dceu_kinkmeme | DCEU Prompt Post #1

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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?

Fair warning: nobody is going to have sex in this story, in all likelihood. It's mainly about Bruce using pheromones/cyclical sex drive expectations to manipulate the perception of his public persona, but it definitely takes place in a pretty chill omegaverse. Also, there's a little bit of insecurity on Clark's part because Kryptonians don't have the same kind of cyclical sex drive as humans.

Takes place at some undisclosed point in the future when Clark has returned to the world of the living and there aren’t any large-scale disasters for the Justice League to deal with. While the focus is on Bruce and Clark, there’s some past/background Lois/Clark and Bruce/others, which I hope is okay with the OP. (And for the record, I have nothing against Cat Grant! I just like the idea that she and Vicki Vale might have a kind of “rivals who bang” thing going on.)
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Clark shouldn't be in Gotham and he knows it. Batman issues aside, high society isn't his beat.

But Cat's covering a movie premiere in New York, so she can’t make it. Ron gets offered the event next, on the grounds that there will be aspiring politicians in attendance. But with election season heating up, there's enough substance for his column without having to grasp at shadows. In the end, Perry foists the assignment off on Clark, grumbling that he'll still be likelier to make the minimum word count for this than he does for sports.

“And if you mention the Gotham Bat even once --” Perry simultaneously narrows his eyes and raises his eyebrows. It’s not an expression that should fill Clark with inherent foreboding. (And yet…)

So Clark puts on his second-best suit and tries not to think too hard about the loss of his best suit. (It was irreparably damaged during the whole ‘coming back to life’ incident.) He takes the ferry over to Gotham and then a bus to get him within a few blocks of the Orchard Hotel. He could reasonably take a cab instead and mark it down as a work expense, but he doesn’t. There’s something very appealing about taking things at their own pace rather than always looking for the most efficient way.

When he approaches the hotel on foot, though, Clark really wishes he had taken that cab. Everyone else is getting out of expensive cars, turning keys over to a valet or telling their drivers when to pick them up. There’s a man at the door checking invitations. Clark would call him a bouncer, but he doesn’t look like he was chosen on the basis of his ability to handle physical altercations. His power lies entirely in his stare: in the ability to silently remind people of their own insignificance. Clark, meekly showing his press pass, wonders if the man is some kind of meta-human.

Once inside, he tries to make the best of it. Get a few good quotes, jot down contact info from people in the nonprofit organization hosting the event for follow-ups, eat some free hors d'oeuvres. It's not his beat, and it's not what he's best at, but he knows the drill. He’s a little more laid-back than he would be if he were covering something more in his own line of interest, but in his defense, it doesn’t seem to be high on anyone’s list of priorities. Perry didn’t even bother to send a photographer to accompany him. He’ll be relying on his cell phone and whatever official photos he can get after the fact from his new contacts in the nonprofit. Clark makes the rounds and gets more than enough material for a 700-word article in the first 45 minutes. After that, he scopes out the routes that the servers are making through the room, and stands at their most significant intersection, to maximize snacking.

He sort of hopes that he'll see Bruce somewhere in the glittering crowd. If nothing else, it would break up the monotony.

He says as much to Vicki Vale, who has apparently used her keen intellect and investigative skills to come to the same conclusion re: the best spot for hors d’oeuvres. She looks him over, as though deciding whether he's serious.

“I figured he owned the hotel,” Clark says. He doesn’t actually think so. The Orchard Hotel doesn’t seem like Bruce’s style: potted palms, marble floors, brass fixtures. It has the kind of old-fashioned grandeur that he assumes Wayne Manor once had. And that, of course, hasn’t been rebuilt.

“Bruce Wayne doesn’t actually own all of Gotham,” Vicki says drily.

“No,” Clark says. “Just about two-thirds of it, if I’ve estimated right.”

Vicki cracks a smile. “Can I quote you, Mr. Kent?” she teases.

“Absolutely not,” he says with mock-seriousness. “Let’s keep this strictly off the record. Honor among journalists and all that.”

“Well, if we’re keeping this confidential --” She pauses to pluck a tiny skewer of roasted vegetables from a passing tray. “I’m just glad the Planet sent you tonight instead of Cat Grant. Good lord, isn’t she insufferable?”

“She’s better at this kind of thing than I am,” Clark says, choosing to sidestep the question.

“Oh, it clearly isn’t your first rodeo,” Vicki says. She discreetly deposits the knotted bamboo skewer, now stripped of its former contents, into one of the potted palms. “You’ve done charity events before. Just not over in Gotham.”

