dceu_kinkmeme | DCEU Prompt Post #1

"I just want more specificity on 'don't ever'."

"I thought I was very specific."

I love these guys so much. The banter you write for them is pitch-perfect, author-anon.

Also I spent all of this time getting really excited for a Bank Heist, and then you give us something that's so much sweeter/awesomer than Bank Heist, it's Clark Kent being his huge ole kind-hearted self to a random stranger who has even less than usual reason to trust him, and totally winning Nate's trust. I LOVE IT AUTHOR-ANON.

And Bruce totally watched it (from ??? does Bruce have cameras planted on Clark? Hijacking the CC to video-stalk your boyfriend, eh, bat vigilante??). These two are so completely gone for kids in distress, it kills me.

Thank you author-anon, this is amazing. THANK YOU.

PS: an award should go to Bruce not thinking through all possible scenarios. See: getting flung into space by supervillains.

"Where are you digging up these scenarios? Jesus, Clark."

"I dunno, personal experience?"

Hay Bruce, this is one place where Clark's experience might just trump yours. You may in fact need that exception to your rule. You never know when (Lobo, Braniac, another Doomsday, Solomon Grundy, um, a cranky Green Lantern, Sinestro, Eradicator, Cyborg Superman, another Zod, other Kryptonian, Maxima) might just show up to fling you into orbit. You'll learn. <3

I am sorry for how terribly tropey this is, but I have a mighty need for Matches Malone sleazing and hitting shamelessly on an uncomfortable, hapless Clark Kent who's undercover as a stripper (or something similar) because he's investigating a story. Matches just wants to "get to know him better", okay. ;D

Any level of identity porn, whether one or both or neither of them knows who the other one is, is awesome. :D

Oh anon, I ADORE this fill so far. But Clark's quip at the end killed me. It nailed that teasing banter that I love between Clark and Bruce. Fantastic work. <333

YES THIS. NEVER APOLOGIZE ANON, THIS IS JUST GREAT. SORRY FOR THE ALL CAPS BECAUSE I CAN'T STOP YELLING.

Oh, thank you for the reassurance, OP - it's really more about me knowing how prone I am to schedule slip and wanting to be strict with myself about it than me assuming you all will hate me for being late. :) Because that would be silly when YOU ARE ALL SO NICE ♥ And I'm glad to hear Bruce isn't too far off what you were looking for! ~~I'm trying to keep him grumpy, okay, but he keeps flirting with Clark instead /o\~~

And I love how Clark still sees through it

:D Well thank goodness, because god knows I just can't stop rolling around in Clark ~seeing through Bruce's mask~, eeeee. WHY AM I SUCH A CLICHÉ /o\

of course Bruce would understand. And go far easier on Clark than he'd ever go on himself

:DDDDDDDDDD YOU KNOW IT

More seriously: thank you so much for all of this! I know it's kind of a truism that there are some things that are just easier to tell strangers, but I've found that to be true at times for myself and really wanted to show why that would be the case for Clark in this instance. And I'm thrilled to think it worked! :D

IS THERE GOING TO BE SUIT PORN????

<.< >.> I mean, I don't want to oversell you on this by saying yes outright. /o\ I did my best? :D ♥ Thank you, as always, for all your attention and kindness and allcaps, OP, it just makes a fill author's heart sing!

/o\ OH MY GOD, DON'T GET TOO EXCITED

IT'S SUIT EUPHEMISTIC SOFTCORE AT THE ABSOLUTE BEST

/author anon

:D /o\ Oh, thank you, anon - as I said above, it really is more about me knowing my own tendencies once I let myself get inconsistent about updating, haha. seriously I hardly ever finish this many things in a row, this has been very weird <.< >.>

but how can you be a shallow asshole 24/7 in front of Clark? ANSWER: YOU CAN'T

THE MOST TERRIBLE CONUNDRUM BRUCE HAS EVER FACED. :D Because absolutely, on the one hand he is totally trying to make sure Clark doesn't like him TOO much, but on the other hand: still so! glad! Clark's not dead, and so! concerned! about whether being dead messed Clark up, and oh, Bruce. /o\

And thank you so much for all of this, my gosh - once I remembered that image of Clark outside the ship it just seemed too perfect a comparison not to use, and the fact that it was a battle with Zod both times (... well, only sort of Zod the second time, but) just makes it a more appropriate parallel.

