dceu_kinkmeme | DCEU Prompt Post #1

During their next mission, Rick gets SEVERELY hurt (like, almost near death hurt). At first, the team try to balance their assignment with their friend's health. However, as Rick's health declines, the team begins to reflect on the positive impact their leader has on their lives. For example: Rick visits the prison frequently in order to give his squad individual gifts. His partnership with Katana could be explore a bit more. He and Floyd have a particularly close (almost brotherly) relationship by exchanging stories about their adventures, as well as updates about Floyd's daughter. Eventually, realizing that Rick is a vital member of their dysfunctional family, the squad decides to abandon their mission in order to get their friend to medical attention amidst the chaos. *perhaps El Diablo and GQ are alive in this story too ;)

yes, please. i'm all here for protective!squad over rick

Bruce gets hurt in the middle of a fight and the League gets protective.

(bonus for the league being surprised at how angry they get about bruce being hurt and how relieved they get when he's alive because he's practically picked a fight with all of them at least once)

I love this idea! Reminds me of the Hellbat armored suit THE ENTIRE LEAGUE (minus Bruce) built specially for Batman. How sweet of them! <3 <3 <3

Re: Bruce+Justice League, hurt!Bruce and protective!League

(Anonymous) - 2016-08-30 21:51 (UTC) - Expand

I kind of just want some delicious femdom with maybe Waller keeping Harley on a leash and Harley being a brat and some sensual petting (you know, in addition to the hot hot sex I also want.

Doesn't need to be petplay, I just kept thinking during the movie that Waller really ought to put that girl on a leash and then my brain went ~exciting places and now I want it.

This prompt is kind of self-explanatory, isn't it? :P

After Suicide Squad, Harley and Mr. J hit a rough patch in there rocky relationship and she leaves him. While she's holed up on her own, some big event happens, like a earth ending natural disaster or an invasion, either way the Justice League make their grand debut. Harley gets a giggle seeing Batman again after so long, but her interest is piqued when a newly resurrected Superman shows up in his black suit and long hair for the last minute save when it seems like everything is doomed.

Feeling lonely and a little more deranged than usual, Harley decides she wants to have some fun with Batsy and the Supercute alien. Through her own sheer brilliance, Harley manages to capture both Bruce and Clark. Bruce is beyond pissed, while Clark is intrigued and dare he say it charmed by Harley. When she comes to them with her proposal, Bruce is enraged, but is then left astonished when Clark takes Harley up on her offer. Clark and Harley start playing with each other in front of Bruce and damn it if it isn't the hottest thing he's seen. Together Harley and Clark convince Bruce, leading to one hell of a night together.

Cue the chaos.

Hot!

Superman is a globally recognised hero. He's famous as HELL. He's a symbol. People probably see the cape first, the humble person beneath it second.

I want to see the League forming and Superman meeting other heroes that aren't Batman or Wonder Woman, and have them be very, very intimidated/awed/freaking out over him. Superman died when the world was more fearful than respectful - I'd to see him reacting to all the love/awe directed his way. Especially from other respected superheroes. Fill can be gen/any (I am partial to superbat, though), and humor/fluffy/hurtcomfort/or whatever.

Bonus:
- Diana is smirky-amused by the younger heroes falling over themselves in front of Clark
- Flustered!Clark
- Barry freaks out the most
- Team eventually becomes friends with Clark :')

Aw this sounds so cute!

Is it a hallucination? Is it a dream? Is it... Clark in the Batsuit?

Whatever it is, I'm sure more than one criminal has told the Batman to go fuck himself.

MY TIME HAS COME!
But wait, knowing me this will turn into seriousness and angst, so maybe not...

Re: Bruce Wayne/Batman, selfcest

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Re: Bruce Wayne/Batman, selfcest

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[minifill]: Bruce Wayne/Batman, Bruce Wayne/Barry Allen - "Phantasm" 1/1

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I'm dying for a fully consensual gang-bang, ideally with Clark being the bangee. Maybe he secretly goes to a club on the odd occasion, but however this happens, it's not because Clark is ashamed of his own desires or has low self worth. He enjoys it (Alien sexuality? It takes him a while to get into penetrative sex? He likes to pretend to be helpless sometimes? He likes a certain type of rough, in-charge, intractable guy not-naming-any-names?) but he knows people don't generally understand such things and he doesn't want to upset anyone.

