DCEU Prompt Post #1

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Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!

Please have a look at the extended rules here.

The important rules in short:

• Post anonymously.
• Negative comments on other people's prompts (kink-shaming, pairing-bashing etc.) and personal attacks of any kind will not be tolerated.
• One prompt per comment. Warnings for common triggers and squicks are encouraged, but not required.
• Prompts should follow the format: Character/character, prompt.
• Keep prompts to a reasonable length; prompts should not be detailed story outlines.
• No prompt spamming.

Please direct any questions to the Ask a mod post. For inspiration: list of kinks .

Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun! Please link to your fills on the fill post.

Here's the discussion post for all your non-prompt/fill needs.

We now have a non-DCEU prompt post for any prompts in other 'verses (comics, animated series, other movies or TV shows etc.).

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Griggs/Joker non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Literally, anything with bottom!griggs in a non-con situation with Joker.

Re: Griggs/Joker non-con

[(Anonymous)]

YES SECONDED!! I thought the exact same thing when I saw them interact >;]

Bruce/(Clark, Alfred, Arthur, Dick, Jason), sloppy seconds

[(Anonymous)]

Bruce gets fucked by two (or more) of the above. The second guy fucking him gets off on how sloppy and filthy and filled with come Bruce already is. So does Bruce.

Can be either a threesome/moresome in which they take turns fucking Bruce; can be Bruce getting fucked without the first person knowing that he'll go and let someone else fuck him, too; can be some kind of voyeurism scenario where the second person watched the first person fuck Bruce and wants to get some of that, too ... Possessiveness and jealousy are welcome, but I'd enjoy a fill in which they enjoy sharing Bruce just as much. :) Bonus for some rimming/felching/come play in general, and for pushy bottom Bruce who knows exactly how hard and long he wants to get fucked.

Fill: Bruce/Alfred, sloppy seconds

[(Anonymous)]

“Like that,” Bruce hisses, pushing back into the other man’s thrusts, and across the room Alfred has to subtly shift position, a wave of want washing over him.

The boy is good, does as he’s told, and Bruce was right - there is more than a little of Clark Kent about him. It’s the jaw, Alfred thinks, and wonders idly if one day, perhaps, Clark himself can be convinced to join them.

In the present this is more than enough, Bruce’s face twisting, his breathing harsh, as he’s brought closer and closer. Alfred drinks in the sight. The quiver in Bruce’s thighs, and the way his fingers clench tightly, even with nothing to hold on to. The play of the lamplight across their bodies, and the liquid heat in Bruce’s eyes when he tilts his head to look at him.

“Ah!” Their companion gasps, hips snapping forward, helpless, and Bruce curses, pulling at the wrist restraints keeping his hands out of the equation.

He always was so very demanding.

Alfred stands then, trusts that the man they have chosen is professional enough to follow his instructions and disappear into the background. This is just for the two of them, a throwback to that first time, when Bruce came to him - hurting and miserable - and told him that he had spent the night letting a stranger do what he would to him, because Alfred couldn’t trust him to know his own mind, even after everything they had been through together.

It had clawed at him then, the sense of outraged jealousy, and even now, even after such a wonderful show, he aches to put his mark on Bruce. To hear his former charge beg and plead for him.

There is plenty of time however, and Alfred moves slowly. Stands at the edge of the bed, between Bruce’s splayed legs, and lets his fingers seek out the evidence of another man’s enjoyment, his own arousal spiking when he feels how full Bruce is. How the slickness is leaking out of him, Bruce grinding down onto his digits as though he is trying to chase the sensation.

“Shhh,” Alfred soothes, even as he presses his fingers against Bruce’s prostate and watches him twist and writhe, so desperate for completion.

Bruce is beautiful like this, when he can’t keep still, can’t keep quiet. His pupils blown and his cock begging for attention. Alfred sinks to his knees, rewards Bruce with a flicker of tongue against the head of his dick, smiling at the frantic noises which escape Bruce when he doesn’t make good on the promise.

