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logancreatesworlds · 1 year

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Pillow Princess

Author’s Note: Yes, I know it’s been years but I’m getting through my first job and I’m going to grad school so cut me some slack. Here, you filthy animals! Special thanks to @black-is-beautiful18 @macfizzle @khoicesbyk and @misswonderfrojustice

Warnings: Cursing, sexual content - Don’t like, don’t read. 18+ only.

J’onn exhaled in annoyance as he flew the javelin back to the watchtower. You, the sugary root of his exasperation, had spent the last hour ranting about how he “was too overprotective” and “never let you defend yourself.” It wasn’t his fault he had to save you after Cheetah almost sliced you into ribbons.

You were gifted with strength and speed that almost matched that of Wonder Woman and you had the power to teleport on top of that. Too bad Cheetah nicked you on your side before you could ‘vanish’ out of her reach - a nasty wound which J’onn had to cauterize with his heat vision after dealing with her.

“Are you even listening?” You asked him angrily.

“How could I not? Your complaining shall be heard by everyone in the galaxy.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Yes,” J’onn snapped, “Excuse you for not listening to my instructions and reading Wonder Woman’s report on Cheetah. If you had, you would’ve known she is as fast as you if not faster.”

“You know damn well I hate reading!”

“Of course, unless it’s an erotica,” J’onn replies, not looking at you.

Your mouth flies open with an indignant gasp and J’onn smirks with brief satisfaction as you cross your arms and steam quietly.

The rest of the flight was silent.

“Hey guys,” Flash greets as he and Superman approached, “How was the miss-”

“Ask him,” you huffed angrily as you stormed past the two.

J’onn clenched his jaw at how disrespectful you were. He had told you about that.

“Rough mission?” The Man of Steel asked.

“Rough day in general,” The Martian replies, shaking his head.

“Vanish seems pretty pissed off,” Flash comments.

“Well that’s what happens when you aren’t careful during a mission,” J’onn says, brushing past them, “I’ll see you both later.”

You sat in silence as Batman gathered supplies to patch you up. You couldn’t let Cheetah get the drop on you again.

“You look constipated,” Batman comments.

You gave him an annoyed look, one which the Caped Crusader was unfazed by.

“It’s true,” he said, bringing bandages and alcohol over to where you were.

“...The mission was rough today,” you relented.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning J’onn won’t stop babying me,” you huffed.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“How come?”

“Because you’re rash and hot-tempered.”

“That is not true!” You argued as he finished bandaging your scratched arm.

Batman gave you a knowing look and you sighed. Okay, maybe you were.

Then, J’onn walked in.

But you weren’t about to let him know that.

“I can take it from here, Batman,” J’onn says.

Batman nods and leaves the two of you alone, being sure to give a look on the way out.

J’onn quickly gets to work without a word and you let him.

“You can drop the attitude,” the Martian says as he dabs alcohol on the already-healing wound on your stomach.

“I will drop it when I feel like it,” you hiss venomously.

“I’m gonna dismiss that as post-battle jitters,” J’onn says, smirking as he intentionally presses the alcohol-dipped cloth on the wound.

It wasn’t enough to hurt you. He knew that. It was enough to get on your nerves.

“Fuck you!” You shouted at him.

Black Canary and Green Arrow just so happened to be walking right past the Medbay during your outburst. The look in J’onn’s eyes when he saw them was enough to make them continue.

J’onn took another exasperated breath. Breathe, he told himself, Count to ten.

Calmly, the Martian laid the cloth down and leaned over you.

His two green arms guarded both sides of your body as his lips laid against your ear.

“You are so far out of line right now,” J’onn whispered in your ear, “You are already in enough trouble and if you don’t fix that attitude, I’m going to take off this belt, drag you in front of everybody in the mess hall and spank you until you cannot sit. Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought. Now be quiet and let me finishing cleaning the wound you earned.”

Once J’onn was done, the two of you headed home.

The route back to your apartment was more quiet than the one back to the Watchtower, only this time you were grateful for the silence. The two of you slipped indoors unnoticed and you dropped your bag and coat on the couch before wordlessly heading to the shower.

The memory of you removing your costume was swiftly replaced by the feel of warm water hitting your sore muscles. All of the day’s trials and tribulations were forgotten as you cleaned yourself.

A familiar set of hands settled on your hips as you let the hot water rinse your breasts. You tipped your head back further as J’onn made his way up your back with the soapy washcloth and the gently wrung it out, intentionally brushing his fingertips along your spine.

Whether his fingers were outside or inside of you, you could not deny that the Martian was gifted with his hands.

J’onn used his right hand to pull you to him, allowing his left to run up your stomach and to briefly clutch your breast. The way he would play with your nipples was your favorite.

Just when you were finally getting into it, J’onn stopped.

The Martian got out of the shower and grabbed his towel before heading off to your room.

Indignance washing over you like the hot water, you quickly turned the shower off and marched into the bedroom.

“What the fuck was that?” You snapped.

“What was what?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, you jackass,” you snapped, “You left me high and dry.”

J’onn finished drying his neck and smirked at you, “You don’t look dry to me. Perhaps you’re just upset because Veronica misses me. Does she miss me, (Y/N)?”

You glared silently as the cold air hit your skin, amplifying the iciness of the droplets cascading down your hips and stomach. Your lady parts pulsed at his arrogance.

You hated how he was right. J’onn hadn’t been inside of you for two weeks.

J’onn sat down on the bed and smiled. Of course he looked unusually large because of his size. But given the two years you had been together, that was normal to you.

“Come here,” he said.

You walked up to him. Not needing any more direction, you handed him your towel.

The energy between the two of you seemed to wash over the room as J’onn rubbed the towel over your skin.

His eyes never left yours as his fingers brushed over the scar on your right breast.

You took initiative and closed the distance between the two of you. J’onn’s lips wholeheartedly received yours and you pushed him back onto the bed. His hands grabbed your ass as you crawled on top of him.

Then, you stopped.

“What’s wrong?” J’onn asked.

You slowly crawled off him and sunk down in front of him.

“(Y/N)?”

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered.

“But-”

“You haven’t taken care of me in a whole ass week,” you snapped at him, “Looks like I’ll have to do it myself.”

J’onn smiled as he shifted out of his clothes. His muscles elongated as you stretched over him.

You always loved his true form. It was long, angular and he showed it only to a select few - one of which was you.

You wordlessly rubbed between his legs and J’onn took the cue. Using his shapeshifting, he unsheathed the most private piece of himself and you took him in your hands.

The pleasure leaked into his red eyes as you jacked him off and a sigh escaped his lips. You kept a steady pace until J’onn rolled you both over.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“You don’t get to put yourself in danger and then touch me how you please. Touching is for good girls.”

“But-”

The look J’onn gave you silence you immediately and your eyes stayed connected as he spread your legs apart.

He then feasted on your pussy, sucking it like crab legs.

Your moans filled the room as you felt the Martian’s tongue extend into you and lick out the arousal.

‘That’s it, pillow princess,’ he whispered in your head, ‘Feed your boyfriend.’

You cried as J’onn stopped eating you out just before you were about to cum.

