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FILLED PROMPTS:

1. "Conviction", Wonder Woman/Wonder Girl

3. "She Could Almost", Kylellax/Zatanna - tentacles, reluctant

4. "The Family that Lays Together", Mar'i/Dick - incest

9. "And Now We Are One", Kent-Zatara Triplets, Part Two

10. "Winter Dance", Damian + Dick

femslash [WW/WG]

Date: 2013-03-20 12:22 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Wonder Girl wants to go full on Amazon and remove one of her breasts to prove she should be accepted by the other Amazones and is just as good as them. Wonderwoman worships WG's tits to prove to her that she is perfect and a true Amazon just as she is.

conviction | ww/wg

Date: 2013-03-20 04:18 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
"But you are not an archer, or a javelin thrower," Diana says, frowning, then raises one elegantly arched eyebrow when Cassie rounds on her.

"All I ever hear from you, you and the Themiscyrian sisters," she hisses, "is what I'm not." The girl's fists are clenched, her hair hanging in golden twists, just like their lariats. Diana is about to counter this accusation when she pauses, replaying Cassie's outburst in her head. The words are violent, flung like spears, but in the hissing there's something more painful. Something painful enough to drive Cassie to this length, to hope that adherence to some botched myth will help her to find a place with the Amazons.

"Cassandra," Diana says, stepping forward. "You are not more, or less, an Amazon if you have two breasts or none at all. You are our sister, our child, and you are a woman."

The blonde girl is looking up at her, still furious but with the hurt evident in the flutter of her golden eyelashes, the rapid swell of her breasts against her strappy tank top. "I see you as an Amazon," Diana says. "And I appreciate you as a woman."

When she cups her strong hands over Cassie's breasts, the younger woman breathes in. Not in surprise, which is a good thing, but in acceptance. She shakes her long golden hair back, watching as Diana's hands move over the yielding flesh of her breasts, hefting their weight in her palms. Diana lowers her head to brush her lips over the rounded curves, catching a nipple through the fabric, breathing deeply the warm, glowing scent of Cassie. She moves slowly and worshipfully, giving Cassandra's body the attention and reverence it deserves.

"All right," Cassie says finally, throwing her shoulders back. "I won't do it." After a moment she adds, "But you don't have to stop."

pseudo bestiality, Beast Boy/Mia

Date: 2013-03-20 12:26 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I want a fic where Beast Boy loses his powers and Mia realizes that she likes it better when he can turn into animals. Writer's preference as to what animal he pretends to be in order to get her hot for him again (I prefer birds or snakes, anon).

Date: 2013-03-20 12:43 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Parallax Kyle wants to show Zee what she's missing. Tentacle stuff I guess? idk doesn't Parallax have tentacles of some sort

anyway, sexytwistedcocky Kyle
From: (Anonymous)
"don't tell me you never thought about it Nancy Drew," Kyle whispers, and if it weren't for what feels like a forked tongue gently laving the curve of her ear, Zee could almost believe it's normal Kyle and not the monster he's become. If it weren't for the feel of his dark silky hair between her fingers as she half heartedly tries to push his head away she could almost believe this wasn't the embodiment of fear and horror. If it weren't for the dirty yellow construct tentacles wrapping around her body, she could almost believe she was being gently seduced.

If it weren't for her heart racing and the dampness between her legs, she could almost pretend she didn't want him still.

"don't talk like him," she insists so she can feel like she's resisting. "don't pretend you're Kyle because you're not, you're a parasite, you're a demon"

Kyle laughs cockily and Zatanna gasps as the tentacles curl neatly around her nipples like furled-up ferns. "i'm everything he is but better," he says, moving down her body. "i'm doing what you've always been scared of but wanted so bad." Her clothes tear open like paper as he moves and there's tentacles everywhere, touching her and swarming her, and the moist heat of Kyle's mouth as he licks her navel. Zatanna's full breasts heave once his mouth reaches the crease of her thigh. "stop" she says weakly, but Kyle knows she doesn't mean it, because she's wet as a spring.

"if only you knew all the things I dreamed about doing to you, Zee." Kyle nibbles the soft flesh of her thigh and Zatanna writhes against the tentacles that are holding her down. No, not holding her down, more like holding her in place for Kyle as he moves up her body again and shoves his dick into her without any more warning. Zee's face turns flame red with humiliation as she screams encouragement and spreads her legs wider wanting to feel him inside her so deep that his balls are pressed against her. "kcuf em drah" she begs and Kyle laughs and french kisses her.