Instead Alfred drops his head lower, losing himself in the intimacy of the moment as Bruce shivers at the sensation of hot breath against his opening. He moves his fingers within Bruce roughly, just to ground both of them, the slide so easy it makes his own cock strain within the confines of his clothing.

He has to press his tongue to him then, working it around and between his fingers. Spearing it into Bruce, over and over, until Bruce’s cries finally pierce the haze of lust and he has to free his cock, has to give Bruce what he’s been waiting so impatiently for.

“Don’t stop,” Bruce demands, voice wrecked and skin burning to the touch, and Alfred lacks the willpower to deny him. Thrusts into him harder, faster, until Bruce is a mess, sweat slick and gasping, whining, helpless. Until Alfred has to push still closer and capture his mouth, fingers digging bruises into the flesh of Bruce’s hips.

Bruce calls his name when he comes, every muscle straining, and Alfred can’t hold back after that. Can’t do anything but push into his pliant body, loving how easy it is, how very wet Bruce is. Bruce meets his gaze, soft and sated, and that’s it.

That’s all it takes.

He releases Bruce’s wrists in the aftermath. Rubs his thumbs against the delicate skin in careful, gentle motions, and Bruce gives him the look that says he’s not made of glass. He doesn’t need looking after.

“If you won’t take care of yourself, someone has to,” Alfred chides and it’s a sign of how intense this has been. How much it has meant to both of them.

Bruce doesn’t even argue.

Bruce/Clark, sex pollen

[(Anonymous)]

In the midst of fighting some villain, Clark is exposed to sex pollen (mayber after being depowered by Kryptonite) while Bruce is otherwise unaffected. Clark practically begs Bruce to fuck him, and Bruce refuses, until he gives in.

Bruce feels horrible afterward no matter how times Clark told him that he wanted it. I'd prefer a happy ending, but whatever ends up happening is up to you.

Fill: If we're going down, it's gonna be together -- Bruce/Clark, sex pollen (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Warnings for dubious consent on both sides! And tentacles (sort of). This is probably not going to be what you expected, something I exceed in without even trying (sorry). Hope you like it anyway!

++++++++++++

It was inaccurate to say he'd never considered the possibility. Of course he had. Logic in fact dictated that it was only a matter of time before he found himself in such a situation. The variables: Clark, since his resurrection, had an annoying tendency to ignore Bruce's demands he stay out of Gotham even while he only seemed to do so in order to annoy Bruce, and his hopelessly romantic approach to dealing with criminals meant that, despite his invulnerability, he made an extraordinarily attractive target. Whether it was for the glory of being the one to do what Doomsday hadn't or merely to get him out of the picture long enough to commit some other crime didn't actually matter. There were any number of criminals in Gotham who might want conceivably to not only incapacitate Superman but turn him into a weapon of their own, a weapon that Bruce would have to deal with.

And so he had all manner of defensive contingencies in the event, from containment and extraction plans down to mechanisms in his armour that simulated the radiation frequency of Kryptonite that might, for several crucial seconds, force Clark to let go. That had always been the scenario – Bruce either fighting or tricking Clark into some kind of contained situation, until Bruce could work out how to overcome whatever had been done to him. And of course, Superman under the influence of Poison Ivy's particular brand of crime had from the start been something to consider.

So, Bruce already had a plan, he'd just never expected not to have to use it.

Because Clark wasn't out of control – well, not in a way that seemed to be about to level the city. Instead, he was lying in a cradle of Ivy's plants in a crumbled out basement, and as they writhed and slithered around him, he appeared both entirely aware and completely at ease. If it wasn't for the way he was gazing up at Bruce with a smoky, inviting smile Bruce hadn't actually known he could make, Bruce would have thought him almost entirely lucid.

"Ivy," Bruce growled, both a question and an accusation, but Clark only sighed and move a hand to stroke one of the thick, green tendrils of plant that was easing its way slowly across his body. Bruce tracked its progress for a second, the way it curled down over the taught muscle of Clark's thigh, pushing his legs apart slightly. The way Clark let it.