J’onn smiled down as you and you glared at him.

‘Fuck you,’ you mumble to him, unable to keep the smile off your face.

He pulled your front to meet him, putting your legs over your shoulder.

‘As you wish, dear,’ the Martian purred.

You did not walk straight the next morning.

Yes, yes - I know. I’ll be writing more.

#j'onn j'onzz x reader #j'onn j'onzz imagine #j'onn j'onzz x black!reader #martian manhunter imagine #martian manhunter x poc!reader #martian manhunter x reader

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dickmedowndc · 2 years

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Nicole A. W.

Masterpost

★…★…★…★…★…★…★…★…★…★…★…★

Amazo

Mechanics of the Heart

...★...

Bart Allen [Impulse]:

Good Old Days

Artist's Muse

This Too Shall Pass (OC/Canon)

Future Worries

Future Comforts

Feels Like Fighting Gravity (OC/Canon) - UPCOMING

Bad Days

Kiss Tax

Heart Stops

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Cassandra Cain [Orphan]:

When You Come Home

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Conner "Kon" Kent/Kon-El [Superboy]:

Storming in the Streets Part I, Part II, Part III - UPCOMING

When Stars Die - UPCOMING

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Jaime Reyes/Khaji Da [Blue Beetle]:

Sour [Jaime only]

af·fec·tion [Jaime only]

Little Menace Part I, Part II - UPCOMING [Jaime/Khaji Da]

Figured it Out [Jaime only] - UPCOMING

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John Constantine

Goodnight

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J'onn J'onzz [Martian Manhunter]:

To Woo You Part I, Part II

Misunderstandings

...★...

Virgil Hawkins [Static]:

Overload

Hero Crush Part I, Part II - UPCOMING

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winters-doll · 2 years

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The Generals Princess

A/N: Hey guys<3 I know it’s been forever but here it is! Give me some ideas if you like!

Disclaimer: None of these pics are mine

Warnings: Ddlg, eventually daddy! Jon Jonzz x Little reader. Nervous reader. Eventual Smut 💚💚💚

Chp 6

Assurance

Guarding cautious steps, I exit the gray and polished bathroom. I don’t even know what he’ll say. I thought. He knows I’m a little and he has the highest authority as of right now in this building. This is beyond personal. My ma doesn’t even know, nor my step father. If he found out. I feel my spine tremble at the thought. Walking attentively across the lustrous marble. Avoiding as many military/ civilian employees as I can. I'm surprised he didn’t dismiss me. Surely finding out this information about me would make me a non valuable soldier. I thought. Suddenly feeling a strong presence behind me. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap! I know that feeling! I THOUGHT I WAS READY TO TALK TO HIM! But the comforting caress of his body heat on the entirety of my back and backside makes my hair stand. I have to stand up for myself, no matter how ridiculous I feel. Seeing a staircase ahead near an elevator, I patter my pink clad socks towards the steel door. Still feeling his warm presence behind me, my chubby fingers push the chilling metal handle.

Entering the chilly staircase I wrap my arms around me. Even with my breaker jacket I feel the chill of non activity in this room. I tread to the steps and sit on the concrete surface. I’m not even sure what to say to him, I huff. I’m not necessarily ashamed of being a little. I just never wanted him to know. It was safer that way, him living in my fantasies every night. No risk. Putting my head in between my legs. Exhaling a deep breath I curl my hands into tight fists. This wasn't supposed to happen. Hearing the door slam shut, I realize what I've always been.

A coward.

Feeling his presence again, I’m unable to lift my head. General Swanwick walks towards the steps. My heartbeat thudded in my ears, my eyes burning. The familiar heat now radiating in front of me, I’m lost for words. “Chloe.” His rich, tender voice fills me with dread. Only if I could just tell him, my fears, my gratitude, my blessings. I’d do it all. Only if it weren’t him. “Look at me Chloe.” I suck in a harsh breath. Mr. Swanwick voice calls out to me, yet it wasn’t a command nor threat.

It was a plea.

Maybe I can try to face my fear and actually achieve it. Maybe I could try one more time. Lifting my head from my knees, I’m met with dark brown concern orbs. Sniffing, I try,”Hey.” I mumbled. “Hey.” His tender voice makes me smile impishly. “I…” My voice wavers. “It’s alright Chloe.” Mr. Swanwick sits 5 steps down from me, giving me enough room for personal space but also being close enough to guard my actions. He pulls my brown and beaten up combat boots from his back. “We're already late.” I reach out to take my boots when he pulls back his large palm. Confused, I look up at him with furrowed brows. Even sitting down he still towers over me. “Let me.” His deep voice makes heart skyrocket. He wants to help me put on my boots…Placing my combat boots gently upon the concrete surface, the general inquired. ”If you would be so kind as to give me your foot, Chloe.”Mr. Swanwick holds out his callous dark palm towards me. Looking into his dark brown orbs once more, Curling my fists tighter. I cautiously extend my leg and my foot towards his palm. Trust. I’m not sure if I've ever trusted anyone before. I’ve had good reasons not to. Looking at his large palm, I’m reminded of how bigger he is than me, my mind suddenly flashes of my body crumpling to the floor. Bruises littering my skin. Memories of my stepfather make me guard my extended leg back. Keeping my eyes on the stairs, I huff a deep breath.

Honestly, I’ve never tried to trust anyone, besides Jessica. I thought I could trust my mother and stepfather but they prove me wrong in more hurtful ways than others and I love them the most. But looking into his deep brown eyes, I’m met with the expression of patience. The general keeps his palm extended towards my foot. His sincere eyes don't remind me of my stepfather, he’s never looked at me like this before. Huffing a deep breath, I look at my sock clad foot and slowly push my foot towards his palm.

Looking away, I can’t see the expression the general has but I hear him release a deep breath. His warm palm gently caresses my heel and I inwardly flinch. “Thank you, Chloe.”

Exhaling, I hear the general unlace my boots. The stoic man kneels in front of me and lifts my thigh, tilting the top half of my body backwards, the concrete stairs nearly digging into my back. Inhaling sharply, I grasp the steps harshly. Scratching the steps, my nails creating white marks on the steps, the general looks displeased. “You’ll injure your delicate nails.” Feeling my body heat rise, I stare at the ceiling and say,” I’m in a discomposed position, sir.” The general hums,”I know.” Looking up at the stoic man, I pout.”That’s not funny.”

“Of course not, Ms. Brown.” The general chuckles and I find myself looking at him. I’ve never heard him make that sound before. I thought. “I’m only in the position of assisting you Chloe.” The general rumbles. “In fact,” Mr. Calvin hums,”I’ll assist you to the best of my ability.” Warm callous hands spread my thigh wider, leaving my legs and thighs open to display. The stairwell is filled with the sound of my gasp. “S-sir! This is…” Mind fading blank, I try to reach for my combat boots in his hand. “I-It’s fine. I can do-.” The general towers over me, my legs hardly let the broad general in between. “Clotildia.” General Swanwick scolds, “What did we talk about, with your embarrassment.” Staring in shock, I squirm in his hold. The broad man grumbles in disapproval and squeezes my thigh. “Honestyisgoodforme.” I say in a jumble of words.Mr. Swanwick nods in approval. 'Precisely, now-” The nonchalant man slowly moves his heavy palms towards my waist.

