dceu_kinkmeme | DCEU Prompt Post #1

Split personality, extreme compartmentalization, whatever, Bruce Wayne has no knowledge of his own activities as Batman.

Clark snorted. It would be braver of him to share what he actually wanted from Bruce--he'd asked for it slow and gotten it slow, so Bruce was receptive if nothing else--but he was curious to learn what it was that Bruce might want from him. He'd heard the rumors, the gossip, the lurid tabloid recountings but it would be naïve of him to believe everything he read.

It could be that, after everything, Bruce still harbored a desire to have Superman at his mercy. Clark's only complaint was that this was plan B.

Though one thing he was certain of, Clark thought, as Bruce edged back and unfastened his slacks for him, tugging them down with brisk efficiency, was that Bruce wasn't much of a romantic. No murmured endearments, no tender caresses, just his hand splayed over the tented cotton of Clark's boxers, applying the same clarity of purpose to this as he did anything else he was serious about.

It was intense, to be touched like this by a man like him.

The tape over Clark's mouth began to turn slick and warm. His breath came faster as Bruce pulled the waistband of his underwear down under his balls and gave him a studious once-over.

"Hm. I had wondered," Bruce began, then thankfully changed his mind about sharing what mysteries he'd thought Clark had stowed in his pants, and leaned over to open his nightstand drawer instead. He returned upright with something sleek and silver in hand.

Clark raised his eyebrows. It wasn't as though he'd never seen a vibrator before, just that he'd never considered them a thing for… well. For guys. Or for him, any more than he'd considered being tied up was for him. A whole new vista of possibilities reeled out before him.

Bruce just raised his eyebrows right back and tucked his hand beneath Clark's shirt. He flattened his palm over his stomach and leaned his weight on him as though to pin him down, which struck Clark as both pointless and ominous.

"It may be a lot at first." Bruce paused. "I think. I don't know if it'll be the same for you." He stroked along Clark's perineum with the vibrator--it was cool, smooth, innocuous--rested it longways behind Clark's balls, and turned it on.

It felt as though an electric current had been run through him. Every muscle in Clark's body locked tight. Blood went storming to his face and his dick, and it was only the vague awareness that he shouldn't tear the duct tape that kept him from arching completely off the bed. It crinkled and stretched as his muscles locked taut. A stifled hiccup of a gasp escaped him.

"Wow," Bruce said under his breath and ran his hand over Clark's abdomen. His fingers traced the geometry of his tensed muscles from sternum to navel, and then he took the vibe away. "That answers that."

Clark collapsed back into himself. "Hhngnh," he informed Bruce, and accepted with equanimity that he'd probably have made the same noise without being gagged. His dick twitched and trickled precome onto his stomach.

"I'm going to touch you with it again," Bruce said, low and urgent as though informing Clark that he was about to disarm a bomb, and with a glimmer of the same eagerness. He got between Clark's knees, pushing his legs apart and running his hands up the inside of his thighs. "Longer this time. Don't break anything."

Clark felt him slide the vibrator back into place, nudging up behind his balls again. His body anticipated what was about to happen; his thighs tremored and clenched tight. He remembered, inexplicably, the kryptonite spear at his face.

Bruce returned his hand to Clark's stomach, sweeping his palm over his skin before settling. "You're better off relaxing," he said, and clicked the vibe back on.

Easy for him to say. The tape ripped as Clark bucked and twisted. He wanted to bring his legs together and squeeze as though he could contend with the ferocious stimulation that way, but he couldn't even try it with Bruce between his knees. All he could do was breathe frantically through his nose and ride out the involuntary jolt and kick of his muscles.

Bruce lifted the vibe slightly. The unbearable edge retreated and Clark stopped feeling as though he were about to be pummeled into an orgasm. "God," he said, except it was more like, "Hnf."

"Didn't think you'd need such a light touch," Bruce said with feigned disappointment. Even in the state he was in, Clark couldn't miss the color rising in Bruce's face or the way he kept wetting his lower lip. His sweatpants weren't disguising much, for that matter.

Clark would usually have apologized out of habit anyway. He lifted one shoulder and hoped it got the sentiment across.

Maybe it did, because instead of drilling him through another round of erotic endurance, Bruce trailed the vibe along the inside of Clark's thigh and into the crease of his groin. The thrum of its vibrations were pleasant but less immediate, and Clark found that he craved a return to the borderline unbearable intensity of it between his legs; his hips lifted and he pushed against Bruce's hand.