But, of course, Batman/Bruce somehow discovers his secret and he is very, very upset. For reasons. Of possibly a personal and entirely selfish nature.

If this can have some kind of happy/romantic conclusion, that would be grand but is not critical. Just want Clark enjoying getting some (lots) and Bruce losing his cool over it (also lots). Please and thank you!

Oh wow yes please!

Re: Bruce/Clark - consensual gangbang

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Re: Bruce/Clark - consensual gangbang

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Bruce, getting gangbanged (mostly consensual, since he was probably the one who arranged it, secretly)

I was thinking more around college-age. Up to filler if it was just the once or if it was a more regular occurrence. There could even be one when it wasn't as consensual as he liked just to add the drama. Also up to the filler to make it purely as porn or if there was angst and psychological things involved.

I just want to see Bruce getting gangbanged and slutty and the bossiest power bottom ever.

Bonus if it turns out Clark was there, either as a involuntary voyeur or as one of the gangbanger.

Clark is back, and he and Bruce start a relationship. It doesn't escape either of their attention that Barry is starstruck by both of them. He's always respectful, but there is this tension just bellow the surface. Clark is charmed by Barry's quick whit and his hyperactivity isn't a turn off. Bruce is fond of Barry for being the one that joined his endeavor to form the Justice League with such eager exuberance. Ever since the young man said he needed friends, Bruce wanted nothing more than to take Barry under his wing, but his past with all of its complexities, failures, and heartbreak kept him back.

Bruce notices the glint of want in Clark's eyes whenever the Kryptonian looks at Barry, while Clark notices the warmth Bruce has towards younger man. When they catch each other, Clark and Bruce agree that they want to be more than just Barry's friends. So one night, they decide to pay Barry a visit at his place to let him know just how much he is desired.

Cue one hell of a night, leading to a morning with Clark simply making breakfast for the two men he loves most.

...yes, op. just...yes.

Basically what the title says. It might have to be AU? But I'll leave that up to the author! Maybe Bruce doesn't even use the service for sex? Maybe he's just lonely and needs someone to talk to and occasionally have a date to a charity gala or something? And Clark would be an escort, of course. Romance ensues? If I need to clarify any more, let me know!

Oh my yes! Please!

Re: Bruce/Clark, Escort Service

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Because daddy's little monster should definitely get a nicer daddy. All the dirty talk please (with some size kink while we're at it?).

pretty much what it says

can be a bad guy forcing the omegas on the squad into heat (up to any filler who else is an omega), or just a gen-fic where the squad finds out somehow, or an unexpected heat fic or whatever else comes to mind

YES yes to both!!

Bringing this over from FFA:

Clark keeps thinking about Bruce while Bruce is out on a date with a woman, making up little details on how he might behave and charm his date. Clark struggles to acknowledge his jealousy and yearning and ends up asking Bruce about his dates in a buddy-buddy way then using the details to have super-repressed jerk-off sessions.

He ends up messing his head up over it until Bruce figures out what's going on.

I never knew I needed this in my life!

Re: Bruce/Clark - Jealousy/Internalized Homophobia/Masturbation

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[I know it's not exactly a kink, but I really want to see it anyway]

So BvS Bruce is pretty old, right? Older than Superman by a good ten or fifteen years. I'd love to see Martha Kent track down Batman to thank him for saving her, ends up inviting him to dinner, and starts dating him - specifically, starts dating Batman.

+1 if Lois helps Martha track down Batman [anyone helping at all is optional, but if someone does I'd like it to be Lois]
+100 if Batman starts making Dad jokes to Superman
+100000000 if it comes with the usual identity porn tropes, like ending up spending time with Bruce Wayne and having feels for him, and making out in the dark

I saw some comments about how aquamoma can hold his liquor in JL trailer, and this idea kept nagging me.

At a slow JL meeting, they decided to hold a drinking competition to prove that they too can drink as much as Aquaman. In the end, all of them got drunk and do things that they would regret when they're sober, like Clark drunk-dialed his mother thinking it was Lois, Diana told everyone about her "exploits" in the human world, Bruce singing "Am I blue", and whoever author wants to add. How it'll end can be author's choice.

Seconded!