He doesn't say anything though and Zee wonders in the back of her mind as he fucks her if he's still as Parallax as he seems. Maybe more Kyle is coming through. She can almost smell him, the way Kyle smells under the slightly cloying smell of Parallax. But then she feels one of the tentacles push into her alongside Kyle's thrusting dick, and another one pushes into her ass, filling her completely. "let's not forget your most dangerous weapon!" Kyle adds, and a tentacle slides into Zatanna's mouth.

She's so full now but Zatanna can't stop herself from moaning and pushing back against the tentacles and Kyle's dick as they pound into her. There's something about this that she wants. She could almost throw her mind back to all the sex magic she did with Constantine, like this was something she summoned herself with her own magic and not a horrible entity posessing her best friend. The thought of that gets her wetter and before she knows it she's cumming, screaming around the tentacle in her mouth.

The last thing Zatanna hears as she fades into unconsciousness is Kyle's cloying voice saying, "just wait until you see all the other things I want to do to you." She could almost pretend she wasn't looking forward to it.
From: (Anonymous)
OP here. Thank you for the fill. It was PERFECT! I love Zee wondering how much of it stemmed from Kyle as opposed to Parallax, and that ending, hnnng. I both want to see more and don't want to see more because it's deliciously teasing.

Date: 2013-03-20 12:54 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Mar'i doesn't tell Dick that he's her father on another world. She wants to experience everything this younger version of him could be in her new life.

Bonus: She tells him during, and they both keep going anyway

mar'i/dick--the family that lays together

Date: 2013-03-20 05:20 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
He always had had a thing for Tamaraneans. Especially dominant ones.

Dick whined high as Mar'i rode him hard, his body heating from their actions and her own natural warmth. His eyes slipped shut from pleasure until she yanked his head back, tugging hard on his hair until he was looking at her again. She was just as fiery and passionate as Kori and he loved every moment of it.

He squeezed her full breasts, catching a raised nipple with his teeth. That's when he heard it:

"Daddy!"

They both froze, looking at each other with wide eyes.

"In my world... You're my...."

Dick was sure she was saying something else, but he couldn't really concentrate with the way she spasmed around his cock. He stroked her hair, trailing his hand down her neck to her breast. "It's okay, Baby. Daddy isn't mad."

For a moment, he was sure he'd said the most wrong thing he could've as she raised herself off him, eyes flashing. A second later, however, she slammed back down on him, riding him harder than ever. "That's right. You're good to me, aren't you, Daddy?"

He would never be better for her.

Re: mar'i/dick--the family that lays together

Date: 2013-03-20 04:36 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
this is so WRONG and yet so hot, you have hit all my taboo buttons perfectly, anon!!

Re: mar'i/dick--the family that lays together

Date: 2013-03-21 01:24 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OP IS QUITE APPEASED

vampires, Damian/Lian

Date: 2013-03-20 03:19 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Older Damian/Lian, where she is a vampire and he is a vampire hunter. Damian has already killed all of Lian's vampire family and she is the last one, but can he bring himself to do it when he's so sexually attracted to her? Or will he fall victim to her? Either way they have hot sex first!

STAR TREKKIN ACROSS THE UNIVERSE

Date: 2013-03-20 03:41 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I want a Star Trek AU! It doesn't matter to me who is who or even if anybody bones each other (ha ha) as long as the fine ass members of the League are the crewmembers of the Starship Enterprise!

Dick mpreg

Date: 2013-03-20 03:44 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Dick Grayson is pregnant with a child, ur choice who is the other parent

Extra speshul bonus points if he licks it clean after birth.

Date: 2013-03-20 04:46 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Kyle and Stephanie have both been broken up with and end up having sex

Date: 2013-03-21 01:26 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
seconded

Date: 2013-03-20 04:56 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
What if Zatanna became pregnant with triplets by Clark, and two of the babies had her powers and the other one his powers?

and now we are one | Kent-Zatara Triplets

Date: 2013-03-20 05:06 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
"You know what could happen," Zayn says. Zera nods. Their hair tangles together when she moves, catching on her twin's long eyelashes. She thinks of Zayn as her twin, not her triplet; they're the ones who are alike, the same starry black hair, the same xenolinguistic magical tongues. Their mother is driven to distraction when the twins speak magic in Kryptonian, in Martian, in Spanish and Tameran and Cantonese, all the languages they've greedily learned from the aunties and uncles in the League.

