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Superdorks of all time

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bruce trapped underneath puppy pile of children. if he moves he is evil and hates them

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lmao i have no idea if you know but i’m here from several tiktok’s i’ve seen that post your work being read through a voice over i had to come to the source and bed fed

I'm so embarrassed for that 😭! Sometimes I look at the comments on their posts and I'm like "Oh, maybe I shouldn't have uploaded that... Is it really that weird/bad?" Because some people think that my shorts are too much, but I'm trying to ignore them thanks to the lovely comments you all leave on my account! (I always read them and I'm so grateful for you all, I don't reply to them because I'm a shy person but I have to confess that I always giggle and smile when I see all your kind words!)

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Hi, this showed up on my fyp on tiktok. I just wanted you to know that one of your post was on there.

https://www.tiktok.com/@dailycomics.stories/video/7534194955502292279?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc

Thanks for sending me this! To be honest I don't even know how to react when I see those types of posts on tiktok but well— I would be glad if at least the person who runs that account asks me to post my shorts, to be honest I'm also not that mad because at least they don't hide my username 😞

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Hey!!! I found you on ao3!! And god dang you write so good!!!🤤🤤🤤💋❤️your dark Clark au is mouth watering 😭😭 AMAZING!!I was just wondering why you don't post on ao3 more??like I don't want to be a bother but PLEASE PLEASE POST the dark obsessive Clark au on their,and PLEASE PLEASE CONTINUE IT!!! I WANT TO SEE MORE OF THEM🙇🏼🙇🏼🙇🏼🙇🏼🙇🏼

THANK YOU! I don't really post a lot on Ao3 because I'm a bit lazy to write long one shots or fics 😅, but I promise that I'm workin on something! And about the obsessive au... Sometimes I miss writing about them... Maybe if more people want me to bring more shorts about this universe I will do it! It's just that I don't want you all to get bored because I only bring one type of plot 😞

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PREVIOUS PART

The air still hums between them, hot and heavy. Bruce's chest is rising too fast, too shallow, like he's been sprinting for miles—like his body hasn't caught up to the fact that it's over.

Clark doesn't move far, just enough to let Bruce breathe.

His palm slides from Bruce's throat to his sternum, warm and grounding, covering the frantic thud of his heart. He strokes along Bruce's ribs with slow, gentle passes—thumb dragging through sweat, through heat, through the trembling still rolling off him like aftershocks.

Bruce can't even speak.

He just grabs at Clark again—shaky fingers curling into the fabric at his back, dragging him closer with a hoarse noise that doesn't sound like any word, but Clark understands it anyway.

"I know" Clark murmurs, his lips brushing Bruce's temple "I've got you. You're okay"

Bruce nods—once, twice—before burying his face in Clark's throat like he’s trying to crawl inside him.

His voice, when it finally comes, is raw "Don't go"

Clark's heart nearly cracks in half.

"I'm not going anywhere" he says softly, sliding both arms around him now, holding him flush to his chest. Bruce clings tighter, legs tangled with Clark's like he needs every inch of him to feel real.

There's the faintest smear of damp heat between them, but neither mentions it. Clark doesn't move, doesn't tease, doesn't pull away.

He just strokes his fingers through Bruce's hair, kisses the crown of his head, and breathes for the both of them.

"you did so good" he whispers "You're safe, you're mine. I've got you"

And Bruce, still flushed and trembling, finally exhales—soft and shaky—like he believes him. Like he can.

(I'M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! I finally started college last week and I've been so busy 🥹, I will keep bringin shorts from time to time but I beg for patience please! I hope you like this continuation of the previous part because— I really wanted to get a little more emotional rather than erotic or too explicit)

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they had to kill off Charlie because they realized having a lesbian best friend was going to be too liberating for Dean. If charlie was there in season 11 or 12 when Cas hangs out in the bunker and Dean is asking gay hunters what it's like to settle down and he's making him a mixtape, she would've smacked him over the head

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The room is quiet except for the sound of Bruce gasping against Clark's mouth.

He's on his back, half-undressed, black shirt pulled up just enough to show his stomach twitching every time Clark's hips press against his. There's sweat at his hairline, lashes clumped together, mouth red and parted as if he's trying to catch his breath—but he can't.

Clark is above him, eyes glowing low in the dark. His voice is calm "You're okay?"

Bruce doesn't answer, he just grabs at Clark's wrist, the one currently wrapped loosely around his throat. Not to push it off, not to stop him.

Just to feel it.

Clark's thumb brushes along Bruce's jaw, tender even while he squeezes a little harder. Just enough to make Bruce's legs tense and his pupils blow wide.

And then Clark kisses him.

Sloppy, deep, like he's been starving for him. Their mouths don't quite align perfectly—Bruce keeps gasping into it, teeth dragging along Clark's lower lip, a soft desperate noise breaking in the back of his throat every time Clark exhales through his nose and tightens his grip the tiniest bit more.

Bruce is a mess under him.

"Breathe, baby" Clark whispers, lips brushing his cheek now "That's it. You're okay, I've got you"

Bruce shudders, clings to him like he's the only thing anchoring him to the bed.

Another kiss—hot, wet and filthy, their chests pressed tight, Clark's hand still at his throat like he knows Bruce needs the pressure, the control, the edge of danger that only Clark can give without ever hurting him.

"you like this?" Clark breathes, voice rasping against Bruce's lips.