Part of him wondered what Bruce was getting out of this; the rest of him knew perfectly well.

"Oh?" Bruce said contemplatively. "How about this."

He ran one hand up over Clark's hip and encircled the base of his dick so that it stood up instead of lying flat to his stomach. Even that light contact had Clark barely knowing what he wanted from this. To make it last as long as humanly possible. To come as fast as he could, and then make Bruce come, too. If Bruce tightened his grip just a little, stroked up and turned his wrist just right, he wouldn't last long.

Instead, Bruce rested the vibrator across the shaft of Clark's dick.

Clark made an inarticulate noise and arched tight. His wrists pulled forward from the headboard and stretched the tape out thin, but Bruce was too intent on pressing quick teasing touches beneath the head of his dick to be disapproving about his lack of control.

Well, Clark would show him some control anyway. He clenched his teeth and let his breath out in sharp gusts, and relaxed his shoulders back against the headboard. He was steadily dripping precome now; it slid down the length of him and onto Bruce's fingers. It was more than humans tended to produce as far as he'd ascertained, but Bruce spread it around without concern. Maybe he'd be quizzed on it later. That seemed about his speed when it came to pillow talk.

Bruce drew the vibe along his shaft and behind his balls again, devastatingly close to but not quite touching his ass, then back up--and nestled the very tip into the slit of his dick. A column of bliss speared through Clark's body and he bucked helplessly on its impalation, catapulting the vibe from Bruce's hand. It landed on the mattress. The tape around his wrists was a goner for sure this time, and possibly the headboard.

!!!! I WAS NOT ANTICIPATING THREE NEW PARTS ALREADY, BUT WOW I WILL NOT TURN THEM DOWN. :D I love love love the whole kind of charmingly dutiful way Clark's thinking about things in the opening, the predictability of the location and "wait[ing] politely" for the fourth crook to finish up in the john, BLESS. ♥ And I will never, ever get over the absolutely priceless image of Bruce, in all his "glittering ferocity" (seriously, I adore your turns of phrase and choice of words, it is SO GOOD ALWAYS) swaddled in Superman duct tape. :DDDDDDDDDDD BEAUTIFUL ;-; JUST BEAUTIFUL. ILU.

And then it gets better??? YOU'RE A WIZARD, HONESTLY. :D Bruce is so cranky about the rescue, I love it, and of COURSE he does escapology drills, lol forever. ♥ And it IS funny, but there's something so understatedly perfect about this all being so Bruce can retrieve some kryptonite, because of course he's taken on the responsibility of collecting what he can for Clark's sake. And all Clark's fondness spilling over, the dinner banter, MY HEART. Everything about this is wonderful and I'm ONLY ON PART TWO. :D

:DDDDDDDDDD Gold star right off the bat for "epicurean gourmet whatever", anon, I snorted audibly! And oh, man, there's nothing that isn't lovely about takeout and a fire at the lakehouse with relaxed sock-footed Bruce, how wonderfully cozy. ... Which naturally turns into a conversation about escape techniques and glue solvents, and of course impromptu (well, okay, semi-impromptu, oh, Bruce, WHEN DID YOU PUT THAT TAPE THERE) bondage makeouts. OH YOU GUYS. ♥

Seriously, though, I love all the callbacks, the deliberate role reversal, fast or slow and Clark's wayward imagination going to "quick as a gag being ripped off" - and the element of honor bondage in here, because of course it's almost always going to be with Superman, just, hng. *__________* And I just can't even begin to tell you how thoroughly I admire the balance between the humor in the dialogue and the sheer hotness of the descriptions, the TOUCHING and Bruce STARING and the "windfall of pressure", I just. SO GOOD. A+. THUMBS UP.

