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3. asphyxiation, Green Arrow/Flamebird - femdom, breathplay

5. "Sweeter than Candy", Flamebird/Nightwing body pillow

7. "Green Shadows", GGG

8. Older Damian/Ollie

10. "To Sail You Home", Kate/Clark - fuck or die


Date: 2013-03-19 11:42 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

Guy and Zatanna go to a planet where everybody has magic and Zee starts to feel like she's ordinarly and boring. It's up to GUY to make her feel special again!

I like lots of sweet teasing and tickling, and that Guy is ginger ~down there~ too. Bonus points if you manage to work in that GUY is magic too because he's descended from an Irish Faerie prince!

Martian Manhunter/Green Lantern Kyle Rayner, au

Date: 2013-03-19 11:51 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I can't tell you how long I have wanted a Regency fic with these two gorgeous green men! Manhunter would be the lord of an estate that's come down in the world and the only servant he can afford to retain is gardener-cum-houseboy Kyle Rayner. Who seems young and low class but is the only one who can keep Manhunter's penchant for gambling under control.

Lots of sexy repressed carnality, please! Riding crops are the perfect toy after all.

asphyxiation, Green Arrow

Date: 2013-03-19 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Somebody chokes GA to see how big and green his eyes can get. It unexpectedly turns them both on. Femdom preferred but anything would be loved and petted and called George.

Re: asphyxiation, Green Arrow

Date: 2013-03-20 01:43 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
If she moved her goddamn knee, maybe he'd have presence of mind enough to throw her off. But she crushed the cap harder into his groin, those perfectly manicured fingers digging deeper into the base of his throat, and Ollie stopped counting ways to escape her.

He gripped her wrists, allowing her to feel the strength in his hands even though he offered no resistance. "This how you and Dick do it?" he rasped, and it was worth it to see raw anger flash in the clear eyes hovering over him. He grunted as her nails carved tracks of retaliation across his stretched skin.

"This is supposed to be a training exercise," she said, and she was still reaching for poise, still giving him a pageant answer while the flush on her cheeks told him something different.

He shifted his lower body where she straddled his hip and pinned him with her knee between his legs, rubbing his length against her and letting his hipbone massage her core. They both gasped, Bette high and soft and Ollie's voice strangled but no less eager for it.

Bette trilled with frustration and leaned forward to put her weight behind the press of her hands on his windpipe. He sucked at what little air he could get, black inkblots blooming behind his eyes and stretching thin lines across his vision. He forced himself to hold her gaze even as his lungs filled with fire, her eyes wide and blue above him and his own green and glassy far overhead in the mirrored ceiling. Still he rolled his hips, and he felt Bette rocking with him.

It was abrupt when she sprung from the mat, nimble as she landed upright on her feet, and Ollie curled on his side, nearly drunk on the sudden rush of oxygen. When he stopped coughing, he sat up and watched her calmly towel her neck with clean white terrycloth, red nails gleaming against it like crescents of blood.

"You learn anything today?" he asked, and her eyes narrowed at him in the mirror.

When she faced him, the practiced smile had returned to her face as easily as if she'd slipped on a mask. "Next time, I'll make sure you can't talk afterward," she said, perfectly polite and pleasant, and she left the training gym. Ollie watched her go, looking forward to it already.

Re: asphyxiation, Green Arrow

Date: 2013-03-20 01:49 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

my only question is what would eb pairing be called? Flaming Arrow?

Re: asphyxiation, Green Arrow

Date: 2013-03-20 01:56 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OMG thank you, thank you, thank you, anon! I didn't request this prompt but that really was exhilarating to read! And my vote is for Flaming Arrow too!!

zauriel, blasphemic

Date: 2013-03-19 11:55 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
zauriel gets called home for being naughty and gets gangbanged by a host of angels, it's supposed to punish him but he loves it


Date: 2013-03-20 12:00 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
We've all seen the Nightwing body pillow right??? Well what if it comes alive for some lucky owner and does whatever would turn them on most? But its still a pillow not a real person, idk how that would would work but I SOOOO want to read it.