I've read some Superbat fics where Bruce always has to bottom because of they did it the other way around, there's the ever-present danger of Clark possibly losing control in the heat of the moment and accidentally... crushing... important bits. Eeep.

So: what if this is still something they both really want to try, and after they've been together for a while and kind of worked their way up to it (toys and stuff maybe?) they decide to make the attempt. And Clark *really* enjoys it, especially the part where Bruce (master of self-control) has to kind of verbally coach him through keeping himself relaxed, open, etc.

And even more than the awesomeness of actually having a chance to fuck Clark, Bruce REALLY gets off on the risk/danger aspect of sticking his dick into something so intimately (insanely) dangerous. XD

Yes, please!

Chato "ElDogablo" Santana is a webcomic artist. He's a genuinely talented and weaves complex, intricate plots-- and is almost entirely undiscovered outside of the furry fandom. Apparently, making all your characters anthros attracts a certain audience.

Look, he just wants to make ~real art, okay?

George "Digger" "boomeranghorse420" Harkness is an ex-brony BNF with a dedicated fandom. He draws porn of anthropomorphic horses for a living. Okay, maybe he only shades with grey, but whatever. He has fun.

Look, he just wants to make ~hot porn, okay?

They get stuck in neighboring booths in the artist alley during a furry convention.

Cue enemies-to-lovers.

Bonus:
-Batman owns this universe's FurAffinity equivalent
-Killer Croc is a fursuiter
-Harley's selling for her boyfriend JOKERFISH, even though she's clearly got the skill to sell her own work. She dumps him and makes her own stuff

Seconded. This is actually amazing.

Re: Boomerang/El Diablo, Furry Fandom AU

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OP Self-Fills: 1/?

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So I rarely ever see this in fic, and the few times I have are with Bruce deciding *not* to take the meds. And I just... I had so many feels over the fact that Bruce Wayne didn't even hesitate to take some anxiety meds after his nightmare in the movie (with potential other depression meds on the counter as well). I'd just like a fic of him taking the meds, dealing with the side effects, maybe trying a new combination, and not being ashamed of it if Clark and/or Diana finds out (Trinity feels always welcome).

Same. I have something similar in my current fic, but this is something that needs to be talked about more. I really hope this gets filled.

(This prompt is inspired by a piece of artwork I've seen for years on Google, but I am unable to link it because every time I test the link myself another picture takes over the page, soooooo, yeah....)

Be it by spell, experiment or whatever you can come up with Bruce and Batman become two different people. The choice of rather it's temporary or permanent is also up to the filler. In an ironic twist, Bruce and Batman don't seem to get along. Bruce wanting to kick the doppelganger out of his home and Batman wanting to do nothing but patrol and look for trouble. One of the few things the two have in common is their lust (or love?) for Clark Kent, much to the others added irritation. In an attempt to protect Clark from the other, the two simultaneously start moving in on Clark; much to a very flustered Clark's flattered irritation while he tries to figure out just who the real Bruce Wayne is and how to fix all of this before they destroy one another. (Bottom!Clark please!!!)

Wow, yes please. Seconded!!

in BvS we don't know anything about what happened to Dick and why Batman did not ask for his help. so I was thinking that after Jason's dead that two had a fight were in the end Dick leave Gotham and end in a partnership with Slade Wilson (if this is also a sexual partnership I would be very happy but its not essential)

so years go by, Clark rise from the grave and in the end he begins a relationship with Bruce.

now Bruce (I don't know how: he was kidnapped, he was shot while in civvy, there is an incident,...) is unconscious and in hospital and the news is broadcast by the media. Clark is by is side when suddenly this young men in the room with them (and maybe Slade in the hallway)

what's the story?? what they say???
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Post-resurrection, Clark decides he wants to take a look at what Lex did to the Kryptonian scout ship, and Bruce is interested in getting hold of some alien tech. So they break in to whatever facility it got hauled off to.

Things go wrong and the ship's kinky tentacles start getting a bit violent and handsy. Supes is still weak or there's some fragments of Kryptonite around *handwaves* and the ship is technically under Lex's command so Clark can't call them off.

They both get held down and fucked by tentacles in front of each other is what I'm getting at here.

It was months after his return before Clark made his way back to the genesis chamber, the Bat at his side.