They're not just incredible magicians, performing spells in tandem, but they have a dizzying number of spells available to them in this delicious smorgasbord of language. They've been learning them together for all of their sixteen years now, and the repository of magic between the two of them is unspeakably vast. Soon, Zera thinks, they might not even need to speak aloud. She'll just have to meet Zayn's clear, guileless blue eyes (the only way they're different, is that Zera somehow got the kind of deep brown eyes that tends to be described as inscrutable), and the magic will work.

"We have to do it, Zayn. You know that. There's no choice." They've already sent Kon and Billy away. They've already frozen Mom and Dad, sealed them up in the Fortress where the twins used to play as children among the otherworldly ice crystal formations. Zera doesn't even want to think about what happened with Uncle Zach. She digs her fingernails into her twin's arm and he makes a little hurt noise, astonished that she's pained him.

"Don't wimp out on me now, brother," Zera says, urgently, and he petulantly opens his mouth but before he can say anything at all, the lid of the corn crib is ripped away like so much tissue and he's standing there, flat blue of his eyes sizzling into red. In a horrifically absurd turn of events, the dried corn the twins are hiding in starts popping on the cobs, loud air bangs, and Zan-El laughs. Zera used to love her brother's laugh, once upon a time. Now there's no sound she hates worse.

Zan-El won't say anything to them. He stopped talking to them long ago, when he first started looking down on the twins for no having Kryptonian powers. Zera would almost find it all ironic, that the twins' power is language and Zan's is silence, but there's one more thing about it that's not funny at all. Zayn clings to her and Zan reaches down for them, strong hands, ice breath, the only course of action available to the twins is to magically dope themselves in the hopes that the pain won't be so bad.

There is one single, significant thing that Zan didn't inherit from their father. And that is Kal-El's vulnerability to magic.

Re: and now we are one | Kent-Zatara Triplets

Date: 2013-03-20 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
why must you hurt me like this anon?

Re: and now we are one | Kent-Zatara Triplets

Date: 2013-03-21 01:22 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Gorgeous and so sad, so intriguing! Makes me want to read more about these triplets.

Re: and now we are one | Kent-Zatara Triplets

Date: 2013-03-21 08:18 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
In her head, Zera goes back.

She doesn't go as far back as their childhood, Kon and Billy (he'd keep trying to gently correct Zayn, that it was "Marvel" when he was Shazammed, but try explaining to somebody born homo magi that magic made you two distinct people) taking them flying over the wheat fields on golden afternoons. Zan flying alongside and laughing his funny, fantastic laugh that made Zera love him so fiercely - Dad's expansive love for this world in that sound, Mom's bubbling mischief effervescing it.

Going back that far would hurt too much. And Zan-El in the here and now, shearing her head with his ice breath, making Zayn watch while he scorches wounds into the back of Zera's neck and shoulders, that hurts enough already.

Instead she goes back to Dar-Zod. Hearing Dad and Mom talking about Zan's friend among the New Kryptonians who had settled on Earth, the fears they had; how Zera had thought at the time that her parents were being tremendously unfair. They didn't worry that Kon would have his head turned by Kryptonian supremacy propaganda, why worry about Zan?

Zayn is whimpering now, underneath Zera, pressed down into the popcorned cobs. She can't move much, not with Zan holding her steady so he can burn symbols into her skull and add the stench of scorched hair to the corn smell and their triplet's tears. She looks at him and Zayn stills, the current of magic between them linking up strong and thick, a cable that even Zan can't sever.

That current was what helped them, when it came time to save their family. Their parents were heartbreakingly easy to deceive, indulging the twins' entreaty to be taken to the Fortress; Zera knew they'd be surprised and touched that their teenagers willingly wanted to spend some family time. It had been torture to hug and kiss her dad and act like everything was normal. Zayn had almost blown it all the minute Mom had called him her little bun. When the twins had woven the complex spell to freeze their parents in the crystals, twisting their tongues and wills along the cadence of backwards Kryptonian and Qwardian, they'd watched their parents' faces as they realized what their children were doing.

Zera had thought that would be the worst they'd have to endure. She was so, so wrong.

Billy and Kon were trickier to deal with - siblings catch on to siblings faster than parents will suspect - but the twins had been planning for a year and a half for this. Enough time for them to get Auntie Kara to help convince Kon and Billy that the diplomatic mission they were being timeshifted for was critical for the universe's continued existence. Enough time to convince Uncle Zach to help get rid of Dar-Zod, to cover for what they'd done and where they'd sent Kon and Billy to.

