Title: Bruises

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

Summary: Dick runs across some interesting marks on Bruce's back.

Rating: Smutty as ever. Designed as PWP, really, but since that's pretty much impossible for me, it became PSP (Porn Some Plot) pretty quickly.


Link here.

So I am going to be doing this 30-day challenge thing, which I am taking more as a "30 opportunities" thing, since I am pretty sure I will not have it completed in 30 days. It's supposed to be just a series of prompts (the full list is on my tumblr here) that you fill with your OTP, but even though my current OTP is Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent, I expect I will stray outside that, maybe quite a lot—definitely to include the rest of the Batfamily, because I have explosive feels for pretty much all of them.

When they're all finished, I'll put them up on AO3, but for now, I will just link to my them on my tumblr, if anyone would like to read them there.



Day One: Cuddling. Naked.
Bruce shifted, trying to dislodge the heavy limbs that enfolded him, but to no avail: they just wrapped him tighter. Bruce was not what you would call a post-coital cuddler, but Clark was not what you would call a quitter.


Read more. . . .

Yep, definitely spamming now.

Anyway, porn! As close to a PWP as I am likely to get: two people making out, in an executive washroom. (I know, right? Where's my executive washroom with hot people sexing in it?)

Showers of Blessing
rating: explicit
pairing: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent
word count: 5Kish
summary: In the first few weeks of their relationship, Clark and Bruce encounter. . . a problem. Bruce is good at fixing things.



Bruce's mouth on his was hot and fierce, and he was still getting used to the way the entire room tipped over onto its side whenever Bruce sealed their mouths together.

Which today apparently is, for reasons inscrutable to me. But far be it from me to miss a chance to pimp my favorite fic. Now that I know when this day is, I can make this an annual pimpage! So when you’re done playng volleyball in your jeans, come read the only Top Gun fic you will ever need. (Okay, fine, yes, I wrote it. Yes, it’s Maverick/Ice. Because come ON.)



Kings of the Air
pairing: Maverick/Iceman
word Count: 25K
rating: explicit
summary: Fighting and fucking: two things he did extraordinarily well. How could he have known what the effect would be when you combined the two?

So I realize all the whole wide earth is going to be in deep squee about Iron Man 3, and with my usual timing I have chosen the exact wrong moment to want to start a conversation about Christopher Nolan's Dark Knight trilogy, but there you go, I really really do want to have one.

I finally saw all three of the movies, is the thing. I watched the second one, ages ago, and hated hated hated it. I had no idea what was going on, or who these people were supposed to be, since I had missed the first movie, and I remember reading an interview where Nolan said the films were edited to be seen as one long movie, really, but I ignored that, and ended up thinking I hated something I really didn't.

I'd love to know what you loved about the films, and what you hated. And if you want to know what I thought, for what it's worth, here you go.

Just finished watching both seasons of Justice League, and I am *vibrating* with the awesomeness of the last three episodes. Honestly, when I started watching JL I was pretty disappointed — compared to the gorgeous animation and razor-sharp writing of Young Justice, JL definitely (especially in season one) fell short. It felt like, with the animation, I was back in the world of caricature, rather than the hyper-realism of YJ. But then season two saw HUGE improvements in both writing and graphics; we went from bashing aliens with clubs to complex storylines involving backstories (dear God, HAWKGIRL, nnnggh) and depth and nuance and all sorts of three-dimensional stuff. And we still got to bash aliens with clubs! Win-win.

My flailiest moments, let me share them! With sexyfine pictures! Here be ( all of them. )

So I have written a story in DC-fandom! Which is weird, because it feels like the whole fannish world is over in Marvel gleefully rolling in the sandbox, but what can I say, the heart wants what it wants. And right now my heart wants SuperBat, whole squirming handfuls of it, which is what I give to you. Sex and magic, what could be better than that?

Title: Swift to Hear
Pairings: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 11K
Many thanks to schemingreader for heavy-lifting beta-duty on this one, even though her heart belongs to Marvel. :)



"You are fucking kidding me," Dick said, and Clark frowned at him. The waitress slipped him the tab, and he waited until she had retreated a suitable distance. "Holy fucking wow," added Dick, who clearly had no such scruples. "You're not shitting me?"

"Dick. Bruce and I are not lovers. Please lower your voice."

"Never even kissed? Or just never gone all the way?"

"I have no intention of having this discussion with you."

"Wow, not even kissed, huh. Okay, I don't mind saying it, you got me. I didn't think much in this life could surprise me, but that's it, you did it. Seriously, I just assumed for years that you guys were fucking each other's brains out on a more or less regular basis."

I am much interested in all the talk about renewing civility in our political and national discourse in the wake of the Tucson shootings, and I take Paul Krugman's point about the need to well, eliminate eliminationist rhetoric, and the difference between rudeness on the one hand and eliminationist rhetoric on the other. However, I will say this: I do not think that the rhetoric of any right-wing politician, commentator, personality, or pundit led to the tragedy in Tucson. ( I'd like to talk about a couple of actual facts, as opposed to made-up ones. )

So I am trying something new: I am cross-posting this from my Dreamwidth account, which has been sitting on the shelf staring at me so long it has gathered dust, and I haven't been making eye contact with it for a long time because of the amount of guilt it induces in me (which cordelia_v will remind me is a useless emotion.) But in truth, I haven't found much of a use for it, until recently.

At any rate, I will be using the Dreamwidth account for blogging about any number of things that interest me, primarily non-fannish: politics, religion, and writing. I paused for quite a bit there, staring at the blinking cursor, thinking surely there must be a longer list of things that interest me than that, but. . . no. Apparently not.

My LJ account will be primarily for fannish activity, and since there's substantially less of that these days, it will see less action, though all my DW stuff will magically appear here. So if any of the above musings are profoundly boring to you, feel free to filter or ignore at will.

I'm going to post this now and see if this here new-fangled cross-posting all the kids are trying today really works.