iesika: (chan)
Title: The Robin Wife
Characters: Bruce, Dick
Rating: This part pg-13 (non-explicit adult themes)
Summary: A lonely hermit's act of kindness earns him a devoted companion.
Notes: For au_bingo (prompt: Fantasy and Supernatural, Author's Choice). I went with animal bride folktale. This story was very much inspired by listening to The Decemberists Crane Wife, though it doesn't  follow the same plot as that Japanese folktale. Thanks as ever to [livejournal.com profile] kirax2  for reading it over for me, and to [livejournal.com profile] stalinglim  for reminding me this was in progress and needed to be finished, and to [livejournal.com profile] munnin_odanin  and her Latin-speaking-housemate for double-checking my use of the pluperfect <3.
Words: 1900

First part here.

Part 2 )
iesika: (jizzed)
Title: Upping the Ante
Authors: [livejournal.com profile] kirax2  and [livejournal.com profile] iesika 
Characters/Pairing: Dick/Tim/Kon
Summary: When facing a challenge, Tim knows to plan ahead, ask for help if necessary, and take advantage of the element of surprise.
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Sex, Bondage, orgasm denial, use of superpowers for purposes for which they were not intended.
Words: 7,000
Notes: This is the sequel to the Dick/Tim fic Entrapment, written by [livejournal.com profile] iesika  for [livejournal.com profile] kirax2 . It is recommended you read that fic first, if you haven't already, though it is not, technically, required to understand this story (as this story is 99.9% pure pornography). It might help though.  This story is lovingly dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] batstalker  on the event of the anniversary of her birth. She has graciously allowed us to share it with you early, in honor of [livejournal.com profile] pornday .



Oh look, more porn )
iesika: (jizzed)
Title: Borrowed Pleasure
Character/Pairing: Dick/Tim
Summary: bor·row  v., v.tr. 1. To obtain or receive (something) on loan with the promise or understanding of returning it or its equivalent. 2. To adopt or use as one's own
Rating: Adult
Warnings: underage, sniffing kink
Words: 2200
Notes: Sequel to Stolen Touch, at [livejournal.com profile] munnin_odanin 's prompt, written for [livejournal.com profile] pornday .

Porn behind the cut )
iesika: (bitch please)
Title: The Robin Wife
Characters: Bruce, Dick
Rating: This part G, overall adult, I think.
Summary: A lonely hermit's act of kindness earns him a devoted companion.
Notes: For [livejournal.com profile] au_bingo  (prompt: Fantasy and Supernatural, Author's Choice). I went with animal bride folktale. This story was very much inspired by listening to The Decemberists Crane Wife, though it doesn't  follow quite the same plot as the Japanese folktale that inspired those songs.)
Words: 4400


Story here )
iesika: (Default)
Keeping myself busy. [livejournal.com profile] batstalker  requested some Matches/Alvin and some Brucie/Tim, and it made me remember how hilarious and awesome identity porn (or nonporn, as the case may be - I'm not good at porn shorter than a few thousand words) is. So... Help me think of ideas?

I want canon personas interacting in some way with either other characters or other canon personas. Matches and Alvin will demonstrate. Prompt me in the comments and I'll add the ficlets to the main post.


Matches/Alvin, classy hotel

cut for sleeeeeeaze )


Brucie/Tim- You dropped your fork, Tiger. (Except you didn't.)

oh look, more sleeeeeeaze )


Superman/Dick Grayson (not prompted, but Superman being hit on by teenagers is *hilarious*)

Is hitting on Superman at a charity function considered sleazy? I can never tell. )


Conner Kent, Steph Brown, and Tim Wayne (from Close to Home, though this isn't actually part of that story arc)

This one is totally high class. There's even champagne! )


Caroline/Nightwing

This one is called Seize The Dick, which I think is *very* classy )


Gary Glanz/Dick Grayson

the hitchhiker and the dirty carnie )



Clark Kent and Matches Malone

A mild mannered reporter walks into a bar )
iesika: (Mean to Tim)
Title: Entrapment
Staring: Officer Richard Grayson of the BPD and one Timothy Jackson Drake, perfectly normal teenage boy.
Rating: NC-17 (for dirty, dirty porn)
Warnings/enticements: Role play, uniform kink, bondage, dominance play, public sex, rimming, object insertion, um. bukakke. Anything else?
Summary: If an officer of the law clocks you going sixty over the limit, you probably shouldn't call him a dick. Even if that's his name.
Wordcount: 5k
Note: This was written for an ANONYMOUS PERVERT for [livejournal.com profile] hh_kink. If said ANONYMOUS PERVERT would like to step up and admit culpability, feel free. ^_~ However it must be said that I took the prompt and *ran* with it - though I was dared to do so by my ANONYMOUS PERVERT friend. I feel we share the blame. As usual.
 

No, really. This is *porn*. )

Now with a sequel here: Upping the Ante
iesika: (Default)
Title: Waiting Up
Rating: G
Wordcount: 364
Summary: Even before he was Robin, Alfred couldn't keep him out of the cave. For [livejournal.com profile] shiny_glor_chan's blanket meme.

Waiting Up )
iesika: (Default)

For faile_neume (again ^_^;), who perservered through adversity and finished her goddamned paper. Once again, I fail at ficlet, because this came out to about 2000 words. Ha. Also, it is an angstmonster, since that's what she wanted, and very rough and unedited, because the library closes in five minutes. I didn't even have time to name the damned thing.

Warning for super-emo-crazy Tim.

