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Date: 2009-07-26 07:48 pm (UTC)Re: Raven/Robin - Bite The Hand That Feeds You
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Date: 2009-07-26 07:51 pm (UTC)Non/Dub-con-sex pollen story that starts non con and ends dub-con
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Date: 2013-08-22 07:10 am (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Fascinating. Simply fascinating."
Brainiac 5 dealt with a lot of things from his universe but being under the scrutiny of his doppelganger wasn't on his
list.
The teenager felt himself being stared coarsely from the table currently strapped down to.
His pseudo version only had a superficial likeness to himself. Green skin, blond hair, purple. After that it differed. For
one thing this Brainiac 5 contained both artificial and humanoid parts, close to being akin to an android. His eyes purple
with white irises.
He was younger than him. This version if he recalled had around fourteen cycles compared to his seventeen.
"Complete humanoid structure with the exception of your 'ports.' They act as an inhibitor correct?"
Brainy tried to ignore the gnawing emotion of being perturbed at the other Brainiac 5 expanding his neck to peer down at
him. "Yes; I ended up being 'upgraded,' due to an unknown space anomaly that had a lot to do with the configuration of
space and gravitational dimensional composition. My ports are not only my force field integrated but also help my
intellect from expanding to unstable levels."
"I see, which would explain why you are here in our dimensional correct?"
"Yes, my previous world unfortunately met its demise due to outside forces." Brainy refused to explain what those outside
forces were. From what he gathered before hoping to this Future Earth, Superman Prime as well as everything else did not
exist here, thank goodness.
The other Brainiac 5 wrote down the information in what humanoid Brainy understood was a Omnicom. The Coluan sucked down
the emotion of pensive melancholy spreading towards his twelve intellects.
Brainy closed one eye as his other version poked at the disks lightly on his forehead. "It seems to be that the technology
differs but has similar qualities in your flight rings." Of course, Norg build them in his time period compared to this
version doing it outright.
He wouldn't never admit that out-loud though.
A cold almost metallic finger traced his cheek and Brainy felt himself shiver. It felt strange, like rough callused fingertips.
"Your skin is appealing too, I must find out if its the same all over."
Those fingers touched against his collarbone, wavering and ghosting the hem of his uniform. He agreed to this so that their exploration and protection of other worlds would stay on track. There was something going to happen here so Brainy let himself become the scapegoat for this Legion's interest.
It didn't mean he enjoyed it but it would be better him rather than Cosmic boy or even the merged Element lad/Live wire.
“Do you mind if I strip you naked?”
Brainy was going to answer that until a hand grabbed the doppelganger arm. "I think that's enough experimentation."
Brainiac 5 of this world didn't miss a beat. "I see you are the Invisible kid of this other dimension. Interesting." He expanded himself, arms rotating out of their sockets as well as his neck elongating. If it wasn't for the situation the humanoid Brainiac 5 would had laughed; his other self reminded him of those twenty first century Earth toys.
Lyle Norg phased in, annoyance in his brown eyes. "Yeah I get that a lot. If you may could you please unhand my friend?"
"Friend?" The other Brainiac 5 rotated his head one hundred and eighty degrees. "I see; there's something you're hiding correct? You appear to be defensive, your heart rate quicken while I examined this 'other me.' It reminds me of something."
Lyle flushed; how did this Brainy pick up that they were dating? Or was it a bluff? "You're joking right?"
The other Brainiac reformed himself, Lyle letting go of him arm as he did. He turned towards his doppelganger, then to Invisible kid, then back again.
"I-"
"I think that's enough." Brainiac 5 undid the latch on the table without any effort and sat up. The last thing he needed to do was explain how he and Norg had a relationship. He seen how his version looked at Superman and how this Invisible kid looked at his clone and he didn't want to be involved in that drama when it erupted.
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Date: 2009-07-26 07:52 pm (UTC)Garfield goes into heat...
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Date: 2009-07-26 07:54 pm (UTC)prompt: First time
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Date: 2009-07-28 01:07 am (UTC)http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/spankingfemme/art/deviant/IvyHarley-color.jpg
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Date: 2009-07-26 07:56 pm (UTC)It's a kink in and of itself!