:D /o\ Oh my god, you guys, I just hope you aren't disappointed! I said this already above, okay, but WHILE PORN SEEMS LIKE THE WRONG WORD, I REALLY DID TRY. I DID.

:D Haha, I'm glad the change in schedule works for you, anon - it's such a compliment that you would stay up, my gosh, and I'm happy to help you get a little more sleep. ;)

in the process of trying to validate that image of himself Bruce keeps undermining himself

I think one of my favorite things about this is how much sense it makes to me that Bruce would assume Clark will always think the worst of him - and that Bruce is basically always wrong about that. :D So I'm glad you're enjoying that aspect too!

here's Bruce who he can be quiet or bitter or tired around without worrying him OR SO HE THINKS, RIGHT

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD And of course you know Bruce is really FRETTING ALL OVER THE PLACE, and INVENTING THINGS for Clark to sign so he can keep coming to the farmhouse like every single day. OH BRUCE

:D Haha, thank you, anon - as always, so so thrilled you're enjoying this fill, and thank you so much for your lovely comments!

:D I know absolutely NOTHING about nice suits and am not at all confident in my research skills, but I waxed as eloquent about the clothes as I could. /o\ LOOK, I TRIED. WE CAN'T ALL BE SUITPORN!ANON. (And I should also say: if it's not clear what's going on with the cologne here, DON'T WORRY. IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME. Bruce's POV will totally clarify, I just can't switch back to him quite yet.)

Clark's expecting something to prevent this from happening. It's—it's just too ridiculous. He's not actually going to end up at some sort of exclusive Gotham billionaire event, riding Bruce Wayne's coattails past security. Defying physics is easy enough, but some things are still impossible.

Except Mom doesn't stop it. When she steps into the kitchen a minute later and Bruce tells her he's going to borrow Clark for the evening, she just touches his arm and smiles. "Oh, I think that's wonderful," she says, and then, to Clark, "Do you good to get out of this house for a while, honey."

There's no excuse he can come up with, either: Bruce knows perfectly well that Clark doesn't have any other plans, wasn't intending to go anywhere or do anything—

Which, when you think about it like that, maybe means that Mom has a point.

He feels like he's getting away with something, somehow, when he gets in Bruce's car; it's a weird kind of surprise when nobody stops him on the airfield, when there isn't someone waiting inside Bruce's jet to look him up and down and tell him there's been a mistake. It seems like somebody should, like it's just a matter of time before the universe notices that Clark shouldn't be doing this and rights itself.

But he gets in the jet with Bruce, and it takes off instead of stalling. And then Bruce raises an eyebrow at him and says, "Surely Clark Kent always buckles his seatbelt."

"Wh—oh," Clark says, "right." He didn't think the weird fancy seats in here had them, but a little bit of feeling around and his does indeed turn up. He pulls it across his lap—because Bruce is right, Superman doesn't need a seatbelt, but Clark Kent's supposed to be as concerned for his personal safety as anyone.

But he can't quite take the last step and buckle it.

"Bruce, I'm not sure this is a good idea."

Bruce stares at him for a long moment, unreadably, and then glances down at his phone. "Well, Alfred will be sorry to hear that."

Clark blinks. "What?"

"Alfred," Bruce repeats. "Who's in the middle of spending several hours personally herding my tailor through a rush job altering a suit sized for—"

"Are you—kidding?"

"He knew where I was," Bruce says. "He knew why I was asking. And, morbid as it may be, he does in fact have your measurements somewhere." He smiles, and it's the shiny one again, the one with the sharp edges. "We didn't want the coffin to be too small."