“A-ah!” Instinctively, I squeeze my eyes shut. W-wait Chloe! He’s not going to hurt you. He’s kind and gentle. Yet I feel my fist quiver. “Chloe.” Mr. Swanwick rumbles. Still shaking I open my eyes to see worried brown ones.

The general face holds a tinge of regret and sadness. Pulling his hands away he mumbles,”I apologize, that was completely out of line.” He starts to put his hands in his pockets, I quickly grab his wrist. “Wait! It’s alright.” I smile impishly,”I just got a bit nervous.” Guiding his hands to my plush waist, I look into his eyes. “It’s alright, Mr. Cal.” The general exhales a deep breath and thanks me. “Don’t be alarmed.” Hm? Why would I be– The broad man picks me from my waist. Feeling cool air whips past me, I shriek,”O-oh wow!” I've never been picked up by someone like this…I completely forgot that he was so strong. Gently placing me on one of his strong thighs, the general hums satisfied. “This feels more preferable?” I hum in agreement. However, I feel my body hover over his thigh, tense. “We should take our leave soon.” Mr. Swanwick hums and goes to pick up my combat boots on his left thigh but stops. “Chloe.” I feel my body tense. I-is he going to say that im too heavy or?! “Please sit properly, that position is hardly suitable.” Body heat rose,I pouted and snorted,” I wouldn’t want to break your legs or anything.” I laugh impishly.

Flick! Suddenly the tip of my nose feels like it’s on fire. Gasping at sudden pain, I press on the bridge of my nose to hopefully dull the pain. Stumbling back upon his big thighs. “You shouldn’t insult yourself in that manner.” Mr. Cal frowned. Hanging my head in shame, I sniffle.``That hurts.” The general taps my calf and rumbles,”It’s supposed to be a reminder, left foot please.” Reluctantly lifting my foot, the serene man slides the boots from heel to toe swiftly. Leaning back I feel his near scorching body on mine. Grateful of his heat in this drafty stairwell, I squirm to get more comfortable on his lap. Tying my left boot tight the general mumbles a quiet,’’Good.” His warm chest rumbles in the middle of my back. Sighing at this unexpected relaxing moment, I close my eyes and slightly turn towards his warmth. His chest almost vibrates with the deepest purr. I havent been this relaxed in years. Hoping this feeling never leaves, I grasp on to this fantasy that he was more than mine. Until the heavy steel door opens.

#daddy!dom martian manhunter x black reader #martian manhunter #uncle bruce wayne #uncle clark kent #justice league #martian manhunter x black reader #martian manhunter x reader

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thealtoduck · 3 years

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O ok so this was my idea could you do a fic we’re the young justice team gets a new member the sidekick to vixen who took the amulet that gave her the powers when she retired. But he’s not old enough to join the league yet so they put him the team and Wally slowly falls for him. I know vixen is not the best we’ll know character but I think it would be cool.

Being Vixen’s nephew and joining the team…

Wally West x Male Reader

Warnings: Implied smut.

Y/s/n = Your superhero name

Summary: Your aunt Mari retires as Vixen , you join the team and Wally thinks your hot.

(A/N: Yesss, we stan Vixen on this blog. She’s an icon, she’s a legend and she is the moment. Now come on now.)

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You grew up in the city of Detroit with your mother and father but also with your aunt Mari around to help raise you.

One of the coolest days of your life was when you found out your aunt Mari was a superhero named Vixen, who thanks to the tantu totem could mimic the strengths of different animals.

She could be as fast as a Cheetah, as strong as a elephant and as scary as a spider (but literally she can crawl up walls like one).

Little did you know that one day you would have those powers.

After a serious battle together with the league your aunt ended up hospitalised in a coma.

While visiting her you noticed the tantu totem on her bedside table and you thought to yourself ”Wow, good place to store a powerful magical artifact… If you want it to get stolen”, so you picked up the talisman and brought it home with you.

Maybe your instincts could predict future because just a few days later the city was attacked by Solomon Grundy, Gorilla Grodd and a few other villains.

At first it seemed that the Justice League members stationed in Detroit had everything under control… but then they didn’t. Some of them had been knocked out and the others were starting to get overpowered.

So you made an impulsive decision and thought ”Auntie Mari is gonna kill me… so i guess it’s better that they do it”. You put on the tantu totem and felt it’s powers spread through your body.

You used your powers to mimic an eagle and flew over to the scene of the battle. You saw that Solomon Grundy was about to smash Green Lantern (John Stewart version) with a light post. So you flew over Grundy and changed powers so that you now were as heavy as a blue whale and you dropped down on Grundy’s head.

Green Lantern looked at you and said ”Nice save kid”. ”Thanks” you said and you shifted powers to the strength of an elephant and ran towards Grodd who was fighting with Martian Manhunter and you tackled him to the ground.

You and the other heroes then managed to take down Grodd and his gang. When you got home your parents were there waiting for you, they were glad to see you were okay.

A few days later your aunt woke up from her coma. When she found out about your adventure with the Justice League you were suprised to see that she wasn’t mad at you, if anything she seemed really proud.

The two of you had a real talk and she admitted that being Vixen had become to much for her to handle and that she needed someone to take her place, She then said ”And i think i found the perfect candidate”.

A few months later…

You had officially taken over for your aunt as y/s/n, she had started training you in hand to hand combat.

Eventually you were approached by Batman and Red Tornado who wanted to ask you to join a smaller team of younger heroes simply referred to as the team.

You accepted and were escorted to their base of opperations in Happy Harbour through a zeta tube which teleported you in to a cave inside a mountain called Mount Justice.

Waiting inside were four people, a girl with green skin and red hair, a muscular boy with black hair and a Superman logo on his T-shirt, another boy who had blonde hair and what looked like tattoos on his arms and lastly another boy with black hair wearing sunglasses inside for some reason.

”Team, gather round” Batman said and the other teenagers walked over while looking at you.

”This is Y/n McCabe also known as Y/s/n, he’s the one who took over after Vixen retired and he’s the newest member of your team” Batman introuduced.

”It’s very nice to meet you all” you said kindly to the few members of the team that were there.

The blonde boy with the tattoos walked up to you and held out a hand, ”It’s nice to meet you Y/n, my name is Kaldur’ahm but most people call Kaldur, welcome to the team”.

From that day on you were offically part of a team and only a day later you were invited for their training session with the team and Black Canary.

Then you got to meet Artemis and Zatanna and also Wally Fucking West.

Your first meeting with Wally was interesting to say the least. He was late for training so he basically came sprinting through zeta-tube and you just happened to be in the path of the speedster.

As he ran in to you and both of you fell to the floor with him landing on top off you. The two of made eye contact and Wally said ”Jackpot”. You gave him a slight death stare and flipped him off of you.

You then stood up and heard Wally asking ”Wait, who is this?”.

After that you were introduced to all the members of the team.

Wally continued flirting with you and you continued acting like you weren’t interested. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t found him attractive but you didn’t like his approach, if he wanted to get anywhere with you he would need to do more than call you hot.