CUT )
iesika: (hardcore)
I've been without computer access for most of the week (also, there was DRAMA with a lost notebook, but I've got it back, now), so I'm catching up tonight. I have several things to type up, and a few dozen comments and messages to reply to, so please don't feel like I've been ignoring you if you haven't heard from me. I've got a whole actual to-do list, while I've got internet access, tonight. We'll start with a ficlet.


Title: Hug Ficlet
Characters: Kon, Dick, Damian
Summary: Batman doesn't usually hug people.
Continuity is current, so spoilers apply.

Notes: For [info]shananagin, who felt this needed to be written, because she is awesome and pimped my now comm. Also, because this will be paved over by new canon on Wednesday (is anyone else as jittery about this month's new comics as I am? No, I don't think so, because they're not central to your Big Bang fic), so this is my chance to write it how I want to see it.

 

FLYINGTACKLEHUG behind the cut )

 

Once he'd let Aunt Martha know he was back, Kon didn't need to stop and think about where to go next. He didn't have a clue where Cassie might be living, but Tim would be in Gotham. Tim would know where Cassie and the others were. He could help fill Kon in before they headed to the Tower on Friday.

Except when he got to Gotham, the Cave was empty. There were sheets over all the cases and equipment, all covered in a thin splattering of bat-shit. No one was in the house, but at least it looked lived in - the dishwasher was running and there was a light on in an upstairs bathroom. Kon determined all this through the roof, of course. He wasn't stupid. As fond as Tim was of booby-traps, Batman had to be worse.

Well, okay. It was getting late. They were probably out fighting crime. Maybe the butler dude had the night off for a hot date. Even old guys needed lovin'. He'd found Tim by ear once before, and that had been back before the vision powers had really kicked in. He could do it again, no problemo. Or if all else failed, he could fly around the city until one of the Bats found him.

Which was exactly how it happened. He'd stopped downtown to get his bearings, traffic flowing far below like a river, when a flash of movement had caught his eye. It turned out to be Batman, beckoning him from a ledge across the street. When Kon was still about five yards away, Batman detached himself from the wall and leapt straight at him. By the time Kon even thought about dodging, Batman slammed into him and threw his arms tight around Kon's back in what could only possibly be described as a bear-hug.

Batman was hugging him, dangling five-hundred feet over the streets of Gotham. His legs locked around Kon's, and Kon supported most of his weight instinctively, even as he dropped about twenty feet in sheer surprise.

"I had to contact Clark," Batman said in his ear, only that wasn't Batman's voice. "I had to be sure. Oh my God, you're really alive!"

"Dick?" Kon asked. He felt a little like he was still in freefall.

"Yeah. God, I saw you die."

"It's cool, now," Kon said. "See, I'm all better." He patted Dick gently on the shoulder, because that was what you did with hysterical people, assuming they weren't actively trying to kill you.

"You are behaving like a woman," said a sneering - and rather young-sounding - voice from the side of the building. When Kon looked up over Dick's shoulder, a kid in red and grey was peering over the ledge at them.

Dick - Kon couldn't call him 'Batman,' even in his head - sighed without turning around. "I told you to go back to base," he said.

"Who the hell is that?" Kon asked. "Where's Robin?"

"I am Robin," the kid said, imperiously.

"No way," Kon growled. He set Dick down on the ledge and backed up a few feet. "Where's Tim?"

Dick hung his head. "I don't know," he said quietly.

"What?"

"I said I don't know," Dick said a little louder. He didn't look up, so Kon bobbed downward, but Dick evaded his eyes.

"What," Kon asked, bewildered. "You lost him?"

"The little whiner ran away."

"Robin," Dick said, warningly.

"Ran away?" Kon echoed.

"Oh look at me," the kid whined in a sing-song voice that sounded nothing at all like Tim. "Oh, poor me! My daddy never loved me! Oh, my girlfriend is a lying whore! Oh, my poor dead boyfr-"

One punch sent the little snot flying. Kon caught him about ten feet off the ground and left him, white-faced and shaking, on top of a sheltered bus stop.

A few seconds later, Kon was crouched on a gargoyle next to Dick. "We've got to talk, man," he said.

Dick nodded and pulled back the cowl.

END

iesika: (dork)
I wrote these a while back but never typed up and posted. [livejournal.com profile] darthanne  requested Nightwing, and this was handy. Ha ha! I can be both lazy and quick-on-the-draw!

These were for a meme I saw somewhere. Here is how it works – I picked a pairing (Dick/Tim) and put my playlist on random shuffle. For the duration of each song, and only for the duration of each song, I wrote something for that pairing. When the song was over, I moved on to the next one. (Except I’m slow and I cheated, and I listened to each song twice).  Those who know me well will be unsurprised that in a random shuffle of all the music I own, half the songs that came up were shanties.



Love and Marriage )

This I tell you brother,
You can't have one without the other.


*


Space is the Place )


And just because you kiss your brother
it doesn’t mean to say you’re gay
cuz even when you’re fucking him it doesn’t mean you don’t love me



*


The Derelict )


The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike,
The bos'n brained with a marlinspike,
And Cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, All good dead men
Like break-o'-day in a boozing-ken--
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!


*

Itches in Me Britches (Best Dick song EVAH) )

Well when I was only six months old, the girls would handle me
They'd clutch me to their bosoms and they'd bounce me on their knee
They would rock me in the cradle and if I made a row
They'd tickle me, they'd cuddle me, I wish they'd do it now



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