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4. "What Happens at the Wayne-Harper Wedding Stays at the Wayne-Harper Wedding", Helen/Bill
"What Happens in Aisle 6 Stays in Aisle 6", J'onn/Kate
"What Happens in Alnwick Stays in Alnwick", Mar'i/Bai
"What Happens in the Circle Stays in the Circle", Jason Blood + Oliver Queen
"Mamihlapinatapei: What Happens in Room 1506 Stays in Room 1506", Zach/Mar'i
"What Happens in Ollie's Office Stays in Ollie's Office", Gar/Mia
"What Happens at Carr Stays at Carr", Clark/Ollie - college!AU
5. "Stuck", Damian + Kate
9. "No Best Friend of Mine", Bruce + Damian, dog!Damian
Leave an anon prompt in the comments
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FILLED PROMPTS:
4. "What Happens at the Wayne-Harper Wedding Stays at the Wayne-Harper Wedding", Helen/Bill
"What Happens in Aisle 6 Stays in Aisle 6", J'onn/Kate
"What Happens in Alnwick Stays in Alnwick", Mar'i/Bai
"What Happens in the Circle Stays in the Circle", Jason Blood + Oliver Queen
"Mamihlapinatapei: What Happens in Room 1506 Stays in Room 1506", Zach/Mar'i
"What Happens in Ollie's Office Stays in Ollie's Office", Gar/Mia
"What Happens at Carr Stays at Carr", Clark/Ollie - college!AU
5. "Stuck", Damian + Kate
9. "No Best Friend of Mine", Bruce + Damian, dog!Damian
EVERY PAIRING
Date: 2013-03-20 06:31 pm (UTC)~Write your pairing of choice doing it any way you see fit, as long as it's a "what happens in [place] stays in [place]~
What Happens at the Wayne-Harper Wedding Stays at the Wayne-Harper Wedding, Helen/Bill
Date: 2013-03-20 06:55 pm (UTC)"It's traditional for the best man and the maid of honor to have...to do it in a cupboard while everybody else has cake and champagne?" Bill tries to keep his voice level but it's hard with Helen latching on to his ear with her teeth. She snorts, shifting her hands to his chest, nails scraping down the clean crisp front of his tuxedo shirt.
"Of course," Helen scoffs in that careless tone she has. Sometimes, Bill thinks, it increases in direct proportion to how worrying his own tone gets. "We'd bring down bad luck on their heads if we didn't bang in the cupboard at their wedding." Her Green Lantern ring catches against one of his shirt buttons and Bill feels a sudden rush of heat. Helen's always snagging parts of him, in one way or another.
Bending his head, he catches her open, upturned mouth with his and moves his hands from smacked hesitantly against the polished mahogany wall to curve around her familiar hips. His knuckles take the brunt of it when Bill turns, lifting Helen, pushing her against the wall. "Fine," he says firmly under her wild, triumphant laugh. "But I'm doing this for the sake of Damian and Lian's wedded happiness. Not because I believe in curses and trouble."
"Oh, you believe in trouble, baby," Helen purrs, her long hair falling across his face as she presses her forehead to his, and Bill's snagged all over again.
Re: What Happens at the Wayne-Harper Wedding Stays at the Wayne-Harper Wedding, Helen/Bill
Date: 2013-03-21 01:29 am (UTC)what happens in aisle 6 stays in aisle 6 - j'onn/kate
Date: 2013-03-20 07:09 pm (UTC)"Tell me how much you want it," Kate Spencer demanded, standing over the Martian's prone, undressed body. Her hair was loose around her face and she had one foot planted on the ground on either side of J'onn's form, her hands on her hips, waiting for his response. When it was too long in coming, Kate Spencer lifted one expensive ruby colored Louboutin (the only clothing she was wearing) and placed it on the green man's exposed stomach. "Tell me, or you get nada."
