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bakerstreet2021-03-06 02:18 am
shocksock) wrote in bakerstreet2021-03-06 02:18 am
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Middle of the night somnophilia
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Bison and Zatanna have engaged in a bit of a rivalry over the last several months. All the man had done was make an offer to Zatanna: that she join his shady organization as his fellow criminal. Sure he also tossed in her being his bed warmer, but that was just an M. Bison thing to do.
When the buxom beauty turned the villain down in so many words, it led to multiple clashes between the two. After Bison seemingly perishes in a massive explosion on one of his off-the-books properties, Zatanna earns herself a nice bit of relaxation, left wondering what it was that the villain specifically wanted from her. All that Bison gave her to go on as fire consumed his physical form was that he no longer needed her magic.
Days pass before Zatanna takes to actually relaxing, settling down for the night to get some much needed sleep. As she slumbers, something fills the room. A sort of gas leaked in by FANG, one of M. Bison's most loyal men. While the drug keeps Zatanna sleeping, a spirit manifests in her very room. The shape takes on something resembling a person, their hand reaching out towards Zatanna only to suddenly enter the woman's body. The spirit slinks through the magician's mind with dark anticipation.
What will he see?
When the buxom beauty turned the villain down in so many words, it led to multiple clashes between the two. After Bison seemingly perishes in a massive explosion on one of his off-the-books properties, Zatanna earns herself a nice bit of relaxation, left wondering what it was that the villain specifically wanted from her. All that Bison gave her to go on as fire consumed his physical form was that he no longer needed her magic.
Days pass before Zatanna takes to actually relaxing, settling down for the night to get some much needed sleep. As she slumbers, something fills the room. A sort of gas leaked in by FANG, one of M. Bison's most loyal men. While the drug keeps Zatanna sleeping, a spirit manifests in her very room. The shape takes on something resembling a person, their hand reaching out towards Zatanna only to suddenly enter the woman's body. The spirit slinks through the magician's mind with dark anticipation.
What will he see?
[ she hasn't asked why he's in metropolis and he hasn't offered any information, just showed up at the doorstep of the apartment she used to share with clark, the place they'd made into a home for each other. she'd ordered take-out. they'd gone to bed; he'd methodically taken her apart and shattering because of a mind-blowing orgasm is so much better than shattering because she can't contain the loss within her anymore.
(the bed isn't where it used to be, the sheets are new; sometimes she regrets changing the old ones, washing them, because now nothing in the bed smells like clark anymore. sometimes, the slightest reminder is too much.)
it isn't the first time they've done this. it won't be the last, lois figures. she sleeps better with another warm body next to hers, but better doesn't mean good and she's awake before light really begins to filter into the room. bruce is solid next to her. it's strange to see him sleep (and for a moment, she wonders if he's really asleep), strange to find scars overlaying muscle, but it's — she'd be lying if she said she didn't like the look of him.
the sheet shifts when she moves, revealing the outline of his cock, hard and curved toward his stomach. something inside lois clenches, want rising at the back of her throat. she's —not sore, but she can feel the exertion from yesterday and somehow that adds to the surge of desire, the need. (if she sinks into her body, if she focuses on how her muscles feel, the arousal, the weight of her breasts, the prickle of awareness, she doesn't have to focus on anything else.)
it probably shouldn't be as easy as it is to pull the sheet down further, to move to straddle him, to shift until his cock is nestled between her folds and she can rub her clit against it, trying to keep quiet, trying to keep her breathing even, not sure why she's making the effort. he's going to wake up sooner rather than later, if he's not already awake and only pretending, letting her take this where she wants. (she's sure he'd let her, either way.)
before long, it isn't enough. before long, she's reaching between their bodies, changing the angle so she can sink down on him, agonisingly slow, his thick cock filling her inch by inch until she's breathless with it. ]
(the bed isn't where it used to be, the sheets are new; sometimes she regrets changing the old ones, washing them, because now nothing in the bed smells like clark anymore. sometimes, the slightest reminder is too much.)
it isn't the first time they've done this. it won't be the last, lois figures. she sleeps better with another warm body next to hers, but better doesn't mean good and she's awake before light really begins to filter into the room. bruce is solid next to her. it's strange to see him sleep (and for a moment, she wonders if he's really asleep), strange to find scars overlaying muscle, but it's — she'd be lying if she said she didn't like the look of him.
the sheet shifts when she moves, revealing the outline of his cock, hard and curved toward his stomach. something inside lois clenches, want rising at the back of her throat. she's —not sore, but she can feel the exertion from yesterday and somehow that adds to the surge of desire, the need. (if she sinks into her body, if she focuses on how her muscles feel, the arousal, the weight of her breasts, the prickle of awareness, she doesn't have to focus on anything else.)
it probably shouldn't be as easy as it is to pull the sheet down further, to move to straddle him, to shift until his cock is nestled between her folds and she can rub her clit against it, trying to keep quiet, trying to keep her breathing even, not sure why she's making the effort. he's going to wake up sooner rather than later, if he's not already awake and only pretending, letting her take this where she wants. (she's sure he'd let her, either way.)
before long, it isn't enough. before long, she's reaching between their bodies, changing the angle so she can sink down on him, agonisingly slow, his thick cock filling her inch by inch until she's breathless with it. ]
[She does have a habit of being drugged and falling into a weird dreamscape...
Can go teenager or age up to college age.]
Can go teenager or age up to college age.]
Edited 2021-03-06 13:56 (UTC)
( fully caught up on wandavision, so let me know if you'd like to avoid spoilers! ota; assumed cr preferred, and wanda can be on either end of things )
[ Receiving. ]
[The one still asleep]
[chronic insomniac. just be careful, he gets a little jittery.]
[very much a night owl and not all that bothered by it. he'll drag you into bed if he can.]
[She'll be the sleeper. Dub con or consensual welcome. cross/comics canon fine, please assume cr.]
Edited 2021-03-06 17:48 (UTC)
[ Sleeper. Prior consent preferred. ]
(ooc: There's a bit of a guilty part of me that wants to throw Caeda at you, but I'm not sure she'd feel right about it. So how do you feel about Robin trying to wake up his wife for the tactical briefing, and deciding to take Tiki up on an off-hand suggestion he couldn't tell was a joke or not?)
( Demigod son of Cthulhu from a far future where The Many Tentacled One is free of his prison. He's high priest of the Old Gods for mortals, just like his dad is high priest for the Old Gods, and he's a sorcerer with a penchant for healing as well. He generally prefers to play it lowkey, though, and wander around barefoot or go sunbathing.
For this, I would say he can be a deep sleeper; maybe he can go into deep trances while he communes with his gods. )
For this, I would say he can be a deep sleeper; maybe he can go into deep trances while he communes with his gods. )
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