Uncle Zach. Thinking about him wrings a sob from her, even though she's managed so far not to give Zan the satisfaction. But she'd been her uncle's pet, and the sight of him after Zan was done with him - the melted and blackened flesh Zera had only been able to look at once before turning away. Zayn had been the one to give him final rites, magically atomizing Uncle Zach's corpse into stardust. Her sweet quiet twin had been like steel in that moment, their father's blood.

Zera gasps as Zan starts to tear through the skin lower on her back, flaying her open. She's going to die, and Zayn will have to watch until it's his turn, and o h

they t r i e d so hard

m o m m y

It's not the echo of her own dismantling thoughts. It's Zayn, whispering, and Zera looks at him in agonized confusion before she feels Zan being torn away from her by a whirlwind of silver-black. "Zan. Get away from my children."

It's their mother. And it's their mother as Zera has never seen her, one arm held out and the other drawn back and crackling with power, so much power that the twins are lifted out of the corn crib just from the rippling currents from it. Zatanna's eyes are not just black. They're medulla jewel obsidian; they're wells of sorcery that would send mortals screaming; they're the glorious and terrible rage of a mother destroying one child to save the others.

Zan is kicking, struggling, snarling. He can't understand why her magic is working on him. Zera knows, Zera can tell what their mother allowed into her soul in order to have the ability for this. What they'll all have to live with, once Dad gets back with Billy and Kon. She can tell that's what's happening, too. It's all changed and changing and their family won't ever be the same. But how can it?

Zayn says an almost inaudible word in Thanagarian behind her, and Zera grits her teeth as the wound down her back zips shut, flesh clicking back together like teeth. The twins float out, forming the points of a triangle with their mother as if it had been planned.

My d a r l i n g s, they hear Zatanna tell them, magical energy arcing between each magic user, and then there's a screaming rip above them and Zera sees blue eyes first, dark hair, her father and brothers -

- and Zan's voice has gone insanely high and jagged -

and -

Re: and now we are one | Kent-Zatara Triplets

Date: 2013-03-21 08:59 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
STOP BREAKING MY FEELS ANON

THIS HURTS SO BAD OMFG

But seriously this is the best written thing I swear to god

Re: and now we are one | Kent-Zatara Triplets

Date: 2013-03-21 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh my heart <3 these are beautiful, thank you thank you!

Re: and now we are one | Kent-Zatara Triplets

Date: 2013-03-22 12:22 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
It's perfect, just perfect, and thank you for the relief of Zayn and Zera being spared despite the tragic fate of poor Zan

agh, such beautiful writing-- all the little details, the little glimpses of memory that make it seem like a full world in itself in just a brief passage

Date: 2013-03-20 04:56 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Dick teaches Damian how to dance before his high school's winter formal.

Winter dance

Date: 2013-04-10 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
"This is the dance, Damian," Dick says-would-say, standing straight and yet easy, dressed in something ridiculous, no doubt. Damian's never understood why Dick amasses clothing of such evident garishness and cheapness, much less why Dick wears such things out in public (Grayson, you're so weird!).

Legging tights, in...peacock blue, Damian decides. With small workout shorts covered in green polkadots, with a cut-in-half yellow t-shirt that had a smiley face on it. Yes. Utterly ridiculous.

Biting back a smirk, Damian copies Dick's pose, drawing himself up. Not with so much grace, but he manages the attentiveness. "This is how you hold your dancing partner," Dick says-would-say, adding with a flake of mischief, "girl or boy," just to see Damian scowl.

"Dancing with Billy was only for when there were no suitable female partners at hand!" Damian snaps, and Dick's laughter flutters around him. "You already know how to dance," Dick says-would-say, teasingly, demonstrating where to hold one's hands. "I think you-"

"It is important to constantly refine one's knowledge, Father says," Damian cuts him off brusquely, but Dick will not be dissuaded.

"I think you only-"

"Really, Grayson, I don't think that dance instruction requires so much talking! I am quite capable of learning from demonstration alone." Damian hears a desperate note creep into his own voice and hates it, especially when Dick says-would-say:

"-only asked me to teach you so you could spend time with me."

"No!" Damian drops his arms, so carefully bowed around his phantom female partner, and stomps, all of the childish feelings he loathes so deeply engulfing him. "No! I don't care if you never spend time with me again! I don't!" He looks away from Dick's placid, faraway expression as he shrieks, "I'm glad you're never here anymore!"

His voice, harsh and high, echoes through the cave. He is alone. He has, always, been alone.

Re: Winter dance

Date: 2013-04-11 06:42 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh...my heart.....

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