"Kate!" J'onn groaned, the woman's name coming from the depths of his soul. He wanted this so much, more than anything he could remember at this moment. He could not believe the force of the hunger inside him, desire such as he had never suffered. Could there be anything more acutely painful than this, more of a religious ecstasy? Collecting himself with a shudder, the Martian finally formed his green lips around the words: "I want it more than I have, to this date, wanted anything in all the worlds."
A smile curving her lips, Kate Spencer lowered her body onto his. As she came closer, out of the dim light, J'onn's heart sped up at the sight of her nude skin and the Chocos stuck over her bikini areas, each adhered with a dab of icing. The dark sweet chocolate aroma of them mingled with the scent of Kate herself, and the Martian moaned his longing. There would never be anything better than this.
Re: what happens in aisle 6 stays in aisle 6 - j'onn/kate
Date: 2013-03-22 12:31 pm (UTC)What Happens in Alnwick Stays in Alnwick, Mari/Bai
Date: 2013-03-20 07:59 pm (UTC)"They're poisonous, Bai," Mar'i tells her, tightening her grip on the speedster just enough for Bai to go still. "That's why this is called the Poison Gardens. I don't give a fuck if you think you could outrun Conium maculatum, I'm not letting you touch them. Or eat them. Or rub them all over yourself."
"Why would I do any of that," Bai says, but the shifty look on her face means that she was considering doing exactly one of those things. Mar'i sighs and kisses Bai's flat cheekbones to calm her, pulling them both to a patch of firm springy green grass to lie on. "Here, we can do this instead." The Tamaranean holds up a bell of datura over their faces, shaking it just enough so pollen falls lightly on them. "It might not affect us that much because we're not oh whoa hey did you just grow another three arms?"
"No," Bai giggles, "but I like how your hair is singing to me." She curls around Mar'i with her long gangly limbs, sucking circles into Mar'i's skin wherever her lips land. "Look! I'm making whirlpools in you!"
"I am an irresponsible botanist," Mar'i realizes loudly as a hundred pounds of high, horny speedster start to vibrate and shake all over her. For some reason she can't bring herself to feel bad.
What happens in The Cirlce stays in The Circle - Jason Blood/Oliver Queen
Date: 2013-03-20 09:39 pm (UTC)The deathless magician paused his motions with the sacred athame to stare incredulously at the blond man within the chalk-inscribed tetragrammaton. "Are you taking the piss?" he demanded. "The only reason we're even IN this mess is because of you, you wanker! What kind of bloody tosspot flirts with a woman who has one COW HOOF?"
Fidgeting in his place inside the magic circle, Ollie mumbles to himself but otherwise stops complaining, because when you put it like that yeah it does sound kingsize boneheaded. He watches as Blood chants and sprinkles all kinds of powders in patterns outside the circle, finally clapping his hands in a big show and shouting three magic words. A boom echoed through the dark room, extinguishing the candles, and Ollie blinked into the resulting darkness in confusion.
"That's it," Blood's voice said. He struck a match and lit his candelabra and Ollie frowned.
"That's it? Then why the hell am I dressed up like-" the archer looked down at himself, in a big flouncy low-cut dress that showed half his hairy chest, teetering on heels, a feathery fruity hat flopping down into his face, "--a Carmen Miranda drag queen?" Blood paused halfway up the stairs out of the dank room.
"Purely to see the look on your face when I tell you there's no reason at all," Blood said, grinning, and blew out his candelabra. The sound of Oliver Queen swearing up a storm and falling flat on his bearded face in the resulting darkness was well worth the effort.
Re: What happens in The Cirlce stays in The Circle - Jason Blood/Oliver Queen
Date: 2013-03-22 03:03 pm (UTC)Re: What happens in The Cirlce stays in The Circle - Jason Blood/Oliver Queen
Date: 2013-03-25 09:09 pm (UTC)Mamihlapinatapei
Date: 2013-03-20 09:54 pm (UTC)They walk down the carpeted hotel lobby and her hand doesn't go for his.
The wait for the elevator is excruciating between the slight tightness in his pants and the extreme tightness of her dress.