He's joking—black humor, it's funny—

(—it's dark, it's dark and he can't see, and it's going to happen the same way it always does, he's going to push and nothing will happen, but he can't not set his hands to the wood—he can't stand it, he can't, he has to get out—)

"Clark."

Clark drags in a breath and opens his eyes—when had he closed them?—and he can see just fine, because there's light all over the place in here. He can see the backs of his hands, the stark straining knuckles of his clenched fists; except only half of them, because Bruce's hand is covering the other half.

"Clark," Bruce says again, so low and quiet and patient he doesn't sound like himself at all.

"Sorry," Clark manages. "I'm—sorry, I'm fine."

He blinks once, twice, and then makes himself look up, and Bruce almost doesn't look like himself either: his face is serious, as calm and still as his tone, a lake without any ripples.

(His eyes are kind of—soft. Clark hadn't really known they could do that.)

"You will be," he says, like him saying it makes it true.

And he's Bruce Wayne, Clark thinks, so probably that usually is all it takes.

He waits another beat, and then sits back, hand lifting away; and his voice is back to normal but his expression is the same when he says, "Trust me, Clark, a little distraction for an evening is just what you need. And you wouldn't want all Alfred's hard work to go to waste, would you?"

And—well, he's not wrong. "No," Clark concedes.

Which is what Bruce expected: he smiles. "I realize it's nothing you haven't seen before," Bruce adds, "but do try to sit back and enjoy the flight."

Presumably Bruce has property all over Gotham—and Metropolis, for that matter—and Clark has no idea exactly where they end up. It's the penthouse of some building that's either a really nice hotel, or else an apartment building so expensive it could pass for a hotel to the eyes of somebody from Smallville; and it's a ridiculous number of floors, but the elevator is astoundingly fast. The outer wall is glass: Gotham at sunset drops away from them like they're flying all over again, red and gold and shadowed.

When it stops, Clark lets Bruce wave him out first and then immediately feels like he should step back in, because he's doing the carpeting a disservice by walking on it. "Um, Bruce, this is really—"

"Ah, Master Wayne," says the voice from over Bruce's phone, and then somebody—Alfred, Clark reminds himself—sweeps into the entryway with a crinkle of plastic, from the garment bag draped over his arm. "And Master Kent! A pleasure to meet you."

"Thanks, you too," Clark says automatically, and then cringes a little at how casual it sounds; but Alfred's smile is warm anyway, so he must not mind too much.

"Apologies in advance for the fit," Alfred says, sounding deeply aggrieved, and then he hands Clark the garment bag: the nicest suit Clark's seen in real life by miles, except maybe for the ones Bruce wears when he comes to the house. "I assure you it is the best that could be done on such short notice—"

"No, please, I'm sure it's fine," Clark says instantly. "It's—it's amazing, really. Thank you."

Alfred's eyebrows rise. "Good lord," he murmurs. "I begin to see why Master Wayne was so—"

"Alfred," Bruce says, so sharp Clark wants to apologize; but then Alfred's used to Bruce, he must be, because he only sighs a little through his nose.

"So sorry, sir, won't happen again," he says, pointedly rote, without looking away from Clark. And then he bows slightly and adds, "You are very much welcome, Master Kent, to the suit and to the suite, and if you require any assistance, please don't hesitate to ask. A selection of matching ties is hanging in the west bathroom."

Alfred, it appears, is a master of understatement. The suit fits perfectly, at least as far as Clark can tell, and the ties aren't alone: there's a shining pair of men's dress shoes, a frankly intimidating selection of colognes in glittering bottles, and an array of cufflinks Clark's a little terrified to put into his sleeves. If he loses one of those down a bathroom drain, he might as well just mail Bruce his first ten new Planet paychecks directly. Sweet Jesus.

(And yet it seems kind of wrong to wear a suit this nice without any. Clark tries to pick the plainest ones, no diamonds or anything, but they're probably still—like, solid white gold or something, God. Clark doesn't even want to know.)

