No thoughts, head empty, only this one:
Dick + baby fever + jealous + mating press = well hello bed, I love you, lmao
Thinking about male manipulator!dick who begs you to let him hit it raw. He's in your ear saying, "It feels so much better, baby," and "But, if you loved me," whispering all the reasons why you should toss the condoms this time.
You give in, insisting that he at least pulls out, telling him that you're not on birth control and you don't want any surprises. He gives you a phony promise that he won't pull anything and subtly nods his head at your words before finding his way inside you.
His body is pressed to yours, legs over his shoulders as he keeps you folded in half with the sheer weight of his body. Your fingernails leave bright streaks of red down his back, the type of open wound he can't get enough of, and your orgasm reaches its peak as his hips start stuttering. He's close.
"Lemme fill you up, baby," he groans, "Don't you want it?" his pace falters, deep calculated strokes now much more shallow and sporadic. "Come on, I know you do."
Bleary-eyed and in a state of delirium, you nod your head, and he's quick to take his chance before you change your mind. His final stroke hits you deep. Cock twitching inside of you as warm streams of cum fill you up, the complete opposite of what you'd initially wanted.
He's still inside you when he starts placing soft kisses on your face, calling you his pretty girl, and saying how much he loves you. "You'll pick up a plan b in the morning, right?" you ask, and he gives you another phony promise as he gently fucks his cum in deeper.
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MERRY CRISIS
When Clark activated the Time Bubble that would take him to the thirty-first century, he arrived in a quiet room.
A quiet lab, to be more specific, one that had been in progress during the months that had passed between when he’d first dropped Kara off there and now. He’d seen it, in the background of their various communications, but it was even more impressive in person, full of inventions he couldn’t even guess the uses for. Things that were in progress, hanging from the ceiling and strewn across the floor and draped over tables, all shapes and sizes.
And in the middle of it all, seeming to be working on several projects at once, was the person he intended to meet- although when he caught sight of Clark, the look in his eyes made Clark not want to be there at all. He wished there were someone else to deliver this news and take his burden, some way to reverse time so he never left the twenty-first century and make him forget he was ever here. He could go on and keep hoping things would be different than what was about to be revealed to him.
But there was nobody to stand in his place, and no way to change the past, and so Clark met Brainiac 5 with Kara Zor-El’s body in his arms.
~
Querl had not been trying to forget that a crisis was happening.
Of course not- it was a part of history, and he knew Kara was going to be part of that history since the Monitor had arrived in their room and told her she was needed. Querl, then, just intended to do everything he could to help her, come up with any invention that could assist her and the rest of the Legion, raising their chances of surviving this event. He didn’t know everything that was going on, as he couldn’t stay in contact with Kara forever, but if he had any trust in anyone, it would be in her. He wanted to hope that she would be among the survivors, and be able to rewrite what he’d seen before she left to join the fight.
I should have known better, he thought, as Superman stepped through the Time Bubble.
Kara had once told him, when they’d first met, that his “grandfather”, the first Brainiac, had tried to kill her cousin. It had been a colder, distant version of him, who’d only seen her as a threat, that had told her if he wanted to kill Superman, he would have succeeded.
Even now, he still believed it, because he did.
Superman only had enough time to lay Kara down before Querl surged toward him, lifting him up in the air.
“What happened to her?” he asked, hand twisting around the fabric of his super-suit, as he formed an energy construct with his other hand that he pointed at Clark’s throat. “I need to know!”
Clark wasn’t fighting him. He wasn’t even trying to make Querl let him go. He just hung there, in Querl’s grip, as though he had expected this.
“She… she saved me.” He said, and that was all it took for Querl to dissolve the construct and release him, letting him recover and tell his story in full. “The Anti-Monitor was trying to kill me. I had just gotten to the machine he was using to merge and destroy the infinite Earths across the multiverse, and I figured that if I could blow the machine up, we’d have a chance to save the Earths. Obviously, he wasn’t about to let that happen, and Kara came to my rescue without any hesitation. She fought as hard as she could, driving the Anti-Monitor into his own machine- at the cost of her life.”
There were tears in Clark’s eyes, then, as he reached for Kara, gathering her into his arms. She was shrouded in her own cape, and when Clark uncovered her face, Querl kneeling down to see her, he began to cry as well.
“She told me she knew what she was doing.” He said. “She only wanted me to be safe- for everyone to be safe. That didn’t make it any easier.”
He reached for Querl’s hand, then, and Querl let him take it.
“I wanted to kill the Anti-Monitor as much as you probably wanted to kill me, just now- but I couldn’t let that stop me from finishing the job, making sure she didn’t sacrifice herself for nothing.”
“And you finished it.” Querl said. “We are safe.”
“We couldn’t have done it without her.” Clark answered.
“I could say the same, about different circumstances. Did Kara tell you about… how we became a couple?”
Clark smiled. “She told me enough. I’m just glad you were able to find common ground- and that you were happy, at least for a little while.”
“We were.” Querl confirmed, and as he looked down at Kara, his thoughts drifted to how they met- namely, to the Miracle Machine. Kara had wanted, so badly, to use it to bring Krypton and her mother back to life… and even though it was a catastrophically bad idea, he would have done anything to make sure she felt more at home in the thirty-first century.
She didn’t, though. She, and Querl, put those ideas aside in order to keep their world safe, and make sure there was no chance the Dark Circle could get their hands on the machine again.
He knew, if he were to think about using the machine to bring her back, even she would tell him not to.
“I know she loved you.” Clark said. “She felt at home with you- and she would have wanted you to have this.”
He reached into a pocket on his super-suit, and pulled out Kara’s Military Guild badge, the one she would have worn as a proud member of the guild had Krypton not exploded- the one she did wear, after her final goodbye with her mother.
Querl took it, and fastened it to his uniform.
“Thank you.” He said. “And… I am sorry, for how I acted earlier. That was not logical.”
“I understand it, though.” Clark answered. “And I forgive you.”
Querl kissed Kara’s forehead, one last goodbye, before covering her back up again and letting her cousin take her body.
“I do as well.” He said.
Clark nodded, holding Kara closer.
“I… I thought her funeral should be here.” He said. “In the thirty-first century. I have to go back home, eventually, but I’ll be here as long as you need me, as will any member of the Justice League. Okay?”
“Okay.” Querl finally said. “I will speak with the Legion, and we can make the arrangements.”
“We will.” Clark answered. “I promise.”
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