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“Please-“ he gasped as Bruce tugged Clark off his leaking and sloppy cock.
“Shh, boy,” Bruce cooed, stroking Clark’s cheek. “Tell me what you need.”
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Control by sofia_gigante (sof_gigante)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types
06 May 2016
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“I’m going to keep you right on the razor’s edge tonight. I’m going to push you, and you’re going to push yourself. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to know how much strength of will you have inside of you, and it will amaze you.”
After almost a year, Bruce and Clark resume their games again.
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- Part 7 of Dark Knight, Bright Son
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Window Dressing by sofia_gigante (sof_gigante)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types
28 May 2018
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“No more hiding, no more keeping our voices down, no more worrying about if Dick or Alfred or your neighbors can hear us.”
Clark and Bruce take the next step in their 5-year relationship, and celebrate by fulfilling a long-held kink of Clark's.
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- Part 10 of Dark Knight, Bright Son
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"Baby," San gasps. "I can't hold it anymore."
Wooyoung shifts, San doesn't know why until the light reflects on the silver barrel of Wooyoung's precious gun. Then the muzzle of the gun is pressed to San's temple, and his hips stutter as a cold wave crashes into him.
"Don't fuckin' stop, I'm serious, you hear me?" Wooyoung warns in a low voice. "Or I'll pierce your skin and use it as a hole to fuck— fuck!"
San slams into him. He slips a hand between their bodies to grab Wooyoung's cock in a desperate attempt at bringing him closer to the edge faster. But the cold metal pressing on his temple and the warmth of Wooyoung's insides are sending him into thermal shock.
"Please come— Young-ah please!"
(or: Wooyoung and San, heirs of rival gangs, have a toxic affair going on. Wooyoung loses his shit when San disappears without notice and meets him with a gun when he eventually comes back. The rest is filth, as per the tags, until part 2 where the plot thickens.)
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“No pups on the couch, Robby.”
“It’s my house, and he’s my dog. I feel like I can decide if I want him on the couch or not.”
“Alright,” Abbot says, bending down to rest his forearms on the back of the couch, staring at Robby with a wolfish glint in his eye. “If you don’t need my expertise, I’ll just head out.”
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Who do you call when you need help training your new pup? You call Jack Abbot, of course.
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- Part 1 of all dogs go to heaven (the series)