dceu_kinkmeme | DCEU Prompt Post #1

After Clark returns from the dead, his powers don't come back with him. Cue angst, whump, Clark and Bruce desperately trying (and failing) to restore Clark's powers, and Clark struggling to cope with his new human body and its limitations. He doesn't want to give up crimefighting entirely, so he seeks help from Batman to learn how to adapt and fight without the luxuries of super strength, amongst other things. Is he still Superman, or a different alterego entirely? Up to you. My kingdom for bottom!Clark.

ooh i desperately want to fill this, unfortunately i have very little knowledge of the dceu and am bad at follow-through, but! i'm gonna try anyway bc god i love this idea <3

Edwards is a good solider, Flag says jump and he won't even ask how high, he already knows what is expected of him and is off the ground before the order is finished. So when Flag asks him to bend over and take it? Of course he does that to, whether he wants it or not.

OP, I think you read my mind. very seconded!!!

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[Fill] GQ Edwards/Rick Flag, Submission Kink, Dub-Con, Power Play

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Harley's on one of her hunger strikes and Griggs is in charge of force-feeding her. He takes the opportunity to rape her. Rick walks in the middle of it and beats the shit out of him.

YES! Seconded! :D

Top!Bruce gets off on denying himself. He likes to wear a cock ring so he can fuck Clark long and hard, making sure to get Clark off multiple times before he lets himself come.

Holy shit, that is hot.

Clark comes back from the dead and he and Bruce make peace with each other and also start seeing each other romantically. One night Bruce is patrolling Gotham when Clark drops in to surprise him. The pair are enjoying each others company while still carrying out the patrol when Clark's sensitive hearing catches a domestic disturbance. Clark and Bruce head to the place and find none other that Joker and Harley in the middle of one of their horrifying rows. They witness Joker spewing vitriol and Harley's just taking it all.

When things take a violent turn, Clark has enough. He swoops down and stands between Joker and Harley, shielding her from the blow. Harley is stunned, while the Joker curses up a storm, nursing a sore hand. Clark glares at the Clown Prince and is soon joined by a reluctant Bruce. Together they verbally eviscerate Joker for treating a woman like Harley so poorly when she can in fact run circles around all of them.

Joker curses them all out and then makes his escape, leaving Harley behind. Harley is wary of both Superman and Batman, but she can't help but be touched that even after all she's done, they still stepped in like true gentlemen on her behalf. It feels nice to be respected for once.

She's still Harley Quinn though, she invites Bruce and Clark to one of her own secret hideouts so that she can thank them both... thoroughly. Crazy must be contagious and Clark takes Harley up on her offer and Bruce follows. Cue one hell of a night together.

superman comes back and pays a visit to lex in jail. post bvs, maybe pre-justice league. rough prison sex

bonus: lex is hallucinating the whole thing

Hey guys, thanks to a very fun discussion on meme, I'm in need of some Bruce/Gotham shenanigans. Is Gotham possessing Bruce? Clark? Someone else? Whatever the case: magic shenanigans are afoot, and Bruce needs to save Gotham (and/or the host), and OF COURSE, the best way to do that is with sex, right?

+ all of my lovely bonus points for a cameo by John Constantine

This prompt is all-around intriguing, but that bonus gets a resounding heck yes from me.

Character of your choice is really intrigued by how tall and superhumanly strong Clark is and is very curious and very intimidated in equal measure about what it would be like to fuck someone like that. Cue Clark surprising them by being his adorable self and just being super careful and gentle and loving even when he's manhandling them, because that's just how he rolls.

...using the Lasso of Truth. Bonus points for orgasm denial and aftercare.

Please no painplay, humiliation, or Lois cheating on Clark (because lbr, Clark would be happy for his beloved girlfriend getting to have a great night with Wonder Woman). Other than that, feel free to go wild :)

Basically I want Bruce on his knees in front of Alfred, blowing him while Alfred tells him exactly how he wants it. Especially if Alfred is his usual snarky, dry self about Bruce's performance and criticises him a lot.

+all the ones if Bruce is fully dressed in one of those beautiful suits of his while he's kneeling there

That is really hot. Not the prompt but an artist drew a really sexy picture of Alfred/Bruce. The artist's name is Evinist.