Curiosity propelled their inquiry. Clark held hope that the ship might provide him some knowledge of his Kryptonian heritage. Bruce refused to elaborate on his own interest, though Clark suspected it was not entirely innocent. Still, Clark had welcomed him, reasoning that his insight could prove valuable.

The wreck of the ship lay dormant in the exclusion zone, surrounded by blocks of rubble, remnants of buildings leveled by Doomsday’s advance. A few of the clinically white hallways remained, leading them into the tattered dome that still shielded the shell of the ship. They progressed silently into the crumbling hulk, to the single locked door that protected Krypton’s genetic secrets. Clark pressed his palm into soft molding of the fingerprint reader, then stepped through the burnished pewter door.

Inside, the atmosphere immediately staggered him, forcing him to lean against the wall. His distress only grew as the door hissed shut behind them, halting the flow of outdoor air.

“Superman?” Bruce turned towards him, head cocked as he decided if he should intervene. It was the first word he had spoken to him all night.

“I’m okay.” Clark offered him a reassuring smile even as he struggled to gather himself. Looking up, he found that the hole Doomsday had punched through the ceiling had somehow been sealed, leaving the chamber airtight. “The Kryptonian air system--it’s restored itself somehow.”

“Seems breathable,” Bruce looked around, before turning curiously back to Clark. “There must be more to it for it to affect you this way.”

“Must be,” Clark trailed off, taking in a shaky breath. He had almost forgotten this feeling, the painful punch of Krypton’s air that had weakened him the first time he had set foot on this ship.

“Do you need to leave?”

“No.” Clark pushed himself upright and stepped deeper into the genesis chamber, down the gangway that skewed into the amber pool below. “No, it’s just weakened my powers. I’ll be fine.”

Stepping over the electronic minder which lay partially submerged, Clark entered the pool.Tentatively, he waded deeper, pausing before the liquid could reach his waist.

Drawing the Kryptonian sigil from his belt, Clark pressed it into the socket of the waiting console. Soft, organic light flickered in the pool as the surface stirred under the force of an unknown current.

“Presence of the Codex confirmed,” a soft voice emanated from the console. A score of tendrils peeked up out of the pool, an array of fleshy hues, some dark, some light, some deep, bloody organ red. They slithered towards Clark, halting several yards from where he stood. “Would you like to proceed with extraction?”

“No.” Bruce dipped his foot into the pool, making to follow Clark. Immediately, the tendrils retracted.

“Foreign genetic material detected.”

“I think that’s you.” Clark grinned, glancing back at him.

Reluctantly, Bruce retreated. He paced a few feet back up the gangway, eyes narrowed. A host of tentacles trailed a few feet behind him, hanging from the ceiling.

“Remove foreign material,” the console protested. “The council has decreed--”

“He’s not a threat,” Clark tried to placate the tendrils that hung over Bruce menacingly. “He won’t interfere.”

“Remove foreign material to proceed,” the terminal insisted, though Bruce no longer stood in the pool.

“It’s not responding.” Bruce drew a batarang from his belt, preparing to defend himself.

At the first sign of a threat, a tentacle coiled around Bruce’s wrist, pulling him forwards. Bruce sliced into it with the bladed edge of his batarang. It immediately retracted, leaving a thick liquid oozing down his glove.

As one tentacle retreated, dozens more sprang forward, curling around every inch of Bruce’s body and nearly lifting him off his feet. The arm holding the batarang was forced high over his head, then the blade ripped from his hand.

“Stop!” Clark leapt towards Bruce. “He’s my friend. Don’t hurt him.” He didn’t touch the tentacles, afraid that he might trigger another attack.

Nearly consumed by the writhing mass, Bruce growled, “You need to get out of here, Clark.”

“What?” Clark blinked up at him, not sure he had understood. He tried to ignore the way the tentacles held Bruce, thighs spread apart and tendrils curling over his groin.

“You need to leave. I can handle myself.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Clark shook his head, incredulous. “It’s going to be fine. I just need to find a way to communicate with-”

Rolling his eyes, Bruce twisted in the tentacles’ grip. “At least get down.”

Brow furrowed, Clark spotted the explosive in Bruce’s hand just in time to cast himself up onto the platform. The whole chamber shook with the explosion, the lights flickering eerily before they were plunged into blackness.

“Bruce?” Clark stretched out blindly, hoping to touch him.