“And not in this tax bracket,” Clark says. “I get sent to cover small-scale local stuff. Communities banding together to support someone down on their luck.” Some tiny shrimps on avocado toast pass him on the right, but he would need to use super-speed to grab one, and he’s not that hungry. “I enjoy it,” he adds as an afterthought.

“Of course you do.” Vicki’s smile reappears around the edge of a nearly-empty glass of sparkling rosé. There’s lipstick on the glass, but her makeup still looks perfect. “Fresh-faced all-American boy like you. I bet you cover school board meetings, too.”

“Sometimes,” Clark says. He finds himself smiling back. “And I always vote in favor of the district budget, for what it’s worth.”

“You’re something else,” Vicki says. “A breath of fresh air. And since you’ve improved my night so much, I’ll let you in on what every Gotham reporter already knows: Bruce Wayne isn’t here because he’s at the high point in his cycle.”

“Um,” Clark says, because he can’t think of an appropriate full-sentence response.

“You can set a clock by it,” Vicki goes on. “I don’t know if it’s a heat or a rut, but that’s not what matters. He’s taken people all across the alignment spectrum to bed.” Her glass joins the skewer at the base of the potted palm. “Me included, but I’ve also fucked Cat Grant, so I’m obviously a cheap date.” Clark is very glad not to have grabbed a shrimp toast. He’d be choking on it by now. “I’d put my money on him being an omega just because he always smells so good to me, but that could also be his taste in cologne.”

“Oh,” Clark says.

“Too much information?” Vicki says. Clark makes a little noncommittal noise. “Like I said, it’s not exactly a secret. I didn’t think it would embarrass you.”

“I’m not,” he says. “Embarrassed.”

“We can talk about something else,” Vicki says. “What’s the latest gossip over at the Planet? Is Lois Lane gunning for another Pulitzer?”

This is not actually an easier subject.

“Probably,” Clark says. “She’s doing the foreign correspondent thing again.” They talk on the phone a couple times a week, and he’s been to visit her a couple of times, but they are formally ‘on a break’ right now. They both have some things to work through. It’s hard holding her at arm’s length when he’d rather be holding her in his arms (cheesy as that sounds), but it’s what she needs. It’s probably good for him, too. That doesn’t mean he has to like it.

“And who’s Cat seeing these days?” Vicki says. She seems only half-interested in her own question. She looks around suspiciously: the catering staff has started giving them a wider berth.

“That I really don’t know,” Clark says. “I try to stay out of her business.”

“Even if she doesn’t stay out of yours?” Vicki says.

“No comment,” Clark says stuffily, returning to mock-seriousness.

“Smart man,” Vicki says. “I’ve got to talk to Mr. Ramanathan again before I go, but I think I’m going to head out soon. Do you want to come with me?” Clark hesitates; Vicki notices. “My intentions are honorable, I promise. Or, well. A little dishonorable, but not in the way you’re worried about. My editor liked some of the Bat stuff you wrote a while back, and I want to pick your brain.”

“I actually had someone I was hoping to see tonight before I go back to Metropolis,” Clark says. A few minutes ago, that was true, but now he’s not sure if he should be seeking Bruce out. If Vicki’s right (and she very well might be, because she’s known Bruce Wayne longer than he has, even though she doesn’t know Batman), it wouldn’t be a good time. Bruce wouldn’t want to see him, even if he isn’t… otherwise occupied.

“Then I’ll take a rain check on talking shop,” Vicki says. She shakes his hand, which seems oddly formal, given their recent topics of conversation. “And be safe out there. You’re not in Metropolis anymore.”

“Did you actually know I grew up in Kansas, or was that joke accidental?” Clark says. Vicki winks and heads off toward the PR manager of the nonprofit.

Outside it’s quieter, but not quiet. Even Old Gotham is buzzing at night. He picks a direction and starts walking, trying not to look too much like a tourist. And he starts listening, opening himself up to sounds for blocks around, on the off chance --

North, near the river. Near a quieter area that must be Robinson Park.

It’s not that he hears Batman’s voice, but there’s a certain density of sound that marks altercations. And this is a very dense area of sound. He focuses, walking faster. (Not fast enough to attract notice, though Clark’s debating whether he should duck into an alley and take off from there. It’s a more complicated consideration than it would be in Metropolis. You can never be sure of what you might find in a Gotham alley.)

It’s a big fight, but not a disorganized one, and getting quieter by the minute. Batman is out and about and doing his job with no apparent difficulty. Clark pauses to consider again.

Lois always worked through her heats. She’d drink a lot of coffee and get irritable. Traditional wisdom said that alphas got irritable and omegas got clingy if they ignored the high points in their respective cycles, but traditional wisdom also regarded heats and ruts as biological imperatives rather than biological suggestions, so Clark had never put much value in that way of thinking.