Alfred's interactions with Bruce all seem to have the subtext of "I love you but you're not too old for me to take over my knee." Let's see him prove it.

+ Bare Batbutt.
+ Bruce is super into it.
+ And Alfred knows it.
++++++ Aftercare. Kissing. Hugging. Hot beverages.

Dick and Bruce hooked up at some point. (Author's choice whether or not Dick was strictly legal at the time, I'm cool either way, but I'd prefer he not be an actual child.) Emotions were felt. It went poorly.

And Jason's death killed off their attempt at reconciling.

Basically I'm asking for horrific emotional porn with maybe some porn porn in there too. Every bonus point in my possession if you can pull a happy ending out of that, too.

Not to be a nitpicky dick, but shouldn't this prompt be in the non-DCEU post since it features Dick Grayson and Jason Todd, both of whom didn't appear in the movies?

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I'd love to see some elegant sexual tension between these two (preferably resolved by the end) in a world where such a relationship would be scandalous.

Bonus points for identity porn and/or "Dancing on air".

So, in a twist from our normal wonderful suit porn requests, what I really need to see is Bruce Wayne in white tie. White tie is the most formal evening dress. The number of occasions where he might wear it are a bit limited but are all equally tantalizing: is a dignitary of state visiting Gotham? Is Bruce attending a really formal dinner overseas? Does the Gotham Opera require its patrons to wear white tie on the occasion of the season's start? Is Bruce attempting to woe Clark, or Diana, or someone else with this super-fancy routine? Or is Bruce super-resentfully attending a charity dinner in Metropolis, where Superman is considered a foreign dignitary (because he's the last son of Krypton)? The details are up to you--I'd just love to see some loving description of Bruce Wayne dressed to the nines.

White tie inspiration: https://www.wingsart.net/home/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/J-C-Leyendecker-05.jpg

+ All of the bonus points if Alfred's in white tie too

OP

That should be "attempting to woo" -- I swear -- these spelling errors afflict me terribly.

Playing on the usual fandom ideas of trauma, addiction, and recovery, what if Bruce coped with Clark's death by taking up a new addiction? Because this is a crack prompt, I'm looking for a really weird addiction. Is Bruce addicted to gardening magazines? Does Alfred find them sticking out of the Batwing's console? Or maybe Bruce decides to bury his repressed feelings by reading romance novels (or--like one of my favorite superbat fics--writing them). Basically, I'd like to see a really cute/weird/funny addiction and recovery fic where Bruce picks up the weirdest addiction, someone in his life finds out, and he has to come clean. If Bruce/Clark, I would die forever if his hobby/addiction is something that Clark actually knows a little about (restoring antique tractors??).

Go wild, ye writers!

Superman shows up at some gala or charity dinner not in his Superman suit as usual, but in black tie (or white tie if the event is that fancy). Because he thought he'd adapt a little and go with the dress code.

I just want Bruce to turn around and see Superman - not Clark Kent; no glasses, slicked back hair, Superman's posture - in black (or white) tie and stare because he was not prepared for that. Double the suit porn and go from there. :D

For inspiration, here's Henry Cavill in black tie: https://mymarsrevolution.tumblr.com/post/153324052108

Couldn't find any pictures of him in white tie, unfortunately.

Just a quick announcement that we're planning a kinkmeme fill fest in two weeks, from November 14th to 27th. The idea is to write and/or finish as many kinkmeme fills as possible in those two weeks. For that purpose we'll have a specific thread in the writing post where you can talk about your fills, set yourself daily word goals, have writing sprints with other writers, and have other anons cheer you on.

Of course you're welcome to post new prompts during the fest as well. Hopefully this will bring some renewed activity to the kinkmeme.

I made an advertising post on tumblr as well, if you would like to reblog that. Maybe we can entice some new people onto the kinkmeme, too.

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A fill fest sounds great! I'm gonna do my best to do at least one fill for it :)

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Wanting nothing but for Harley to just follow orders, Katana takes her out back and fucks her with a strap-on. Harley loves this of course, much to Katana's irritation.

The way things were at the end of BvS leaves us with the perfect introduction to both of them (and as long as Barry and Iris exist -and she'll be in the Flash movie- there'll always be a way to bring us Bart).

