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DCEU Prompt Post #1
Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!
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FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (24/24)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-26 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)"Hey," Clark says again, even gentler—why, why is he still being gentle?—and he leaves that one hand solid and warm against Bruce's chest but touches Bruce's face, his mouth, with the other.
Bruce obediently falls silent.
"You didn't, you didn't," Clark murmurs, "I'm fine. I'm fine, Bruce. I came back."
Bruce's eyes are still closed, but it doesn't matter. He can feel Clark moving closer, the heat of him as he leans in, the barest pressure behind that hand on Bruce's cheek—and it's the worst idea in the world, Bruce knows that.
But he's never been a particularly strong man. Not in the ways that matter.
He stays where he is and he lets Clark touch him; and when Clark says it again, "I came back," and leans in even further, kisses him, Bruce lets that happen too. It's careful, slow, closemouthed, but Bruce loses himself in it anyway.
He only comes out of it when Clark starts to ease back a little, and then it's—he's utterly without control, mindless, desperate, feeling his own hands come up to grab at Clark; like he has to, before Clark has a chance to get away—
He doesn't realize he's actually started to ruck up Clark's shirt until Clark catches his hands and pulls away, saying, "No, hey, you're still hurt. I don't want to make it worse."
That's what finally makes Bruce open his eyes: that's what's wrong with this picture, according to Clark?
Clark's looking back at him, still close enough that Bruce is breathing his air, and his gaze is nothing but soft, kind. "There's no rush," he says, "okay? There's no rush," and then he—
He kisses Bruce again, a brief gentle brush, and again.
"I mean, I'm still mad at you," he adds, face sober; but then the expression cracks apart into a smile. "Don't get the wrong idea, here. I'm so mad at you," and then he kisses just the corner of Bruce's mouth, his cheek, like he can't help it. Like he wants to. "But I think we can wait on trying out make-up sex until nobody has any broken bones. Just—talk to me. Please. Just talk to me."
Make-up sex with broken bones would be easier. But Bruce doesn't tell him that.
He takes a slow breath, instead, and braces himself. And then he says, "What do you want to know?"
For a long moment, Clark just looks at him. Bruce can't begin to guess what he's thinking. That he would touch Bruce at all, that he shows every sign of expecting to keep doing it, so far exceeds Bruce's expectations that they're completely off the edge of the map. What he wants to ask first—where to begin. Whether it's even worth the effort to try; whether he can believe any answer Bruce does give him—
But Clark doesn't get up and go, and he doesn't change his mind. He hitches himself further onto the bed, and says, "How about I tell you the best guess I have, and—" He hesitates, and then smiles again, and slides one hand up over Bruce's mouth: just the way Bruce had done to him, when he'd come to the penthouse wanting to talk about being Superman. "Nod or shake?"
Bruce nods.
Clark's mouth quirks; and then all humor drops off his face. He wets his lips, opens his mouth, closes it again. And then he says, tentative, "You were—different, that one night."
He doesn't have to specify further.
Bruce nods.
"Were you—" Clark hesitates and bites his lip. "You were thinking about it, weren't you?" he rephrases, slowly. "About telling me."
It takes Bruce longer than it should; but Clark's patient, watching him without frustration, hand gentle against Bruce's face, and in the end Bruce nods.
"And then," Clark adds, gaze sliding to the middle distance, clearly thinking it through; except all at once his eyes leap back to Bruce, wide, sudden comprehension blooming bright across his face. "Oh," he says, hardly more than a breath, and closes his eyes, shakes his head, before looking at Bruce again. "Oh," he says again, and then, very quietly, "I understand."
Bruce hadn't realized how much he'd tensed up, the ache in his side throbbing sharp, until it all drained out of him.
"And—Bruce Wayne has bad taste in cologne," Clark murmurs.
Bruce nods.
Clark's gaze turns intent. "But you don't."