The colognes actually aren't quite what Clark was expecting. They're as well-made as everything else, he's sure, but—but most of them are off one way or another, too many competing notes in one, the musk way too heavy in another. Which might be his nose: he's never been sure whether he has supersmell, too, and it hasn't been an appealing thing to try to test.

He doesn't even have to open any of them. He just stands in front of the line of them and breathes in, and it takes him a moment to pick the scents apart, but none of them are really—

No, wait. Which one is that? He breathes in again and then leans over the row of bottles, but it isn't any of them.

He opens his eyes, frowning, and then glances down at the cabinets below the sink.

The bottle he finds, after about thirty seconds of feeling around, looks pretty much like the others except that it's barely been used. Clark would put it back, but it has been opened. Just not very often. And he's not sure why, because it's nice: subtler, not quite so many moving parts; smoke, Clark thinks, and leather, and something sharper, a bright edge—citrus, maybe?

Even if Clark didn't like it the best, it seems like it's the one he's least likely to go wrong with, light enough that putting too much on won't be a disaster.

In the end, it's the tie that thwarts him. He manages not to fumble the cufflinks into the sink, and the shoes fit just as well as the suit, and he doesn't spill cologne all over his shirt. But the tie—maybe it's because the suit fits so well, but he can't get it to lie right. Either his knots are all coming out lopsided, or else the ruler-perfect evenness of the lapels is just making it look like it.

He blows out a frustrated breath, and listens: he's missed his chance to get Alfred's help without Bruce noticing, it sounds like, because Bruce is already back out by the entryway. Of course, he also probably didn't take fifteen minutes to pick a pair of cufflinks.

Bruce is going to make fun of him, definitely; use the opportunity to flirt, almost certainly.

But odds are he's also going to be able to get the tie tied on the first try.

(Damn him.)

Clark leaves the tie dangling around his neck, half-tangled—not that Bruce needs any help mocking him, but—

But Bruce's smiles so often seem planned, deployed. He could stand to be surprised by something funny a little more often.

And it works: when Clark comes around the edge of the doorframe and says, "Bruce," just a little plaintively, Bruce turns and sees him and for a second just grins, smug and spontaneous.

Then—of course—he lets his eyes wander down Clark, and very, very leisurely, back up—

"At least you know how to clean up all right," Bruce says, and then takes a second glance down toward Clark's collar. "Even if you can't tie a tie."

"I can," Clark says. "That's the thing. I just can't do it up to this suit's standards. I'm pretty sure," he adds, confiding, "that if I'd messed it up one more time, the whole thing would have just crawled off me in protest."

He only realizes how it sounds after it's already come out of his mouth; but it's not his fault, he thinks. Every third thing Bruce says is a come-on. And of course he doesn't mean any of it, but it's—sometimes it's hard not to reply in kind. That's all.

Bruce raises an eyebrow. "Not that I'd mind seeing that," he murmurs, "but let's try to do a little better," and then he steps over toward Clark, a hand already out for the tie.

He's in Clark's space; it's impossible for Clark to not know that Bruce picked one of the colognes he himself had rejected. Doesn't suit him, Clark thinks. It's not awful, it's just—a little too heavy, a little too sweet. He should have chosen something more like the one that was under the sink—

And he's close enough to know that Clark did. His fingertips land, a dashed line of heat just to the side of Clark's buttons, thumb and forefinger catching what's left of the knot Clark was halfway through undoing; and then he breathes in and his gaze flicks abruptly up to Clark's face, eyes dark.

"I found it in the cabinet," Clark says, a little too quickly—he didn't do anything wrong, no one said the cabinets were off limits, and even if Bruce is angry the worst he'll do is tell Clark to leave. There's nothing to be afraid of.

(But Clark's heart is still pounding.)

"I liked it," he adds, and watches as Bruce's jaw inexplicably tenses.

But after staring at Clark a moment longer, Bruce's gaze leaps away again. "Good choice," he says, bland; and then he pauses for a second and curls his hand around the tie, knuckles brushing Clark's collar. "And on second thought—" and he pulls, the hiss of silk like faraway rain— "no tie."