The events of a Lonely Place of Dying happened about a year before BvS, Dick took it upon himself to train Tim when Bruce refused to get a new Robin, having understood what Tim meant by "Batman needs a Robin". Dick couldn't get to Tim's parents in time so they both died and started taking care of him in NY. After BvS Bruce finally understand what Tim meant and accepts to actually train Tim and brings him home with him. The next 6 months are spent furthering Tim's detective skills and his physical ones (then the events of Robin I, II and III happen).

Meanwhile after Clark's death, Cadmus labs started trying to clone him. 4 months later Kon breaks out with the help of the other clone kids. He meets Tana (luckily this time she doesn't give in to a baby), while he does meet Roxy Leech and her father and stays for a while in Hawai, he moves in with the Kents (whom he met through Lois who was a big presence in his life) as soon as Roxy leaves to help her father.

Being the only kid heroes they team up often enough and then Bart arrives and they found Young Justice a year after BvS (due to the different circumstances they already know each other's secret identities, so things like Our World At War don't have to happen, even if it's a part of their relationships I love). Can be just the three of them, can have all the others Young Justice character or even the Teen Titans.

for those who have read those, imagine a characterization between their Young Justice (comics) selves and their Teen Titans selves.
Please no "hacker" or "mini Bruce" Tim (also please remember 90% of Tim's mental issues come from before becoming Robin, through years of Neglect), please do write Kon as his "down to earth/matter of fact" self.

A get together between those two best friends, so my preference would be for a very slow burn

QAQ Sounds so sweet!

What it says on the tin. Either high up in the air or just Clark hovering a bit above the ground so Bruce has to hold on to him.

Clark has superhuman stamina. Bruce doesn't. To make sure that Bruce still fucks Clark for as long as Clark likes, Bruce isn't allowed to come until Clark says he can.

Yes please!

I originally prompted this over in the non-DCEU prompt thread, but I'd also really love to see a DCEU take on this trope. Clark Kent impersonates either Batman or Bruce Wayne. Clark's a good actor, but he's not THAT good. His impersonation goes awry, and shenanigans ensue. Up to the filler to be Clark/Bruce or just focus on their friendship.

+Bonus: If Bruce doesn't sign off on the impersonation and/or doesn't know Clark Kent prior to the impersonation.
+Extra Bonus: If it happens on a cruise ship.

Inspiration: http://i.imgur.com/AraTzxj.jpg (American Alien #3)

I started this for the kinkmeme fest. Oops. This doesn't fully satisfy the prompt, but the OP okayed it offsite -- I hope someone else writes a fill that actually goes into the impersonation shenanigans!

Content notes: blowjob, dry humping, business suit damage, manual restraint, super-strength.

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Clark's posture went rigid when Bruce took a knee to get at the boot fastenings. "You know," he said, "I think I can figure it out from here."

"Alfred said he had to fit the entire thing to you himself because you got impatient and started, quote, 'yanking'." Bruce disengaged the left knee guard from the shin guard and set it aside on his office's area rug, undid the catches on the back of the boot itself, then switched sides and did it again. "Getting out is faster than getting in. Just give me a moment."

"There isn't a countdown on your life anymore, so I can just-- You know what--" Irritation entered Clark's voice, and he relaxed fractionally. "I do know how to be careful, Bruce. I had a legitimate reason for rushing, earlier. I can work out the rest now that I've seen you do the top half."

"Is there also a reason why you needed the entire tactical loadout? The Clock King doesn't rate this." And the process of removing it was twice as onerous when he was doing it for another person, who stood over Bruce uselessly with his hands out from his sides like he was afraid to touch anything. Clark had been in the midst of taking off the Batsuit's gauntlets when he decided to assert his independence; the right one hung from his still-gloved left hand.

"The more extra stuff I put over the suit, the less obvious it is that it doesn't fit me," he said. "Better than someone realizing it wasn't the real Bat. Really, just let me take it from here. You said something about a change of clothes?"

"Well, now you're annoyed," Bruce said. "The last thing I need is you tearing millions of dollars of engineering like paper to teach me a lesson about how I should just let you run off half-cocked whenever you want."