Bruce doesn't move. He can't let himself go tense again, Clark will feel that; except his heart kicks up, out of his control, and no doubt Clark can hear it. It's—too much, too close—
"Never mind," Clark says, "never mind," soothing, like he's talking to something small and scared instead of the man who tried to kill him. "It's okay. I know the answer now."
He smiles, deliberate and careful, the barest curve of that generous mouth. When he speaks again, his tone's lighter—deliberately so, Bruce thinks, easing out of dangerous territory.
"Just one more thing, then."
Bruce raises his eyebrows.
"And you have to tell me the truth," Clark warns, before narrowing his eyes. "Do you even play polo?"
Bruce looks at him very seriously and nods.
Clark huffs a breath out through his nose, half a laugh, and grins. "Really?"
And that requires a better answer: Bruce reaches up and eases Clark's hand off his mouth, just far enough to let him say, "Of course. It's good for your balance, your reflexes, your aim. Essential part of Batman's training regimen—" and that's as far as he gets before Clark drowns him out, laughing.
The sun wakes Bruce.
It's crept around the edges of the drapes, and the narrowest sliver is falling right on Bruce's face. And he blinks into it, braced—but it doesn't hurt his head at all.
Nothing hurts, in fact. He's been sleeping on his back, mostly, but he's on his side right now; the uninjured side, of course, and he can force that good old ache to rise up in the other one if he shifts. But lying still—he feels almost normal.
And once he blinks the white-gold blaze away, he sees Clark.
They had talked for a little longer while Bruce had worked his way through the tray Clark had brought up; not about anything of genuine consequence, but it hadn't felt like wasted time. And then Bruce had started to fall asleep—it was far too easy to do, on a bed with Clark—and Clark had told him that it was all right, that it was late anyway. Bruce had assumed he'd leave.
But he hadn't.
He's still there. He's lying on his side, too, facing Bruce, over the covers instead of under. His face is utterly relaxed, the angle precisely right for that slice of sunlight to limn the upper curve of his cheekbone, a single tousled curl just over his ear; and he's sprawled out easily, legs and arms akimbo, warm steady weight nudging up against Bruce here and there. One of his hands is flung out sideways across the pillow, wrist upturned, fingers bent—like maybe he'd touched Bruce's face, Bruce's hair, one last time just before he fell asleep.
He's—still there.
Bruce killed him and fucked him and lied to him, and he's come back every time, he's come back and he's stayed. And if all that isn't enough to keep him away—
Bruce just looks at him, for a long time; looks at him and feels the want build up, that deep slow tide Bruce keeps finding himself so helpless against. And then he lets himself reach out—lets himself slide his hand into Clark's where it lies on the pillow.
If everything Bruce has already done to him isn't enough to convince Clark this is a bad idea, then maybe all that's left is to make sure he doesn't regret it. Wearing nothing but Bruce Wayne's face had been a failure; and wearing only Batman's hadn't worked either. Maybe all that's left is to try something new.
Clark wakes slowly. A twitch of the eyelids, a change in his breathing, a shift in his weight—and surely he doesn't need to sleep the way humans do, Bruce thinks, but he seems to enjoy it just as much as anyone.
But at last his eyes blink open, and after a moment they focus on Bruce's face; and then, without hesitation, Clark smiles. "Hey, Bruce," he murmurs, gravelly with morning.
"Hey," Bruce says quietly, squeezing Clark's hand. And then he draws in a slow breath, laces his fingers through Clark's, and is himself.
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (24/24)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-27 12:44 am (UTC)(link)But he's never been a particularly strong man. Not in the ways that matter.
Here we go for a last "oh, Bruce". It just kills me, Bruce becoming completely undone by Clark's gentleness. The desperation and his fear that Clark will change his mind, aaaaaah. <3
"But I think we can wait on trying out make-up sex until nobody has any broken bones. Just—talk to me. Please. Just talk to me."
Make-up sex with broken bones would be easier. But Bruce doesn't tell him that.