It wasn’t until after an especially hard mission that yours and Wally’s relationship actually went anywhere.

You and Wally were sitting in front of the tv in the cave watching a Friday the 13th movie marathon.

For some reason the atmosphere was different than it usually was between you and Wally, instead of him making flirty comments and you instantly shutting him down, you were laying side by side having a fun conversation about how Jason Vorhees came back to life.

With you insisting that it was simply magic and him insisting that there must be some kind of realistic explanation. You and Wally spent almost half the night having the discussion until you agreed to disagree.

Soon enough you fell asleep with your head leaning on his shoulder and instead of waking you up so he could go home he called his parents saying he would be staying in the cave for the night.

When you woke up and realised your head was on Wally’s shoulder you expected some flirty comment but all Wally said was ”Good morning”.

And from then on your relationship continued to blossom.

One day Robin walked in to the rest off the team looking slightly traumatised. ”Hello Robin, what’s wrong you look troubled?” Kaldur asked.

”I… I just walked in on Y/n and Wally having sex and i don’t think i will ever be the same” Robin answered.

#wally west x male reader #wally west x male!reader #kid flash x male reader #kid flash x male!reader #dc x male reader #dc comics x male reader #x male reader #male reader #x male reader headcanons #male reader headcanons #young justice x male reader

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the-atlas-sister · 3 years

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The First Date (Damian Wayne X Reader)

So in this, you are the daughter of Green Arrow, Oliver Queen (NOT THE ARROW VERSION!! THE ANIMATED AND COMIC VERSION), and Black Canary, Dinah Lance. Also in this Dinah is dead and you have taken on the role of Black Canary

"Done!" Abby (moi!!!) exclaimed, tying the hair tie in my hair. "Aw, you look so good!" She backed up, admiring her work.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, smiling slightly. "I mean, I usually look beautiful but now I look even more beautiful," I joked.

"I know," Abby said, making me chuckle.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Six on the dot," Abby said, looking impressed. "Wow."

"It is Damian," I shrugged before my eyes widened. "I'm going on a date with Damian Wayne."

"Chill," y/b/f said, noticing my panic. "You asked him out, remember?"

"But-"

"Hey Damian," y/b/f said from the living room.

I looked at Abby, a panicked expression on my face. "You're okay," she whispered before leading me out of the bathroom.

Damian looked at me before mumbling something in Arabic. I was rusty when it came to other languages but I thought I caught "Beautiful..." which was enough to make my entire face turn red.

"Hey," I said, putting on a confident face. "You look good." My eyes scanned him. He wore a pair of nice black jeans and a matching skin-tight turtle-neck.

"You look..." His eyes scanned me.

"Gorgeous? Beautiful? Sexy?" I guessed, smirking at Damian blushed.

"Yes," Damian said, making me blush.

"Okay... well," Abby said, pushing me forward. "You two have fun," she said as I slipped on my shoes. "But not too much fun." She eyeballed Damian in a very best friend way. "And have her back by 10."

"And be safe!" Myloh added.

"Bye guys," I said, quickly ushering Damian out the door before closing it. "Sorry."

"I had a similar conversation with my brothers before I left," Damian said before cringing slightly. "Although it was a bit more-"

"I don't want to know," I said, shaking my head. "So, what do you have planned, Mr. Wayne?" I asked, walking down the apartment hallway.

"That's a surprise," Damian said with a stoic face.

"Not a huge fan of surprises," I said as we reached the elevator.

"You'll like this one," Damian stated matter-of-factly, pressing the button to the last level.

"Is that a fact?" I challenged as the elevator lowered.

"Yes," Damian stated, making me tilt my head. "I did some research and I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"I don't know if that was meant to be sweet but it came off as creepy," I chuckled, leaning on the elevator wall.

"I just meant- I asked Abby what you're interested in," Damian explained, slowly going pink.

"What'd she say?" I asked, both worried and curious.

"She explained your love of movies, books, the stars, and food," Damian stated as the doors slid open.

"So, which did you choose?" I questioned, walking backward out of the elevator.

"Still a surprise," Damian smirked, following me.

"Mhm, game on Mr. Wayne," I said, turning around and walking out the apartment building's front doors. My eyes widened a bit as I saw Damian's motorcycle parked in front of the building. "Seriously?" I asked, looking at him as he stood next to me.

"Complaining?" he asked, looking at me sideways.

"Not as long as I get to drive," I chuckled, approaching the motorcycle.

"No," Damian said, standing next to me. He grabbed one of the helmets before handing me the second one.

"I know how," I frowned.

"No," Damian repeated before blinking. "Strange, that felt familiar." He then shook his head before getting on the bike. "Come on," he said looking at me. I rolled my eyes but climbed on the bike behind him. "Hold on," he said before putting on his helmet.

"You sure you don't want to drive as a way to get me to hold on to you?" I teased, resting my head on Damian's shoulder. Damian tensed up, making me chuckle. "I was kidding," I reassured him, putting on the helmet and grabbing his shoulders.

Damian cleared his throat. "I-I respect you, but for your own safety, I suggest you put your arms around my waist."

I blushed, wrapping my arms around his waist. Damian started the bike and drove out of his parking spot. My grip tightened as Damian sped up and we reached the highway. I grinned under the helmet as the adrenaline rushed through me due to the speed.

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"You have to take me on your motorcycle more often," I said, letting out a breathy laugh and taking off my helmet.

"It's not really mine," Damian corrected, taking off his helmet and getting off the bike.

"But with Promythous-" I furrowed my brows, placing the helmet on the bike's seat.

"That was Robin's bike," Damian explained, leading me to the secret destination. He had parked a block away from the surprise place, just to keep the secrecy. "Damian Wayne does not have a motorcycle."

"Who's-" I continued, getting into pace next to Damian.

"My brother's," he shrugged with a small smug smile.

"You stole your brother's motorcycle?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"He told me, women love men with motorcycles," Damian said. "So I took that as an invitation for me to 'borrow' his." He smirked to himself at the thought. "Also, my other brother said I should. I'm not one to listen to him but, I did enjoy the idea of stealing Jason's bike." I smiled at his mini-rant. He seemed to notice. "I'm sorry for oversharing," he said, his face returning to it's neutral state.

"No, it's fine," I reassured him as we turned a corner. "It's nice hearing you talk more."

Damian blinked, obviously surprised by my answer. "What... would you like to talk about?" he asked slowly.

"You," I said. "I don't know much about you."

"O-oh," Damian stuttered, which was a rare sound. "I grew up with the League of Assassins."

"The group your father trained with?" I asked, interested to learn more. "Lead by Ra AlGugl?"

"My grandfather," Damian confirmed. "When my father was training, he met my mother. She- she tricked him into having... intercourse with her. That's how I was created. My father left before I was born and I was raised by my grandfather and mother. I was trained from birth to be the master assassin. I was supposed to be the best. There was no room for error."

"That doesn't sound like a fun childhood," I said.

"I suppose not," Damian hummed. "I loved my grandfather very much, or more admired him. He told me we would destroy the world and rebuild it in our own image." He scanned our surroundings, almost as if he was imagining how he could make each detail superior.