"Oh," he said lowly, and Bruce dragged his eyes back to Clark's face. "She was here, but she's gone."

Bruce didn't like that. He didn't like that there was no telling whether incapacitating Superman had been her main aim or was merely a distraction for something else.

"You're compromised," he said shortly.

"Yes," Clark agreed, sounding as if it didn't actually matter. "She blew something in my face. But I don't feel bad, and her plants aren't trying to hurt me, are they?"

Bruce stared for a moment. He was actually asking it as a question, and no, God help Bruce but no, they weren't. What they were doing was slithering all over Clark's body as if they possessed some level of intelligence and similarly lacked any sense of shame. And Clark was most certainly, most definitely enjoying the attention.

Bruce dragged his eyes back up again, away from the obvious bulge in Clark's suit.

"We need to get you out of here," he made himself say. "To the cave, where I can run some tests to make sure whatever she's done to you isn't lethal."

Bruce wasn't entirely game to look at where the vines were now, but Clark arched, his mouth soft and swollen and open. It was like he wasn't listening any longer, but he said, "Ivy's not a killer."

Bruce closed his eyes for a moment and if he admitted it, he thought, then he could move on. Only desires unacknowledged had any power, so all he had to do was admit it to himself: Clark looked like sex, like porn, like possibly the best porn Bruce had ever seen and it was all too easy to imagine him naked, imagine how his skin would look, how it would feel, how smooth and hot and slick-

"But she has killed," he countered harshly, opening his eyes again. He could not lose focus like this. There was no telling what other effects Ivy's pollen might have on Kryptonian physiology. One of them had to remain concerned about this situation and what it meant. One of them had to keep their wits about them and it obviously wasn't going to be Clark, who was smiling up at him again, still gazing at him through half lidded eyes, who was seemingly deliberately putting himself on display for Bruce.

"I'm not dying," Clark said. "Although I might if you don't come down here and touch me."

Bruce froze. "What?"

"You want to, right? And I want you to."

"You don't know what you're saying."

Clark laughed then, a light, sweet sound that made the plants around him shiver.

"Is that what you think?"

"You're more compromised than you realise."

"A kiss, then," Clark said, as if they were negotiating. "And I'll go wherever you want with you."

"No," Bruce said, but he was imagining it, couldn't help imagining it, Clark's mouth under his, the curl of his tongue, the taste of his breath, Clark's hard body beneath him. "You're still contaminated. We can't both be-"

"You're afraid," Clark laughed again. "I didn't think there was anything you were afraid of."

"If you think appealing to my sense of male pride is going to get me to come down there and…" Bruce started, and then stopped because Clark began moving, climbing slowly up out of the tangle of vines towards Bruce's feet like some kind of base god, trailing vegetation, leaves in the uncharacteristic wildness of his hair, his eyes deep and dark and intent on Bruce's face.

"Then I…" he said as he reached the edge of the pit, and the vines did nothing to hinder him. "I'll have to come to you."

His hand brushed Bruce's calf and Bruce stepped back and then back again and put a hand on his utility belt. Clark tracked the movement and stopped, on his knees, legs spread, and Jesus Christ, Bruce didn't want to be reminded right now of what it had been like to have someone like Superman at his mercy, but he couldn't help the association. The last time Clark had been on his knees, Bruce had been trying to kill him, had been succeeding, and amongst all that rage, that hatred, there had been desire too, to possess, to dominate, to control. He'd had nightmares for weeks after Clark had died, and not all of them had been violent or had woken him shouting in protest. No, some had been far too much like this, right now, feverish and achingly wild, Clark like some kind of force of nature, bending to Bruce's will, giving himself over…

"All right," Clark soothed. "All right. I promise I'll be good."

Bruce clenched his fists by his sides and narrowed his eyes. He trusted him right now about as far as he could throw him, which without a canister of Kryptonite gas handy wasn't all that far. He trusted himself just a little less.