Ah, I was wrong, another "oh, Bruce". ;D Also, unf, that make-up sex after Bruce got better must be HOT. :D I really love how hard Clark is trying to go about this in ways that will work for Bruce, like not actually making him talk all that much, but guessing and letting Bruce say yes or no. It's so satisfying after all this to see Clark figuring Bruce out and learning how to speak Bat. ;D
soothing, like he's talking to something small and scared instead of the man who tried to kill him
Claaaaaaaaaark, oh my god, Clark, you sweetheart. And it kills me that Bruce just can't stop thinking of himself that way. AND OF COURSE HE STAYED WITH BRUCE WHILE BRUCE WAS SLEEPING, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH. After all those times Bruce refused to sleep in one bed with him.
Bruce killed him and fucked him and lied to him, and he's come back every time, he's come back and he's stayed. And if all that isn't enough to keep him away—
Bruce just looks at him, for a long time; looks at him and feels the want build up, that deep slow tide Bruce keeps finding himself so helpless against. And then he lets himself reach out—lets himself slide his hand into Clark's where it lies on the pillow.
My heaaaaaaaaaart. I'm so happy and grinning like an idiot. And oooooooh, that ending is so good, considering that all of this was so full of identity porn and lies about who Bruce is. <3
I cannot thank you enough for filling my little prompt so wonderfully, dear braintwin author! Not in a million years had I hoped for something so epic and amazing and detailed when I posted that prompt. You are absolutely incredible and too kind and too generous and I loved every instalment of this fic. I'm going to miss it a lot, but I'm looking forward to whatever else you're going to write next.
You said something about forced soulbonding, right? Not that that's my prompt, too. O:-) But right, exchange assignments come first, obviously.No, but in all seriousness, this was incredible, thank you so, so much. <3Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (24/24)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-27 02:01 pm (UTC)(link):DDDDDDDDDDDD What can I say - I'm so enamored of how well-prepared and braced Bruce is for bad things/pain/discomfort suddenly not helping him AT ALL in the face of Clark's ... being Clark at him, you know? *flails* Clark being considerate when Bruce least expects it, and trying to make things easier for him even when he maybe doesn't deserve it (and certainly doesn't FEEL like he does) just slays me. AND LOOK, YOU LIKE IT TOO. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT. ;D \o/
/o\ I mean, gosh, I used up all my words yesterday - I'm just so so glad you liked this whole ending, OP because if you hadn't that would have been a HUGE DISASTER D:! This got SO LONG and after dragging you through all that extra verbiage, if I had ruined it at the end, I mean, WORST NIGHTMARE. WORST.
It was a great prompt and I loved writing for it so, so much, braintwin OP! As ... you perhaps guessed, around the fifteenth part or so. ;) This was such a great excuse to basically throw all my feelings about Bruce's post-BvS guilt and Clark's post-BvS recovery at the wall, and it ALL STUCK and you just rolled with it, and I'm so so grateful! STOP THANKING ME I AM TRYING TO THANK YOU :P :D Next is definitely exchange assignment, oops, and also I may have promised some people Bruce!POV fake dating somewhere along the line BUT SOULBONDING IS TOTALLY NEXT ON THE LIST AFTER THAT BECAUSE YES :DDDDDDDDDDDD. You are so welcome, I can't even convey the degree to which you are welcome - you made this such a blast to write, as you always do. ♥ ♥ ♥
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (24/24)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-27 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)i have the intense desire to write this entire comment in caps because that's the compromised state of my emotions right now but i'm afraid it's going to scare you off abjsdhsfgsfhj nonnie i love you i have confessed my love before and i would gladly do it over and over again. i've enjoyed this from the start till the end and i keep wishing it would go on because i just cant get enough of your writing style. i wish i could marry you honestly
this last part was a perfect end to a perfect story. you've got such a gift honestly, i could imagine everything the way you described it. your style holds so much within such a few words, and that's so incredible ohmygod
excuse me while i cry and reread this entire fill 239748357834 times over...
