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Ruby shoes
Audrey/Roth (those one superhero ocs)
Warnings: questionable consent, inappropriate use of childhood movies, swearing
"Oh my god what are you doing."
It was hilarious when he talked like that. All in a rush and without any inflection. Audrey smiled and slithered down to the floor, spreading his legs and sliding inbetween them. "I'm giving you a lap dance."
Roth (like that was even his real fucking name) narrowed his eyes behind his stupid nerdy glasses. "What. No. Why would you- No. For starters, you're not even on my lap. Therefore, you're an idiot because it's not even a lapdance. Secondly-"
He made an indignant sound when she opened up his pants. "I know I'm not in your lap, dipfuck, don't be so fucking impatient."
She slide back up from her knees, pressing against him as she moved. It was awkward straddling him in that fucking twirly chair of his with her skank boots on, but she got to stick her boobs in his face and generally wiggle around until she was seated comfortably on his lap, her short skirt riding up around her thighs. "Better?"
Roth's face is red, straight to the roots of his hair. Audrey leaned forward without waiting for a reply and licked a stripe from his jaw to his ear, just for the little squealy noise he made. "You're fucking invulnerable, how the fuck do you even get off on this shit?"
Audrey just smiles. "I can still feel shit, dumbass. It's just that shit bounces off me now." For a minute, Roth looks like he's actually scared of her. Then Audrey starts moving, a slow writhe against him and a teasing grind of her hips. Behind her, the computer screens flash bright colors and discordant notes seem to jangle. "Hey, turn it up, I like this part."
"You're out of your fucking mind," Roth gasped, but all the same, the volume went up on one of the screens in time for Judy Garland, all fresh faced and sweet, to exclaim to her little dog that she wasn't sure if they were in the American heartland anymore or not.
"You love it." She leaned back when the Munchkins started to sing about the dead witch, untying the strings on the bikini top. Roth groaned, but before he could lean down, Audrey caught him by his hair, pulling his head back to bite his throat. "Hands on my hips, Daddy. If you're good, I'll let you suck my tits when they get to the Scarecrow."
"F-fuck you." That sounded entirely too sincere. His hands land really more on her ass, but he's got those really nice spidery fingers that she likes, so it's fine. She licks her way up to his chin and sucks on his lower lip.
"Not until they get to the Emerald City."
x.
Kiss me, Stargirl
Toro(Tom Raymond)/Starfire (Koriand'r)
warnings: None, written for a kiss meme originally.
She's so far out of his world, in ever sense, it's almost too staggering. That body, that voice, those eyes. That hair. She's too much, just way too much. This was supposed to be a simple escort mission. Showing around the visiting royalty of another dimension. Straight forward and simple.
There is absolutely nothing straight forward about the way she tears through the robots surrounding them. There's really nothing simple about the way she spins him around and drags him close to kiss him, while he's still half lit up and really too hot for anyone to be touching. That doesn't bother her. It doesn't even stop her from pulling him closer, bending him back and... He's never been kissed quite like this before.
"You're beautiful." She says it against his skin, her mouth trailing across his jaw.
He shivers and realizes she's still holding him a good inch off the ground. "Shouldn't that be my line?"
She laughs, it's more like a purr, and doesn't respond. She just cups his cheek and kisses him again. He imagines she tastes like the stars.
x.
Trading Places
Miho/Jason Todd
Notes: from the capeandcowl kink meme that never got posted.
They're adrenaline junkies, the both of them. Which explains why this never happens in a bed. Or even in one of the safe houses. Explains why there's always the smear of blood that needs to be wiped away first or the growing sound of sirens in the background. It's never supposed to happen, but there they are on the fire escape. Jason's going to have bruises from where she pushed him down, but it doesn't matter when she tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls his head back to kiss him. She's straddling his hips, leaning over him and fuck, someone so tiny shouldn't have a presence like that. Commanding and so much control that she's not even bothering to use right now and okay, maybe he has a thing for women like that.
She who Must be Obeyed. He has to laugh at that. There's a faint vibration he can feel from Miho, a huff of air and a soft noise that for want of a voice would be a growl. The only warning he gets before she bites his lip and yanks his head back to bite his neck.
"Fuck, didn't tell me you were a vampire."
She smiles against his skin, then sucks the spot where she bite him. Her teeth scraping lightly against his skin feels like a threat or a promise. Maybe both.
He means to say something, but it comes out a groan.
They never manage to get all of their clothes off. His pants get undone and pushed down just enough and Miho is careless or confident enough to just ditch hers all together. She lets him slide his hands up her shirt, as much to feel her scars as to see her expression soften when he drags the pad of his thumb over her nipple. The moment of tenderness is almost palpable before she's on him again, shoving him back and riding him. She doesn't kiss so much as leave hot little bites scattered over his neck, shoving up his shirt to get at even more skin. She lets him set the pace before they hear the first soft sound of approaching sirens. Then her hands are in his hair again, yanking him back, arching his spine. She takes him, hard and rough. He's close, he's so close, he's not even going to remotely last any longer.
And it's like she's fucking attuned to everything that's going on in his head, because she just reaches back and- "Fuck Miho."
The world will end the day she ever gets her hands on actual... equipment. Not that she apparently needs it. She's fucking the high little whimpers out of him now and Jason thinks he could die like this, just like this, when she stiffens and tightens up. Fuck, just everywhere. The best way to die, the absolute best, he's going to right now and then suddenly her hand is gone and she's hot and wet and wet and he's gone.
Flashing blue and red in his vision when he can open his eyes again. He doesn't know how they get out of there in time, but they do. Miho has a smile that feels like a warning, as they head back to the safehouse. It probably shouldn't make Jason feel more excited than apprehensive, but he is, after all, an adrenalin junkie.
x.
