bebe 🔅

my likes

fantasy-esque AUs (royalty/medieval/that kind of stuff)

anything where someone gets fucked so good they cry

rough oral

PUSSY SPANKING

somnophilia

stuck in a wall

overstimulation/mindbreak

edging/denial

mpreg

omegaverse

alien genitalia

i am also open to most dead dove topics, though i may need to be in a specific headspace before i can fully consider the prompt as a whole (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

my dislikes/squicks

(not kinkshaming, just my own personal prefs!)

mean clark 〒▽〒 (he can be mean during sex but he has to be sweet at SOME point or i'll cry !)

main character death

toilet kinks (MAYBE okay with pee sometimes, it depends)

extreme underage

racist themes (sometimes fantasy racism (ex elves vs orcs) is ok but it RLLY depends heavily)

dd/lg (age difference/play is fine as long as its not infantilism or anything more than LIGHT daddy kink, im quite picky srry!)

feral play/hunting/chasing

noncon or CNC (mildly dubcon is okay!! feel free to ask if ur not sure)

also i DO like feminization as well, but i'm still trying to figure out how to write it in a way that feels satisfying for superbat. so it may be hit or miss to request that at this time ! thank you ! 🙇‍♀️

🔅 there may be more in the future that i add, but u can always ask to double check if i'm okay with something !

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ i'm not the type to be upset by getting a prompt that MIGHT squick me out, so genuinely feel free to lay it on me !!! i promise i will never be mad !!

THANK YOU !!!!! SEE YOU NEXT TIME

Clark's wrists are bound together above his head with titanium cuffs. Nothing more than paper to Superman, but Bruce likes the way he looks when he's chained.

Besides, Bruce knows that Clark won't break them even if he wants to. He's a good boy.

"How many was that?"

"Th... Three..." Clark pants, eyes hazy as his body slowly relaxes from the intense orgasm it had been building up towards. "I... please tell me what you want me to do. I'll be good, I promise. I just need-"

Brush clicks on the wand, and Clark goes silent immediately.

The tip of his cock is flushed red, a dribble of frothed up precum dangling from the opening. Bruce hadn't bothered wiping it off, the vibrations from the wand would handle it eventually.

Still, Bruce's mouth waters a bit as he watches it dangle. Clark's cock always tasted so delicious, especially when he had a good load of cum stored in his balls.

Bruce resists, if only so he can hear Clark whine for him again tonight.

The poor thing is always so helpless when it comes to his omega. Bruce has no doubt Clark will sing for him plenty.

"I know you'll be good," Bruce says, finally. "You're mine. I get to decide when you cum, don't I? As your omega."

"Yes...!" Clark hisses, head falling back so that all Bruce can see is the way he's practically gulping down air, throat bobbing. "My omega...!"

"Silly little alpha," Bruce sighs, inching forward just enough that his breath tickles across the sensitive skin of Clark's cock. "Even if you keep begging all pretty like that, I don't know if I want this to end just yet."

Clark can barely hear him. His sharp, blue eyes are trained entirely on the buzzing wand that Bruce is idly floating closer and closer to his shaft. It's only on the second power level (of ten), but the motor is powerful. Even level three can be too much for Bruce himself.

But Clark can handle it. Bruce just wants to see how.

"Don't cum," he reminds him needlessly. "No matter how good it feels, no matter how much you beg, you're not allowed."

Clark's forearms tense and flex, but the cuffs hardly creak in protest. Like pinning a beast with a feather.

Bruce rewards him by licking across the full, round curve of his balls. Leaving a little kiss right at the seam between the testes.

"Good boy," he murmurs. The cock above him twitches with need.

Bruce presses the head of the wand directly where he had kissed him, pondering only for a moment before he turns the power up by one.

Then he lays his head back down against his lover's thigh, smiling as Clark dissolves into a fit of grunts and moans and precious pleading for release.

"Ah, nngh-" Clark spreads his legs wider to give Bruce easier access to all of him. "Omega-ahhng...!"

It'll be a while before Clark is close again. Ever so sensitive, but it still takes a bit for him to get entirely worked up.

Bruce loved the challenge, loved methodically taking him apart only to see his body stay tense right on the edge until Bruce is the one to release him.

He'll be nice. Eventually.

But for now, Superman will just have to take being edged like a good alpha.

The plug in Bruce's ass vibrates gently, lazily prepping him for when he himself has finally had enough and needs to ride his lover into the mattress.

His lower belly tightens with need of its own, but Bruce ignores it.

He can be patient.

Bruce kisses the tip of Clark's cock as it bobs uselessly in the air, finally swallowing down that glob of precum. Clark nearly sobs at both the stimulation and the visual of Bruce covered in his essence, claimed by his alpha.

Bruce licks his sticky lips. His own cock throbs needily, in time with his heartbeat.

Maybe not that patient.

"Good alpha," he praises again, reaching behind himself to tug at the base of his plug. Greedily, his rim clings onto the toy.

It'll be a tight fit. Maybe one more edge and then Bruce will give him his reward.

"Yours, yours, yours," Clark babbles, no doubt staring right through Bruce's body to see how wide he's being stretched by the large butt plug.