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (24/24)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-27 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)/o\ :D AND HERE I WAS FEELING LIKE OOPS IT ALREADY HAD. Seriously, though, thank you so much, anon - that you were not only willing to hang on even to this length, but also would have kept going if it had gotten even longer, is such an amazing compliment. ♥
And that you want to break out the capslock key for me! THE COMPLIMENTS KEEP COMING. /o\ Thank you so, so much for all of this - that you loved it so much, that the style is a plus, that it gave you allcaps-worthy feelings, I mean. WHAT DO I SAY. I FEEL MORE AND MORE AMAZING WITH EACH SENTENCE OF THIS COMMENT THAT I READ.
And to top it all off, that you felt like the ending was right and satisfying! This became so much more than its original outline in so many ways I wasn't expecting, and the only thing that scared me more than trying to wrangle the length was the idea that I might totally FLOP the ending. D: Especially for people who'd been following from the start. GAH. COLD SWEATS, SERIOUSLY.
♥ Thank you so very much for reading, and for wanting to reread (!), and for this incredible comment, which is incredible and you should feel incredible. THANK YOU.
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (24/24)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-27 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)Make-up sex with broken bones would be easier.
HEEEEEEE. Oh my god Bruce, what the hell. I love how casually you deployed this line, how fully encapsulates all that is Bruce in this whole fill.
And then you killed me with the final line. Decadent hand-holding, and self-being, and stripping away his last mask. I return to the floor, for I shan't recover. This entire fill has been an epic journey of identity porn!feels (sometimes I can't believe this fill in 50k. It seems like just a few parts ago, Bruce was being a complete ass to Clark at the kitchen table in Smallville <3). THANK YOU for giving back what BvS took from us; THANK YOU for sticking through this fill; thank you for tackling this prompt.
Also thank you for being gentle with us, author!nonny, and not having Clark flip out at Bruce too hard, even though Bruce probably (thought) he deserved it. A heart can only take so much, and the gentleness that came after Clark's rage was like a soothing balm to the break-up. Now I can imagine all of the ways Clark is going to be pissed for a long time, but in a very, "okay, so you're emotionally crippled, let's see how we can come back from that." I foresee a lot of snark and sarcasm in Bruce's future. Clark and Alfred ganging up on poor Bruce to tease him about his foibles. "Hey Bruce, remember that one time when you dragged me over the emotional equivalent of miles of kryptonite rather than tell me your vigilante name? Literally three words could have saved that Bruce. Or two words and a contraction if you were feeling daring."
Next time if it's so hard Bruce, just send Clark a strip-o-gram (yourself) with all of the relevant deets. *_________*
I've thrown kudos at you over in namespace, and I look forward to reading this fill all over again as one whole piece to fall in love with this story all over again. <333333333333333
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (24/24)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-27 05:31 pm (UTC)(link):D Haha, and you know I can't resist a good "Oh, Bruce." ;D
Man, thank you so much for the phrase "decadent hand-holding", because that's such a perfect encapsulation of what made this fill so fun to write - Bruce's ridiculous restraint, and how WEIRD he is about every little thing, and Clark just chipping all his walls down. *flails* /o\ Thank you for being willing to follow me on that epic journey (HOLY CRAP THIS GOT SO LONG), and for all your help in sticking with this fill - this whole comm has been so, so good to me and you guys leave such BLISTERINGLY AMAZING comments, it blows my mind. ♥
/o\ :D Oh, gosh, I feel like I cheated you all out of a truly raging fight - but Bruce just beats himself up so hard on his own, in the end Clark really didn't need to! Also I'm terrible at writing angry fights. Sad fights, yes! Angry fights, no. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD And absolutely, Clark and Alfred gently troll Bruce with these incidents for THE REST OF TIME. ♥ (Alfred signs him up for polo matches; Clark is already in the stands when he gets there, waving at him. It's your own fault, Bruce.)
... That would also probably have worked. ;D
:D Thank you! /o\ And again, thank you so much for all of this - I'm so, so glad you liked this story and enjoyed reading it, I mean, knowing that is just the best feeling in the world. ♥