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Every way but in by Bunnymo0n, mark (Bunnymo0n)
Fandoms: Superman (Movie 2025), Superman - All Media Types
28 Jul 2025
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Clark Kent can't fit inside you, but that won't stop either of you from having ANY fun, right?
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He's a good man, he’s meant to help people. He is also a weak man, with basic instincts and tendencies he tries not to nurture, but they pop up in various forms, nonetheless. Oswald might be dirt, but he is the fragile sort of dirt Jim didn’t feel too comfortable leaving open to Gotham’s freezing elements or Harvey’s bullying. A little too short, a little too skinny, the trembling line of his small mouth just that side of delicate.
Bookmarked by mark (Bunnymo0n)
25 Aug 2025
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I love my pathetic man (oz) mwah mwah mwah
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Every Way But In - Fic Art by iLoveDilfsTooMuchSendHelp for Bunnymo0n
Fandoms: DCU, Superman - All Media Types
16 Aug 2025
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Made this for BunnyM0on/Mark for their fic “every way but in”, great fic, insanely vivid imagery, I had to draw it lol
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Brute, Us by thebodydies
Fandoms: Superman (Movie 2025), Superman - All Media Types, DC Studios Universe (Gunn & Safran)
21 Jul 2025
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The clone was as dumb as an ox, but that was to be expected with domesticated animals. It had no free thought at all. Lex had to call every hit. It was an annoyance, particularly when he had the beast suck his cock.
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someone's been stealing your dirty laundry. as more articles of clothing proceed to go missing, you decide to investigate. it leads to steamy gay transgender sex.
Bookmarked by mark (Bunnymo0n)
10 Jul 2025
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YEAHHHHHH
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“You have no idea,” he groans, breaking away just enough to speak, chin slick, eyes dark, pupils blown wide, “what this does to me.”
It’s true. You don’t know what it’s like for him, not entirely. You don’t know how loud you are in his head.
The sound of your pulse hammering under the layers of your skin. The flutter of your lashes. The heat blooming just beneath your navel. The slick parting of you when you clenched around nothing as he kissed his way down your stomach.
You’ve talked about it before—quietly, breathlessly, the few times he let himself admit how different this is for him. What it’s like.
You smell like heaven to him. That’s what he said once. Whispered it, almost ashamed, as if saying it out loud might make you think less of him and not want him even more.