wondersuperbat x fem!reader. passing you around like a blunt (+18) ˚.✦
It started with Diana complimenting you indirectly, with a glass of whiskey pressed to her mouth, she whispered to Bruce and Clark: "She's so beautiful, isn't she?" Even though she said it loud enough for you to hear it.
Bruce hummed in agreement, nodding with his head at the same time Clark whispered back, "Indeed, she is."
At that point of the night, you had too many cocktails to not laugh and blush like a silly girl, trying to roll your eyes and playing it cool.
“Look at her trying to play it cool. Adorable.” Diana adds.
Bruce’s hand finds your waist first, sliding you sideways into his lap like you weigh nothing. The second your ass settles against his thigh you feel how hard he already is.
“Stay still, princess,” he murmurs against your ear, low enough that only you and the two people watching can hear. “We’re just getting started.”
Clark is there before you can answer, kneeling in front of you, big hands spreading your thighs so the silk of your dress rides up. He doesn’t ask, he just leans in and kisses you slow, swallowing the little gasp you make when Bruce’s fingers slip under the hem of your dress and find you already soaked.
Diana watches, lips curved, then crawls forward on the ottoman. She takes you from Bruce without a word (hands under your arms, lifting you like a doll) and settles you sideways across her lap. One of her hands cups your jaw, turning your mouth to hers, kissing you messy and hungry while the other slides straight into your panties.
Two thick fingers push inside you without warning and you cry into her mouth.
“Good girl,” she praises against your tongue, curling those fingers just right. “So wet for us already.”
Bruce is behind her now, pulling your dress down your shoulders, mouth latching onto your neck, your collarbone, then lower, sucking a bruise around one nipple.
Clark’s hand replaces Diana’s between your legs, three fingers now, stretching you open, thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit.
They pass you like that.
Clark pulls you into his lap next, back to his chest, legs spread wide over his thighs so Diana can kneel between them and lick a hot stripe up your pussy while Bruce feeds you his cock, letting you feel every inch drag over your tongue.
You’re shaking, overwhelmed, dripping down Clark’s fingers when he slides them back in alongside Diana’s tongue.
“Fuck, look at her take it,” Bruce mutters, voice rough, thumb brushing tears from the corner of your eye. “Our pretty little toy.”
Diana hums against your clit, the vibration making you sob, and Clark chuckles low in your ear, “You’re doing so good, baby. Gonna make you come on every single one of us before the night’s over.”
They keep going.
You lose track of whose fingers are inside you, whose mouth is on your tits, whose cock is rubbing against your thigh while they kiss each other over your shoulder, sharing the taste of you like it’s the finest whiskey in the room.
At some point Diana has you facedown across Bruce’s lap, ass up, her five fingers buried deep while Clark feeds you his cock and Bruce’s hand cracks down on your ass in perfect rhythm with every thrust.
You come so many times you stop counting, stop thinking, just let them move you and use you. They just keep feeding you praise.
“So fucking beautiful.” “Look how well she takes us.” “You're doing it so good for us.”
By the time they finally let you collapse between them on the rug, you’re a trembling, sticky mess, covered in bites and their come.
Diana kisses you slow and sweet, licking the taste of all three of them from your mouth.
Bruce’s hand strokes your hair like you’re something precious.
Clark pulls a blanket over the four of you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
The night ends there, with you wondering how will they wake you up next morning.
Introducing: BOTTOM CLARK WEEK 2026! An event dedicated to fanworks featuring Clark Kent, a.k.a. Superman...bottoming!
RULES:
Bottom Clark ONLY. No switching or mention of switching. Clark may dom, but he must bottom.
Generative AI is strictly prohibited. Use of generative AI will result in the banning of participation in future events.
Must be 18+ to participate. Due to the NSFW nature of the event, all creators must be adults.
All types of fanwork are welcome. Art, poetry, fanfiction, edits, threads (Twitter) and posts (Tumblr) are accepted. Get creative!
All ships are accepted and all iterations/versions of Clark are welcome.
Have FUN!