... So while I have to say I'm a little bit sad that the question mark is gone, I can't get too het up about it, because DAMN. I have tried hard to remain articulate in the face of everything that's great about this fill, but I think maybe all I can say right now is "hhngnh", and I'm not gagged in the least. ;D I just, I mean, everything: Bruce's focus, that Clark wishes this had been Plan A (SO DO I, CLARK), that perfect perfect line about eager intense bomb disarmament, and all the excruciatingly brain-melting sensory details of Clark's involuntary reactions, I just. *waves hands* I. SEE YOU AT PART 5. I WILL BE IN MY BUNK, PERHAPS. :D ♥

The most anticlimactic of kidnapping scenarios! Sorry it's not high-tension, I just figure henchmen spend a lot of their time standing around being bored XDDD

Bruce is like, 70% cranky, the remaining 30% is an act <3

Okay, listen, my favourite thing is super-strong people choosing to be restrained when they could easily break free. Especially when that super-strong person is Clark <3

CLARK COULD GO OFF AT ANY MOMENT. DOES BRUCE CUT THE RED WIRE OR THE BLUE.

Bruce paused. "Too much?" he asked, idly stroking as though he were unaware that Clark was pouring every shred of his restraint into prolonging this. Surely Bruce could feel the deep throb of his pulse beneath his fingertips. Surely he could hear the violent thunder of Clark's heart.

Clark squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed. He'd had his encounters with pain--enough to know this felt nothing like it--yet it held a similar depth of intensity, the impression that he was on the brink of some momentous, or terrible, revelation. It was uncommon for physical sensation to register with him this way, like he wasn't safe inside his own skin. The last time he'd felt like this he'd been with Bruce, too.

He exhaled loudly; the tape held his breath warm and moist against his lips.

"I'll take that as a yes." Bruce eased up on his merciless affection and instead leaned over Clark's chest to carefully peel the tape from his face. He sat back and dismay passed across his face; presumably he'd noticed the state of his headboard. Clark craned his neck to survey the damage. It was looking pretty bent up.

"You know," Bruce said, "I don't know why, but destroying the furniture didn't factor into my plans this evening."

"Make better plans next time."

Bruce shot him a dry look and reached for the vibrator. Some part of Clark registered this as a threat, and he kicked out to send it spinning to the other end of the room. It made an abrasive buzzing noise against the tile then stuttered out dead.

Bruce looked to it, then back at Clark, consternation in the crease of his brow, and everything Clark had wanted to say to him this evening dammed up in his throat. He reached out and took Bruce by one shoulder instead, and the other. Duct tape clung in shreds from his wrists. Bruce turned his face and kissed the jut of Clark's wristbone through its plastic surface, then tore off a strip with a quick, hard yank.

It didn't hurt at all, but a shiver rippled through Clark from crown to heel.

"That wasn't slow," he said, and pulled Bruce down onto him.

Bruce braced himself, eyes closed for a moment, shoulders rising as he took a deep, deliberate breath. "Hold on," he said. He sounded gratifyingly strained, the meditative attitude he'd kept on with finally giving way. He'd stopped pretending there was nothing new in this for him. He reached down and Clark felt him fumble himself out of his sweats, a stamp of heat against Clark's skin that made his breath catch.

He stroked his hand down the back of Clark's thigh and lifted his knee into the crook of his elbow, adjusting the angle as though he were about to push right into him dry.

"Hey," Clark said in mild rebuke. It made Bruce laugh, a low rumble that vibrated against Clark's chest. Clark wanted to laugh with him, that fluttering lightness in his ribcage bursting to be out. Instead he choked on it when Bruce slowly thrust forward and his cock slid into the valley of Clark's hip.

"You were holding back. Under the circumstances, I'm impressed," Bruce said.

Bruce wasn't ungenerous with his feedback. In fact, he'd offer it whether Clark wanted it or not. Usually it gave Clark a frisson of satisfaction when it was positive, a glow of pride, even--but delivered here, like this, it was a depth charge. Clark's hips jerked up; his dick dragged across the contour of Bruce's stomach.

"I wrecked your bed, and your--your toy," Clark breathlessly pointed out.

"But not me."

"That's--that's a good thing. Why do you sound disappointed?"

"No reason," Bruce said, and shoved Clark against the crumpled headboard with long, full thrusts that made the bed thump up against the wall. His cock drew hot friction alongside Clark's; the crest of his hipbone rolled against the back of Clark's thigh. Then he slowed and steadied into purposeful grind, and Clark found himself right back on the edge.

He pressed his fingers into the muscle of Bruce's shoulder, and Bruce grabbed his wrist and slammed it to the mattress, the remains of the duct tape crinkling under his grip.

