Request Ficlets: Trickster's New Toy; Whatever Happened to Smiles and Bad Puns?
It's that time again! :D
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Trickster's New Toy | DCU | Piper/Trickster | NC-17!! | 266 w
Prompt: for summonercat - Piper/Trickster - toys (Happy birthday, hon!! :D)
Summary: James has a new toy to share with Hartley...
Trickster's New Toy
“James, what the heck is that?” Hartley frowned, eying the oddly familiar looking object his lover had brought out of his bag of tricks.
James only smirked, pressing a button on the side of the thing. Naturally, it began to whir and buzz, shaking with vibration.
“Please tell you're not planning to-”
“Use it? Oh, yes,” the other man grinned, trailing the toy up Piper's inner thigh, tickling him.
Hartley shuddered at the touch as it came close to more sensitive areas. “Jesus!” he cried out, throwing his head back against the pillow.
James chuckled. “That's not even the half of it!” When he pressed another button on the toy, it started playing music, a recorded tune that sounded a lot like...
“The hell? Is that California Dreamin'?” Hartley's eyes bugged out as he stared, fighting another shiver as James trailed the toy over his shaft and balls, and pressed it against the tight pucker of his ass.
Pouting, the blonde replied, “Hey, it was the only song I knew that had a flute solo!”
Resigning himself to being fucked senseless with a flute-shaped vibrator while it played The Mamas and the Papas, Hartley threw his arms over his head and spread his legs wider as his lover grabbed the lube. “You are so gonna pay for this, James...”
“Patience, love. You'll have all the time in the world to pay me back after I'm through with you.”
Hartley thought James' smirk looked particularly evil, but the thought was lost as the musical vibration spread through him from the inside out.
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Whatever Happened to Smiles and Bad Puns? | DCU | Dick/Roy | PG-13 | 335 w
Prompt: for quiet__tiger - Dick/Roy - Dick trying to relax and not being able to because he doesn't know how
Summary: Roy just wants Dick to relax and smile for once.
Whatever Happened to Smiles and Bad Puns?
Walking down the slim beach at the edge of the lake, hand-in-hand with his lover, Roy knew Dick's mind was about a thousand miles away. So much for the stress-free vacation.
“It's over, Robbie,” he said, squeezing his hand tightly. “Let it go.”
Dick tore his gaze away from the sun-sparkling ripples on the water to give a halfhearted smile. “Sorry. I just...”
“I know. I know. But it was three weeks ago, already. Little Wing is healing up, and you know Daddy Bats won't stay mad too much longer.”
“I wish it were that simple,” Dick sighed.
Roy smirked, only half-annoyed. “It's always complicated with you bunch, I swear. But you know it doesn't have to be. You don't have to carry all this...” he waved his free hand in front of him, “baggage around all the time.”
The dark-haired man shook his head briefly, then, “Right. Tell that to Bruce. Tell it to Jason.”
Roy stopped short, and caught Dick's other hand in his, pulling him close. “Hey. You're not Bruce. And you sure as hell aren't Jason. You're Dick Grayson, former Robin turned Nightwing, circus brat, and all-around good guy. And whatever happened to the grinning kid with all the bad puns, anyway? Huh? 'Cuz I'd like to know. All this... brooding... doesn't suit you.”
Dick smiled at that. “I think Bruce used that line on Clark once.”
“See!?” Roy grinned. “That's what I'm talking about! Loosen up! Smile!” He drew his lover closer for a hug, wrapping his arms around him. “Things'll work themselves out, you'll see.”
Returning the hug tightly, Dick chuckled bitterly. “God, I hope so.”
“They will, I promise. So!” Pulling back, Roy looked him in the eyes. “Let's get back to the cabin, and I'll give you that massage I promised you,” he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Dick couldn't help but smirk in return. “Well, when you put it that way...”
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Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Trickster's New Toy | DCU | Piper/Trickster | NC-17!! | 266 w
Prompt: for summonercat - Piper/Trickster - toys (Happy birthday, hon!! :D)
Summary: James has a new toy to share with Hartley...
Trickster's New Toy
“James, what the heck is that?” Hartley frowned, eying the oddly familiar looking object his lover had brought out of his bag of tricks.
James only smirked, pressing a button on the side of the thing. Naturally, it began to whir and buzz, shaking with vibration.
“Please tell you're not planning to-”
“Use it? Oh, yes,” the other man grinned, trailing the toy up Piper's inner thigh, tickling him.
Hartley shuddered at the touch as it came close to more sensitive areas. “Jesus!” he cried out, throwing his head back against the pillow.
James chuckled. “That's not even the half of it!” When he pressed another button on the toy, it started playing music, a recorded tune that sounded a lot like...
“The hell? Is that California Dreamin'?” Hartley's eyes bugged out as he stared, fighting another shiver as James trailed the toy over his shaft and balls, and pressed it against the tight pucker of his ass.
Pouting, the blonde replied, “Hey, it was the only song I knew that had a flute solo!”
Resigning himself to being fucked senseless with a flute-shaped vibrator while it played The Mamas and the Papas, Hartley threw his arms over his head and spread his legs wider as his lover grabbed the lube. “You are so gonna pay for this, James...”
“Patience, love. You'll have all the time in the world to pay me back after I'm through with you.”
Hartley thought James' smirk looked particularly evil, but the thought was lost as the musical vibration spread through him from the inside out.
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Whatever Happened to Smiles and Bad Puns? | DCU | Dick/Roy | PG-13 | 335 w
Prompt: for quiet__tiger - Dick/Roy - Dick trying to relax and not being able to because he doesn't know how
Summary: Roy just wants Dick to relax and smile for once.
Whatever Happened to Smiles and Bad Puns?
Walking down the slim beach at the edge of the lake, hand-in-hand with his lover, Roy knew Dick's mind was about a thousand miles away. So much for the stress-free vacation.
“It's over, Robbie,” he said, squeezing his hand tightly. “Let it go.”
Dick tore his gaze away from the sun-sparkling ripples on the water to give a halfhearted smile. “Sorry. I just...”
“I know. I know. But it was three weeks ago, already. Little Wing is healing up, and you know Daddy Bats won't stay mad too much longer.”
“I wish it were that simple,” Dick sighed.
Roy smirked, only half-annoyed. “It's always complicated with you bunch, I swear. But you know it doesn't have to be. You don't have to carry all this...” he waved his free hand in front of him, “baggage around all the time.”
The dark-haired man shook his head briefly, then, “Right. Tell that to Bruce. Tell it to Jason.”
Roy stopped short, and caught Dick's other hand in his, pulling him close. “Hey. You're not Bruce. And you sure as hell aren't Jason. You're Dick Grayson, former Robin turned Nightwing, circus brat, and all-around good guy. And whatever happened to the grinning kid with all the bad puns, anyway? Huh? 'Cuz I'd like to know. All this... brooding... doesn't suit you.”
Dick smiled at that. “I think Bruce used that line on Clark once.”
“See!?” Roy grinned. “That's what I'm talking about! Loosen up! Smile!” He drew his lover closer for a hug, wrapping his arms around him. “Things'll work themselves out, you'll see.”
Returning the hug tightly, Dick chuckled bitterly. “God, I hope so.”
“They will, I promise. So!” Pulling back, Roy looked him in the eyes. “Let's get back to the cabin, and I'll give you that massage I promised you,” he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
Dick couldn't help but smirk in return. “Well, when you put it that way...”
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