superbat enjoyer

my ao3! tumblr is the only other platform i have an account with. also i am pretty new to using tumblr so pls forgive any mistakes 💔 what i'm interested in:

mostly dc, a lot of superbat/batsuper and early batman and robin

red dead redemption (1 and 2, but mostly 2 lol)

star wars

stardew valley

a knight of the seven kingdoms

i'm really only interested in writing abt dc rn, but some fics from these other fandoms might pop out once in a while!

and i take fic requests! -> asks and requests are currently open! <-

the baseline requirement is that they have to be superbat because that's what i'm currently interested in. if you'd like to make a request, please know that i might not get to all of them, and i also have the right to refuse if i'd like to.

also, i will only receive/respond to requests from my asks inbox. if you message me directly i'm not going to answer, no offence! all my writing and stuff will be under my tag "writeboardd" guidelines for my writing interests/fic requests below :D (NSFW warning!!) please note that i am an adult and engage with/write adult content. if that's not your thing, feel free to click off now, no worries.

what i like/am open to:

identity porn

characters getting together

medieval/fantasy au's

hurt/comfort

alien biology

dick and jason as robin

i like to end fics on a general happy note--no bad/hopeless ending

hybrid characters/characters turned into animals for a while

slow burn

space fics

bruce being a good parent

smut specific:

i prefer top bruce/bottom clark but at the end of the day i'm open to anything!

alien biology

dom/sub (i like sub clark most, but i'm up for either)

feminization (pretty set on clark being the one feminized)

humiliation

dacryphilia

exhibitionism (kinda picky abt this one lol)

overstim

praise

sex pollen 😼

spanking/pussy spanking

these are my specific likes, but i'm pretty open-minded! feel free to pitch something to me

what i don't like/am not open to:

writing evil versions of main characters. idk i just like them to be good people 😭🙏

main character death

any underage sexual relationship (idm writing people as teens or children, just no smut while they're that age)

incest

smut specific:

oviposition

blood

mpreg

anything that would cause permanent/lasting damage

CNC/noncon/coercion (i am open to alluding to this, as in having a character be a victim of it, but i don't want to write it in detail, and i have no interest in writing main characters doing it to someone)

ageplay

anything scat/piss or close to it

extreme degradation

if you enjoy these things, i'm happy for you! they just don't interest me, so please don't take it personally!

now—is it a smart decision to start fucking your best friend, whom you've started to develop feelings for, under the guise of experimentation? absolutely not. but clark just has to get through it for a while so he can use his new skills on other men to get over bruce.

it's a sound plan. there's no way it could go wrong. at all.

———

and bruce—who hasn't had genuinely meaningful sex in forever and often uses it as a tool to maintain his reputation—agrees without protest. sure, clark is his friend who's trusting him, so bruce will definitely put more thought into how he approaches things to ensure comfort, but it's just another hookup to him. he genuinely has no romantic feelings for clark, which is why he sees no harm in helping him out.

and anyway, clark has been all mopey around the cave lately, sticking around bruce more often than not. bruce figures if he helps clark gain confidence in the bedroom, clark can go and find a partner, and then he won't be distant or sad on patrols anymore, or hang around the cave all the time when he thinks bruce doesn't notice how long he's been there for.

———

cue a horrifically complicated swirl of emotions on both ends, and by the time bruce is satisfied with clark's proficiency and confidence, clark knows with dreadful certainty that bruce has ruined him for anyone else. the mere idea of bringing another man to his apartment and smelling the wrong cologne or grasping a different hand has clark's skin crawling.

but he has no plausible reason to continue the arrangement he has with bruce. not without giving himself away, at least. and despite how gentle and kind and careful bruce has been with him, clark is almost positive that's how he treats everyone in bed; bruce is just that considerate.

which means there's absolutely no proof bruce reciprocates his feelings, and despite not wanting to, clark has to try and move on.

———

on the other side of things, bruce is slowly spiralling into madness.

the more they fuck—the more he sees clark panting beneath him, slick lips parted to let out the most obscene noises, eyes glossy with unshed tears, gripping at bruce as hard as bruce grips at him—the more bruce realizes how absolutely screwed he is.

he can't let clark go. he can't survive seeing clark happy and satisfied with another man when bruce knows what he feels like and sounds like and tastes like.

but clark came to him in a moment of extreme vulnerability and asked for his help. bruce would be a horrible kind of man if he took advantage of the trust clark put in him to handle things safely and amicably. he can't act on it. he won't.

———

it all comes to a head on a long, boring patrol.

they're perched together on a roof, gotham surprisingly silent beneath them. bruce asks clark if he's found anyone yet. he isn't sure if he's honestly curious or just interested in torturing himself.

clark shyly admits that no, he hasn't. nobody's felt right yet.

bruce ignores the spike of hope in his chest. he already resolved not to do anything. he can't go back now even if it has been a few months. he asks through a firm jaw what the "right" person might feel like.