"That's still partly your mindset isn't it?" I asked, making Damian's gaze turn to me. "You see the world and people and just imagine how you can make them better." Damian blinked. "You even yourself believe you're better than everyone. You think you'll be a better Batman, a better hero."

"I don't-"

"I'm not critiquing, just observing," I stated. I blushed under Damian's intense stare. "I-I interrupted, I'm sorry. What about your mother?"

"She's dead," Damian said.

"Oh," I said.

"She wasn't a mother anyway," Damian continued. "Last I saw her she tried to create an adult 'perfect' clone of me and killed him."

"And I thought my dad was hardcore," I mumbled. "How did she...?"

"Helicopter crashed after trying to kill me, my father, and Grayson," Damian said almost casually.

My eyes widened. "You didn't deserve it," I said as we turned yet another corner. Damian turned to me. "You deserved a loving childhood. Not one with a group of assassins and Batman."

Damian's eyes softened. "I did get, what you call, a loving childhood with my father," he said. "He would set up movie nights. And my brothers are... overly loving, at least Grayson."

"He's Nightwing, right?" I asked, grinning a bit. Damian nodded. "I've met him. He has a bit of an older brother feel. And I'm sure he understands how hard it is to grow up with someone like Bruce."

"He has made it very clear he does," Damian scoffed. "As had Todd." I gave him a questioning look. "Red Hood."

"Oh, never met him," I mumbled.

We walked in comfortable silence for a minute.

"Here," Damian said, stopping in front of a small and quaint ice cream shop.

"Ice cream?" I asked, giving him a lopsided grin. "On Friday."

"You said you and your mother used to always had ice cream on Fridays," Damian said shyly.

I let out a small laugh. "You- this is really sweet," I said, a bit surprised. I remembered when I told him that detail about my childhood.

***Flashback***

"Tell me more about your mother," Damian said after a while of silence. "I assume she's where you got your power?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "She was- awesome. She was the first Black Canary. Trained in thousands of martial art styles."

"You're telling me things I already know," Damian stated, making me look at him.

"She was a pretty cool mom," I chuckled, crossing my legs on the bed. "She couldn't cook though. That was something she wasn't taught. She'd always make time for us to have an ice cream night. Every Friday." I smiled at the memory. "Sometimes she'd come back from patrol at midnight then wake me up, just so we could still eat ice cream."

"Do you still do it?" Damian questioned, turning to face me fully. "With your father?"

"Not usually," I stated, trying not to sound bitter. "He's usually busy with the Justice League and his company."

"How did she die?" Damian asked softly, making me go stiff.

"I was thirteen," I recited. "She and my dad went to face Prometheus. It was just in the early stages of my training-at least for the Canary cry, so I wasn't allowed to go. I- I remember my dad calling the house. He told me he'd be home soon, but something happened to Mom. Apparently, Prometheus slit her throat. She didn't want anyone to find out her identity so she insisted that only Martian Manhunter or Batman operated on her."

"But it was too late," Damian assumed. I nodded.

"Dad and I hardly even spoke after that," I sighed. "It hit us both- hard, but after a year, we got through it. He's still protective though."

"What about your powers?"

"I don't use them," I stated. "My mom died before we got far in training."

"Why don't you continue?" Damian asked. "I assume the league would be open to help or your friends."

"I can't," I sighed. "My vocal cords are too old."

"That sounds like an excuse," Damian stated. "I was unaware you were a quitter, Queen."

***End of flashback***

"I just figured you'd enjoy it," Damian shrugged, turning his head to the side to hide his smile.

"I do," I chuckled. "Although this is very cliche."

"I have seen as such in many of the movies Grayson forced me to watch," Damian admitted.

"Thank you, Damian," I smiled before rushing towards the outside counter, Damian following. "Hello!" I said to the person at the counter.

"Hello," the person said. She was a pretty girl, seemingly teen age with flawless makeup. She looked like she belonged at Dutch Brothers.

"I would like two scoops of y/f/i.c (your favirote ice cream) in a cup, please," I said before turning to Damian.

"Awesome," the girl said. "And you?"

Damian glanced at me. "None for me," he answered.

"You're not going to get anything?" I asked.

"I've never had ice cream," Damian admitted.

"Never?" I asked in shock.

"No," Damian said, his face showing me he didn't understand the problem. I scanned his face before turning to the girl.

"He'll have one scoop of almond in a cup," I stated.

"Alright," the girl smiled. "Be right with you."

"I said I didn't want any," Damian said, looking at me.

"You've never had it and you can't just sit there watching me eat," I protested. "Plus, I think you'll like it."

"Why is that?" Damian challenged.

"I'm an observer of people and you seem like an almond guy," I summarized.

"Explain your thinking Miss Queen," Damian said.

"Well, almond is more of a traditional Arabic ice cream flavor (please correct me if I'm wrong, I got this off the internet), and knowing you, you prefer salty and savory over sweet," I explained before leaning back and spreading my hands like I was presenting an amazing discovery.

"We shall see," Damian just said.

"Here," the girl chimed in, interrupting our discussion. She handed us our ice cream.

"Thank you," I said. I placed my ice cream on the counter before pulling out my wallet, but Damian had already paid. "I was going to pay," I said as he handed me my ice cream.

"It's proper etiquette for the man to pay," Damian said, leading me away from the ice cream shop.

"But it's not required," I chuckled. "Besides, we're both the children of billionaires." Damian didn't answer as he led me to a small park beside the shop. "I'll just pay next time."

"Next time?" Damian asked, stopping in front of a blanket with a projector on it.

"Yeah," I smirked. "If I haven't scared you away."

"Not at all," Damian said, sitting on the blanket. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged.

"Try the ice cream," I said excitedly. Damian glanced at the tan-colored ice cream before taking a scoop and eating it. I stared at him, waiting for some type of reaction. His eyes widened before he took another scoop. "I told you!" I smirked.

"Coincidence," Damian scoffed but took more bites.

"Mhm," I hummed, leaning back on my free hand. I looked around, noticing a screen across from the projector. "You set this up?"

"Pennyworth did," Damian corrected. "Although I choose the film."

"Oh really?" I asked. "What'd you choose?"

"y/f/a/m (your favirote animated movie)," Damian stated. My face lit up. "Abby told me it was your favorite. Although I don't understand how or why a film made for children would be your favorite."

"You've never seen it have you?" I asked. Damian shook his head. "Then you'll figure out that it's not really a children's film. And you'll discover the superior soundtrack."

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gorogues · 2 years

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Spoilers for comics in June!

These are from the official solicits for that month, which you can see at CBR.

Things go from bad to worse for the Rogues in the finale of the Black Label series, while AU Roscoe and the Flashpoint Rogues make surprise appearances. I guess all the new Rogue stories this month are AU.

