allouttaink

[allouttaink]

☆.。.:・° relax. ☆.。.:・°

MDNI! superbat fic, NSFW!

clark just wanted his bfs attention! (sorry for any grammar mistakes.)

Bruce didn’t understand what the word “downtime” meant, and it frustrated the hell out of Clark.

Clark had finished up his assigned article earlier that day, and decided that the best way to wind down on his early start to the weekend was to pay his celebrity boyfriend a visit. He got his affairs in order, tidied up, and ate dinner- by the time he finished it was already 8 pm. Late enough for him to soar the metropolis skyline without the possibility of being seen.

He grabbed his over-night bag and took to the sky, arriving promptly at the estate. As he fixes his disheveled hair in the reflection of the large glass front door, he’s unaware of the fact Alfred had already appeared to open it.

“Master Kent, what brings you to the estate at this hour? An interview with Mr. Wayne? I’ll inform him of your arrival.“

Clark chuckled. “I’m not here on business tonight, merely as a friend."

“But of course. It was impolite to insinuate any less on a Friday night.” He laughed dryly.

Clark stepped into the manor, allowing Alfred to take his coat. It’d taken much convincing and he still wasn’t 100% okay with it, but Alfred seemed unbothered as he took his duffel bag upstairs.

When Alfred’s frame disappeared at the top of the staircase, Clark made quick work of storming down a hallway and finding one of Bruce’s upteenth passageways to the bat cave. It’s something you’d expect out of an old action film really, very dramatic but, what else could be expected of Bruce? He slipped down a narrow pathway and down a flight of even narrower steps. When he opened a sterile metal door he used his X-ray vision to search for exactly where Bruce was. He found him sat at his computer as usual, deep in focus staring at what seemed to be a million different things.

He hovered just barely over the steps, cautious of making noise. He crept up behind his boyfriend’s tall frame and embraced him from behind.

“Boo.” Clark whispered into the crook of his neck.

“Clark, I’m working.” He typed away at the computer.

“How’d you even know I was here?!” He sounded dejected.

“I saw you on the CCTV cameras the second motion was detected above the estate, and anyway, you’re not known for your stealth.”

He pouted slightly, seeing Bruce was already irritated.

“I just wanted to surprise you tonight, it’s been hard to get ahold of you lately.” He leaned against a console.

“Mm.” Bruce grunted, cowl still on.

The shifting fabric of Clark's clothes was the only audible interruption aside from occasional beeps coming from the monitor. He repositioned himself, moving in front of the screen to block his view.

"Needy today." Is the only response he garners from the Bat.

"You didn't respond to my texts, had I known you'd be so busy tonight I wouldn't have come.." He looked off to the side, waiting for Bruce's response.

"Mmm."

Clark took loud dramatic steps towards the staircase he came, hoping to get a reaction. Nothing.

"...I'm leaving.." Nothing he did could interrupt Batman's laser focus.

Nothing except... making his presence impossible to ignore.

Clark lowered himself to the ground, crawling slowly towards where Bruce was seated, situating himself underneath the bat computer, between Bruce's legs. He placed his hands on Bruce's thighs, slowly caressing the muscle. He knew he'd made progress when he felt Batman's thighs twitch at the sudden touch.

He made quick work of moving the utility belt out of the way, the armor proving to be a pain in the ass. As he undid Bruce's bottoms, he looked up at him, doe eyed. He wasn't even looking at Clark, instead viewing some insignificant (in Clark's opinion) file. Any man should lose their patience in this scenario, which is why Clark took Bruce's length into his mouth, whole.

Thankfully Kryptonians don't have a gag reflex. Bruce on the other hand, was very much human. He let out a gasp, looking down at Clark. He sucked his teeth, returning his focus to the computer, though undoubtably squirming. Clark withdrew, licking stripes up and down Bruce's now leaking cock, occasionally running his thumb over the slit. When he'd worked him up a little more, he decided to deepthroat him again. Only, when he didn't garner the anticipated reaction, his teeth "accidently" grazed the other males shaft.