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Date: 2009-07-28 07:53 am (UTC)~~
The dance went as usual, and Jason danced with every trick he had. It's the game, hide and seek, action and reaction, same-sign charged particles repelling in a shower of fireworks, and it's the best game in town. Like this: Batman moving too fast for Jason to take anything approaching aim; Jason arching backwards, balancing on one hand to dodge a batarang that would only maim.
Maybe Bruce likes it, too, like Jason does. Maybe Bruce had missed having someone to play with without worrying about broken bones and washing blood out of the gauntlets. Maybe they couldn't have had this rush of adrenaline and violence the last time, but Jason is sure as hell gonna make up for the lost time.
"Aw, is that a bat in your jock, or are you just happy to see me?"
Bruce neatly dodged his sweep, but it's not like Jason presents much of a challenge. He threw a knife, all distraction, and ran across the rooftop to gain momentum. (No play made Bruce dull, dull, dull.) So it took jumping from one rooftop to another with a fuck-you to de-cel lines, fine, fine, just let it end like this: two point landing, and Bruce is there a heartbeat later, a quick exchange of blows and Jason's backed against a water tower. Bruce shoves his right hand against the metal, hard, but the armoured gauntlet protects his bones from cracking and he doesn't lose the gun. (It's his favourite: a semi-auto Smith & Wesson, fissures along the grip matching the Joker's latest dental report.) And he's here, present continuous in detective pulp, because Jason doesn't want this to stop.
"Special rooftop? Wait, no, I got it: we had our first date here." He sneers, feeling the whited out lenses on his domino narrowing, Bruce close enough for comfort. This isn't how he remembers this particular dance from when he was in awe and kinda terrified and hard for Bruce anyway, but it shouldn't not be like this, either. There's only, what, two inches of height difference between them now, and Jason knows this even as Bruce leans in in a half-assed loom. Jason adds, "and here I didn't even bring flowers."
"Jason," Bruce says, and it's not like it isn't the Voice of Night, but there's also an edge to it. Kind of like vulnerability, but not. Jason can almost taste it. Bruce says, "stop this. You don't have to --."
"But I do. Who else will?" He doesn't want that tinge of anger in his voice. (He doesn't remember not being angry, but his memory is shit and hole-ridden.) Bruce lets him free his arm. He knows this dance. Jason wants Bruce's scars under his fingers, he wants his sensory memory updated. "So c'mon," he says instead and presses his cheek to Bruce's, smiling against the slight grain of stubble, and whispers, "fix me. Dare ya."
Like in the old times, he falls to his knees. Bruce's breath hitches almost unnoticeably and he rests one hand against the water tower just as the other fists in Jason's hair. Jason purrs, leaning into the touch -- he's probably not supposed to develop a kink for the gauntlets, but fuck it, Bruce must've designed them for blow-jobs anyway. Jason's done his homework: he deactivates the belt, finds all the catches on the armour. Easy; his surveillance doesn't lie.
Sucking off Bruce is just like the old times, too, though now he beats his gag-reflex by sheer force of will and --heh -- dances with every trick he has. Bruce doesn't make a sound, and Jason takes his sweet fucking time.
When Bruce comes, breathing even as you please, hand in Jason's hair tightening -- Jason rests his forehead on Bruce's hip, smelling sweat and armour, and unzips his jeans. He maneuvers around the jock and gets himself off with a few hard strokes. When he's done, Bruce takes two steps back. He looks like he wants to cover his face with his hand, but it's not like anything ever shows on his face, and he doesn't.
"Jay--" Bruce starts, and yeah, here's that anger Jason shares his body with now. He shakes his head once and says, low, "No."
He ducks, and backs away until he stands at the edge of the roof, ready to jump. "Try again."
He grins, danger and a come-hither bow, and flies.
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Date: 2009-08-11 07:24 pm (UTC)Somebody, please!
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Date: 2009-07-26 07:58 pm (UTC)Spectacular Title
Date: 2009-08-13 02:54 am (UTC)"Well hey there, M'gann," Rose smirked. M'gann somewhat sheepishly reverted back to herself, and morphed her wrists out of the handcuffs.
"Hi Rose," M'gann anxiously twiddled her fingers and bit her lower lip. Rose thought it was kind of hot.