ROGUES #4 Written by JOSHUA WILLIAMSON Art by LEOMACS Cover by SAM WOLFE CONNELLY Variant cover by KAARE ANDREWS 1:25 variant cover by LEOMACS $6.99 US | 48 pages | 4 of 4 | Prestige Plus | 8 1/2" x 10 7/8" ON SALE 6/28/22 17+ Gorilla City blues! All the Rogues wanted was a better life for themselves. But that’s all over thanks to all their greed and backstabbing. Those still left alive are busted up with their backs against the wall, and Grodd’s forces are closing in. With no heroes racing to save them, they must make a deadly deal with Gorilla Grodd to survive.

Guess they shouldn’t have been backstabbing each other, something the Rogues on Earth-0 have (mostly) learned. I love that ridiculous Bane variant cover.

SUICIDE SQUAD: BLAZE #3 Written by SIMON SPURRIER Art and cover by AARON CAMPBELL Variant cover by VALENTINE DE LANDRO $6.99 | 48 pages | 3 of 3 | Prestige Plus | 8 1/2" x 10 7/8" ON SALE 7/5/22 After the blood-soaked events of last issue, there are no heroes left with the strength to take on the cannibal killer…with the possible exception of, believe it or not, one Michael Van Zandt. But when Michael learns the truth of both the killer’s true nature and that of the powers he’s been given, humanity might have a lot more to fear than one flying carnivore…

Like the Rogues series, this sure sounds like a Mature Readers story.

FLASHPOINT BEYOND #5 Written by GEOFF JOHNS, TIM SHERIDAN, and JEREMY ADAMS Art by XERMÁNICO Cover by MITCH GERADS Variant cover by XERMÁNICO 1:25 ratio variant cover by SCOTT KOLINS $3.99 US | 32 pages | 5 of 6 | Variant $4.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 6/28/22 The Clockwork Killer’s identity is finally revealed as the dust settles after the showdown at Arkham Asylum. But as we learn the truth behind how the Clockwork Killer came to be, Thomas is faced with a reality-altering choice!

This variant cover is the first hint I’ve seen that Citizen Cold and the Rogues are in the Flashpoint Beyond story, and hopefully they get a significant role.

THE FLASH: THE FASTEST MAN ALIVE #3 Written by KENNY PORTER Art and cover by JASON HOWARD Variant cover by ANDY MUSCHIETTI $5.99 US | 48 pages | 3 of 3 | Variant $6.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 6/28/22 Barry has learned to control his powers and is finally starting to feel like the hero he’s always dreamed he could be. But then a showboating new villain going by the name, the Top shows up looking to test his abilities and make some cash selling his weapons after showing how they can take out the Flash! Barry will need to use every skill he’s picked up along the way if he’s going to stop this topsy-turvy terror!!

....is Roscoe wearing armour on the cover? Sadly this probably means he won’t be in any of the movies, but that was to be expected. I’m hyped for the comic anyway.

BRIGHTEST DAY OMNIBUS (2022 EDITION) Written by GEOFF JOHNS and PETER J. TOMASI Art by IVAN REIS, PATRICK GLEASON, and others Cover by IVAN REIS $100.00 US | 696 pages | 7 1/4" x 10 7/8" | Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-77951-633-6 ON SALE 8/30/22 Offered again! In this follow-up to Blackest Night, 12 heroes and villains were resurrected by a white light expelled from deep within the center of the earth. Now Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Firestorm, Hawkman, Hawkgirl, Deadman, Jade, Osiris, Hawk, Captain Boomerang, and Zoom must discover the mysterious reason behind their return and uncover the secret that binds them all in this massive hardcover collecting issues #0-24 of the hit series!

It’s 2022, why do they still insist on calling Eobard “Zoom”?

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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The Start of Something Great

Outlaws x Tamaranean!Reader

Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Violence and Past Abuse

Author's Note: So this is technically the start of all those One-Shots with the T!Reader. In order, they are the one you're reading right now, then this one, this one, and this one. Enjoy! -Thorne

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She watched the group socialize from her position in the corner; she’d never been out and open like Kori was. She’d always preferred to watch in silence, to observe…the years she spent captive, formed her mindset of watching and waiting for moments of weakness. Speaking of Kori, she watched her step into the room with Dick; their hands tightly clasped together.

Fighting a laugh, she glanced out the window, turning her attention to the waves as they crashed against the rocks below the tower. She wondered why she was here. She wasn’t a part of the Titans…not really. Her animosity towards leniency on justice put her at odds with just about everyone within the group, and especially the Justice League. Well, except for Diana; the Amazon was the only one who truly understood her reasoning.

But as for letting criminals go free? It didn’t happen. Rarely ever, did (Y/N) allow a criminal to walk away from her, and her mind drifted to the memory of her first mission with the Titans.

***

She stepped out of the smoldering hole in the warehouse wall and strode to the criminal crawling from her. Placing her foot square between his pelvis and spine, she stepped down with all her strength and listened to his spine crack under the strain. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and she rolled him over with her foot, glaring down at him, watching as he begged.

“Please!”

A white hot star-bolt formed in her hand and she raised it, speaking coldly. “The women you assaulted and killed did not want to die either.”

The man began to cry as she flung the bolt, watching his body incinerate, and turn to ash; she turned and began walking away, ignoring the concerned look from her sister, and the angry looks from her teammates.

They hadn’t even gotten five feet into the tower when Dick was on her like a beast to a fresh kill. “What the hell was that, (Y/N)?”

She glowered, warning him darkly, “Watch how you speak to me, Richard. I am not Kori. And you should believe me when I tell you that what I feel for you is nothing short of loathing. And loathing is quick to turn deadly should I be pushed.” (Y/N) turned to leave when he moved in front of her again.

“It doesn’t matter what you feel! You owe us an explanation!” He shot back.

She barked a cold laugh. “I owe you nothing, least of all an explanation.”

“You murdered him!”

(Y/N) narrowed her gaze. “And the point you are trying to make is?”

Dick threw his hands into the air. “It was wrong!”

“Was what he did to those innocent women also wrong?” she countered and he all but recoiled.

“Of course! But that doesn’t—”

“But nothing. He was a despicable criminal, and he deserved to die for his crimes.” (Y/N) turned around and began walking to the door.

“We aren’t executioners, Kiyahnd’r.” Dick admonished.

She froze in her spot and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes frosty towards them. “Perhaps not you, Richard. But you were not raped and beaten repeatedly as a young child.” Her gaze narrowed. “My justice is absolute in the face people who do the same thing that was done to me and my sisters. Never forget that.”

***

(Y/N) blinked, dragging herself from the memory; it hadn’t been long after that, that she found herself tangled in combat with the Justice League. Apparently, she had held out against them far longer than anyone ever had, managing to overpower The Flash and Martian Manhunter. She had almost defeated Batman when Wonder Woman and Superman intervened, subduing her. That was a fun day for (Y/N), and she remembered how Batman had made her concede killing people…mostly anyway.

The years had been decent to her and she came to terms with her life, even branching out into modeling like Kori did. They ruled the runways. But the “lone wolf” style she’d developed while in captivity still ruled her, and she found it increasingly hard to keep continuing the team. They had all gathered in the room, and she rose from her seat.

Immediately, the talking stopped as everyone turned to stare at her; Dick smiled at her from his seat, Kori perched herself across his thighs. “You alright, (Y/N)?” She met his eyes before moving to the table and setting down a small metal piece. It clinked and their eyes moved to it, as Dick questioned, “What’s that?”