Bruce hissed as his hips lifted slightly off the chair, his hands instinctively moving to Clark's hair, where he held an iron grip. With the cowl now gone, Clark could make out the frustration in Bruce's face, alongside the dangerous look in his eyes.

"..It's so thoughtful of you to come and relieve my stress, you wanna do that f'r me yeah?" Bruce slapped his dick across Clark's cheek.

The other simply nodded, desperate for his attention.

"Keep your mouth open."

And he did as he was told.

Bruce bunched up the other male's curls, using them as leverage to sloppily fuck his boyfriend's throat raw. The sounds he made were animalistic, and he'd stood up now to reallyyy make sure he was giving Clark his full length.

As for Clark? Tears were brimming in his eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure he felt. The burn felt just right, and he was hyper focused on Bruce's moans. He derived so much pleasure from the act in fact, that he'd failed to take into consideration the heat building up in his core. As he pressed his thighs together, a familiar warmth spread throughout him.

Bruce looked down at the now visibly wet spot soaking through his boyfriends jeans. Taking in Clark's disheveled appearance, he couldn't stop himself from finishing down his throat. Bruce made sure to support the back of Clark's head as he leaned back. Clark was completely spent, his eyes seemed empty as they rolled back, and he leaned on Bruce as he waited for his body to stop twitching.

Small whimpers and whines could be heard, as any additional touch proved to be too much. With Clark's senses overwhelmed, he was having a hard time controlling his alien physiology. Bruce came down to his level, planting gentle kisses on his forehead to ground him. As he looked his lover in the eyes, he knew he'd deprived him of his attention long enough. He'd definitely make it up to him.

[allouttaink]

hiiii me again i was wondering if you could do a short abby from the last of us x reader blurb..?

I’m not sure if you do xreaders but I feel like you could have some great ideas !!! ^_^

tyyyy

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MDNI ⊹ ₊ ⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ଓ lazy afternoons ଓ ♡˚₊‧⁺ ₊ ⊹ MDNI

An almost quiet afternoon. The sun poured in through the large paned windows of Abby’s room, a rare silence outside, and a warmth in your core.

She gazed up at you lazily as you straddled her lap, two fingers thrusting in and out of you haphazardly as you squeezed your thighs together. Abby pouted sarcastically, using her other hand to support your waist.

“Now princess, keep reading nd I keep fucking this pretty cunt, kay?” Her fingers ghosted up your side, drawing out a light whine.

“When… she…” You began to read, a thrust matching each word that slowly fell from your lips.

“Abbby… not fair-“

The hand that had gently caressed your waist snaked its way behind your back, now threaded in the length of your hair. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned against her touch.

“I’m so disappointed in you sweet girl..” She feigned a hurt tone, withdrawing her fingers to properly grip your ass, coming down with hard smacks.

“Mm..mph…” tears pricked the corner of your eyes, grinding against her thigh to gain any form of friction.

“Tsk, such a slut. Can’t focus on anything cause you’re too busy thinking with her.” She landed a few wet slaps on your puffy lips. She takes the book from your hand, but you barely notice.

“Turn around, don’t even wanna look at you. But what kind of person would I be if I didn’t teach this pretty pussy a lesson hm?”

This is an order you take without question. Face down on the mattress you ball the sheets up in your hands. Abby used your hair as leverage, forcing you back on her fingers repeatedly as she makes you stare at your reflection through the window. Your mascara was streaky and there was drool dripping down the side of your mouth.

A string of apologies left your mouth as you begged her to let you finish, garnering a mean giggle in return.

hope you enjoyed your blurb anon! ◡̈

feel free to leave asks!

[allouttaink]

. ݁₊ ݁˖ . let me make it up to you . ݁₊ ⊹ .˖ .

this is a superbat fic based on season 2 episode 2 of the 2000 series “Justice League”. ◡̈

They fight.. make up… and then make out. NSFW!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“That’s the last time I ever let you be in charge of any important decision.” Batman spat at Superman, sending him reeling him forwards with a shove.

Superman staggered but easily caught his footing.