“Here,” Bruce grunted. Grasping at Clark’s wrist, he tugged him to his feet.

The terminal chirped. “Rebooting.”

“Exit’s sealed.” Bruce paced in front of the door. “Any objections to me blowing the door off?”

“Just a second.” Clark cautiously approached the console, which was softly lit by the blue glow of its own controls. He drew the sigil from it, before sliding it back inside.

“Executing program A18-64JG.”

“Do you have any idea what that means?” Bruce moved into the dim light of the console at the edge of the pool.

“No.”

“Assessing breeding compatibility of the specimens.”

Clark had only the chance to catch a single furious look from Bruce before he was knocked off his feet. Coils wrapped tight around his legs and arms, dragging him backwards, onto the platform above the pool.

The touch of tentacles, which had merely been inappropriate with Bruce, now openly targeted the most sensitive spots of his body, rubbing suggestively over his suit, along his cock and between his thighs.

In the darkness, Clark heard Bruce choke and sputter. Though he strained, Clark could not see any more than Bruce’s shadowy outline.

“Bruce? Are you-?” As he spoke, one particularly thick tendril twisted around his mouth and nose, smothering him.

Lungs burning, Clark inhaled but found no oxygen. Instead, ooze filled his nostrils and his mouth, the scent an overpowering musk. Black spots flashed at the edge of his vision. He tore at the tentacle with all his strength, but his fingers could find no purchase on the slippery flesh.

Clark fell forwards, mouth open behind the tentacle wrapped around his head. For a second, the grip eased, before the tip plunged into his mouth. He bit down, but his teeth could not break through the thick outer layer of skin.

An oddly bitter liquid began to seep from the tendril, slowly filling his mouth. Clark tried to spit it out, before gagging as the tip hit the back of his throat. He choked, spasming, but it forced its way past the constriction. The steady flow of the liquid continued, now sliding straight down his throat.

Eyes watering, Clark wrenched at the tentacles again, flailing until his fingers brushed against bare skin. Human skin. Bruce. The lights were still too low for him to see anything of Bruce other than his silhouette, made strange by the many tentacles hanging from his limbs. Bruce appeared to be partially suspended, hips and legs held off the floor.

Again, the lights flickered, and then the soft glow of the chamber was restored.

Bruce’s cowl was gone. It had been melted through, the remains dripping inky black on the floor. Underneath, Bruce appeared unharmed, though flushed and sweating, his pupils blown wide. One tendril wriggled between his lips, sliding towards the back of his throat.

His suit had fared little better, the armored symbol largely obliterated and the tattered remains of his undersuit hanging off his chest. His skin glistened with the trails of slime that the feelers left behind, pooling in the many scars that marked his chest.

Lower still, there was another tendril coiled around Bruce’s cock, slipping gently along his shaft. He was hard, but unable to pull away as his hands were stretched over his head and his legs held securely aloft.

The sight made something burn in Clark’s chest, a fiercely protective anger. He twisted the tendril that had tried to smother him around his fist and dragged it free. Clark spat the fleshy length from his mouth, then spat again, trying to rid his tongue of the gelatinous ooze.

Raising himself up on his hands, Clark lunged forwards, half-falling across Bruce before the tentacles could yank him back. As he moved, his suit tore open at the shoulder and down his chest, near indestructible fiber badly weakened by the goo. He seized the length that filled Bruce’s mouth, fingers skidding down the slimy surface before he finally managed to tug it free. Bruce gasped in a grateful lungful of air while Clark grabbed a handful of the writhing tentacles that sprawled across his chest and groin.

Turning his head, Bruce spit out a mouthful of clear goo. “Aphrodisiac,” he muttered, before beginning to push himself up. “I hope you didn’t swallow any.”

Before Clark could decide how to reply, the coils he held in his hands turned on him, slithering through his fingers and around his wrists. His arms were quickly captured, pulled tight behind his back and pinned there. Clark leaned forwards, thrashing as he tried to break free from the surprisingly strong grip. Hunched over on his knees, he strained as more and more tentacles surrounded him, his hopes of escape quickly fading.

A tentacle curled around the base of his neck, forcing his head back. Though he struggled, Clark could do little more than watch as a host of tentacles inched up Bruce’s thighs, crawling over the swells of muscle to encircle his cock again.