“You know what it is, Richard.”

He glanced over, looking at the item, and took in the realization of what it was. “Your key to the tower?”

(Y/N) nodded. “As of now, I formally relinquish my role as a Titan.” Ignoring the shocked gasps and stares, she continued. “I will be leaving at dusk.” (Y/N) made her way to the door. “Thank you…and goodbye.” She didn’t wait for their replies, moving to her bedroom.

She closed the door and sat beside the window, occasionally glancing at her packed bag. (Y/N) had money saved up over the years, from odd jobs to her professional modeling career worldwide and she still had big money rolling into her bank account from other various sources. She would be alright; she just needed to find a place to live on her own and thrive.

A knock tore her from her thoughts, and she turned to the door. “Enter.” In walked Kori and Dick, and she sighed knowingly. “Delivering the parting words?”

“Kiyahnd’r…are you sure you want to leave?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Very.”

They sat down on her bed, a couple feet away, and Dick leaned forward. “You don’t have to leave, (Y/N).”

“I am aware,” she noted. “but this is something that I want to do.”

“Why Kiyahnd’r?”

(Y/N)’s eyes flitted to Kori. “Because this is not where I belong.”

“Don’t say that, (Y/N). You—”

She raised a hand. “Do not try and cushion the blow, Richard.” She rose and stared out the window. “It has been plain to see all these years that you all will never trust me.” (Y/N) glanced at Dick. “Or accept me onto your team.”

Dick went silent, and Kori nudged him. “Say something.”

“What do you want me to say? She’s kinda right.”

“Dick!”

(Y/N) stopped Kori. “Do not be angry at him, Koriand’r. Richard is right.” She paused. “I am not you Koriand’r…I allow my past to define how I live my life.” Her eyes moved to her sister’s, and a hint of sorrow crossed her tone. “I cannot let go of our pasts. It will haunt me forever, and I need to find my own path…away from this place.”

The two of them went silent, then Dick said, “If you don’t have anywhere to go…Jason’s been in need of a partner lately.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “That moronic imbecile? Certainly not.”

Dick snickered as Kori sighed. “Jason is not stupid, sister.”

“Truly? There have been a few times where he has fooled me.”

Kori sighed again, as Dick rose from the bed, moving to (Y/N). “Look…I know you think I don’t like you—”

“You do not like me.”

Dick rolled his eyes and corrected, “Wrong, Miss Know-It-All. I happen to like you very much. In fact—”

(Y/N) cut him off, turning to Kori. “Be cautious sister, you apparently have competition for Richard’s affections.” Kori and (Y/N) giggled as Dick raised his hands in exasperation.

He marched to the door with them still raised. “I give up! I came in here to wish you goodbye and good luck, and this is what I receive!” He was almost out the door when (Y/N) pulled him back, spinning him around to pull him in for a brief but heartfelt hug.

She pulled away and glanced at him. “For all you have done for me…and for all the times you have tried to help me…thank you, Richard.”

He grinned up at her and squeezed her round her middle. “See…you love me after all.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up her bags. “Do not push it Dick. You still anger me.”

“You aren’t the first person to tell me that.” Dick shrugged.

She snorted and moved to the door, stopping and glancing at them. “And I most certainly will not be the last.”

***

The flight to Gotham City was quiet, and she remembered the first time she arrived.

***

The portal opened and she fell through it, still fighting off the Psions who followed her. They crash-landed into a building, and the rubble was lit up like the sun as she threw star-bolts at them. The fighting lasted for a few minutes, and in the end, she stood victorious among the scattered body parts. Her mind raced as she tried to remember where her sister had gone, and the next thing she realized, a Psion was on her back.

She cursed in her native tongue as it clawed at her, and gathered energy into her palm to kill it when it flew off her, landing a good distance away. She rolled to her side and coughed; a hand appeared in her vision, and she looked up to see a man in black standing over her.

His lips moved, and she knew words were coming out, but it sounded like gibberish. The hand extended towards her more, and she took it, allowing him to help her stand. He kept speaking and she rolled her eyes, reaching out and grabbing his face; she brought their lips together, and words and languages flowed through her mind.

She released him and he simply gaped at her, too stunned to move; she snorted. “Apologies. My race learns by psychophysically connecting with one another. The most effective way is through oral contact.”

“…You just learned to speak English from kissing me?”

She nodded. “Is that what you call it? English? What a strange name it is.” The corner of his mouth rose, and she stood up straight. “I am Kiyahnd’r of…well…it does not matter.” She paused. “My name is Kiyahnd’r.”

He nodded. “I’m Batman.”

***

(Y/N) felt the corners of her mouth raise at the memory; it had been a very long time since she’d thought about it, and it reminded her of how lucky she’d been to learn the languages from Bruce. Kori only received a small amount from Dick; (Y/N) had received twenty-three different dialects, all fluently. The fleeting memories lasted only so long, and the plane began to ascend, signaling her arrival.

She stepped off of the plane and made her way to the baggage claim, picking up her bag and moving to the doors when she saw a familiar man. (Y/N) stared as he walked towards her.

He stopped in front of her and smirked. “Need a ride, doll?”

She rolled her eyes. “Dick called you then.”

“Called a few hours ago saying you were leaving the Titans and coming to find me and Roy.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “I was coming to Gotham. I was not coming to see the both of you.” She glared at him.

“Sticks and stones, (Y/N).”

“Go crawl into a bush, Jason.”

His hand curled around the handle of her suitcase and he lifted it, nodding his head to the door. “Car’s outside.” Jason moved forward, and (Y/N) was left with no choice but to follow him. She watched as he put her suitcase in the trunk, then turned to her. “You hungry?”

“Are you going to cook?”

Jason paused as he was getting in the driver’s door; he looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “Do you want me to cook?”

She moved to sit in the passenger seat. “So long as you make something good.”

He grinned as he sat in the seat, starting the car. “I always make good food.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘hmpf’. “We shall see.”

***

The drive to his apartment was slow and when they arrived, the sun was setting low beyond the skyline. They climbed the stairs and entered his apartment; (Y/N) hummed. “I wasn’t sure that your apartment would be as tidy as it is. It is rather shocking.”

Jason grunted as he moved into the kitchen, pulling out pans from the cabinets. “Sorry doll, the role of messy Robin is Tim.” He paused and glanced at her. “And sometimes, Dick…but mostly Timmy.”

(Y/N) snorted and motioned to her bag. “Where should I put my things?”

Jason nodded down the hallway. “Second door on your right. I changed the sheets and cleaned it, so you should be happy.”

She said nothing and walked to the bedroom. It was a little dull for her tastes, but nothing she couldn’t fix with a trip to the department store and IKEA. She walked back out and sat at the bar, watching Jason cook for them. When he was finished, they sat out on the balcony sharing a bottle of wine.

(Y/N) swallowed it, gagging, “Earth wine is disgusting.”

“Wine’s a peculiar taste,” he snorted, taking a sip. “You have to get used to it.”

She grunted and replied, “I do not want to be used to it. It tastes like…I do not even know what it tastes like. All I know is that it is disgusting.”