This was a mistake, he thinks to himself as he avoids the urge to look at her, examining some stupid potted plant. But then he remembers the way her manicured nails scraped the back of his neck behind that crowded stage and her lips had formed the words "nice show" and "we're going to a hotel" long before he was articulate enough to tell her that, yes, that was exactly what he wanted, too.
The ding of the arriving elevator distracts him enough that after the door close, he doesn't expect her mouth to meet his jaw. And yet, suddenly, there it is, a hot little mouth and the dark pink wet lips attached to it trailing kisses down his jawline. She turns on like a damn light bulb and suddenly he's on too, and they're groping like horny teenagers in a store dressing room.
She's already undone his tie--15 floors left--and she's pushing the few top buttons apart to get at his collar bone--10 floors--he pushes the top of her dress down so the left cup of her dark red bra is exposed--5 floors--her right leg slides between his silk pants and pushes his hard cock up even more--DING
And just like that, she's detached again, bra still visible, dress twisted, ridiculously tall heels making no sound on the carpet as her ass swings side-to-side. He swipes them into the room, she puts her clutch on the nightstand. He pulls off his topcoat, she slips out of her heels.
She turns ever so slightly and smiles at him. His chest is not broad enough, and his eyes are fresh leaves, not liquid gold, but fuck, he can get whatever he wants as long as he keeps that attitude. That fucking little cocky smirk did it for her the first time they met and it'll keep doing for her as long as she wants it to.
He takes a step towards her, and she lets out a raspy laugh. Suddenly he's falling backward onto the bed. She doesn't even let his body bounce before she crawls on top of him and grabs his mouth with her own. It's their first kiss, he thinks like the teenager he barely isn't, and something in the back of his mind chastises him for this thought. Her tongue tastes like pomegranate and he wonders who is the Persephone and who is the Hades. He isn't sure anymore.
The grind of her pelvis on his makes them both moan. She pulls their mouths apart long enough to smirk at him as she hands slide into his dress pants. He groans as she cups and massages his balls before moving her attention solely to his cock. Long, thick strokes and she's got her heat pressed right against the mound his cock and her hand are making and they both are making that noise in each other's mouths.
He bites and tugs her bottom lip until she winces just so, and suddenly her hand is out of his pants and trying to undo his belt. His fuck-addled brain know he can't help her, so he slides his own down to first palm her panties before slipping a thumb underneath the dark lace. Her breath comes out in a huff when he rubs her clit, and he is just barely tuned-in to his own body to hear the rip of leather as she removes his belt the best way she knows how. This done, her arms suddenly go up and back and the brightly patterned dress slides up and over her head, leaving only dark red underwear for his appraisal.
The bounce of her clothed breasts as she brings her arms back down reminds him that, yes, she has those too, and suddenly he forces himself to sit up, sliding her a little down on his lap. She starts to make a disappointed whine but the touch of his hands removing her bra cuts that short and she can only gasp and then purr as his mouth envelops one dark peach nipple. He lifts his hips to pull his pants down and she assists as best she can with them still connected at her breasts.
By the time he presses his tip against her wetness she is seeing constellations all around his face. She feels and she feels HARD and all she needs is just a little press and--he sheathes himself into her and she lets out a soft little cry. Her body spasms around him, and he stops thinking.
The pace starts off too fast, and they both barely realize how much the other person must want them before they settle into something a little slower. He moves back from her breast to her mouth and she accepts him with open arms that wrap around his chest and scratch at his back. The thick, wet sound of breathing and pumping fills the room and the bed begins to hit the wall heavily. He takes advantage of her light laughter to grab her hips and shove them down on him. She arches and cries out, his mouth silencing the sound as he explores her mouth with his tongue.
He sinks down onto the bed, still sliding in and out at their unspoken perfect pace, and she kisses him until the last second when their lips have to part so he can fully lie down. She sits back up, breasts bouncing in their newly found freedom and his head resting more than comfortably against the stark white pillows. Did Hades get this view of Persephone, he manages to wonder looking up at her before she intentionally clutches the wall of her pussy around him and everything starts fading to white.