"You know perfectly well that wasn't--"

"Just hold still for the one entire minute I--"

Bruce reached for one of the buckles on the left thigh guard, and Clark finally pulled away from him, a quick flinching half-step backwards -- and Bruce forgot himself, as he sometimes did with Clark. He was one of probably three people on Earth who could compete for the honor of having examined the implications of Clark's impossible, planet-shattering strength most deeply, but moment to moment, his visceral impulse was to treat Clark as a man. He was human-shaped and human-sized and a frustrating, pervasive part of Bruce's day-to-day life, and when he stepped back from Bruce now, Bruce automatically grabbed him by the leg to hold him still.

It worked. Clark inhaled sharply and dropped the gauntlet he was holding. His hands flew to the waistband of the Batsuit as though he were afraid the bottom half of it would fall off him, but he froze where he was, with Bruce's fingers digging into the inside of his thigh and the back of his knee. Bruce looked up for the first time since he'd knelt -- up along Clark's body, past his hands, past the insignia on his chest, at his scarlet face and clenched jaw. Clark's eyes were fixed on the dark beyond the office windows, where Gotham lay glowing far below them.

"Please just let me take care of this," Clark said, in the deliberate, steady voice he used in situations that required the eternal sunny confidence with which Superman had returned from the grave. A voice that could hold up the world, no matter what Clark was feeling. The blush was creeping down his neck.

Oh.

Working closely with a man who could diagnose cancer by smell invited a certain amount of paranoia about what one's unexamined physiological reactions might be giving away. So Bruce had dusted off his biofeedback training, and seen about securing his privacy. If he'd pulled it off -- and Clark had never given him reason to believe he hadn't -- his autonomic landscape in Clark's presence was now normal for their half-convivial, half-combative working relationship. He had presented a timeline of a man moving past both his lingering disquiet in the presence of an alien who could crack the world in half and his relief at the reversal of one of the greatest mistakes of his life, and simply leveling out.

That was where the lie came in.

It was as challenging and pervasive a lie as the Bruce Wayne identity, and Bruce had applied himself to it with the same determination. It had seen him through a thousand late-night arguments and incidental touches. It had not failed the time Bruce, freefalling, had fired his grapple like a Hail Mary, and Clark had been there to pluck the hook from the end of its arc and bear Bruce to safety. The time Clark had loosened his tie and sprawled, grinning, in the open Batmobile. The time he'd seen Bruce to the cave and waited far back while Bruce dosed himself with fear toxin antidote, but had not left until he was sure Bruce would be fine.

It had not failed, because Bruce had prepared for every permutation of himself looking at Clark and thinking you showed after all or just a little more or come back. What he had never accounted for was the reverse scenario: Clark looking at him, on his knees, with his head bent almost to Clark's thigh, and thinking for him all the things he could not let himself contemplate in Clark's presence. A door flew open to a whole realm of sexual fantasy Bruce had never considered: Clark both watching and not-watching Bruce as closely as Bruce had done to him, and fighting himself, fighting his own body -- and winning, until there came a situation for which neither of them had planned and they both lost, at once, together.

"Bruce?" said Clark, in a very different voice. Superman never sounded shaken.

Bruce took his hand off Clark's knee and unbuckled the fastener that had created all this contention, the top strap of the left thigh guard. His heart thundered. He could just imagine what his galvanic skin response was at the moment. In his mind he heard the warning beep of the electrocardiogram he used for practice, like Pavlov's experiment in reverse: first salivation, then the bell.

"Bruce?" said Clark again, and put two fingers to Bruce's jaw as though he were thinking of making Bruce look up at him. It was his gloved hand, but Bruce still felt the touch like sun on a prism, like it refracted, blazing, throughout his body. He fought not to turn closer, to put his mouth to Clark's palm or the base of his thumb.

"Did you do this with Alfred too?" said Bruce. Clark snatched his hand away before the last word was out.

"What kind of question--"

"I guess he wasn't taking the suit off you --"

"Damn it, Bruce, that's not why. Of course that's not why. If you're going to deflect, would you just deflect and let me get through this conversation with a little dignity?"

