#top!bruce

[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.

[yourlocalsmut-fics06]

Actions Have Consequences ~ BRUCE WAYNE X FEM!READER

Prompt: Bruce catches you braking a rule while he was out and decides to give you exactly what you want

WARNINGS: Daddy kink, Master kink, vibrators, spanking, degredation, tones of dom/sub relationship

Characters: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Reader

You always thought the rules Bruce gave you were really really stupid. Don’t talk back, Do what you’re told when you’re told, Only Daddy can take off your clothes, like… He was batman, He couldn’t deal with a little brattiness? and then your least favourite one; Don’t touch yourself without Daddy’s permission.. EVER.

That rule was the Bane of your existence, He was gone all the time and no matter how hard you beg, he never ever let you touch yourself and that was that. But today you were sick of it, you were sick of him constantly edging you and sick of his strictness, you knew he would be gone for a while, he’s always gone overnight, this was your time.

You lay in bed, pretending to be asleep, you felt his lips press against your temple “Sleep tight, princess” He whispered. You heard him walking away, you smirk, waiting until you heard the front door closed to get up.

You slip your pants off, leaving you in only your panties and a big shirt you had stolen from Bruce a few days ago. You hang off of the bed, rummaging around under it until you find the little blue box that was hidden behind your guitar case.

You squeal in excitement, pulling it up onto the bed and opening the box, eyes scanning over all of your favourite Dildo’s, Vibrators and other naughty little toys, the sight of them made your toes curl as you picked out your favourite g-spot vibrator.

You rummage around for the remote, sighing happily when you found it. you lay back on the bed, leaving the box out in the open as you spread your legs, one on either side as you slip your panties off, leaving them laying on Bruce’s side of the bed, you grab his pillow, you clutch it as you insert the vibrator into your tight pussy, leaving you vulnerable.

You huffed softly in pleasure as you buried your head into the pillow, Bruce’s scent alone turned you on as you held the remote, it had been so long since you had came, god knows how sensitive you’ll be.

You start off easy, the first setting. It was continuous short buzzes with little breaks between, every little vibration making you squeak and moan, you regain your composure, your breathing was shaky as you turned it to the next setting, It was longer buzzes, still short breaks between, it was overwhelming in the best way possible and made your toes curl once again, allowing you to let out a little groan.

Your legs began to tremble.. >Nono, Y/N you can’t get this close this soon, thats pathetic< You told yourself, deciding to throw yourself into the deep end, you skip settings Three, Four and Five, jumping straight to six which was continuous, long vibrations, you clutch Bruce’s pillow, face buried into it as you screamed his name, his scent, once again adding to the effect

“Oh- Oh, Daddy! Daddy, Oh my god right there!” You squeal “Right there, Daddy, You’re getting me so fucking close- so close, I’m gonna cum!”.

just as your hole loosens, JUST as you squirt and the Vibrator falls out of you, the bedroom door opens, a very unamused looking Bruce standing in the doorframe “Y/N? Whats all this?”.

You scramble to put everything away as he shakes his head “Oh, getting off to how I smell? and making- Such a big fucking mess on the covers? And breaking the most important rule? Princess, you’ve been so naughty, So Pathetic… I just don’t know what to do with you” He grumbles.

You hurry to explain yourself “I-I’m sorry, Master! I’m so sorry, I- I just haven’t came in weeks, I was so needy and you left, so I- I thought-“ You started, he cut you off “You thought you’d get away with it? Jesus christ, Slut, you’re dumber than you look..”.

He sat down on the edge of the bed “Over my knee” “D-Daddy, Please…” “Princess, Don’t make me ask again”. You whimper, crawling over and laying over his knee, your pretty ass on full display. He grabbed the vibrator again from the box with a smirk “Too bad I won’t be taking any pity on you, We’re going to get straight in”

You yelp as he pushes the vibrator into your cunt, his hand rubbing your ass as he turned it back up to six, just as you had done, you screamed out at the sudden-ness and gripped onto him, feeling his hand lift up.

It came back down, HARD, right on your ass and making you yell in pain “Count” “Daddy, I-“ “I said count you little good for nothing whore”.

You whimper “O-One!- Aah~”

Another hit

“Tw-Two, Daddy, please!”

Another

“Three, Fuck!” Your legs started to shake

Another

“Four- Daddy, I’m going to cum!”

“last one”

This one came down the hardest, it made you hit your climax as you shrieked, nails digging into his jeans to get through your orgasm “I was planning on 20, Princess, but since you cum so quickly, we’ll settle for Five”.

You whimper, he pulls you into his arms, taking the vibrator out and putting it on the bedside table “I’ll clean it later, doll, I came back to say I was called off”.

You hold onto him, grateful he was staying, he pulled the duvet up over you “Stay there, lovely, I’m going to get something to clean you up”.

You whine as he walks away, coming back barely a minute later with a damp towel, softly cleaning you off as he petted your hair “I’ll have Alfred bring us some tea… And maybe some Anti-Horny pills, because you need ‘em, Pup”

You could only whimper softly drifting off in his arms, this time his scent made you feel something more than Arousal, It made you feel comfort, and that was all he really wanted

[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! 

[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.