Bruce’s face settled into an expression familiar to Clark, his teeth bared and brow furrowed. Despite the attentions of the tentacles, he was clearly still scheming, planning some way to get them out of this mess. The thought gave Clark hope, that though his strength alone had failed him, Bruce’s cleverness could save them both.

Clark felt the last of his suit melt away below his waist, allowing the coils to slide over bare skin. The tentacles immediately targeted his ass, warm tendrils sliding and swirling around his hole like half a dozen narrow tongues. The wet heat against tender flesh felt far better than Clark could have ever imagined. Embarrassed, Clark fixed his eyes on a spot above Bruce’s head. It took all his will just to remain silent.

Biting his lip, Clark reminded himself that Bruce couldn’t see what was happening from his place on the floor. He wouldn’t know. All Clark had to do was keep quiet, stay calm, and Bruce would never guess.

Bruve’s voice was surprisingly steady when he finally spoke, considering the way the tendrils pumped at his cock. “Can you reach my belt?”

As he opened his mouth to answer, slender length probed at Clark’s ass, its touch almost teasing. It slid inside him just fraction of an inch, then back out, then in a little further.

“I-I’ll try.” Clark shut his eyes as it worked deeper, forcing his body to yield. He twisted sideways, trying to get his trapped hands near the belt. The tendril pushed deeper, wriggling side to side. He pressed his lips tight together, fighting back a whimper.

“Clark?” Concern tinged Bruce’s voice, as did confusion. The tentacle withdrew with a twist that almost made Clark gasp aloud.

“It’s nothing,” Clark ducked his head. “I’m-unh!” he bucked forwards as a thicker shaft penetrated him, then quickly gritted his teeth, ashamed of his cry.

“Clark?!” Bruce tried to sit up, but could manage to do little more than raise his head.

“I’m--fine,” Clark panted, though crushing humiliation already flushed his cheeks.

“What--” Bruce’s eyes dropped between Clark’s legs, undoubtedly catching the movement of the tentacle thrusting into his ass, though he could not see the place where they entered him. “Goddammit,” he swore, kicking out, but making no progress at freeing himself.

Slime oozed down Bruce’s cock, soaking into the fabric of his suit. As Clark watched, it ate holes through the tough armor, baring his ass. Gritting his teeth, Bruce fought to draw his legs together, to do anything to shift away from the tentacles coiling around his thighs and threatening to penetrate him.

His struggles proved fruitless as a pair of narrow tendrils slipped past the tight ring of muscle. Jaw set, Bruce lifted his eyes towards the ceiling of the chamber, clearly avoiding Clark’s gaze. For the moment, the feelers seemed merely to explore him, twisting together, but that apparent gentleness did not last.

Another, larger, tentacle sinuously wove its way up Bruce’s thigh. The narrow tendrils moved apart, spreading Bruce open for the bulbous head. He groaned as it speared him, pushing deep inside him in a single long thrust. Bruce threw his head back, spine rigid as he took the length inside him.

However, Clark could barely focus on Bruce for all that was happening to him. The tentacle behind him took up a rapid rhythm, fucking him hard and fast. The steady drag of it inside him rubbed along his prostate, and he found himself hazily wondering if this should feel as good as it did.

For the first time, a tentacle rubbed along Clark’s aching shaft, swiping at the precome beading at the crown of his cock. Another tendril curled around his balls, squeezing gently. Clark twitched, gasping, though the touch was not yet enough to get him off.

The tentacle stroking at his cock split apart, individual petals of flesh wrapping tight around the shaft, enveloping him. Incredible suction gripped him, bringing a surprised shout from his lips. Clark shamelessly rocked forwards, but found that did not afford him any further pleasure. Instead, he pressed back into the thrusts of the shaft, taking it deeper and harder.

In a few frantic minutes, Clark came, completely unaware of everything around him. The grip of the tentacles, while still tight around his wrists, slackened enough to allow him to slump forwards.Eyes falling shut, Clark collapsed on the floor. Cheek resting on the cool metal, he turned his head towards Bruce. He whimpered as the shaft was withdrawn from his ass, wetly sliding free from his stretched hole.

However, the program had not yet run its course. Clark groaned as another tendril probed at his abused ass. Despite his weak protest, it entered him, swiftly pushing deep before falling still. Clark lifted his head, trying to ascertain what it was the program was trying to do, or if it simply intended to keep him impaled for time unknown.