"-- and I am." Bruce undid the second buckle on the thigh guard and reached for the two at the back. Clark caught his breath and stood straighter, but not so much so that the front and back of Bruce's wrist didn't touch the insides of his thighs.

"So you aren't going to deflect, but you are going to be a jerk about it?" he said tightly.

"I have to get my shots in while I'm still able to talk."

It was a full-blown gasp this time, not just the quick, surprised breath of a moment ago; Clark's whole body hitched with it. Then it hitched again, because he'd started to laugh, almost silently. "Oh my god," he said into his hands.

Bruce took advantage of Clark's distraction to unbuckle and remove the other thigh guard without the three-minute argument that every other part of this process had entailed. Clark had been right: the suit didn't fit him. It was particularly obvious on the bottom half, where the waistband hit too high in front and too low in back, and tension folds converged on the groin.

If he bit Clark's thigh now, the layer of non-Newtonian fluid armor in the Batsuit would stiffen between his teeth and neither of them would really get anything out of it. But-- He put his hand on the back of it, high up near the curve of Clark's ass, and Clark stopped laughing instantly. Bruce had seen Clark read pen impressions on a pad with his fingertips; what would he feel, through the layers of technology in the Batsuit, if Bruce leaned in, just like this, and put his mouth to the cord of muscle that had jumped a moment ago with Clark's laughter?

Maybe he felt it, or maybe the visual was enough. Clark made another breathy sound -- oh, fuck. His series of gasps had not been coincidence, or surprise; this was just how Clark sounded when he was aroused, these little voiceless noises, like he was trying to be quiet somewhere not private enough, rather than standing in a soundproof office at the pinnacle of Bruce's corporate stronghold. Whatever else happened here, Bruce would have that forever, to unpack in the dark when he needed it: the sonic reality of Clark Kent anticipating a blowjob. Bruce pressed the heel of his palm against his growing erection and moved his mouth higher, opening it against the kevlar; he tasted Gotham smog and the residue of the detergent he used on the suit, felt the minute tremor of Clark's body on his tongue.

"Do I need to be concerned," he said into Clark's hip, "about what sort of fluids you're leaving on the inside of my life's work?"

"For God's sake," Clark muttered, but his affront wasn't enough to keep him from touching Bruce. It was his bare hand this time, and Bruce was struck, as he always was on the rare occasions when they touched, by the incongruous softness of Clark's skin. Clark had the hands not just of someone who'd never had a hangnail or papercut, but of someone who had never handled farm equipment or punched an asteroid to dust. He made one tentative pass and then a firmer one, stroking back the hair disarranged in this evening's hostage debacle, and finally just let his hand rest on Bruce's head, his thumb at Bruce's hairline. "No, I, no," he said, like he was only half paying attention to his own words. "I don't know what you do when you suit up, but I wouldn't go commando in someone else's vocation."

"That's no guarantee," Bruce said. And then, aridly, "For example, I expect at least these boxers I have on to be a lost cause by the time we're finished here."

Clark bit off a little gasp, and Bruce's cock jumped against his palm in response. Clark must have seen this, or heard it, because his fingers tightened against Bruce's scalp, which sent a shiver down Bruce's neck. This chain reaction could run away with him if they weren't careful.

"I know," Clark blurted, "god, I can smell you."

The shiver walked up Bruce's spine like fingers this time. Everything about this was so goddamn intrusive. Concealing his reactions to Clark so assiduously he didn't even feel them himself has been his way of life, and here they were, in the failure state Bruce had always envisioned, where just being in a room with Clark allowed him to pry into Bruce's thoughts like no one else on Earth could. He needed to control this, he needed to get the lid back on it, but for now the thrill of being able to want Clark so flagrantly bore him along like a river rapid.

He rubbed his cheek against Clark's hip, drunk on honesty, and said, "But you're not quite as interested in that in its own right as you are in hearing me talk about it."

"What? Of course I-- Okay, you know what, are you going to make fun of me or are you going to get -- get on with things?"