He does put stock by his own experiences, though. Bruce may not be any less effective, but he’s probably going to have an even lower tolerance for being bothered unnecessarily than usual. And he usually has zero tolerance for that. Clark does not relish the idea of whatever a negative value for nonsense-tolerance would be. He suspects it might involve getting dropped out of the bat-plane (or whatever Bruce calls it) over the harbor.

But he is worried. Only a little bit. Probably needlessly. Worse, he’s curious. Working as an investigative reporter has done more to stoke his need for answers than establishing himself as a superhero has. So he makes a decision: let Batman finish his patrol. Let Batman be an unstoppable force, above petty human realities like sexual alignment. Respect the boundary carefully drawn up between Batman and Superman.

There isn’t the same kind of boundary or territorial contention between Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent, though. Clark Kent can pay a visit, discreetly, and Bruce Wayne can decide whether or not he wants to say he’s at home.

Alfred is awake when Clark gets to the lake house. He must sleep as little as Bruce. That realization is slightly terrifying in and of itself.

“League business?” Alfred says crisply.

“Just a social call,” Clark says. He finds himself smiling sheepishly, apologetically. Alfred has that effect on him. “I was in Gotham for my day job.”

“A bit after office hours, isn’t it?” Alfred says.

“I was covering an evening event,” Clark says. “I spent some time talking to Vicki Vale.”

“Ah,” Alfred says, a little too knowingly. “Chasing a rumor, then?”

“No, no, totally off the record,” Clark says. “I just wanted to check in.”

“This is a conversation you’re better off having with Master Wayne, I think,” Alfred says. “Can I get you a drink while we wait?”

“Water would be great,” Clark says. He knows better than to try to refuse out of a misplaced sense of politeness. Alfred is not at all intimidated by the Last Son of Krypton and will absolutely stare him down until he asks for something. It’s not difficult to imagine Alfred wrangling a younger version of the World’s Greatest Detective. It’s also not hard to tell where Bruce got some of his force of personality.

They make what passes for small talk. Clark talks about working at The Daily Planet, because he doubts Bruce would bother to brief Alfred on his civilian life now that he’s not considered a threat to humanity; Alfred talks about the challenges of constantly tweaking complex pieces of engineering without sacrificing functionality. He also sort of talks around the difficulties attendant on assisting Batman -- complaints through omission more than anything else. He never lets himself slip quite into bitterness. Clark thinks this is his own small way of defending Bruce: maintaining the façade of perfect functionality, assigning any dissatisfaction or worry to details rather than something deeply troubling in the big picture.

A pleasant chime sounds somewhere in the house. It could be a high-end kitchen timer going off -- except, at close to three a.m., it isn’t. Alfred stands up, and Clark follows suit.

“Should I wait up here?” Clark says.

“Oh, I think you’d be waiting a long time,” Alfred says. “He runs himself ragged when he has this kind of time to himself. He may well sleep in the Cave tonight.”

Clark feels a pang of concern, but doesn’t want to overstep more than he may have already. If they’re meeting in the Cave, it won’t just be a conversation between Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent. Even if Clark isn’t there as Superman, Bruce will be in full Batman mode. It feels like even more of a transgression.

“Am I allowed down there?” Clark says. “I mean, did he give me clearance?”

Alfred smiles wryly. “You’ve been in the Cave before, Master Kent. Whether or not you’re wearing a cape is immaterial.”

Well, okay, that’s fair.

Ooh, intriguing! *(patiently) waits for more*

Oh, this is interesting, I'm really enjoying this so far. I'm not a fan of A/B/O as it's usually written, but I always love people trying something different with it. I am a bit sad that there won't be any Bruce/Clark (I'm not the OP, though), but I still like where this is going and I'm looking forward to the next part and how that meeting between Bruce and Clark will go. Thanks for sharing. :D

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!

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.

Well, to be fair, there will be hints of potential Bruce/Clark, but I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up re: sweeping romance or sexual content! They're each starting to be aware that they could be attracted to the other, but nobody's going to do anything about it for a while yet. ...And I should probably save my justifications on shipping until the next part, which actually includes Bruce & Clark interacting, haha.

I'm also not a huge fan of how a/b/o fic is usually written. (Not judging anyone who's into it; different strokes for different folks, etc etc.) That hasn't stopped me from trying to write it in the past, though only ever anonymously -- I invariably wrote a/b/o fic where everyone struggled against gendered expectations and no one had sex, which was generally not what people wanted, so those fics got left unfinished. I think that I do have the drive to finish this one because the request was specifically for nontraditional (and more chill) a/b/o. I'm less worried about failing to satisfy readers, which is a weight off my mind.