S: “You don’t know what it’s like Batman. You don’t know what Darkseid did to me, to my family, to my planet.”

B: “Were you even thinking? Logic is essential in these situations, what the hell could’ve prompted you to endanger everyone else’s lives? You’re getting sloppy Superman.”

Superman approached him with large and steady footsteps, grabbing him by the collar of his suit and lifting him off the ground, meeting him eye to eye. His voice shook as he tried to maintain his last shred of self control.

S: “Logic isn’t everything Batman. Some days, I feel like I have more humanity than you could ever.”

He released his grip on Batman’s suit when he started to hear a piece of mesh fabric tear. He ran his hand through his now tousled hair and opened the hangar.

Before flying out, he looked over his shoulder.

S: "You know... you aren't always right."

Superman was too headstrong for his own good sometimes, but he seemed genuinely affected by what Batman had said. It was a momentary analysis Batman made, but he couldn't retort because by the time he'd blinked Superman was already gone.

He adjusted his cowl and huffed bitterly, flicking off a piece of meteorite debris from his shoulder. Un-fucking-believable. He drags himself to the main foyer where the rest of the JL was waiting.

W: "Great Hera... are you both alright? Where's Superman?"

B: "Tsk, we're both fine."

Everyone looked around the room and shared confused glances. They checked it off as Batman being hurt or annoyed that the mission didn't go according to plan. In times like these they knew it was better not to pry, especially when the Bat's ego was at stake.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

When there weren't petty crimes to stop, the league would relax at the watch tower. It'd been a week since Batman and Superman's little disagreement, but it felt like it'd been dragging on for months. Both parties were irritated and the entirety of the team felt like they were walking on eggshells around them. There had been numerous incidents where Batman would walk into a room and Superman would stop his current conversation to excuse himself.

A few days later, the league had been searching for an Arkham escapee. There was an uncomfortable tension lingering in the air as they were determining the best way to catch the convict.

GL: "I say we split up, I'll go with Hawkgirl. Diana, take Flash. Jonn, you should be able to cover more than enough ground on your own. That leaves.. Superman and Batman."

S: "I think it'd be best if we went separately."

Things simultaneously clicked, and the source of the tension was now understood. The JL looked around, unsure of what to say. Flash leaned against a streetlight, whistling and avoiding eye contact with the two. Wonder Woman finally decided to speak up, scoffing as she approached them.

W: "You better squash whatever it is going on between the two of you. People's lives are at stake in case you forgot."

GL: "..Maybe it'd be best if we changed the pairings. I wouldn't mind going with Super–"

W: "No, we have a job to do, and teams will stay as they are. You'll both patrol the outskirts of the city. The longer we wait this out the more room there is for disaster. I don't want to hear it from either of you."

Wonder Woman crossed her arms and made sure they both left together. Batman's expression was unreadable and the only way you could measure Superman's annoyance was by the slight furrow in his brows.

When they were gone, Wonder Woman addressed the rest of the team.

W: "Hera help us.. at least if they fight it'll make for easy damage control."

Hawkgirl chuckled as she spun her mace.

H: "Smart."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Superman flew ahead of Batman, leaving the city lights behind as they entered the outskirts. Surrounded by dense foliage he sighed.

If there was someone here, it'd take forever to find them, no matter how good his x-ray vision was.

When Batman caught up to him, he didn't make his presence known. He stared at his back for a few minutes, contemplating what he wanted to say.

B: "Superma–"

S: "Don't."

B: "Can we-"

Superman cut him off once more, already frustrated with the grueling task of creating an opening into the forest.

S: "This isn't the place for that. Just help me clear out these branches so we can do our job," he managed to grit out.

Batman rolled his eyes before grabbing a blade from his utility belt. He made easy work of reducing the surrounding greenery to shreds.

B: "Now can we talk?"

Superman walked past him with an intentional shove to his shoulder. Every man had his limits, and Batman had just about reached his. He took Superman by the back of his shoulder and reeled him around, pressing a finger into the center of his chest.

