HOLY SHIT THIS IS GREAT. I am so excited this prompt got filled and in such an amazing way. I want to see the sexy pictures of Bruce's night of drunken debauchery! ;D That entire gossip rag article is absolutely amazing, you should be proud of yourself.
Fists flew, and Bruce has the shiner to prove that a man of his size can still go down like a wet fish. I love this. Of course Bruce Wayne goes down like a wet fish. And the whole general set-up for this is so good. I love how embarrassed Bruce is at first, how ashamed. How his near fuck-up turns him on. How he actually indulges himself in pursuing this whole thing.
The Wayne of Shame, I am crying. :DDDD And then this here, holy shit, it's so beautifully written and perfect and Bruce's whole identity issues: The Bat seethed with the fury of thwarted justice. Bruce felt bitterness seep into his heart like a poison. He knew it was perverse to associate failure with desire, but the very thought of his complete failure of separate Bruce Wayne from the Bat burned within him like shame. The memory of standing on the red carpet as both Bruce Wayne and the Bat for all of the public to see brought him to such a frantic hardness, he didn’t know if he could make it to his bedroom to relieve himself.
AND THEN CLARK SHOWS UP AND THAT DESCRIPTION OF HIM IS SO AWESOME. And awww this here: Clark--who wasn’t exactly his friend, wasn’t exactly his enemy, but sat on his couch on nights when Bruce pushed himself too hard, like he had a right to do it--respected his boundaries. <333333333333
I also love that Alfred actually talked to Clark, and how outraged Clark is by all of this. And Bruce's humiliation kink is just so fucking hot.
He needed to hear that word again in Clark’s mouth more than he needed to touch himself. Unffffffffffffff. And Clark basically talking dirty to him, just kill me, this is too hot. :DDDDD
He stopped when his back was to Clark, on the other side of him, where he didn’t have to see Clark’s condemnation. It was one thing to fantasize it, but he wasn’t prepared to watch the respect die in Clark’s eyes while his emotions were rushing this close to the surface. And then you crush my heart like that! Because of course it's one thing to imagine Clark's disgust for the sake of porn, and another to imagine Clark actually losing respect for him. Oh no. Oh, Bruce. My heart is seriously breaking at how bad Bruce feels for wanting things, for not being in control.
He wasn’t touching himself in the brutally efficient way he treated himself most nights, when he couldn’t deny the need of his body but couldn’t justify enjoyment, either. Stop making me cry! D': (Don't stop.) And aaaaaaaah, that ending! You are so making me want a sequel to this, anon, you have no idea. But this is utterly perfect as it is, it's super hot and super heartbreaking and just so, so good.
Re: FILL: Vogue Le Magazine (3/3) Bruce/Clark, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation
Fists flew, and Bruce has the shiner to prove that a man of his size can still go down like a wet fish.
I love this. Of course Bruce Wayne goes down like a wet fish. And the whole general set-up for this is so good. I love how embarrassed Bruce is at first, how ashamed. How his near fuck-up turns him on. How he actually indulges himself in pursuing this whole thing.
The Wayne of Shame, I am crying. :DDDD And then this here, holy shit, it's so beautifully written and perfect and Bruce's whole identity issues:
The Bat seethed with the fury of thwarted justice. Bruce felt bitterness seep into his heart like a poison. He knew it was perverse to associate failure with desire, but the very thought of his complete failure of separate Bruce Wayne from the Bat burned within him like shame. The memory of standing on the red carpet as both Bruce Wayne and the Bat for all of the public to see brought him to such a frantic hardness, he didn’t know if he could make it to his bedroom to relieve himself.
AND THEN CLARK SHOWS UP AND THAT DESCRIPTION OF HIM IS SO AWESOME. And awww this here: Clark--who wasn’t exactly his friend, wasn’t exactly his enemy, but sat on his couch on nights when Bruce pushed himself too hard, like he had a right to do it--respected his boundaries. <333333333333
I also love that Alfred actually talked to Clark, and how outraged Clark is by all of this. And Bruce's humiliation kink is just so fucking hot.
He needed to hear that word again in Clark’s mouth more than he needed to touch himself.
Unffffffffffffff. And Clark basically talking dirty to him, just kill me, this is too hot. :DDDDD
He stopped when his back was to Clark, on the other side of him, where he didn’t have to see Clark’s condemnation. It was one thing to fantasize it, but he wasn’t prepared to watch the respect die in Clark’s eyes while his emotions were rushing this close to the surface.
And then you crush my heart like that! Because of course it's one thing to imagine Clark's disgust for the sake of porn, and another to imagine Clark actually losing respect for him. Oh no. Oh, Bruce. My heart is seriously breaking at how bad Bruce feels for wanting things, for not being in control.
He wasn’t touching himself in the brutally efficient way he treated himself most nights, when he couldn’t deny the need of his body but couldn’t justify enjoyment, either.
Stop making me cry! D': (Don't stop.) And aaaaaaaah, that ending! You are so making me want a sequel to this, anon, you have no idea. But this is utterly perfect as it is, it's super hot and super heartbreaking and just so, so good.