"Good," he grunted, still watching Clark closely, still ignoring the sight, the idea of Clark there on his knees, still trying not to remember what those dreams he'd dreamt had made Clark do. "So, how about you do as I say and go get in the car?"

Clark looked at him for a long, silent moment, and then finally bowed his head, just a little, but it was a sign of submission if ever Bruce had seen one.

"Fine," he sighed. "Fine, you win." He began to climb to his feet. Bruce watched warily. "But we're going to talk about this at some- Ah!"

And just like that, Superman crumpled, like he'd been stabbed through the guts, doubling over and toppling backward, and Bruce sprang instinctively forward.

He should have remembered what a fine actor Clark Kent actually was.

Clark's hands on him, they were suddenly tumbling, falling back into the pit. The vines that had been so demonstrably appreciative of Clark's physique a moment ago twitched violently as they landed and just as quickly Bruce was entangled. He blinked, and found he was looking up into Clark's flushed, grinning face.

"Superman…" Bruce began warningly, but he was all too aware that every one of his more personal defences were useless if he couldn't reach them, and aware too of how long it would take his other contingency plans to get here. Clark could take whatever he wanted in that time three times over and there was nothing Bruce could… nothing he could….

"Sorry, Bruce," Clark whispered. "But it's better you than me."

Bruce blinked, trying to parse the words, but Clark was already leaning down, putting his mouth on Bruce's, pushing his lips open, and it was nothing like the sensuous kiss Bruce had imagined.

In fact, it was more like CPR. Suddenly Bruce's lungs were filled forcibly with air, along with a sweet, burning sensation that tickled his throat and numbed the back of his tongue.

Ivy's pollen.

Bruce struggled, but it was too late, and the vines and Clark's strength held him immobile long enough. The stuff would be coating his windpipe by now, would be settling in his bronchi and seeping into his alveolus. His body would be absorbing it along with oxygen into his bloodstream and it would already be travelling towards his heart and then his organs. Once there, his endocrine system would kick in – adrenaline, testosterone, cortisol. Arousal. If he didn't get an... an antidote in the next...

Christ, this suit was hot, constrictive. He could smell jasmine, and musk. There was a heavy hand on his shoulder. It pressed him down and he heard himself moan in the back of his throat, felt his hands clench on air. He wanted-

Clark tore off him with a gasp, flopped down onto his back beside him, panting.

"You're going to… kill me later," he managed after a moment, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm going to kill you now," Bruce snarled, although that wasn't exactly what he was thinking. "Make these things let go."

Clark laughed, actually laughed, giddily, maybe a little hysterically.

"They seem to like me, yes," he agreed, and suddenly the vines were loosening around Bruce's arms, his legs.

Bruce pounced. Clark didn't try to stop him, of course not. He welcomed him with open arms, he opened his mouth under Bruce's as Bruce began to frantically strip off the damn armour. He ground his cock up against Bruce's hip and moaned like a wanton whore and Bruce couldn't stop his shaking hands from touching him all over, couldn't stop biting him where flesh appeared as Clark's suit peeled back in sections like all it wanted to do was aid and abet.

"I'd rip this off you if I could," Bruce vowed, curling his fingers around an edge of the suit and jerking it down. It resisted his effort but Clark shuddered underneath him anyway and hissed, then pulled him closer and kissed him again.

"You can," he was gasping. "You can do anything you want."

"Shut up," Bruce grated, throwing him off and then surging over him, pushing him face down into the bed of vines. Clark's back was a perfect plane of corded muscle, the suit was almost completely gone, and the sweep of Clark's spine to the utterly astonishing curve of his ass drew Bruce's gaze like a horizon line. His hand followed. Clark's body surged into his touch like it was starved.

Boomerang/Katana she uses him for sex [dubcon]

[(Anonymous)]

At first he's into it. Out of cell time to fuck a beautiful woman? He thinks all his dreams have come true.