Bette/Dick, "Sweeter than Candy"

Date: 2013-03-20 02:10 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Bette jumped into bed like it was made of chocolate syrup and whipped cream and marshmallow topping. Ever since she was little she hated going to bed because it felt like she was missing out on exciting things happening, but now she had the biggest cherry on top of her sleepytime sundae: a Nightwing body pillow!

"Ready to bring me the sweetest dreams this side of Candyland?" she asked the pillow giving it one of her award-winning pageant beauty smiles.It was so much like having the real Nightwing, the pillow was the perfect size for one as petite as she. Feeling a little bit sassy, Bette turned the pillow over so it was on the side with showing Dick's exposed back, and she closed her eyes and kissed the unblemished beautiful bare skin. "Oh Dick," she breathed into the vanilla smell of the soft pillow.

"Oh Bette-poo," she heard a sweet fluting voice say back. Letting a small scream fall from her lips, Bette sprang back on her bed, eyes flying open and she stared at the body pillow. Under her very eyes it changed shape so it was in the form of Dick Grayson and turned over! Batting his long sexy eyelashes, Nightwing said, "Come here so I can give you some sugar!"

These were words that Bette could not resist when said in so luscious a tone from Dick's pillowy cherry colored lips. Besides what could it hurt? "If this is a dream then it's one of the BEST dreams I ever had!" Bette declared, sinking down next to the pillow who smiled like an angel at her. "I can be all your dreams," said the pillow, his breath smelled like cotton candy, just like Bette had always imagined for Nightwing. Reaching out his pillow arms, Dick tenderly hugged Bette and then kissed her eyelids.

"You're pretty as a pitcher of caramel," he giggled breathily. Bette was amazed and so turned on by how his pillow body was heavy enough to make her feel like he was almost real, but not a person made of flesh and blood. No person could be so sweet (although she suspected the real Dick actually was.) She was going to make a pert reply when his hands moved gently to her breasts and Bette's breathing actually stopped for a moment. "Candy buttons?" Dick Pillow asked her, giggling again, and Bette put her hands over his. "Gumdrops," she said sultrily as her nipples grew taut and aching under Nightwing's touch.

That was when he kissed her, and Bette could hardly believe he was only a pillow, his lips felt so silky soft and warm, his mouth tasted so much like spearmint candy! She felt slightly cottonmouthed but she couldn't tell if that was her nervousness or because Dick was a pillow. Either way she wanted more.

Moaning, Bette rolled until the Nightwing pillow was on top of her, pressing her down in the soft taffy of her bed linens. "Be gentle with me?" she squeaked, and was rewarded with Dick Pillow smiling radiantly at her. "Of course, Bette-poo," he promised. The next thing Bette knew, the soft but heavy legs of the Nightwing pillow were pressing down on her lady parts, stroking her and petting her there. It felt so full and heavy but not scary, more like a giant tongue that was licking its favorite ice cream cone. Bette couldn't think of anything better than being Dick Grayson's ice cream cone.

"That feels so good, Dick!" she squealed and Dick said, "Oh I know, Bette! I know everything that will feel good for you, and I will always be here when you want me." His legs kept moving, the firm stuffing inside them coaxing more and more warm floaty feelings in Bette's innermost core as she opened her petals to his loving pressure. Finally he kissed her again just as Bette reached her sweetness, hugging her Dick pillow to her body so tightly as the waves of heat radiated through her entire body. She could even muffle her high cries against him, since he was still a pillow, he absorbed the noise perfectly.

By the time Bette finally came down from the clouds of heaven, she realized that she was hugging only that - her Nightwing body pillow, looking just like it usually looked. With a secret smile, Bette turned off her light and curled herself around the pillow. This time she kissed him on the mouth, remembering their softness. "I know what my dreams will be about from now on," she said, and then fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

Re: Bette/Dick, "Sweeter than Candy"

Date: 2013-03-20 02:27 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This is so adorable and hilarious and I seriously admire the dedication to the sugar motif throughout the entire thing

Re: Bette/Dick, "Sweeter than Candy"

Date: 2013-03-20 02:30 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I can't stop laughing! This was the most adorable smut I have ever read. A great parody of Bette's personality, too!