"This won't hold me," Clark insisted, but at the same time he was chasing the idea that it would, because Bruce was already pinning him with his body and his bare hand and Clark was letting him. He could keep letting him, and never forget exactly how it felt to have the weight of the Bat bearing down on him.

He was pretty sure that shouldn't feature on his hierarchy of needs. He flung his head back and came anyway.

Bruce fell still, relaxing his grip on Clark's knee; Clark immediately dug his heels into the mattress and arched, thrusting between them as he kept on coming. Bruce could probably feel Clark pulsing against the soft skin of his stomach, the hot flood of it.

"I know," Bruce said tightly into his ear, then rolled off and onto his back. Clark watched, rapt, as he curled one hand between his legs and jerked himself with the other, his fingers shining with Clark's come. His mouth was pressed into a tight line, and Clark--he meant to run his thumb across Bruce's lower lip, encourage him to slacken up and breathe and maybe make a sweet sound or two, but as he reached over he knew he wasn't going to do that.

Clark laid the palm of his hand over Bruce's mouth like a gag. Bruce glanced sidelong at him, clenched his teeth and went perfectly still. His breath huffed from his nose over Clark's knuckles, and then he came over himself with a long shudder.

Okay, Clark thought. Okay. He'd be down for a more faithful reconstruction next time, if that's how it was.

Bruce peeled Clark's hand from his face and then flattened him with what felt like a remarkably sincere if messy kiss, and then another that was more considered but no less agreeable. Clark smiled into it, until Bruce shifted over him and things… slid.

He made a face. Bruce made one back at him. "Shower?"

"Yup." Clark picked at the tape on his wrists; it left flecks of gray glue in his arm hair. "And whatever you used to get rid of this."

"Oh, you know what, I am fresh out," Bruce said. He yanked another strip of tape from Clark's skin, then kissed the spot.

So much for aftercare. Clark shoved Bruce over so that he'd slope off and take the first shower, since he didn't seem inclined to get up of his own accord. He stepped out of his sweats and left them in the middle of the floor on his way. Clark stared at them and listened to the white noise of running water, letting his brain loop pleasantly through the afternoon until he caught sight of the vibrator fetched up against the glass wall.

He pulled his pants up far enough to be considered modest to any lurking paparazzi and planted a foot on the floor, leaning off the bed to grab it. If it was broken he could try to fix it, and maybe he'd be let off the hook for reflexively propelling it halfway across the room. He turned it in his hands; the batteries and switch would be in the base--

And also on the base was a bat symbol, molded into the black plastic.

"Unbelievable," Clark said to himself.

"Don't worry about fixing that," Bruce said, naked except for the towel he was using to dry his hair. "I could only get them made in batches. I have dozens of the damn things."

Clark stared at him.

Bruce shrugged. "Want to break some more? I'm free to be kidnapped next Thursday."

***

I don't know how Bruce went downhill in this AU--if he started out that way or pre-film, or if Alfred chose to remain by his side after this fall (doubtful), but the point is that the Bat is an unpredictably powerful, scary and influential figure in Gotham's underworld and beyond--though most 'beyond' can't decide if he's a myth or real, much like canon--whom saves lives or takes them depending on however his mind's working at that particular moment. What's the deal with his Robin (Dick Grayson--Zack Snyder confirmed it) who died? IDK. There's a lot of legroom for you to work with.

But *this* is the point: MoS happens, and he decides his mind is working on hunting down the alien god responsible for the destruction of the Wayne Enterprises building in Metropolis. He's the one getting to the kryptonite first, Lex is aggravated but not backing down from trying to kill the Superman himself. He doesn't connect that Bruce doesn't necessarily want to *kill* the Kryptonian.

Dubcon, noncon, dominance, mindgames. Scouring for anything about Supes' daily life, snooping his secret identity when he finds it out eventually, acting like he's fascinated by everything Clark does and surprised when he behaves just normally. But also not really acting worshipful the whole time -- he's analyzing everything like a xenobiologist and someone readying for murder all the same.

I hope this isn't too incoherently rambly.

The title says it all really.

A singer in metal scene uses growl scarily similar to our cowled vigilant. Might be a coincidence, or maybe Batman saved them once and they styled their singing after him on purpose and are a bit too successful at it for their own good. Either way, it makes them a target of various villains, and Bruce can't leave an innocent civilian in danger. Get as serious or as light as you want but I want at least a few attempts at humour.