She pulls strings to get him yanked out of his cell at random times and hours, whenever she needs him to scratch that itch. He gets tired of it after a while and wants out, but that's not an option. When Katana wants it, Katana gets it.

tldr; I want Katana dominating the shit out of him and basically making him her plaything

Clark/joker

[(Anonymous)]

Preferably Suicide Joker, dubious consent Joker manipulating Clark/Superman.

Re: Clark/joker

[(Anonymous)]

YESS! Seconded

Clark/Bruce, strip-teaser Clark, identity porn

[(Anonymous)]

So, like everybody, I enjoyed the Matches Malone with strip-teaser Clark.

How about journalist Clark, undercover, recognises in the not too shabby strip club Bruce as a patron. Knows him from the ball. Had a kick since then, so he hits on him and dances for him with abandon.

Bruce doesn't recognise the journalist at first because no one seems to recognise him without his glasses (!). But the millionnaire detective is not an idiot either.
Both of them ignore the other is a superhero.

Harley/Joker, Suicide Squad- Taking Care of Their Own, Spoilers for SSquad, abuse, character death

[(Anonymous)]

The Suicide Squad's been watching Harley get abused by the Joker for quite a while. They haven't liked it, but people can't choose who their friends go out with. Then, one night, they're told that Harley's been put in the ICU because of a fallout with the Joker and they decide to kill the Joker before he kills her.

P.S Please let Harley and the rest of the Squad survive. Just the Joker can die.

Bonus if Rick is in on it somehow. I kinda consider him part of the team, but filler doesn't need to.

How Harley reacts to the news that her friends killed her puddin' is up to the potential filler.

Re: Harley/Joker, Suicide Squad- Taking Care of Their Own, Spoilers for SSquad, abuse, character dea

[(Anonymous)]

I second this prompt.

Clark/Bruce, cheating, betrayal/jealousy

[(Anonymous)]

So I would really like to see either a written work or video work (both would make my year, but I try not to be greedy :P) where Bruce either actually catches Clark cheating on him (maybe with Lois? Or whoever) or misreads the situation (because he does that sometimes). Maybe during BvS but before the fight between Batman and Superman, or whenever! I'm not picky. I blame the song "What Have You Done" by Within Temptation for this idea. Angst ensues, obviously, but if someone found a way to tie it all up in a neat, fluffy bow at the end my heart would greatly appreciate it. :)

[Suicide Squad Spoilers] Harley / or & Diablo - gods are very hard to kill

[(Anonymous)]

Harley gets busted out but the honeymoon period between her nad Mista J doesnt last amd during a breakup period Harly goes for a walk and ends up passing the building where the final showdown happened. She sneaks in, clever girl she is, and pokes about until she comes to the edge of the crater left by Diablo. There's still-smouldering ash at the epicentre, curious she prods at it and Diablo reforms, buck nude with a splitting headache.

Up to filler what happens from then on, fluff is perferred and if you can slip in Clever Doctor Harley (she was a doctor before getting her pan fried, some of that must come back eventually right?) Ill love you forever.

GEN Crossover shenanigans

[(Anonymous)]

Napoleon Solo (man from u.n.c.l.e) tries to take something from a Wayne gala. It does not end well.

Re: GEN Crossover shenanigans

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Diana/Lois - anal w/ a strap-on

[(Anonymous)]

Diana loves taking it up the ass, and Lois finds that she loves giving it to her.

Batman/Joker- Super Psycho Love Minor Spoilers for Suicide Squad

[(Anonymous)]

The reason why Joker and the Batman are barely in Suicide Squad is because they're busy with each other.

Batman knows the Joker is up to something and tries to stop him. Joker really wants his favorite punching bag back, but he just can't turn down a fight with Batsy.

Superman/Joker/Harley: Superman charmed by the Clown and they are Crazy for him

[(Anonymous)]

After his return from the dead, Superman happens to stop by Gotham one night where Batman is facing off against Joker and Harley. He basically lands smack in the middle of the all out brawl. There is a moment of stunned silence before Harley being her awesome self holds out her hand and introduces herself. Superman in turn actually kisses Harley's hand and then turns his attention to Joker. They size each other up, Joker noticing that the alien is actually pretty handsome, while Superman can't help but think that even with all that makeup, Joker's pretty striking too.