"There has technically never been anything preventing you from just undressing yourself," Bruce said, and nosed at the Batsuit's groin protector. Clark definitely didn't feel that, except as pressure on his pelvis, but Bruce heard the breath flutter in his throat anyway. Would Clark's erection feel like a human's? More rigid, maybe. It must be passably humanlike in most respects, or Clark would have warned Bruce by now, if only to manage the likelihood and timing of that particular sort of rejection. Or maybe he assumed that Bruce wouldn't be doing this at all if he weren't prepared to put his mouth on whatever might be inside that cup with very little hesitation -- that Bruce would have already thought these possibilities through. That was presumptuous, but accurate.

Clark's hands went to the waistband like they had at the start of all this, then hesitated; either the sight of Bruce parting his lips and letting his teeth just brush against the cup had stopped him, or he was stymied for a way to hustle Bruce along. Politely hurrying up a blowjob was a skill Clark probably had not needed to cultivate. He was so careful of other people physically, he'd never just yank down the bottom half of the Batsuit and shove his cock into Bruce's face, though -- Bruce's heart rate spiked and he made no effort to pull it down to normal -- that would not be awful. And what reason did he have to know how much he could accomplish just by leaning into Bruce, pushing back against him instead of accepting his attentions with still politeness, or by slipping his fingers into Bruce's mouth until the temptation to have more of him there was too great to resist?

Bruce swallowed audibly. Jesus, it was working and Clark hadn't even had to do it. He took his hand off himself and reached up, hooked his fingers through the waistbands of the Batsuit's bottom half, the undersuit pants, and -- sure enough -- whatever cotton item Clark had on beneath that. Bruce put his mouth to the sliver of skin that appeared where the Batsuit gave way; Clark inhaled shakily, and Bruce felt the tension and release in the muscles of his stomach. He tasted unremarkable, quite a bit less sweaty than someone just coming out of the suit should have been.

The waistband would only come down a couple of inches, only relinquish that much of Clark's skin to Bruce's mouth, before he had to involve his other hand to get it down past Clark's hips. Those first few inches were always the most difficult, and doubly so on a body the suit didn't quite fit; but the suit gave Clark up, and all at once Bruce had Clark's bare ass in his hands and the curve of Clark's freed cock bumping his jaw. His stubble would have been no great fun for anyone else, but maybe the texture or the pressure worked for Clark, who jerked his hips forward just a fraction and then made an obvious effort to relax. Bruce sought him out blindly, until his lips touched soft hot skin, and slipped his mouth over the head.

FILL: Convergent Evolution, Bruce/Clark, Clark in the Batsuit [2/4]

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Let's pretend that DCEU Clark's powerset jncludes tactile telekinesis. Would love to see him teasing Bruce with it, or maybe using it to fuck Bruce while Bruce is fucking him.

Since she's "daddy's little monster" ... Go as filthy and fucked up as you like with this ship.

don't get me wrong, i don't mind omega bruce or clark.
i just want to see the two of them get competitive in bed.
whoever tops doesn't matter to me, as long as they're both enjoying themselves, taunting each other with lines like, "who's your alpha?" and, "you fuck like a beta."

TLDR: bruce and clark are both alphas, very competitive in bed

Bruce/Clark, Clark is permanently depowered

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GQ Edwards/Rick Flag, Submission Kink, Dub-Con, Power Play

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Harley/Griggs, Rick- Abuse of Authority, self-starvation, forced-feeding, noncon

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Bruce/Clark, orgasm denial

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Clark/Harley/Bruce: Clark and Bruce Stand up for Harley

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Bruce/Gotham, possession, fuck or die

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Clark/any, strength kink, size kink, gentle sex

Diana/Lois, rope bondage

Alfred/Bruce, D/s, blowjobs, (+ suit porn)

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Alfred/Bruce, spanking

Bruce/Dick, sex ruined everything (Jason ruined the rest)

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Clark/Bruce; Ballroom Dancing, Sexual Tension

Bruce/any or GEN, suit porn (white tie)

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GEN or Bruce/Clark, crack!AU, Bruce recovers from trauma with addiction

Bruce/Clark, suit porn, Superman in black/white tie

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Harley/Katana, dom/sub

Tim/Kon (inspired by their comics versions, not the cartoon ones)

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Bruce/Clark, flying sex

Bruce/Clark, orgasm denial

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Bruce/Clark, Clark impersonates Batman or Bruce Wayne

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Joker/Harley, daddy kink

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