Re: Bette/Dick, "Sweeter than Candy"

Date: 2014-07-01 03:54 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I'm confused. Am I hungry or aroused or simply out of breath because this is fucking hilarious?
From: (Anonymous)
They are living together (romantic or roommates) Batgirl makes Black Bat some of her special candy filled cocoa and they snuggle, can go sexy but doesn't have to! IF sexy though please don't let Frankie or the other cat watch, that's animal abuse!

Date: 2013-03-20 12:22 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
GGG/Green Lanterns

there's a reason he supports the Lanterns and it isn't anything he talks about on his show

Green Shadows

Date: 2013-03-22 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The lights were off, the audience was gone, his interns had all gone home. Only Staci, his assistant remained. “The graphics department really needs to know which one of them freaks you plan on going after tomorrow” she reminded him “They have an old Superman design they can use if you go that direction, but if you want to go after the new one, the purple haired alien halfbreed chick, you’re gonna need to give them enough time to -”

“I know what I bloody well need to do!” Gordon shouted. “That’s my name on the wall out there. Mine! Not yours! Not some fucking dipshit graphics designer! Mine! So they’ll get my instructions when I damn well bloody give them out! Until then they and you can shut the fuck up!” he shouted, frothing at the mouth.

After Staci ran out of the room in tears, he slammed the door behind her and walked over to his chair. For five minutes Gordon Godfrey sat silently in his darkened dressing room. The day’s show and the business of running his empire clearly weighed on him, but he wasn’t about to let other people see him falter.

It had been another great show. Of course it had been great; he was the best in the business. And his audience numbers continued to grow. His producer had showed him the most recent Nielsen ratings earlier. He was pulling in numbers higher than he or any of his higher ups had anticipated. Things were golden these days from ol‘ Glorious Gordon Godfrey. And they showed no sigs of slowing down.

As he walked over to his mirror, grabbed a wet napkin, and began to wipe his make up off, Gordon looked at his reflection. He did not like the man looking back at him. Gordon did not like what he saw at all. “Dammit” he said out loud. “It’s taking more and more of an effort to keep this up. And it’s really weighing on me.”

“You’re doing a good job” a voice said from the shadows. “If the rest of the plan goes as good, you won’t have to do it much longer.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to anyway” he said, keeping his eyes on his own reflection. “I don’t know how much more I can take until I start to crack.”

“Just a few more days, I think” a second voice added from the shadows. “When the bomb goes off and the investigation shows League involvement, we’ll be right where we want to be. Public sentiment is already on your side. ”

“Maybe” Gordon replied taking his eyes off the mirror and looking down. “But who is on her side?”

“That’s not your concern right now!” barked a third voice from the shadows. “Right now, you just need to keep doing what we tell you to do, when we tell you to do it, and no one gets hurt.”

“How do I know you will keep your words?” Gordon asked. “How do I know I can trust you? You’ve already kept me on the air longer than you said you would. You’ve already made me say such... such vile things about people I admire. Why should I believe you now?”

“You doubt us Godfrey?” an angry voice, the fourth distinct one, snapped from the shadows. “We could decide to end it all right now. We could just blow this building up and blame it on a gas leak. The public still listens to us. You made sure of that.”

“Because you told me to” Godfrey said, raising his voice. “If the Justice League knew what you were truly up to, they would -”

“Would what?” voice two asked. “Stop us? You have no idea how deep this goes Godfrey. You have no idea what power we possess.”

Gordon Godfrey lowered his shoulders. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I... I spoke out of turn.”

“You’re damn right you did” voice four shot back. “Just remember what you saw last week! Remember what we can do. Do you want that happening again?”

Gordon’s eyes were drawn to the picture of his wife and five year old daughter tucked into the side of his mirror. “No” he whimpered. “Please don’t hurt my little girl.”

“We’re not animals” voice three said. “What happened with your wife, that was nasty business. But you pushed us Godfrey. You forced us to do that. We had to show you that we were serious. We had to show you what happens when you try to cross us.”

A tear ran down Gordon’s face. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Just please don’t hurt my baby.”