Clark glances down. It's a three-piece suit—is that even allowed? "No tie?"

He looks up again, and maybe he shouldn't have: Bruce is so close, one side of his mouth slanting up, fingers hot at the base of Clark's throat—

Bruce thumbs precisely one button open. "No tie," he confirms, very low, and steps away.

/SLOWLY KEELS OUT OF CHAIR AND LIES ON FLOOR

oh god send help

Bruce's ridiculous cufflink collection. The cologne, AUGH. Is it because Bruce knows it would smell just that little bit toooo good on Clark?

THE TIE. Clark's sheepishness and Bruce immediately smug because he knows what's coming and and and inadvertent innuendo. Bruce tying his tie. BRUCE NOT TYING HIS TIE.

This is 100% absolutely porn jsyk, and also so you know it's my birthday as of 15 minutes ago so a) your timing is impeccable and b) YES THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT.

/suitporn anon ;D

DA but HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUIT PORN NONNY. <33333

Loved the new section, especially the tie dilemma. And then Bruxe caressed his throat and I died.

I am looking forward to Bruce's POV on the cologne. I hope it was under the cabinet for a good reason, like it just being to tasteful for Bruce Wayne (TM), and not something depressing like being the dead Robin's favorite scent.

I've read, I'm pretty sure, all the things you've posted here, silently dying - sometimes actually not so silently, because on occasion a squeak or a HNNG will escape me - but THIS

Bruce thumbs precisely one button open. "No tie," he confirms, very low, and steps away.

THIS IS WHAT COMPELLED ME TO COMMENT because what a delicious image that is

I have loved EVERY single thing about EVERY single piece you've posted, and this one is no different and I would go on in more detail but right now all I can think of is HOLY CRAP THEY ARE GONNA BANG SO SOON ASKLDJASKJDAFDF

thank you for this, this is a thing of beauty, I hope you never ever leave this fandom.

ZOMG YES.

I-m putting my money on it being Thomas Wayne's because I'm terrible and want all the angst.

This is utterly delicious and wonderful! Absolutely suit porn, my dear. <3 I love Alfred and Clark meeting, yesssssssss. This here made me smile so much:
Alfred's eyebrows rise. "Good lord," he murmurs. "I begin to see why Master Wayne was so—"

"Alfred," Bruce says, so sharp Clark wants to apologize; but then Alfred's used to Bruce, he must be, because he only sighs a little through his nose.

And Clark feeling kind of uncomfortable and trying to pick the least ostentatious cufflinks. And the cologne thing! So all the colognes were obnoxious Bruce Wayne colognes and the one in the cabinet is the one Bruce prefers when he's himself? Is that it? Or is it something teribly sad? D: Can't wait to find out, but since I have a thing for Clark smelling like Bruce, I'm kind of hoping it's Bruce preferred cologne.

AND THEN THE TIE THING OR RATHER NO TIE HAPPENING AND BRUCE TOUCHING CLARK'S THROAT OH MY GOD I HAVE THE WORLD'S BIGGEST THROAT KINK AND THIS IS DEFINITELY PORN. SNGDFGLDFGD I AM SO EXCITED. You are the best. <333

/OP

Hnghhhhhh, Clark having an opinion on what would smell best on Bruce, Bruce smelling his(?) cologne on Clark, the tie! :DDDDD \o/

I don't care if it's a/b/o or alien biology, mpreg or not, or who's lactating. I just need some of this kink in my life.

Author!nonny here, and OP I have some questions for you! But first I'd like to re-express my absolute delight about how much you liked this fic. I always aim to please, and I'm VERY happy I fell within your 'YAY YES THIS' mark. <3

It's pretty much a go for a sequel, or at least, more parts to this fic-series. But I have a few questions for you first!

question the first: In this fic, Bruce imagines a public scene. How would you feel about a public scene actually being featured in the fic? I don't want to give away details, but I also don't want to step on any of your "no" boundaries. If it's an enthusiastic yes, great! If it's a tentative "yes", what do you think your personal nope-triggers are? if it's a no, I'll save the idea for another fill. :D

question the second: how sad will you be if I can't write mutually fulfilling porn yet? (it's so hard, i'm taking babysteps).