"like you," clark says immediately, and bruce's head whips around so fast to meet his eye his neck cracks. clark slaps a palm over his mouth, his face darkening under the moonlight.

"like...me," bruce repeats, his eyes wide, heart pounding against his ribs.

"i shouldn't have said that," clark says in a rush. "i'm so sorry. please, just ignore me—" he lifts off the roof, drifting away. "i'll—i'll just go."

bruce wraps his fist up in clark's cape and yanks him back down before he even registers what he's doing. clark blinks at him with cautious eyes, sandwiched between bruce and the door leading to the top floor of the building, his chest heaving.

"tell me the truth," bruce begins, tilting his head downward, closer to clark's. "do you want someone like me, or do you want me?"

clark's eyes flicker between bruce's, clearly trying to gauge his intent. more than once, his gaze strays lower, to bruce's mouth.

bruce slides his free hand up clark's back, letting his fingers drag into the hair at the base of clark's skull. he feels clark shiver. "tell me the truth," bruce says again, tugging on the strands.

"just you," clark pants, wetting his mouth. he grips at bruce's cape and tugs him closer until they're flush. "only you."

bruce surges forward, crashing their mouths together in a desperate, relieving kiss. clark responds beautifully, opening his mouth and making those noises bruce has missed sorely.

they grapple on the rooftop, landing in a heap with bruce on top. they don't get far enough to need lube—just grinding hard against each other, filthy and wet and together.

superman understanding in real time what it must feel like to be a civilian in danger, scared and helpless, relying entirely on someone else to bring them to safety and always wondering, in the back of their mind, if this will be the day they die. superman stubbornly refusing to believe batman would ever let that happen, his faith providing a sliver of strength to keep himself conscious.

batman shaking beneath the weight of the collapsed ceiling, knowing he can either pack away the kryptonite on superman's chest or hold the building on his back—not both. batman understanding in real time that he has no choice but to watch his friend get sicker and sicker, unable to stop it because if he falters, both of them will die. he grits his teeth and holds the weight, panting against the pressure as superman's breathing gets shallow and laboured, his skin turning a sickly grey.

he could try to kick the kryptonite, to displace it enough that kal could breathe again. but moving a leg would destabilize his form and almost certainly result in failure; the whole floor would come crashing down on him. he can't spare the breath to offer even a few words. kal groans beneath him, writhing against the green glow on his chest, scrabbling at batman's calves in an attempt to get away.

after what feels like hours, they're found. diana digs her fingers into concrete and cinderblock and pries off the crushing weight of the building. the team hasn't reached them yet, but batman no longer has to hold enything up.

batman collapses immediately, right onto superman, who shouts in pain and squeezes his eyes shut. with shaking hands and seizing muscles, batman wraps the chunk of kryptonite in cloth. he tucks it into a lead-lined compartment in his belt, switching it out for the mini sun-ray tool that he immediately flicks on and presses directly over superman's heart.

"thank you," superman murmurs, reaching his own trembling hand to the side of batman's face. batman doesn't have the strength to pull way. superman isn't sure he would if he did. "you saved my life."

batman's mouth slants, self-deprecating. "it was touch-and-go for a while there."

"i knew you'd do it," superman says, the conviction in his voice clear. "i had no doubt."

batman sighs and shakes his head with a small smile. he lets himself slump into superman's hold, the sun-ray tool pressed between them. superman turns and kisses him, right at the corner of his cowl, and—that's...new.

batman sighs again. it wasn't entirely unpleasant, but— "if you're expecting reciprocation, you'll be disappointed. i can't even lift my head."

"sounds to me like your lips are moving just fine, though," superman says, an edge of humour in his tone.

"take me home, kal," batman says, his voice flat. "we can talk tomorrow. or however long it takes me to wake up."

14. Do you leave comments on the stories you read? Do you have any advice on commenting? i honestly don't leave comments very often, but after receiving them on my own works i'm trying to get better at remembering to add some because i love getting them. my advice would be to keep it positive and try picking something specific that you especially enjoyed from the work! those are always my favourite to get/read on other fics

17. What's the best length for a fic? i'd say the sweet spot for a oneshot is between 6k-15k. for a multichapter fic i can go from 60k-90k but occasionally longer than that esp if i've been following the fic from the beginning!

22. What are your three favourite kinks to read? the first two kinda go hand-in-hand: praise kink and humiliation. condescending praise is so entertaining when written well. the third would have to be alien biology because every author has their own unique twist so it's always a surprise!! vv fun to read