Ruby shoes
Audrey/Roth (those one superhero ocs)
Warnings: questionable consent, inappropriate use of childhood movies, swearing
"Oh my god what are you doing."
It was hilarious when he talked like that. All in a rush and without any inflection. Audrey smiled and slithered down to the floor, spreading his legs and sliding inbetween them. "I'm giving you a lap dance."
Roth (like that was even his real fucking name) narrowed his eyes behind his stupid nerdy glasses. "What. No. Why would you- No. For starters, you're not even on my lap. Therefore, you're an idiot because it's not even a lapdance. Secondly-"
He made an indignant sound when she opened up his pants. "I know I'm not in your lap, dipfuck, don't be so fucking impatient."
She slide back up from her knees, pressing against him as she moved. It was awkward straddling him in that fucking twirly chair of his with her skank boots on, but she got to stick her boobs in his face and generally wiggle around until she was seated comfortably on his lap, her short skirt riding up around her thighs. "Better?"
Roth's face is red, straight to the roots of his hair. Audrey leaned forward without waiting for a reply and licked a stripe from his jaw to his ear, just for the little squealy noise he made. "You're fucking invulnerable, how the fuck do you even get off on this shit?"
Audrey just smiles. "I can still feel shit, dumbass. It's just that shit bounces off me now." For a minute, Roth looks like he's actually scared of her. Then Audrey starts moving, a slow writhe against him and a teasing grind of her hips. Behind her, the computer screens flash bright colors and discordant notes seem to jangle. "Hey, turn it up, I like this part."
"You're out of your fucking mind," Roth gasped, but all the same, the volume went up on one of the screens in time for Judy Garland, all fresh faced and sweet, to exclaim to her little dog that she wasn't sure if they were in the American heartland anymore or not.
"You love it." She leaned back when the Munchkins started to sing about the dead witch, untying the strings on the bikini top. Roth groaned, but before he could lean down, Audrey caught him by his hair, pulling his head back to bite his throat. "Hands on my hips, Daddy. If you're good, I'll let you suck my tits when they get to the Scarecrow."
"F-fuck you." That sounded entirely too sincere. His hands land really more on her ass, but he's got those really nice spidery fingers that she likes, so it's fine. She licks her way up to his chin and sucks on his lower lip.
"Not until they get to the Emerald City."
x.
Kiss me, Stargirl
Toro(Tom Raymond)/Starfire (Koriand'r)
warnings: None, written for a kiss meme originally.
She's so far out of his world, in ever sense, it's almost too staggering. That body, that voice, those eyes. That hair. She's too much, just way too much. This was supposed to be a simple escort mission. Showing around the visiting royalty of another dimension. Straight forward and simple.
There is absolutely nothing straight forward about the way she tears through the robots surrounding them. There's really nothing simple about the way she spins him around and drags him close to kiss him, while he's still half lit up and really too hot for anyone to be touching. That doesn't bother her. It doesn't even stop her from pulling him closer, bending him back and... He's never been kissed quite like this before.
"You're beautiful." She says it against his skin, her mouth trailing across his jaw.
He shivers and realizes she's still holding him a good inch off the ground. "Shouldn't that be my line?"
She laughs, it's more like a purr, and doesn't respond. She just cups his cheek and kisses him again. He imagines she tastes like the stars.
x.
Trading Places
Miho/Jason Todd
Notes: from the capeandcowl kink meme that never got posted.
They're adrenaline junkies, the both of them. Which explains why this never happens in a bed. Or even in one of the safe houses. Explains why there's always the smear of blood that needs to be wiped away first or the growing sound of sirens in the background. It's never supposed to happen, but there they are on the fire escape. Jason's going to have bruises from where she pushed him down, but it doesn't matter when she tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls his head back to kiss him. She's straddling his hips, leaning over him and fuck, someone so tiny shouldn't have a presence like that. Commanding and so much control that she's not even bothering to use right now and okay, maybe he has a thing for women like that.
She who Must be Obeyed. He has to laugh at that. There's a faint vibration he can feel from Miho, a huff of air and a soft noise that for want of a voice would be a growl. The only warning he gets before she bites his lip and yanks his head back to bite his neck.
"Fuck, didn't tell me you were a vampire."
She smiles against his skin, then sucks the spot where she bite him. Her teeth scraping lightly against his skin feels like a threat or a promise. Maybe both.
He means to say something, but it comes out a groan.
They never manage to get all of their clothes off. His pants get undone and pushed down just enough and Miho is careless or confident enough to just ditch hers all together. She lets him slide his hands up her shirt, as much to feel her scars as to see her expression soften when he drags the pad of his thumb over her nipple. The moment of tenderness is almost palpable before she's on him again, shoving him back and riding him. She doesn't kiss so much as leave hot little bites scattered over his neck, shoving up his shirt to get at even more skin. She lets him set the pace before they hear the first soft sound of approaching sirens. Then her hands are in his hair again, yanking him back, arching his spine. She takes him, hard and rough. He's close, he's so close, he's not even going to remotely last any longer.
And it's like she's fucking attuned to everything that's going on in his head, because she just reaches back and- "Fuck Miho."
The world will end the day she ever gets her hands on actual... equipment. Not that she apparently needs it. She's fucking the high little whimpers out of him now and Jason thinks he could die like this, just like this, when she stiffens and tightens up. Fuck, just everywhere. The best way to die, the absolute best, he's going to right now and then suddenly her hand is gone and she's hot and wet and wet and he's gone.
Flashing blue and red in his vision when he can open his eyes again. He doesn't know how they get out of there in time, but they do. Miho has a smile that feels like a warning, as they head back to the safehouse. It probably shouldn't make Jason feel more excited than apprehensive, but he is, after all, an adrenalin junkie.
x.