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four days on a farm in kansas by FabulaRasa

Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne | DC Comics | Explicit Bruce comes to spend a few days at the Kents' farm. Clark tries to be all things to all people. Bruce is kind of an asshole. Does any of this really need saying? Featuring: tractors, misogyny, embarrassing parents, Ikea, awkward barn sex.

I Loved You Before You Knew Me by lostinreeverie

Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne | DC Comics | Teen and up audiences Bruce gets sent back in time, turned into a teenager again, and the worst part is that Clark Kent is way too pretty for his own good. How the hell is he supposed to focus on getting home?

Saudade by liodain

Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne | DCEU | Teen and up audiences It's midsummer, 2006. In the wake of his son's death, Bruce Wayne tries to outrun his grief on a cross-country road trip. When his car breaks down on a dusty road in the heart of Kansas, a friendly stranger stops to lend a hand.

The Proposal by BlackBat_of_El

He moves on top of Bruce in the filtered moonlight, slow and quiet because the thought of making the bedsprings squeak stirs a kind of adolescent mortification in him. Bruce's thighs shake under him, every ounce of his restraint channeled into staying still while Clark works him inside, panting into his mouth with each tight slip.

Bruce throws his head back and bares his teeth when he comes. After, he turns his face to Clark's neck and breathes his name, over and over.

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Morning! 🌄 👋 Absolutely, the WIP ask is still open! I plan on keeping it active until all of them are posted (if it ever comes to that). XD Shh, you have good taste! I rarely get to show off my headcanons for Damian and Tardif (I am always afraid that they won't look like themselves/be recognizable without their helmet/cowl combo), but here they are~ My version of bounty hunter is partially blind in one eye (ignore that Damian is kissing the opposite side of his face), but I had this old idea of them honoring each other's scars. Tardif showing his affection for his partner's bloody chest -> Here! Thank you for this!! It certainly made my day!! 😊 💞 💖 💞

Title: Faal Dovahkiinro Wund Author: dippkip Artist: liodain Word Count: 19k Rating: Teen and up Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Continuity: Alternate Universe Summary: Ever since that fateful day in Helgen, it seemed Clark's life in Skyrim was doomed to be anything but simple. Dubbed "Dragonborn" but offered little guidance, Clark must muddle his way across the unpleasantly cold countryside with only his reticent friend Bruce for company. Together they will hunt down a serial killer, save a young boy's life, and kill a few dragons along the way - all in a day's work for the Dovahkiin.

It's too warm for flannel and jeans, so he's taken it upon himself to be borderline invasive and dug a pair of shorts and an undershirt from Bruce's wardrobe. Both black, with amusing predictability.

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Bruce slips his thumb into the waistband of his shorts and snaps the elastic against Clark's back.

"Are these mine?" he says, and Clark's throat tightens at the tone of his voice, the delicate break in it.

Clark nods.

"Okay," Bruce says. "Come with me."

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"You're still hard," Bruce says, most of the way up the steps to the bedroom, where Bruce has paused to push Clark against the wall and scrape his teeth over his jaw. Clark clings to Bruce's shoulders and tries not to notice that they haven't kissed yet.

"That's—" Clark says, and sucks a breath in through his nose when Bruce rests his hand over Clark's dick, tracing out the shape of him through the damp material of his sweatpants. "That's normal, too. Takes, um. Takes a few."

"A few," Bruce echoes, makes a face like he can't decide if that's a gift or a curse—it's something Clark is ambivalent on, depending on the circumstances. Today he's feeling a little dizzy at the prospect. Bruce rubs his knuckles along the underside of Clark's length, through the fabric. "How rapidly can you...? Are you still sensitive?"

"Kind of." Enough that even a light touch is electric. Clark arches into his hand and tilts his head to chase the warmth of Bruce's breath on his lips.

"Could you come again, right now?" Bruce whispers, and there's a shade of something like awe in his voice. "Would it be good?"

He can and he will, if Bruce keeps touching him like this, talking like this.

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"I was supposed to make sure you wouldn't be a problem," Bruce says, despairing and breathless, pushing Clark against the countertop with his hips, which is about the only thing keeping Clark upright. One hand clutches at Clark's waist, bunching the fabric of his shirt. He's shaking, barely discernible tremors. "All I've done is made us both vulnerable. Tactically, it's idiotic. The worst idea I've ever had."

"This from a guy who dresses like a giant bat and hurls himself off tall buildings," Clark says, and can't help himself; he noses in to kiss him again, quick and soft. "I'm almost offended."

"See, this is what I'm talking about. You're incorrigible." He strokes at Clark's hair, twisting the curls through his fingers, the push of his body transmuting into an embrace, all hard planes under rich cotton, folding around Clark. He takes a deep, steady breath. "I had no chance. God, you smell good."

"I smell like you," Clark says, and pulls him in tight. "Narcissist."

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Clark changes into his suit—into Bruce's suit, with all its attendant miscellany, and is once again stymied by the bow-tie. After the third attempt he just leaves it hanging around his neck.

Bruce [...] could do his bow-tie for him while he's at it, and he'll probably flirt while he does. Clark can imagine the quick flash of his brows, the practised artlessness of his smile, the Bruce Wayne he met that first time in all his patronizing, magnetic horror. He's going to be unbearable.

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