You down,” kiss. Clark hums, eyelids fluttering.

“That can wait,” Clark mutters, flipping Bruce onto his back, “it’s your turn now.” Their mouths meet in another searing kiss.

Bruce Wayne is in for a very long night.

[bottom-kal-el]

If you ship Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent (Batman/Superman), and have a preference for bottom!Clark (bottom!Superman), please like and/or reblog this post so that we can all find one another on here! 

[sunpoweredsub]

Clark Kent bouncing on it at supersonic speed send post

[powerbottombatman]

A little psa

I guess there’s some bottom!clark vs bottom!bruce turf war thing going on. (I guess???) And I’ve been getting quite a few angry anon rants in my inbox. So lemme clear the air for good

This blog supports BOTH and will not discriminate between the two when posting. The title of this blog does NOT mean I have a preference for bottom bats. It got it’s name from a RP scene between me and my significant.

Also this blog will NEVER ever shame, hate, tease or judge anyone for their preference of superhero frick fracking. Here is a 100 judge-free zone.

[superbatheadcanons]

You know how when people talk about Bottom!Clark, they change the heights from DC to DCEU. Listen. What if we had Bottom!Clark but as the big, muscular farm boy from the comics and have Top!Bruce as the slightly smaller than Clark from the comics!? So instead of tiny, cute Bottom!Clark. We have tall, big buff Clark who likes to get it up the ass. The cute height differences would make it a tad bit weird because Clark is looking down as he's taking an order from Bruce and Bruce is like "Are you listening, Kent?" I just thought it would be cute to have Bottom!Clark and Top!Bruce with the heights in the DC Universe.

[superbatheadcanons]

Hello, and I just wanted to say I love your blog!! In addition to that I was just curious since you do so many awesome headcanons if you had any for bottom superman? Anyways thanks for reading this message and keep up the fantastic work!! ♡〜٩( ╹▿╹ )۶〜♡

AWWWW

THANK YOU!

I SURE DO!!!

Clark purposely wears those slacks to all of Bruce’s parties just so he can tease him and have some fun while having to mingle with snobs.

Clark can’t feel pain down there, or any that Bruce could afflict, so if Bruce really wanted to, he could go in dry. But that’s not fun.

Clark enjoys being teased more than he does the actual intercourse.

Clark can’t ride Bruce. He almost broke his pelvis last time so they usually do it doggy style or on his back in some twisted mess.

Clark likes being the one in Bruce’s lap when they make out but he doesn’t mind having Bruce in his lap.

Bruce and Clark actually switch who’s going to be the bottom and who’s going to be the top but Clark is a natural bottom so when it’s his turn to be a top, he usually gets Bruce to plug him up before going at it.

Clark enjoys all kinda of BDSM but kinda hates it because he’s strong enough, even with blue kryptonite, to break the bonds. He doesn’t chain’s and rope gives him an awful burn.

After a long day of BDSM, he enjoys the after care Bruce has for him. He gives everything he has for Bruce and Bruce returns it in wonderful bubble baths and kissing.

Clark wore a Bat-butt plug while doing an interview with Lex Luthor so Clark could “remember what side he’s on.”

Clark enjoys cuddling and he enjoys it even more when he’s the one who gets to snuggle into Bruce’s chest. Whether it’s bed time or it’s just spontaneous snuggling, Clark likes to be the one under. It makes him feel safe.

Here’s 10 for you! Hope you like them!

I tried to get a mix of NSFW and SFW HCs because being a bottom is a life style. ‘,:)