Her nails scrape across his abdominal muscles, and when she leans over to tongue and suck his collarbone, the curve of her ass come up just enough to change the angle of his thrusting. He pins her hips in a vice grip, enjoying the newfound angle, and she writhes and mewls like a cat as he thrusts closer and closer to her g-spot. When he finally hits it, she shoves their mouths together so hard their teeth clink and cries out into him, hips rolling to soak up every single moment. Every centimeter of her cunt is quivering and sliding around him and it goes bright-white around him except for the shape of her face--it's beautiful he thinks and chides himself again for the rush of sentimentality--and they pull apart to scream each other's names...
"Ibn!"
"Kate!"
By the time they register that they didn't call out the right names and weren't called by the right names either, she's already resting beside him. They don't look at each other and the silence draws out until she finally sighs and pulls herself off the bed. He watches her search for her panties while the white murky liquid slowly slides down her legs. It seems stupid that he still sometimes forgets condoms, and she follows his glance.
"I'm on the pill," she says casually as she pulls the dark red panties up. "Ex-girlfriend?"
He raises up on the bed, still looking at her and wondering if he'll ever see her like this again. "Dead girlfriend," he finally says, like the words burn his tongue.
The next thing that happens confuses him. She starts crying. It's not sobbing, her lips don't quiver, and no gasps escape her mouth. It's as if someone has turned the faucets on behind her green eyes and won't turn them off. She dresses in silence, the tears rolling down her cheeks, the rest of her face as normal as if she were hanging out with their friends. He finally builds up the courage to ask, "dead boyfriend?"
She laughs and shakes her head. "No, just dimensionally once-removed. Life is just so fucking painful."
It's only then that he realizes she's leaving. He's always been the one to leave first, long before the girl wakes up. Now, sitting here watching her pull her dress down over her lingerie does he realize how shitty a move that really is.
The tears have stopped now and she leans back over the bed, placing her hands on his shoulders. She smells like flowers and sex and if he could get hard and pull her back into bed again he would, just to keep him company until the memories of short choppy blonde hair and a swollen belly fade away.
She has to get away before those eyes start changing colors and the scent of sandalwood and jasmine catches up to her. She's touched that dark hair once too much, she's realized, and now she's burnt herself.
"It's a defense mechanism," she apologizes as she kisses his forehead slightly and then pulls back away, collecting her clutch and leaving the room in silence. He leans his hand into his hands and cries, left alone with only his memory and a warm spot on the bed.
Re: Mamihlapinatapei
Date: 2013-03-20 10:20 pm (UTC)Mamihlapinatapei: What happens in Room 1506 stays in Room 1506
Damn anon status making it impossible to edit.
Re: Mamihlapinatapei
Date: 2013-03-20 10:23 pm (UTC)Re: Mamihlapinatapei
Date: 2013-03-21 01:53 am (UTC)In this context, these two make a lot of sense together
What happens in Ollie's office Stays in Ollie's office - Mia/Gar
Date: 2013-03-20 11:30 pm (UTC)"Sshhhh." Mia hissed has she pushed Gar down onto the chair falling to her knees and crawling under the desk as she swiveled Gar around.
"Oliver is going to walk in any minute."
Mia shushed him again but she was giggling and trailing her fingers up his thigh. "Do you think you can be quiet?"
Gar glared down at her and Mia laughed again leaning her head closer to the crotch of his pants. "You can't tell me to be quiet if you're going to keep laughing."
The door to the office flung open and Gar's head shot up so fast he hurt his neck.
"Where's Mia?" Ollie asked looking around.
Gar bit the inside of his mouth when he felt Mia's fingers snake past his pants and underneath his boxers. "She is-- She went to the bathroom." He said and Oliver nodded his head apparently accepting that answer.