Batman is struck speechless, but soon it is back to business as usual as Batman and Superman trounce Mista J and Harley. But right as they're being hauled off, Joker manages to slip Superman a piece of paper with an address on it.

When Joker and Harley break out a few days later, they arrive to their secret hideout to find the Man of Steel himself waiting to welcome them home. It's one hell of a party after that.

Re: Superman/Joker/Harley: Superman charmed by the Clown and they are Crazy for him

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded! The potential for this is endless!

[Minor Suicide Squad Spoilers] Boomerang/Slipknot, on the run

[(Anonymous)]

They actually do escape the squad together before any real shit goes down. They hit the road, fuck shit up, fuck each other. Just two dudes having a kick-ass time being free.

Hotel sex/sex in a stolen car/mutual snark are all welcome additions.

Re: [Minor Suicide Squad Spoilers] Boomerang/Slipknot, on the run

[(Anonymous)]

seconded

Harley/Katana, spanking

[(Anonymous)]

Katana's a no-nonsense type of girl, and she's getting a little sick of Harley's messing around. She finally snaps and gives Harley a hard, over-the-knee, bare-bottom spanking, which Harley, of course, totally gets off on.

+1 if it becomes a regular thing for the two of them!

Re: Harley/Katana, spanking

[(Anonymous)]

seconding the Fuck outta this!!!!

Bruce/Clark: Clark Flirts with everyone, Jealous Bruce lays claim

[(Anonymous)]

After his triumphant return as Superman, Clark and Bruce have this tension between them. They want each other, badly. The potential is there since Clark and Lois amicably agreed to split. Now that he's back from the dead, Clark is a lot less rigid and dour, not so serious. He cracks smiles and gets along really well with the other Justice League members, especially Arthur and Barry.

The most surprising thing is that now Clark actually flirts with people. Sometimes he's subtle about it, like with Diana or Cyborg, and other times its front and center. Bruce is left fuming with jealousy. The most outrageous case of flirting is when Clark and Bruce are facing off against Joker and Harley. Joker being who he is makes a comment about how good Clark looks in his freaky alien spandex, to which Clark, instead of roasting the Clown Prince, just gets right up in Joker's face and flirts back at him, and pulls Harley into the mix as well. By the end of it, Bruce is left both stunned, and silently enraged as Joker and Harley are taken into custody, the two of them all but smitten with Clark.

Afterwards, when they head back to the Batcave and the rest of the Justice League have left for the night, Bruce finally allows his jealousy to boil over and he shows Clark quite thoroughly just who he belongs to.

Re: Bruce/Clark: Clark Flirts with everyone, Jealous Bruce lays claim

[(Anonymous)]

Oh yes please. Love me some jealous possessive Bruce!

[Suicide Squad Spoilers] Deadshot/Flag, mistaken for a couple

[(Anonymous)]

Not everyone Rick Flag works with knows about Waller's "special" team, and a good number of them have no idea he's involved in getting personal one-on-ones together with the infamous Floyd Lawton and his little girl. So they're thinking that he's sneaking off a few times a month for some downtime with his secret sweetie.

If it just so happens that his secret sweetie is a dude with a kid living in a shoe-box apartment, they don't judge. They just want Flag to be happy.

Deadshot catches onto this and decides to milk it for all that it's worth, culminating in the ever-so-beloved trope of faking dating cum real dating. Fluff, annoying pet names, banter, and snark all appreciated.

[Suicide Squad Spoilers] Amanda/June, dom/sub

[(Anonymous)]

Even though June is free of the Enchantress, she still craves the feeling of having someone else take control for a little bit. Who else is better at that than the Wall herself?

Kneeling, face-slapping, bondage, spanking, honorific language ("Yes, mistress"), and orgasm denial all welcome.