As ever, your willing and able author nonny. <3

Oh no nonny, I do apologize for that (in the spirit of sorry/not sorry). But I do feel for you. <3

I'd like to say that in the future, I'll be more considerate and space out the fills but I just have this absolutely terrible track record when it comes to finishing my works in progress. I was happy to get this done all at once, and then once it was done, I JUST COULDN'T. I COULDN'T NOT POST IT ALL. It was very flail-y and excited for me, because reasons. (first superbat smut! first posted smut!)

I'm so glad that my Clark characterization worked for you. I (maybe rightly, maybe wrongly), feel like I've got a much better handle on DCEU Bruce, where his faultlines might plausibly appear. I think the Bruce I explore is always canon-adjacent. Not exactly the Bruce we get on screen, but (hopefully) plausible enough that he doesn't seem like a stranger.

Clark on the other hand is so much *throwing things up into the air*. One of the things that I got from the Extended Cut is that Clark is both pushy when he thinks he's right, but in a kind of patient, only semi-confrontational way. Clark is pushy the way that glaciers are pushy; you'll only get hit if you stand still enough for their inexorable crash.

That ending totally killed me too. And the funny thing is that absolutely was NOT supposed to be the ending. It was supposed to be kind of a dour, downer ending, with Bruce just staring out across the lake and feeling his years. BUT THEN CLARK DID THAT THING WHERE HE JUST TURNS UP WHEN YOU DON'T EXPECT HIM, BUT MAYBE YOU NEED HIM MOST.

I was like, "great Clark, thanks. This was supposed to be ONE FILL."

*rolls eyes affectionately*

Thank you for taking the time to comment nonny. <3333 I may not be the greatest at responding to feedback, but this comment (and all of the others) really give me life.

Stop making me cry! D': (Don't stop.)

<333333333

Please don't be bereft nonny (I have no intention of stopping). 8D

Just, wow, I was NOT expecting this reaction to the prompt. It's better than I could have ever hoped for. Thank you. I felt pretty self-conscious throwing this up there (my first published smut D:), and you and the other nonnies absolutely helped me get over that. <33333

And, um, in case you haven't already seen, a sequel/continuation is planned! Just gotta wait for some intel from OP, so I don't trip over their No buttons by accident with this next part.

OMG!! I wish I could write!! We really need more Malone in our live!!!

We have many fics where, after being come back to life, Clark goes visit the batcave.

But when he goes there he see the suit whit the yellow spray.

Up to the autor where to go from here: how he found about the story of Jason, if he ask to someone, if he meet dick....

Please, I need more angst and batman's feels

I can't believe there's gonna be a sequel, you are the best nonnie /big hug :DDD

It's an enthusiastic yes, based on how you approached this first part--where there's an outside catalyst but the significant part is Bruce's internal framing.

(As far as I can tell my biggest 'no thanks' is usually someone being humiliated when they're not expecting it; if Bruce is going into a scene deliberately then that's a-ok. In general though, it's one of those things that's really hard to pin down just exactly when it does or doesn't work. Kinks are weird!)

I will not be sad at all! While mutually fulfilling porn is always lovely, it's by no means a requirement when it comes to a satisfying read, for me at least <3

/spins you around :DDD

You are absolutely welcome, OP! I had a pretty zen time painting it. It's been a while since I have so lovingly rendered a boner :p

And I only noticed after staring at this for a few minutes that Bruce is fucking him
Surpriiiise :P The needles had to be front and center, so I pushed that to one side. It has nothing to do with not wanting to draw feet, honest >.> I'll probably post it up on tumblr this weekend since I have a few more bits to go up as well, just keep an eye on the superbat tag! <3333

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