"So, are we gonna do this, or what?" Rose grinned, already stripping out of her armour. M'gann turned back into Robin, and getting no response, shifted into Cassie, and then Eddie, cocking her head to the side, and looking at Rose searchingly. Rose pressed Eddie-M'gann down on the bed, and pulled the martian's arms above her head towards the headboard, locking them in place with the handcuffs.
"Try again, space invader," Rose purred. M'gann instantly morphed into Supergirl, no response, Jaime, no response, Raven, well that's odd, and then just looked confused and settled on a whole amalgam of superheros.
"Rose?" M'gann squeaked. Rose licked up the side of the martian's face, and M'gann reversed back to her green-skinned self with a gasp.
"There we go!" Rose exclaimed, before kissing M'gann roughly. Then she bit down, and tasted martian blood, as M'gann moaned. Rose then focused her attentions on M'gann's breasts,sucking roughly, as M'gann's body began to writhe and buck beneath her. When Rose bit down on M'gann's left nipple, the alien tried to bite back a small shriek.
"Aw, that's no fun. I'll have to teach you a lesson," Rose's fingers slowly snaked down to between M'gann's legs, and quickly located her clit, flicking her fingernail over it. M'gann moaned.
"There we go! Vocalize! Now," Rose grinned wickedly "make it bigger." M'gann whimpered, but complied. Maybe Rose would kiss her again if she was good. And rub her clit.
Rose's grinned like the Chesire Cat as M'gann's clit expanded. Then she raised her hand, and brought it down across the enlarged organ. M'gann screamed.
Rose spanked her clit again and again, and rubbed her own sex against M'gann's thigh. M'gann arched into the slaps, screaming each time Rose's hand descended on her clit. Her whole body was rembling wildly, as the abuse brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She was so close, just one more...
But Rose had stopped. She was still humping M'gann's thigh, and sucking on two of her own fingers happily. M'gann mewled.
"What was that, sweetheart?" Rose drawled lazily.
"P,please...R,r,rose...Ahh!"
"Need to articulate better," Rose was now fingering herself as well, practically bouncing up and down on M'gann's leg. M'gann screwed her eyes closed, and then morphed her arms out of the handcuffs, into tentacles which grabbed Rose. M'gann flipped herself over, so that she was on top, pinned Rose beneath her, and sat on her shocked face.
"Please..." M'gann ground her now normal-sized clit across Rose's face. Rose happily obliged, driving her tongue into M'gann's cunt. M'gann morphed two extra limbs, and began playing with Rose's clit, while the other limb ended in a more phallic form, which M'gann drove mercilessly into Rose. Rose shrieked into M'gann's cunt and arched, driving the limb even deeper inside her. When she came, M'gann screamed as loud as she could, and shortly after, Rose came as well, moaning into M'gann's cunt, as the martian sat dazed on her face.
After her breathing returned to normal, Rose pushed M'gann off of her, and rolled onto her side. M'gann smiled contentedly at her, and then pulled Rose into an embrace, wrapping her four arms around the other woman. Rose pushed some red hair out of M'gann's face, before kissing her, softly this time. M'gann somehow managed to pull Rose even closer, almost into her, and cuddled into she fell asleep. Rose, unable to escape M'gann's embrace, played with a lock of red hair, smiling to herself.
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Date: 2009-07-26 08:20 pm (UTC)Instead of killing him outright, he decides to teach him a lesson
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Date: 2014-03-23 09:10 pm (UTC)He would always remember the grin.
Smiling from ear to ear in an almost impossible fashion, the rictus smile stared up at towards the Joker as he positioned himself in front of the boy to get better access.
Large bruises covered Jason's neck and torso, a mixture of marks left by fingers and lips. It was apparent that he had spent a long time fighting against the larger man above him, his left arm twisted in a way that suggested it was broken. Blood stains shone agains the dark concrete of the floor, giving off a faint smell of copper that assualted the nose. Todd's uniform was ripped in places, showing large welts and cuts crisscrossing his body. The boy lay limp on the floor in defeat, leaving the Joker to do as he pleased. All fire had left him with the rebellious spirit that so infuriated the Batman replaced with the fear of a caged animal. As the Joker pushed himself into the boy, a small noise escaped Jason's lips. It was difficult to tell through the twisted mouth whether the noise was one of pain. His face was left untouched. Pure and open it faced the Joker's, staring into the man's malicious green eyes. Joker made sure not to take his eyes off the boy's, ensuring that he took in every flicker of emotion that went through Todd's face. Tears welled up at the corner's of his eyes but the smile still took dominance, showing pleasure at the Joker's administrations despite the increasing noise escaping Jason's lips and the wetness that darkened his mask now dripping, ignored, down his cheeks and into the sides of his split and cracked lips.