The shaft seemed to swell inside him, stretching him to the point of pain before easing, the movement travelling along the shaft like a slow moving ripple. As the swell reached the very tip, Clark felt something be inserted inside him, warm, pulsing, semi-solid. Another object quickly joined the first, swelling and stretching at his insides. Then a third and more.

A choked-off shout brought his attention back to Bruce, a sound unlike any other he had heard from him. Another tentacle had breached him, leaving two together now, slowly thrusting inside his ass. Despite his obvious pain, his body stretched to accommodate them. More remarkably, the hard line of his jaw eased until finally Bruce moaned.

Arching up, Bruce spread his legs a little wider. He was openly gasping, no longer making any attempt to suppress the sounds he made, moans spilling unchecked from his lips. Clark realized, distantly, that Bruce was about to come a few seconds before he did, painting his own stomach white.

FILL Bruce/Clark, tentacles, noncon [1/2]

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Re: FILL Bruce/Clark, tentacles, noncon [1/2]

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Minor canon divergence AU in which Clark, rather than becoming a journalist at the Daily Planet at the end of Man of Steel, starts working at Wayne Enterprises. I'm not insistent on any specific job, but I'd prefer if it was something that could also fit Clark's "I need a job where I can keep my ear to the ground" reasoning. So not Bruce's secretary or something like that.

All other things remainaining equal - Bruce being Batman, Clark becoming Superman like he does in MoS, Batman wanting to kill Superman etc. - I'd just love to see how the identity porn aspect might have played out or changed if Clark had at least some professional contact to Bruce Wayne (even if not much because he's not that important at WE). I'm also very happy with tropey identtiy porn stuff like Bruce and Clark starting a sordid workplace affair while Batman plots to kill Superman.

Just reading this prompt has made me very happy, nonnie. "Sordid affair" heeeeeeeeeeee

Do want!

Obviously Bruce and Clark even as enemies are already very much into totally platonic chest petting. Tell me how that evolves as they get to work together, know, fall and pine for the other. Do friendly claps on the shoulder last a little too long? Tend to involve a meaningless brush of the fingers on the chest?

How do they ever progress from that to sex and foreplay that involves rubbing and pinching of the nipples through shirts and whatever else your mind may conjure?

Whether it's because of some internalized homophobia or for other reasons, Clark is weary of getting fucked by Bruce even though he's enthusiastically loved all the frottage, blowjobs, intercrural and whatever else they've been doing.

Thing is, Clark really wants it and demurs in the face of Bruce's seduction that allowing him to slip him just the tip of his cock (after having allowed him just a finger maybe) but he ends up begging for more verbally or physically (pushing back, spreading his legs, moaning shamelessly) and a good time is had by all!

Wow, I want this filled so bad. Seconded!

Rick!whump and Protective!Squad

Re: Rick!whump and Protective!Squad

Bruce+Justice League, hurt!Bruce and protective!League

Re: Bruce+Justice League, hurt!Bruce and protective!League

Harley/Waller - leash, collar, petting

Killer Croc/Diablo, sex pollen

Harley/Batman/Superman: Harley wants them both, so she'll have them both

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Fanboy!heroes, embarrassed!Clark, post-BVS

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Bruce Wayne/Batman, selfcest

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Bruce/Clark - consensual gangbang

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Bruce, Gangbang (and possible underage)

Clark/Bruce/Barry: Clark and Bruce decide they want to be more than Barry's "friends"

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Bruce/Clark, Escort Service

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Deadshot/Harley, daddy kink

Rick Flag/Floyd Lawton or gen, ABO - Rick is an omega

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Bruce/Clark - Jealousy/Internalized Homophobia/Masturbation

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Bruce/Martha Kent, romance, identity porn

Drunk JL, crack

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Superbat, first time bottom!Clark

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Boomerang/El Diablo, Furry Fandom AU

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Bruce, taking meds

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Bruce/Clark/Batman, Bruce and Batman after Clark

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Bruce/Clark + Dick(/Slade) - Clark first meeting

Bruce/Clark, tentacles, noncon

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Bruce/Clark, Clark at Wayne Enterprises

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Bruce/Clark, chest petting

Bruce/Clark, "just the tip"

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