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DCEU Prompt Post #1
Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!
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FILL: Vogue Le Magazine (3/3) Bruce/Clark, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation
(Anonymous) 2016-07-11 09:53 am (UTC)(link)Clark had left, but to Bruce’s surprise, he hadn’t actually taken the tension away with him. An hour later, and Bruce’s emotions were tuned up to an impossibly high key. Every toss or turn in the bed brought the screaming friction of the cotton against his skin. His body screamed its need for release.
Bruce lay naked on his bed, turned on his side to face out across the lake.
He watched as the pre-dawn glow spread its rosy fingers across the sky. Another unwanted emotion overcame him – a despondency mixed with the sour kind of humiliation that had nothing to do with pleasure.
What was he doing?
He had worn the armor of the Bat in front of his his best friend and he had been aroused in front of him, and because of him. He had the most intense orgasm of his life because Clark had disapproved of the reputation he had painstakingly created for himself--even if that story hadn’t been true, so many similiar to that one was. Had been. Especially before he’d accumulated distinctive scars from Gotham’s most infamous criminals.
He had crossed so many lines tonight. Was he going to cross one more?
Bruce had no control over himself tonight. The pleasurable burn of submission teased in his body, one that promised satisfaction beyond pleasure if allowed himself to give in to desire, rather than be broken by it. Give in to the shame of having desires at all.
Exposed in an entirely different way now, Bruce gently lowered himself onto his back, let his legs fall open on the sheets. He slid his hand down to stroke his hip, fingers dancing away from where he wanted them to be.
It was one thing to be the Bat and Bruce Wayne where anyone could discover; it was another order of magnitude to be exposed to Clark as the unfamiliar, lustful creature wearing Bruce’s face and the Bat’s black garb. Bruce felt the twinge of disgust and delight, wrapped so tightly around each other that he couldn’t tell one from the other, and the small thrill as he brushed the back of his hand across his straining erection.
He allowed himself to pretend.
Did you touch yourself to those pictures, Clark? Did you see my moment of absolute shame in the living room, and get hard, Clark? Did you feel how humiliating it is for me to give in to my desire? Do you know how hard I am for you now?
Pleasure mounted in his body, and he bucked into his touch as his other hand slid down to cup himself. He kept the motion of his hand punishingly slow.
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. No. This was just for him, tonight. He delighted in the feeling of rough skin of his hands against his sensitive organ. The drag of his nails over his abdomen.
It felt good, but he needed more.
Bruce moaned as he picked up the pace. Burned, because he wanted more than this, that he wanted--Bruce fought against himself. He set a punishing motion: down, up, flick of the wrist, down, up...
In the long run, wanting would only lead to difficulties when he knew he’d have to put his emotions away again, sublimate himself in the Bat. And yet--hadn’t that weird in-between creature he’d been ached with the intensity of the Bat? Would it be possible that the Bat could want--could want--
Bruce could feel the way his body tensed for another dry orgasm that he would not find release unless he surrendered this last fight.
Bruce surrendered, giving voice to the shame that smoldered in his core. He started low, barely a whisper, to nothing but his sheets. “If I was the kind of man who--could be that Bruce Wayne from the tabloids--”
He stopped, and threw his head back against the pillow, fighting with himself even in this. Even when the words are for him alone. “I would have been in the grope box at Seven Diamonds.”
Bruce brought a hand up to his mouth and licked a stripe up his palm. He returned it to his cock, and groaned.
“I would have taken off all of my clothes, slipped the blindfold on, and waited on that dais for anyone to touch me.
“And I wouldn’t even have known who they were. I wouldn’t have known whose hands were on my body, they could have been anyone’s, Clark. They could have been yours.”
He choked the confession out of himself. "I want them to be yours."
His cheeks burned in remembrance of of Clark’s face as he recriminated the tabloid’s story--and Bruce by proxy. When he pictured the color high on Clark’s cheeks, as… something… dripped in his voice, and maybe--Clark hadn’t been so clueless at the end? His words had felt like a benediction, his breath against the skin of his neck, tender and controlled.
Good night, Bruce.
It was too much, and not enough; Bruce jackknifed off the bed and came in long spurts that bent his spine.
When he came back to himself, Bruce was aware that he was wetting his lips with his tongue over and over again as he stared out into the lightening sky.
Bruce laid back against the bed, skin now agonizingly over-sensitive to the merest touch, and his body completely spent. A hazy lassitude carried him away into sleep, with the dim realization that tomorrow was going to be a nasty come-down, and one hell of an apology.
As he drifted off, a single image affixed itself in his mind: Clark, half-turned in the sky, wearing a suit & tie, his glasses off, lips parted to say something. An image that Bruce dimly believes to have bubbled out of the depths of Bruce’s id. The god dressed as a man, descending. The only luxury that the Bat of Gotham couldn’t afford, but that he burned to have, anyway.
Bruce's eyes aren't open, so he can't see that it's less a forbidden tableau, and more of a promise of what's to come as Clark straightens his tie, raises his hand, and rests it against the sliding glass wall of Bruce's bedroom without waking him.
Re: FILL: Vogue Le Magazine (3/3) Bruce/Clark, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation
(Anonymous) 2016-07-11 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)The lascivious tabloid opening is amazing, as is Bruce buying a subscription to one of the rags, oh my god! :D BRUCE. All the disgust at himself for almost blowing his secret identity wide open and how that's gotten confused into lust; how his separate personas have all converged at this one point and he hates it but has deeply eroticized it... it's just DELICIOUS.
And then there's Clark, object of his desire, trying with the reality check but only saying exactly the right things to push him over the edge. AND THEN Bruce's monologue as he jerks off, oh my godddd AND THEN AND THEN CLARK. ANON. This has made my day thank you so much! <33333
Old Prince of Gotham is back, and he's making us cry
Damn right, mostly because those photo spreads don't really exist. ;D
Re: FILL: Vogue Le Magazine (3/3) Bruce/Clark, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation
(Anonymous) 2016-07-22 10:16 am (UTC)(link)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
Re: FILL: Vogue Le Magazine (3/3) Bruce/Clark, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation
(Anonymous) 2016-07-22 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)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
Re: FILL: Vogue Le Magazine (3/3) Bruce/Clark, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation
(Anonymous) 2016-07-11 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)I think what I love most about this is the sense you really build of Bruce cracking more and more - that he's got this ridiculous iron control that he's exercising all the time, except really it's more like he's clinging to it, and once it starts to give there's so little he can do about it. I MEAN HNG. *fans self* And then as if that weren't enough, all the glorious physical details and Clark being patient and pushy at the same time, and THAT ENDING, ugh, god, I'm dead. Thank you so much for this, it's just marvelous.
Re: FILL: Vogue Le Magazine (3/3) Bruce/Clark, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation
(Anonymous) 2016-07-22 10:35 am (UTC)(link)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.
Re: FILL: Vogue Le Magazine (3/3) Bruce/Clark, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation
(Anonymous) 2016-07-12 12:09 am (UTC)(link)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
(Anonymous) 2016-07-22 10:38 am (UTC)(link)<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.