B: "Enough of this petty bullshit, you're being unreasonable."

Superman's eyes snapped down to meet Batman's through his cowl. He shoved him backward, knocking the wind out of him as his back pressed against a tree. With one hand he held Batman's neck, using the other to force him to look up at him.

S: "I'm unreasonable? Where'd this attitude come from? What were your words a few days ago... I'm getting sloppy?"

He leaned in closer to the other man's face, who breathed heavily against him.

S: "Don't be a hypocrite Batman, it's not in your character."

B: "Yeah?" He hissed.

Batman's gaze moved to Superman's lips, then back up to his eyes.

B: "Do you want this?" (<- You ALWAYS ask for consent.)

S: "Fuck you."

Superman's lips locked onto his in a bruising kiss. He nipped at his lower lip, drawing blood as Batman granted him access to the rest of his mouth. The metallic taste mixed with their saliva as he hummed into the kiss. He moved his knee in-between Superman's thighs, causing the other to start rutting against him.

S: "Mm... hahh.. fuck you..," he grunted, burying his face in the crook of the other mans neck. Batman moved his hand down, palming his erection.

B: "'Wanna make it up to you, wanted to.. apologize."

Superman still had his hand wrapped around his neck, but the pressure felt so nice he didn't want him to stop. He was so lightheaded that when Superman flipped him around, even his cheek pressing into the bark felt good. He arched against Superman’s bulge, begging him to do something.

B: “Please… I need it.. need you..” He wasn’t one to beg, but who’d hear him in this desolate place?

From behind, Superman shoved two fingers into his mouth, inhaling sharply at the lewd way Batman was sucking on them.

S: “This all I have to do to get you to behave?” He chuckled.

Superman withdrew his fingers and made quick work of tearing the bottom of Batman’s suit. He hastily lifted Batman’s hips as he entered two fingers. Batman hissed at the sudden stretch, but after a few minutes his eyes were rolling to the back of his head.

B: “Super…man… pleashehh..” He slurred.

S: “If you’re that touch starved you just had to say so.”

In one fell swoop Superman entered him, bottoming out. With one hand on the small of his back and the other gripping his hip with bruising strength, he began thrusting into the other male. Batman was a personal fan of this method of stress relief.

B: “Yo…u…shitll.. mad?” He said between thrusts, struggling to catch his breath.

S: “Mm.. no.. shit, don’t.. do.. that.. again.”

A few minutes later Superman could no longer ignore the burning heat in his core. As he moved to pull out he felt two hands grab at his.

B: “Inside.”

Superman’s breathing picked up and he finished inside him with a growl in his ear. He kissed down the others neck, wrapping his hand around his dick. When Batman finished, his vision turned white momentarily and his legs went weak. Superman held him up and turned him back around to kiss him. There was something different about this one, it was sweet and passionate, evident that the bitterness from an hour ago had dissipated.

As Superman allowed him to catch his breath, he wiped the sweat off the bottom half of his face, taking a moment to appreciate his dazed expression.

B: “I really am sorry.” His voice came out more hoarse than expected.

S: “I’m sorry I had to take you here. I’m not one for quickies. I’ll make it up to you on a real bed, yeah?” He kissed his jaw.

It definitely seemed like Batman was forgiven.

[allouttaink]

infinity

You stretched and bent time itself,

And I clung to the version of you I created,

An infinite iteration

Curated from the fragments of what I wanted you to be

Searching for traces of you in the dark

Only to find you etched into every constellation,

Did you know that?

In radio silence, I sought you

You, and all the particles you’d interrupted, their paths forever changed,

I envied their ability to hold you close,

To have truly known you

But you never saw the distance I felt,

The photons that bounced off your face as you smiled

Created a warmth

That led me to believe you were salvation,

But I know better than to make man a false prophet

Yet I find it harder to do so, when in the carbon embrace of despair,

You held the fires of a thousand suns in your eyes,

Every atom of mine has interacted with yours,

A pulse in the fabric of existence,

An irreparable tear in space and time,

An unquartered offense, one that only flesh could mourn.