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I want an AU where the whole team works in an office - of course, for Bats. And, what are officedesks better for than hot, dirty, quick sex?
Yup. That's my kink. WHY HASN'T IT BEEN DONE YET?
I'm not picky with pairings, BUT I really want some smut. Am giving my firsborn if this includes a fetish for Artemis' hair, some KF/Rob, or Roy being the hot secretary everyone that makes everyone wanting to get in his pants.
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why--when you mentioned KF/Rob--did I suddenly imagine one of them convincing the other to do it on Daddy/Boss!Bats desk?
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*nosebleed*
...I'll be in my bunk.
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guh. what a wonderful mental image.
*consumed with lust*
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Everyone in the office is in total denial. I asked my boss what he did this weekend and he said "nothing much." But I know we were both thinking about the orgy.
THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN, MAN.
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Actually, Kid Flash might try to quench the thought too (stopthinkingstopthinkingstopthinkingaboutRobinandthedesk!!!). Who knows if Batman can read minds or not?
Secretary!Roy! Hehe!
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Leftover party supplies and Bruce being all-knowing, so priceless.
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MY BRAIN JUST EXPLODED.
Oh, writer!anon, you probably cannot imagine how shitty my whole week was, and there I get back, tired and worn out, and what do I find? The most smuttiest, hottest desksex I've ever read. It was wonderful how you made Kal give a secret thumbs up, how Arty and Roy were wearing freaking Partyhats... JUST. guh.
Oh, Bruce. You win.
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Hurray for writeranon! Dick is such a little sadist.
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Wally was trying to concentrate, really he was, but it was just that his boyfriend was doing a very good job of distracting him. At this time his method of distraction consisted of being a complete and utter tease in a completely inappropriate environment. It was bad enough that his boss was Mr. Bruce (scary eyes) Wayne. That could make anyone uneasy. But the fact that Mr. Wayne was staring right at him, while his employee-who just so happened to be his under aged son-was coming embarrassingly close to giving him a handy under the table made him wonder what deity he could have possibly pissed off in a past life.
Wally swallowed thickly. His cheeks were turning pink. He trained his eyes to the front of the room where Mr. Wayne was speaking, and Dick plastered a sly smirk on his face as his thin fingers crawled up Wally’s inner thigh. Don’t pop a boner. Don’t pop a boner. Oh god what did he just do with his thumb? Don’t pop a boner. Oh shit ( ... )
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