THE PROMPTS:
Day 1 / August 23: Identity porn | Pet play | First time
Day 2 / August 24: Body worship | Exhibitionism | Mommy/daddy kink
Day 3 / August 25: No capes AU
Day 4 / August 26: Lingerie | Crossdressing | Cosplay | Roleplay
Day 5 / August 27: Inappropriate use of Kryptonite
Day 6 / August 28: Marriage | Pregnancy | Omegaverse
Day 7 / August 29: Free day
Please be respectful of all creators during this event. Please tag all of your creations either on here or Twitter with the hashtag #BottomClarkWeek2026. Our Twitter account is @/supesbottom.
Superwonderbat where Bruce keeps stealing Clark’s clothes anytime he can, to the point where whenever he’s at home, he is probably wearing a daily planet hoodie.
There is a problem.
He wants to wear Diana’s clothes, too. Badly.
Not only does it make him feel guilty that he’s only sporting one of his partner’s claims, he also loves the way Diana smells and her stuff always looks so comfortable, he wants to be able to lounge on the couch with a pair of Metropolis Meteors sweats on and snuggle into that plain gray hoodie he sees Diana wear all the time, his nose in the neckline to pick up the hints of vanilla and jasmine that follow his partner.
How does he solve this problem? He pouts.
Anytime he sees Diana in anything that’s not her uniform, he heaves a big sigh as he traces the fabric, sometimes going as far and to bury his head into her shoulder or stomach as he forlornly rubs his cheek into the material.
Once, he even tried to wear a sleep shirt of hers when he was staying at her place. By the time he got it over his shoulders, he had already ripped the neckline. Diana had laughed and told him it was okay, she likes him better sans shirt anyway and Bruce had to tamp down his disappointment. It was nobodies’ fault. Diana, despite her height, is smaller than him, with his broad stature and muscle bulk brought by years of work. It’s a silly thing to sulk over, but he can’t help it.
He thinks he’s being subtle about it.
He’s not.
Despite being the most elusive man in the world, he has trouble keeping stuff from Clark and Diana, especially when he really doesn’t want them to know. They talk about it, it takes them less than 5 minutes to deduce the problem and less than 7 to find a solution.
Diana buys a bunch of stuff in Clark’s size, hoodies and t-shirts and pj pants, and breaks them in. She pretty much wears only her new baggy clothing for a week. Then, she’s leaves it out for Bruce. A hoodie draped over the back of the couch, a t-shirt on top of his pillow in her bed, pajama pants waiting for him when he gets out of the shower.
He knows what they’re doing, knows they talked about it, but he can’t find it in himself to be bothered. When he saw the hoodie on the back of the couch and threw it on he thought it was a new one of Clark’s until he caught a whiff of Diana’s distinct detergent. Immediately, a smile takes over his face and he noses into the collar, taking a big whiff as he falls back into the couch. When he looks up, Clark is standing in front of him with a cocky smile on his face. “Looks good on you,” he says after giving Bruce a once over. He leans down and kisses the hair sticking out of the top of the hoodie before he disappears back out the door. Bruce hides his pink cheeks under the new garment.
The first time Diana sees him in one of her t-shirts, she gets why Clark likes it so much. He’s so cute and soft and hers. She basically dives on top of him where he’s laying on his couch, kissing all over his face until he’s breathless from giggling and shoving at her shoulders. She scoops him up to carry him to bed, holding him in a bridal carry and whispering, “my baby,” before she drops him on top of the duvet. She tells Clark they’re going to bed, curling up behind him and pressing her head in between his shoulders before wrapping an arm around his chest. Clark gets there a couple minutes later, smiling broadly at the sight of his two partners curled up together and the space left for him. He changes and kisses the back of Diana’s head before lying down on Bruce’s other side, letting himself be pulled against the other man so Bruce can tuck his head under his chin. They both hear the shy ‘thank you’ he mumbles as he squeezes each of their hands that he’s holding. Clark kisses his head and murmurs, “No problem, sweetheart.” Diana kisses the back of his neck with a whispered, “Anything for you.”