In the past, a lot of the appeal of the trope for me (as a trans person) was a way to write about trans issues in a way that might be more palatable for a non-trans audience. I'm not totally sidestepping that here, but because of the nature of the prompt, it's less about the immense difficulty of being defined against your wishes by your specific reproductive systems, and more about the ideal agency of getting to decide whether it matters at all, and being able to control the conversation around your own gender and sexuality. Though even that isn't necessarily the focus of the fic.

Anyway. This is probably more information than is strictly necessary. I'm glad you're enjoying the fic so far, and I hope the rest lives up to your expectations!

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Ahem. PERHAPS YOU'D LIKE SOME ACTUAL WORDS TO GO WITH THAT. I am also not the OP, anon, but that did not prevent me from enjoying this enormously! I'm loving the casual angle, a/b/o as more worldbuilding than trope and the exposition so easygoing and backgrounded. Clark's awkwardness over this alien experience - as it were - and the tug-of-war between being concerned over Bruce and being concerned about crossing a line is great and feels very him to me. Awesome start!

Thanks! The next part should be up within the next few days. I appreciate your patience.

Thanks so much! I have this thread bookmarked as "chill omegaverse" and am doing my best to keep that as the fill's philosophy, haha. I'm glad that the exposition didn't feel heavy-handed. And I'm extra glad that you like the way I'm writing Clark -- I'm a lot more familiar with the various Batman canons than Superman ones, so I was a little worried about writing Clark as the central character. Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy the rest, too!

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!!!

Wait, so you mean WARY(feeling cautious about), not WEARY(tired of)? Because I was really confused as to why Clark would really want it if he was tired of it.

Lol, yes! Wary, not weary. Sorry for the confusion /esl nonnie

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Also, let's be real, no one in their right mind would grow tired of Bruce's cock, least of all Clark :D

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

Hi Anon! I really like this prompt and am interested in filling it! But first I have a couple of questions :]

could you elaborate a little on any ideas/suggestions you have for the fic?

also, do you have a preference for setting, as in, before, after, or during the events of the movie?

as far as dub-con goes...how aware is rick of gq's feelings? does he think gq actually wants him, or is he getting off on gq not wanting him like that, but obeying him anyway?

thxs! xx

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.

Yay, I'm so happy this actually got a response and some interest! Also, sorry for the late reply, I've been away and this was wonderful to come back to.

I was thinking that it would occur around the time just before they leave for Midway City. I hadn't really though about what initiates Rick's interest, perhaps he needs to releave some tension? I basically just want him to confront GQ and tell him to bend over. I think this makes sense...?

As for the dub-con part, I was thinking that Rick doesn't care too much for GQ's interest or consent. GQ isn't really into it but does it because he's a good solider. In the end, he ends up kind of enjoying it.

I'll give you free rein to be honest. You don't need to follow this to the tee, I'm just happy someone has taken interest! Thank you :)

Hey, just wanted to stop in and apologize for the delay in updating. A few things have come up unexpectedly in the past week, and they've kept me pretty busy -- including some freelance journalism, which I haven't done in a while. (When assignments are very boring or I mess something up, I get to ask myself "has this happened to Clark Kent?" and I always decide that the answer is yes.)

Good news: I should be free to work on this again within the next few days. Sorry again for the long wait!

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.

DCEU Prompt Post #1

Re: Bruce/Clark - Roman AU

Bruce/Clark, chest petting

FILL: "subterfuge" 1/? (probably 2 or 3), Bruce & Clark, less crappy omegaverse

Re: FILL: "subterfuge" 1/? (probably 2 or 3), Bruce & Clark, less crappy omegaverse

Re: FILL: "subterfuge" 1/? (probably 2 or 3), Bruce & Clark, less crappy omegaverse

Bruce/Clark, "just the tip"

Re: Bruce/Clark, "just the tip"

Bruce/Clark, Clark is permanently depowered

Re: FILL: "subterfuge" 1/? (probably 2 or 3), Bruce & Clark, less crappy omegaverse

Re: FILL: "subterfuge" 1/? (probably 2 or 3), Bruce & Clark, less crappy omegaverse

Re: FILL: "subterfuge" 1/? (probably 2 or 3), Bruce & Clark, less crappy omegaverse

Re: FILL: "subterfuge" 1/? (probably 2 or 3), Bruce & Clark, less crappy omegaverse

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

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

Re: Bruce/Clark, "just the tip"

Re: Bruce/Clark, "just the tip"

Re: Bruce/Clark, "just the tip"

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

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

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

Bruce/Clark, orgasm denial

Re: Bruce/Clark, orgasm denial

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

Re: FILL: "subterfuge" (a note from the writer!anon)

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