“If you don’t want that to happen, then you need to keep doing as we command” voice one said sternly. “Everything is almost in place. Don’t mess things up now Godfrey.”

Gordon Godfrey, ruler of the airwaves and champion of the people, turned and faced the shadows for the first time. “Don’t worry” he said submissively. “I won’t. I have tomorrow’s script already and I promise you, it will be just like you want.”

“Good” voice one replied. The forms of four human males suddenly became outlined in green light, but their faces remained dark. “Just remember who has little Gretta. Keep thinking about her and the rest will be easy.”

“Yes sir” Gordon whispered.

One of them opened a window and the four Green Lanterns of space sector 2814 flew out into the night air slowly, one by one. Gordon watched them disappear into the night sky as he said a silent prayer for his daughter’s safety. It was the same prayer he had said for seven months.

Re: Green Shadows

Date: 2013-03-22 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
you wicked wicked person, anon! This is great but I still don't feel bad for GGG, uh-uh nope

not even a little bit

okay maybe a TINY bit

Re: Green Shadows

Date: 2013-03-23 03:16 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OP here:

My prompt had cracky sexytimes in mind, but this is much better. Oh no, Dark Lanterns!

Date: 2013-03-20 12:25 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Ollie/older Damian, with Bruce in the next room within earshot if they're too loud

not kinky enough; so in addendum:

Date: 2013-03-20 12:37 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
dom/sub, (willing) resistance on Damian's behalf, being forced to call Ollie "Father" but quietly enough so it doesn't alert Bruce

Date: 2013-03-20 05:14 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Damian's head hit the wall with a loud crack, but Ollie's lips covered the younger man's, stifling the slight hiss of pain. Their tongues collided like fists, the pressure of teeth thinly veiled behind their kisses. Damian liked it rough, like the taboo of affair at large. He reached out and grabbed the older man's hair, pulling hard enough to draw a growl of Ollie, a dark fire brewing behind his eyes in excitement. He dipped his head and bit Damian's neck. Hard. Hard enough Damian swore allowed in Arabic, a language he almost never consciously used anymore.

"My, my, Damian. Quite the mouth on you," Ollie teased, palming him through his jeans none too gently. He needed the younger man angry, hot blooded. It was the best when he could unleash some of the ferocity he'd become so good at keeping a lid on. "Why don't we put it to good use?"

Damian looked back at Ollie through hooded eyes, sneering as he dropped to his knees and took to unzipping the man's pants. He was already half hard, the sight of the cock bobbing free had Damian hard himself, and he leaned forward, engulfing Ollie's cock in the dark, wet heat of his mouth, sucking hard, pulling an almost pained groan from the older man. "Jesus Christ, kid . . . "
Ollie moved his hips in time with Damian's mouth, bracing his hands on the wall. They both knew Damian was the one in control here. It wasn't that the kid so much got off on rough sex in general, it was a dominance display. It said 'Look what I can do this man who supposedly outranks me, how quickly I can unravel him' and it was directed at Dear Daddy Bats. And the message was received, apparently, because somewhere between Damian finishing the blowjob and leaning Ollie over the side of the bed, thrusting into him at a deliciously aggressive pace, a knocking sounded from an adjacent wall.

The wall that separated Damian's bedroom from Bruce's study. Ollie had had no idea the man was home and his face drained of any color as his fight or flight instinct kicked in. Any thoughts of panic, however, were put on the back burner as Damian took that as his queue to grab the man by his hair again and thrust harder, deeper, drawing a mutual moan from the both of them as he hit a sweet spot. So the continued on, thrusting and bucking wildly against one another, fully aware that Bruce could in fact hear them and knew exactly who and what they were doing. Were Ollie's face not buried in the mattress as Damian continued to pound away at his ass, he would have seen the grin on the younger man's face, oh so pleased with himself.