Bonus points for the singer being someone completely unlikely, like a petite woman (think Angela Gossow) or a geeky looking scrawny kid (think Negishi Soichi from Detroit Metal City).

Extra bonus points for unrepentant crack.

Christmas shenanigans at the Kent's farm featuring Martha Kent and either the team or just Bruce.

superbat sentinel/guide au!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16648703/chapters/39034475

Barry uses his super-speed to have sex with Diana without her knowing it. From Barry's POV, Diana is pretty much motionless as he has his way with her, but from Diana's POV, she has sudden and powerful orgasms for no clear reason.

Bonus points if Diana begins to suspect Barry is responsible for her sudden orgasms.

An AU of Aquaman where Arthur and Orm are not related.

Orm is appalled when he learns that he is to wed Arthur, the halfbreed son of Queen Atlanna. Arthur has grown up spending time in both land and sea and isn’t too thrilled about getting married either. He’d rather be at a pub. The marriage is to provide Atlantis and Orm’s Kingdom with added security.

When the pair meet, sparks fly but both men stubbornly refuse to acknowledge their mutual attraction to each other. They go through with the wedding and things are hilariously awkward. Maybe Arthur keeps putting his foot in his mouth or Orm’s a virgin when it comes to men and is completely out of his depth. Slowly but surely they figure it out.

Seeing Jason Momoa and Patrick Wilson as a platinum blonde had me thinking of season one of Game of Thrones. So just Arthur and Orm in an AU where they are not related and Orm learning how to please Arthur whose been awkward and distant towards him like Daenerys learned to take charge of her relationship with Khal Drogo.

I can't be the only one who came out of Aquaman shipping these two, right? Since they're both badass fighters, I'd love to see some sparring leading to sex - set any time you like, before, during, after the movie.

I know this is a very late comment, but I really loved this fill! Of course Clark would be so nervous about telling him that he knows, whereas Bruce just assumed he knew anyway.

Arthur looks so good in chains. Orm decides to have some fun with his defeated half-brother.

Before Nereus agrees to letting Orm marry his daugher, he wants to have a go at him first. Orm is fine with that (more than fine, really, although he might not want to admit just how enthusiastic he's about it).

Bonus if they end up fucking regularly because it was just that good.

An alternate take on the final fight from Batman V Superman, where Doomsday is really horny and forces himself on Diana. Diana goes along with it and lets Doomsday tire himself out by fucking her. Doomsday's rough with her, but it's nothing Diana can't handle. At the end of the day, everyone walks away satisfied.

...can I still try to submit a fill for this beauty or is it too late? I can't promise it wont be shitty but...

I'm not the mod or anything, but as long as the post is still open for prompting, I'm pretty sure it's never too late! Go for it. :D

+1

No such thing as too late fills! :D

DCEU Prompt Post #1

Any, Bruce Wayne doesn't know about Batman

[FILL] Bootleg, 4/5 [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]

Re: [FILL] Bootleg, 2/5? [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]

Re: [FILL] Bootleg, 3/5? [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]

Re: [FILL] Bootleg, 4/5 [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]

Re: [FILL] Bootleg, 2/5? [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]

Re: [FILL] Bootleg, 3/5? [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]

Re: [FILL] Bootleg, 4/5 [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]

[FILL] Bootleg, 5/5 [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]

Bruce/Clark: AU, evil!Batman wants Superman

Bruce/Clark: Diana playing matchmaker

Gen or background Bruce/Clark: civilian mistakenly identified as Batman by growl (singing voice)

Gen or Bruce/Clark - Christmas at the Kent's

Re: Bruce/Clark: Bruce and Clark discover they are Guide and Sentinal

Barry/Diana - Speed Sex, dubcon

Arthur/Orm: Arranged Marriage AU

Arthur/Orm: a little Game of Thrones fusion

Orm/Nereus, sparring leading to rough sex

Re: Bruce/Clark, anticlimatic identity porn

Arthur/Orm, chain sex (noncon or dubcon)

Nereus/Orm, testing out the future son-in-law

Diana/Doomsday, rough sex

Re: Clark/Bruce- pin ups, identity porn, muscle worship?

Re: Clark/Bruce- pin ups, identity porn, muscle worship?

Re: Clark/Bruce- pin ups, identity porn, muscle worship?