It took Batman approximately four seconds to register this as he entered the room fearing the worst, that Jason Todd may now be dead. It took a further two seconds for him to approach the Joker from behind, unnoticed by both, bloodied crowbar in hand. Twin smiles stared up at him as Robin raised his eyes to Batman's own and he saw the Joker reflected, sudden comprehension crossing the monster's face.
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Date: 2009-07-26 09:20 pm (UTC)"Nimue, still you must learn," he said as he brought his own hands up around her own. "Just because you have accoutrements of control doesn't mean you're in control."
It was now the Stranger's turn.
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Date: 2009-07-28 01:57 am (UTC)Rustle of fabric, left of the bed and Huntress smiled. She had them. She slipped inside, then turned on her heel and leveled the crossbow where she heard the sound. Only an instant before she pulled the trigger did she recognize the Question, his hands up in surrender. "Don’t shoot."
"Q!" She holstered the crossbow and whapped him on the shoulder, eliciting a surprised "Ow!" "Why do you keep breaking in? I gave you a key!"
He rubbed his shoulder. "That was almost six months ago. I assumed you would have changed the locks by now as a routine precaution."
Huntress sighed. "Of course."
"Warned you she’d come up weapons drawn," said a new voice, a woman's in the corner. She’s dark-haired and familiar, though Huntress can’t quite place her.
"Since when do you have an accomplice for burglary?"
Question shrugged his shoulders. "It’s only burglary if I steal something. This is breaking and entering." Huntress rolled her eyes and glanced at the woman, who shook her head with a Hey, don’t look at me expression. "Helena," he said---her eyebrows raised at hearing her civilian name---"I believe you've met Renee Montoya."
"Oh, right!" she said, the woman's face finally clicking in her memory. "You're GCPD! Bullock's partner!"
"Former."
"Oh. Right." The scandal. "Sorry." She turned back to Question. "That doesn't explain why you brought her to my apartment."
"I wanted to make sure the two of you met. She's going to be taking over for me."
She quirked an eyebrow. "Taking over?"
"As the Question."
A pit formed deep in her stomach. "Why does someone...are you retiring?" Even as she said it she knew that wasn't it.
A heartbeat passed before he answered. "I'm dying."
She felt like Batman had just punched her. "Dying? I...how?"
"Cancer." The stark way he said it was what convinced her it was true. No theory, no conspiracy, just that one horrible word. "The chemicals that make my mask function. They turned out to be more carcinogenic than I'd suspected."
She almost wanted to laugh. "Seriously? The expert on all the ways the government is giving us cancer and that's what gets you?"
He shrugged. "It's always the one you don't see coming."
She swallowed hard. "How long?"
"Six months. Maybe eight, with clean living."
Her legs were jelly. "Okay. Okay, we can take care of this. We know lots of people....."
"Helena...."
"Zatanna! Zatanna can fix this! Or one of the other magic people....."
"Don't you think I've considered all that?"
Huntress felt the hope bleed out of her. Question routinely considered things that would never occur to sane people, of course he would have already looked into anything she could come up with. "Baby, you can't expect me to not do anything!" It was so much easier to be angry. "You just come here and drop this on me, and introduce me to your replacement like she's getting me in the will" --- Renee chuckled at that --- "and then tell me there's nothing I can do! There'salways something....."
He grabbed her shoulders and kissed her through his mask, through the thing killing him from the inside. "Helena, please," he whispered, and she felt him shaking. "Please. That's not why I'm here."
She wanted to rage at him, scream and yell and throw things until she stopped feeling like a bag of broken glass.
She didn't have the time to waste. She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him on top of her, sliding her hands under his shirt. His practiced hands undid her top; she arched her back at the feel of his rough gloves on her breasts. She heard a gasp of admiration from Renee and looked at her; Renee blushed and rose to leave.
She motioned her to stay. For some reason Q needed this. And if that was all she could do, then Huntress would make sure he got what he needed.
(Q/H/Q in part 2, promise!)
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