Date: 2013-03-21 01:20 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
nnnf awesome yesssss

Date: 2013-03-20 12:42 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Wonderful, Marvelous

Wonder Woman gives an older Captain Marvel a few lessons in love, and shows him new meaning in the phrase "beware Greeks bearing gifts". Marvel's no slouch, either, thanks to the stamina of Atlas! Just how holy is Billy's moley? Use of magic lasso strongly encouraged, bonus points if the Gods of Olympus are trying to settle a bet!

fuck or die, Superman/Manhunter

Date: 2013-03-20 12:46 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Stranded on a small planetoid, Superman gets infected with a corrupted Kryptonite disease that can only be cured if Manhunter fucks him to draw the infection into herself because her staff can kill the disease but it will only work on her. I'm not worried about the exact science but I want all the details of the sex please anon!

clark/kate - to sail you home

Date: 2013-03-20 03:07 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
The solar winds weren't what Kate expected, all those times she'd read about them in science fiction books about wild frontier planets. They felt like being nettle-stung. They smelled like gasoline and, incongruously, oranges. They sounded like wolves with three throats.

And the reason she was fixating on all these details was so she didn't have to look down at Clark underneath her, the green glow in his eyes that pulsed and spilled every time Kate rode her hips against his. She ground her teeth together, muscles of her cunt and thighs clenching around his girth, his hardness, with a desperate intent. The mutated kryptovirus that was sapping Clark's abilities with every moment would kill him, that much was certain, but Kate knew it would also kill her if she ended up stranded on this rapidly doomed planetoid.

So this had turned out to be the only solution.

The blue light of her staff bathed their bodies under the stark white light of the planetoid's star as she leaned forward to plant her hands against Clark's broad chest. It made them look inhuman. It was fitting, Kate thought crazily, because the feeling of it - the sickness leaving Clark's body to invade hers, flushing her with so much warmth that she was almost overheated on this icy rock - contrasted wildly with the feeling of him huge inside her as she rocked against him in a demanding rhythm. But it was working, it was working, she could tell from the green seeping out of his eyes and the blue starting to appear again -

And then big hands were coming up to curl around her strained biceps and Kate heard Clark croak, so quietly under the winds, "I'm so sorry."

"We don't have time," Kate said, her voice sharp and ragged, and as she leaned down to kiss him hard the winds whipped her hair straight up, howling through the tornadoed strands. It took a moment for Clark to get there (and she marveled at how fast it was, his eyes going entirely clear so swiftly, how strong he really was to battle off the infection once she'd bought him the chance) but when he did he sat up with a groaning growl, wrapping his bulky arms around her as Kate angled her hips more deeply against him.

"I'll help you," Clark said, one arm dropping lower on Kate's back, spreading his massive thighs to support her entirely. He looked directly at her, and Kate felt a surge of determination; she met his gaze steadily, realizing how much they both needed to witness this, be there for it. How if either of them looked away in shame, that would make it so much worse. Clark rolled his hips, driving deeper into her, and Kate scraped one calf against his side to pull him in.

The blue staff light made Clark's eyes almost glow, bluer than anything. It made Kate's fingernails look like they were lit from underneath. It hummed louder as it sub-atomically destroyed the kryptovirus in Kate's blood, its humming and the winds' wailing drowning out the hoarse, exhausted cry when Kate climaxed, the guttural gasp when Clark came a moment before. Clark stood with Kate in his arms and kissed her, his breath in her lungs and the pangs of orgasm still trembling her limbs as they reached the Watchtower, between one blink and the next. Just like that, out of the winds of hell and back to what should be normal.


Clark looked at her, worry drawing his eyebrows together, and Kate shook her head. Her legs were steady enough, once she was on her feet again, and she hefted her depleted staff and headed towards her suite.

She would talk to Clark later about it. But only when she could no longer hear the howling of triple-voiced wolves, only when she stopped smelling oranges and gasoline.

Re: clark/kate - to sail you home

Date: 2013-03-20 03:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

It's such bittersweet smut, with the vivid imagery of both of them illuminated by Kate's staff, the sounds and scent of the solar wind (orange and gasoline! so distinct and memorable). Beautiful language, characterization, everything.

Re: clark/kate - to sail you home

Date: 2014-07-02 02:34 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I read this way back when and fucking loved it, and I read it again now. Still fucking love it. This is the sort of thing you want to forget about only to read again and again. Amazing job, whoever you are.



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