Bruce moans before he can stop himself—low and hoarse and absolutely wrecked, Clark grins like the smuggest bastard alive.

"Yeah, I know you do"

(I'll leave this here and just— 🏃)

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8 year old Dick, sitting on top of Bruce's shoulders and giggling: Do I weigh anything to you?

Bruce, in his mid-twenties: No.

22 year old Dick, sitting on top of Bruce's shoulders with a mix of confusion, concern, and astonishment: Do I... weigh anything to you?

Bruce, in his early forties, slightly smiling despite his 4 hidden broken ribs: No.

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Love your superbat obsessive Clark au!!😭😭❤️if you're comfortable please write smut in that au! With Clark being UNHINGED and possessive beast

Thank you so much for liking that AU!!! If I have to be honest, I tried, GOD I TRIED A LOT OF TIMES TO WRITE SOME SMUT, but I don't like how it ends up so— I'm sorry 😞 I'll keep practicing and someday I'll write something spicy about them 💪 but for the moment, if someone wants to write something about them from my au (specifically smut) you can do it! But please, tell me when you do it!

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One of the things I wanted to draw once✍️

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Superman & Batman scene redraw

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The warehouse is barely holding together—smoke curling from blown-out panels, the stench of ozone and melted metal thick in the air.

Clark is flat on the floor, one arm sprawled over his head, groaning softly.

Bruce is kneeling beside him, gloved hands already red with blood and Kryptonite residue, trying to pry out the last shard lodged in Clark's ribs.

"You have five minutes before I start cauterizing" Bruce mutters, voice low and tight "So stop squirming"

Clark's head lolls to the side, eyes half-lidded "You smell like leather and rage. It's hot"

Bruce doesn't look at him "You're delirious, shut up"

"No, like—really hot" Clark slurs, smiling like an idiot "I wanna get you pregnant"

Bruce freezes.

"...What?"

Clark's grin widens "Like, real bad. Real hard, domestic, you'd be so cute with a belly"

"You're bleeding out" Bruce growls, applying pressure to the wound "and hallucinating. Do not project your breeding kink onto me while I'm trying to keep your insides inside"

Clark hums dreamily "You'd be such a good dad. Or mom. Or…you know, whatever version of 'dad' who's pregnant and terrifying"

"I swear to God—"

"I'd rub your feet, carry your cravings, build you a crib out of moon rock; you'd be so mean and beautiful and glowing—"

Bruce yanks the kryptonite free with a violent twist.

Clark gasps "Ohhh. That was...intimate"

"You are going to die before I let you finish that sentence" Bruce hisses, clamping gauze down like he's trying not to scream "I am this close to letting the kryptonite back in"

Clark giggles, eyes fluttering "C'mon, B. Just imagine it. You, all full of my alien babies. Glowing, bitchy, gorgeous.”

"I'm not having this conversation with you. Especially not here. Especially not while I’m wrist-deep in your ribcage"

Clark sighs happily "You're so gentle when you’re violent. That's my baby mama"

"Clark"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up"

Clark beams, eyes glassy "Love you"

Bruce just closes his eyes and mutters "I should've left you in the crater"

(Did I write this because I saw this post? ...Yes)

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kryptonite that gives you a breeding kink

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Clark's there. In plaid, again. Holding two cups of coffee and a brown paper bag that smells like fresh pastries.

Bruce stares at him like he's trying to solve a math problem made of emotion.

"…Why are you here"

"Hi" Clark says, grinning "I brought breakfast"

"Uninvited"

"You gave me a key"

"That was for emergencies"

"And your blood sugar after patrol is an emergency"

Bruce stares, Clark just walks in.

Bruce watches him go to the kitchen like he belongs there. Watches him unpack croissants, pour coffee into Bruce's favorite mug, and hum like he's in a rom-com instead of in a room with the most emotionally walled-up man on the planet.

Bruce walks over eventually, still in the hoodie he fell asleep in, jaw clenched like he's annoyed—but he doesn't leave.

"I don't do domestic" Bruce mutters.

"Okay" Clark says cheerfully "Then I'll do it for both of us"

Bruce takes the coffee and grumbles under his breath. He doesn't sit at the table, just leans against the counter like a gargoyle in socks.

Clark leans on the opposite side, all warm smiles and easy posture.

"You know this is a date, right?" Clark teases.

"It's not"

"You let me in, you drank the coffee, you're eating a croissant. That's three signs"

"You're unbearable"

Clark laughs. Bruce doesn't smile—but he does look away, ears pink.

There's a long pause.

Clark watches him eat in silence, eyes soft. Then—

"You looked peaceful this morning" he says.

"You were watching me sleep?" Bruce deadpans.

"Just for a second. You looked…"

He hesitates, then finishes gentler:

"Safe"

Bruce's hand tightens slightly around the mug.

He doesn't say anything.

Clark lets it hang there, not asking for more.

Then—quietly, like it's nothing—Bruce says:

"You make it easier. To rest"

Clark looks at him. Really looks.

Then he nods, like he just got handed a cathedral in the shape of a sentence.

"I'll bring breakfast again tomorrow" he says.

"That's not necessary"

"Okay. I'll still do it"

Bruce doesn't protest again.

He just finishes the coffee, silent, soft. Maybe not smiling—but not fighting it either.

And when Clark leaves later, Bruce watches him go through the window for a long, long time.

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I AM A!!

I somehow grinded this out in three days help

Im also on tiktok :3 @ragdoll_pixie