"Alright. Can you tell her to hurry her butt up. We don't have all day." Gar pressed his lips together and nodded his head slowly trying to ignore the fact Mia had managed to unzip his pants for better access. "Thanks"
When the door clicked closed Gar sighed with relief. Unfortunately Mia pushed the chair away and moved from her spot under the desk.
"I guess we have to go now!" She said making her way to the door like she hadn't been doing what she had just been doing. "C'mon. You heard him. Hurry your butt up." She smirked at Gar and rolled her eyes when he gave her a pout. "Aw, don't give me that sad puppy look. It doesn't work on me."
Gar managed to take hold of Mia's hand when she reached down to pat his face and pushed so she was sitting down on the desk. "I just don't want to leave until we're on the same page." He said running his fingers up her thigh pushing her skirt up with them.
Re: What happens in Ollie's office Stays in Ollie's office - Mia/Gar
Date: 2013-03-21 03:03 am (UTC)What happens at Carr stays at Carr [Clark/Ollie]
Date: 2013-03-21 04:40 am (UTC)But when it's a six-foot-something dude in your bed with you and you start petting on him, it's not that much like your dog anymore, to stretch the overworked analogy even thinner. Suffice it to say that warm body reacts to warm body, and Ollie ends up kissing Clark until they're both fully awake.
"Oh, shit...Ollie, man, I musta got in the wrong bed! Sorrrrry." Clark laughs in the darkness of the room. It's still early morning, when nothing's light yet and everything seems half-real, and that's why Ollie murmurs, "S'okay, man," and presses his mouth against Clark's again. Before he knows it his fist is clenching in the front of Clark's t-shirt, fingers bunching into the neckline where it's slightly damp from sleep, and Ollie can't resist snuffling down into that fabric and the warmth of Clark's skin, slightly oily and remarkably smooth. He smells like rye and ginger, the Thursday night special at the pub. He tastes like it too. Ollie pushes up closer against Clark, which is roughly like snuggling a Volkswagen Beetle that's covered in moleskin. Or something to that effect.
What's peculiar (or maybe not, because this magic early morning hour is catching) is that Clark is making no move to leave. Instead, he rubs his cheek against Ollie's close-cropped, brushy hair and makes a noise of pleasure, one hand heavy on Ollie's arm. And before Ollie can do much else, Clark is reaching down between them, rubbing his knuckles along Ollie's cock and then pushing his hand into the cutoff sweats that Ollie sleeps in. Clark's eyelids are half-mast, the blue of them barely visible in this low light, but Ollie can see his mouth just fine and the way Clark's tongue is only slightly poking the corner makes him suddenly prickly-hot all over.
It's just the two of them here, Ollie reasons, and. And, well, what the fuck ever. Not like either of them is likely to go blabbing about this.
So he shifts more firmly against Clark, those sleepy but strong fingers, until both of them are hard and pressed into each other, grinding their hips to get the perfect angle and pressure and pace, Clark in long measured strokes and Ollie more a fast-fast-slooow-FAST kinda guy. Clark has one hand twisted in the waist of Ollie's sweats and the other viced around his bicep, holding him in place, and Ollie groans and growls and sucks and bites his way up and down Clark's throat like he's in heat.
Ollie comes first, tension draining abruptly out of him. He loops his arms around Clark to pull him in harder, arch against his thrusts, lick hot drowsy dirty words of encouragement against Clark's ear. Clark's hands tighten and he goes rigid, grabbing Ollie up and rolling over with him until the shuddering climax subsides and they're both panting for breath and half-trailing limbs off Ollie's too-small-for-two-jacked-guys bed.
It takes a minute or two for Ollie's heart to stop racing, and the room's looking lighter already, morning sun threatening to take it over and make all of this way too real. "Hey, Clark," he says, voice feeling sticky and rough in his throat. Clark makes a little sound, which is then followed by the longest contentedest snort Ollie's ever heard.
Grinning, Ollie tugs half the pillow from him and falls dreamlessly asleep.
Re: What happens at Carr stays at Carr [Clark/Ollie]
Date: 2013-03-22 12:33 am (UTC)