[Suicide Squad Spoilers] Squad vs. Batman

[(Anonymous)]

Batman accosts the squad while they're on a mission in Gotham, seeking info from Harley for a case he's working. He's not polite about it and the villains are all on the edge of attacking him when Flag intervenes, but not on Batman's behalf. He defends the squad, calls Batman out on his own criminal actions (no Bat bashing though; Flag respects Batman, he just values his squad more), and orders him to stop interfering with their government sanctioned mission.

The situation escalates (cause Deadshot, Harley, and KC can't contain themselves) and Flag further pleasantly surprises his team members by fighting the Bat with them, quarterbacking them during the fight even. Batman eventually decides any potential info he can get from Harley isn't worth this headache and retreats. And... insert team fluff and the villains gloating about their victory here. Feel free to include other character(s) who are no longer part of the squad in canon, iykwimaittyd.

Batman/Harley, cocktease

[(Anonymous)]

In short, Harley gets to Bruce like no other woman--she's fearless, strong, and kicks ass, but she's also adorable and flirty and just his kind of wild. There's a mutual push-pull with them--no abuse, no gaslighting, no stalking, just tons of teasing and chasing and hot, sweaty, makeup-smeared kisses against walls before Harley slips away with her Squad, foiling Batman once again.

And you bet that Batman is never quite satisfied but always goes back for more. UST, frottage, a bit of manhandling, and dirty talk are all welcome. It's hard to ask for tropey fics like this in this super-dark DC 'verse, but in the end, Bruce is just hopelessly besotted with Harley.

Re: Batman/Harley, cocktease

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Deadshot/Harley Quinn - drift compatible Jaeger pilots

[(Anonymous)]

The Pan Pacific Defense Corps is getting desperate, convicts are acceptable if there's a drift compatible pair to be found, and Waller has just the pair of crazy fuckers for a suicide mission in a Jaeger.

Meet Harley and Deadshot, the newest Jaeger pilots. That nice Colonel Flag is their handler. Their Jaeger is called Suicide Squad and they're really meant as bait, but with their unpredictability and deadly aim, they last a lot longer than expected

(And then post-drift sexing pls?)

[minor Suicide Squad spoilers] Rick/GQ ~ non-con mistaken for cheating

[(Anonymous)]

post-movie Rick and GQ get into a relationship. It's kind of rebound on Rick's side, but GQ's just happy to be with Rick (and just happy to be alive) so he doesn't question it. one Waller's higher-ups comes to inspect the task force and, whether through threats or force (or both), gets GQ to sleep with him. He tries to tell Rick what happened and Rick doesn't believe him or Rick accuses him of cheating before he can explain. Angst, hurt, and miscommunication ensues. Perhaps comfort at the end?

* Rick accuses GQ of having a habit of seducing his superior officers, even though Rick made the first move in their relationship

* Rick always told GQ not to trust Waller, so he doesn't know where to go for help, and turns to someone from the Squad for help

Deadshot/Harley Quinn: Harley learning how to have a healthy(er) relationship

[(Anonymous)]

"You can just ask for a hug, you know. You don't have to provoke me to get my attention."

June/Rick, First Time

[(Anonymous)]

The continuation of the "Are you gonna kiss me or not?" Scene. I need it in my life.

Bruce/Clark, Assistant AU

[(Anonymous)]

Clark, while still having his powers and still being Superman, is not a reporter for the Daily Planet, but rather the new assistant for Bruce Wayne, who is still Batman.

Neither one of them has figured out the other's identity yet.

+Alfred is technically the one who hired Clark, and at one point they gang up on Bruce to stop him from doing something stupid.
+Lex keeps trying to get Clark to work for him. (Up to any potential filler if he knows who Clark is, just thinks Clark is a good assistant who would be good face for the socially acceptable work LexCorp does, or both.)
+This is more a hope, but top!Bruce if the fic gets Explicit. Otherwise, I don't really care.

Re: Bruce/Clark, Assistant AU

[(Anonymous)]

I'd loved that. What's more, there is great potential for new identity porn!