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So! I still want to write porn! But I've been so very bad at answering prompts lately (sry guys) so instead of requesting more prompts that are just going to remind me how much I've been failing, have a few drabbles and ficlets, ranging from PG13 to NC17 of several couples and such. Because I can.
Jenny doesn't follow one particular fighting style but it's very hard to know how the styles have evolved from the 21st century to the 62nd . They fall unto a familiar rhythm as they practice; Tim finds himself grinning.
When he throws a punch she grabs his arm, twisting and throwing him over her shoulder. He grabs her arm anyway so that she falls too, brave plan shattering as she falls on top of him, the soft press of her breasts against his chest, looking flushed, sweaty and if that wasn't enough, she gives him a disarming grin.
"I win," Jenny says.
No kidding, Tim thinks.
*
It really shouldn't be a surprise that Gwaine has an oral fixation, but Merlin finds himself appreciating it first handed (first mouthed?) with Gwaine's strong, calloused hands on his hips, clever mouth sucking at his balls.
"Someone's going to see," Merlin manages to tell him, breathless, trying not to think too much of how hard his dick is, how much he wants Gwaine to get on with it and put his mouth on his dick: by this point, even if he only offered a handjob Merlin would jump up and down in joy if not, again, for the fact that they are right outside of the pub.
But Gwaine grins, slow as molasses.
"Let them, then," he says, and before Merlin can say anything about that, Gwaine moves his mouth and finally - _finally_ - takes him in his mouth.
*
Her skin is impossibly soft, roses and vanilla scented when Jo presses her lips to the bend of her knee, nuzzling against the softness there. There's a tiny scar there, caused after a not-at-all-graceful trip that Lenora made which has embarrased her for as long as she knows her. Here the scent is stronger, trapped on the inside bend of her knee.
"Jo," Lenora whispers. Jo smiles against her skin, mouthing at the softness of her thigh. She chuckles when Lenora tugs at her hair - so impatient for a lady! - but she moves as her lady requests, forward, closer, moving until she can bury her mouth and nose in the much sweeter, headier taste of woman, waiting, patiently, for the way Lenora will moan.
*
"I do have the knowledge," Superboy snarls, angry and embarrassed, probably as embarrassed as Kaldur feels.
It's hard to gauge how much knowledge of everyday things Superboy has. So far, military knowledge he has in spades, something that makes him angry - or angrier - and aids to his own idea that the reason why Superman avoids him is because he's a weapon. But he hadn't been aware what ice-cream was, and even the actual context of relationships seems... harder to understand, to him.
So, without parents of an actual mentor to guide him - because Black Canary was away on a mission and as much as he respected him, Kaldur wouldn't say Red Tornado was the best one to give, as Robin and Wally had put it, 'the Talk' - the responsibility had fallen on his shoulders.
"I meant no offense," he says. That seems to make it easier, a bit, for Superboy, who relaxes, a bit, nodding just once. "If you have doubts or questions, please, do tell me. Even if it's something I do not know, I'll be glad to learn it with you."
"... then, would you..." Superboy starts, looking at him, as if searching for the words. Kaldur waits under that not-quite-nervous stare before Superboy looks away, standing up. "Nevermind."
Kaldur remains sitting, trying to remind himself how he should breath out of the water.
Jenny doesn't follow one particular fighting style but it's very hard to know how the styles have evolved from the 21st century to the 62nd . They fall unto a familiar rhythm as they practice; Tim finds himself grinning.
When he throws a punch she grabs his arm, twisting and throwing him over her shoulder. He grabs her arm anyway so that she falls too, brave plan shattering as she falls on top of him, the soft press of her breasts against his chest, looking flushed, sweaty and if that wasn't enough, she gives him a disarming grin.
"I win," Jenny says.
No kidding, Tim thinks.
*
It really shouldn't be a surprise that Gwaine has an oral fixation, but Merlin finds himself appreciating it first handed (first mouthed?) with Gwaine's strong, calloused hands on his hips, clever mouth sucking at his balls.
"Someone's going to see," Merlin manages to tell him, breathless, trying not to think too much of how hard his dick is, how much he wants Gwaine to get on with it and put his mouth on his dick: by this point, even if he only offered a handjob Merlin would jump up and down in joy if not, again, for the fact that they are right outside of the pub.
But Gwaine grins, slow as molasses.
"Let them, then," he says, and before Merlin can say anything about that, Gwaine moves his mouth and finally - _finally_ - takes him in his mouth.
*
Her skin is impossibly soft, roses and vanilla scented when Jo presses her lips to the bend of her knee, nuzzling against the softness there. There's a tiny scar there, caused after a not-at-all-graceful trip that Lenora made which has embarrased her for as long as she knows her. Here the scent is stronger, trapped on the inside bend of her knee.
"Jo," Lenora whispers. Jo smiles against her skin, mouthing at the softness of her thigh. She chuckles when Lenora tugs at her hair - so impatient for a lady! - but she moves as her lady requests, forward, closer, moving until she can bury her mouth and nose in the much sweeter, headier taste of woman, waiting, patiently, for the way Lenora will moan.
*
"I do have the knowledge," Superboy snarls, angry and embarrassed, probably as embarrassed as Kaldur feels.
It's hard to gauge how much knowledge of everyday things Superboy has. So far, military knowledge he has in spades, something that makes him angry - or angrier - and aids to his own idea that the reason why Superman avoids him is because he's a weapon. But he hadn't been aware what ice-cream was, and even the actual context of relationships seems... harder to understand, to him.
So, without parents of an actual mentor to guide him - because Black Canary was away on a mission and as much as he respected him, Kaldur wouldn't say Red Tornado was the best one to give, as Robin and Wally had put it, 'the Talk' - the responsibility had fallen on his shoulders.
"I meant no offense," he says. That seems to make it easier, a bit, for Superboy, who relaxes, a bit, nodding just once. "If you have doubts or questions, please, do tell me. Even if it's something I do not know, I'll be glad to learn it with you."
"... then, would you..." Superboy starts, looking at him, as if searching for the words. Kaldur waits under that not-quite-nervous stare before Superboy looks away, standing up. "Nevermind."
Kaldur remains sitting, trying to remind himself how he should breath out of the water.