“You’re just a Debbie-Downer, aren’t you, (Y/N)?”

“I do not know what that is but I can tell it is not positive.”

“Nevermind.” Jason chuckled and they lapsed into a comfortable silence, eating their dinner, and when they were finished, they climbed to the roof and watched the stars; Jason leaned over. “So, why did you leave the Titans?”

(Y/N) sighed quietly, murmuring, “I did not want to be within their company any longer.”

He eyed her. “And?”

“And I did not want to be ostracized anymore.” (Y/N) inhaled. “I am not Kori. She was accepted easily within the Titans because she is kind and sweet. But I? No…I was never one to be accepted. My attitude and stance on how I deal with criminals was not something the Titans were too keen on keeping.”

Jason listened silently, then tipped his head. “Dick told you to come find me then?”

She shrugged. “More or less.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “I assume he had an inkling that because we are so similar in our mindsets on criminals that we would get along and be able to work together.”

“Red Hood, Arsenal, and Supernova,” Jason grinned. “It’s got a great ring to it.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I regret this decision already.”

He scooted closer and slung an arm around her shoulders, ignoring the way she growled low in her throat. “Don’t be like that, doll…we’re gonna make a kick-ass team.”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to retort when a light shone in the sky; she glanced at Jason, tipping her head to it. “Well…let us go and show what a team we will make.” She rose, holding out a hand. “Shall we, Red Hood?”

Jason glanced at her hand before taking it, smirking. “Hell yeah.”

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iguana-eyanna · 3 years

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The Blood Within Us Chapter 4

Summary: Will the reader do whatever it takes to protect the ones she loves when tragedy hits the Wayne family? How far will the truth be tested when she realizes she’s not the only one with secrets of her own?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Pregnant Reader

Warning: LOT OF AGNST

Few days after Bruce's funeral, your family was slowly getting better. The boys decided to take some time off from crimefighting as they were still mourning their father's passing. Sometimes, each brother would be caught in the Batcave, reminiscing.

You didn't go down there, it was bad enough that you went to bed alone. You would stare where Bruce would lie and you would smell the faint scent he carried. Sometimes, you would wear his shirts just because it felt like he was hugging you from behind.

Today was a bittersweet day, for it was your first checkup for the baby. The whole family knew and was excited to see a proper view of the baby under less stressful circumstances.

You just came back from the clinic, deep in thought till someone knock on the door. You walk to the door to see a troubled Dick. "Hi, honey, what's wrong?" You asked, inviting him to come inside.

"I got a call from the Justice League, they want to meet with us right now at the main headquarters," he tells you. You were taken back by the news, but quickly grabbed your purse and a pair of heels.

"Is everything alright?" you asked as he leads you to the entrance with the other boys waiting for you two. "They just said all of the main members are coming." You gulped, taking a second to sink the information in, not anticipating what would be discussed.

Shortly, you were all transported to the headquarters in space. You are thankful that you didn't have any bad symptoms this morning for what was held in store in the meeting hall made you feel queasy alone. Jason went up to you and wrapped his arm on the side of your arm, easing your worried mind. You look up to him with a warm smile till you all entered the meeting room.

It was a very large table that was seated with Superman, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, The Flash, Aquaman, Green Arrow, and Black Canary. You personally knew them as Bruce opened to them about his secret identity long ago. "Y/n, boys, thank you for coming. Please, have a seat." J'onn J'onzz said.

You all took a seat as you glanced to an empty seat near Clark, assuming it was Bruce's seat. You force yourself not to cry in front of everyone. "So, you're probably wondering why we called you all here," Clark said, trying to break the ice and easing in the conversation. You glance at your eldest son who's staring down in his lap, almost looking sad and guilty.

"What's going on?" You questioned, looking toward the heroes around you. Clark inhales deeply, trying to ready himself with what they all prepared to announce before John Stewart took the lead.

"Everyone has supported you all to take some time off after the funeral. Unfortunately, we aren't able to continue defending Gotham as the word is spreading that something happened to Batman." He said professionally, keeping a stoic face as he always does.

"We don't mean to offend Ms. L/n. It's just hard for us to zoom or fly to fight all of the bad guys in Gotham while we are dealing with our own bad guys." Flash interrupted, being shot by a warning gaze by Diana.

She makes eye contact with you and begins to speak to you. "What he meant was, Batman has fought valiantly these past years. He has shown Gotham a true warrior who strikes fear in his enemy. It is time for someone to fill his shoes." Your jaw clenches a bit from hearing these words.

"You're telling me that you're replacing not only my fiance but your friend? Who are you even thinking to take over-" You get cut off as Dick looks at you. "Mom..." he says, grabbing your attention. "They already asked me." he says. You shake your head as your face begins to pale. You look at the others as they suddenly fell silent, especially your sons.

"No... no. He's just a kid, you're not giving him the cowl like some sort of prophecy he has to complete!" You raised your voice a bit, standing up from your seat. J'onn looks to you in a calm state, beginning to speak. "Mr. Dick has come of age to make his own decisions. His father even asked if anything were to happen to him, that his eldest has the opportunity to carry his father's legacy."

Your mouth begins to dry from hearing those words from the martian's mouth. "You already said yes, didn't you?" You asked Dick whose head is hanging low. You then decide to storm out, feeling overwhelmed by what just happened. Dinah looks over to Oliver and he shakes his head to let Dinah excuse herself to help you.

"Well... glad I was here for that drama," Arthur said out loud as he was silent throughout the whole time.

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Clark tries to find you and Dinah and finally sees you both at the dining hall. Once Dinah sees him coming forward, she soothes you one last time and leaves to update your sons on how you were doing.

"That was not what I was anticipating for the conversation to go by the way," he says to you. You lightly chuckle and invite him to sit next to you on the bench. He realizes you have a small picture in your hands.

"Is that what I think it is?" he asks politely. You give him a small smile and nod. "Yep, I just had my first official sonogram today. For some odd reason, it makes me feel better looking at it" you said proudly, giving him the picture for him to admire.

"Wow... I had my suspicions the last time I saw you. I could hear a faint heartbeat whenever I was near, but I couldn't wrap my head around it." Clark replies. "Me neither, it still feels like a dream." you said, looking outward to the space in the window.

You always appreciated the friendship you had with Clark. There was nothing to hide when it came to your conversations. Even if he was from another planet, he was just a kind country boy who wanted the best for others.

"Did Bruce know?" he stutters, hoping not to upset you. "Yeah, I found out I was pregnant in April. I immediately told him on his birthday. It's funny how he didn't tell me about what he wanted Dick to do if things went south."

Clark frowns at your dismay, rubbing your back. "I know Bruce can be difficult, but he had his best interest." You lightly scoff and look at him. "Dick is more safe being a police officer than being Batman, Clark."

The man of steel doesn't understand your statement. You exhale and take a folded paper out of your purse that almost appeared crumbled. "When Dick came back home to celebrate the Gala, this paper fell out of his bag. I was about to ask him about it until I discovered it was an unfilled application to Gotham's police academy."

You give a pregnant pause, thinking about your eldest son. "I just keep on thinking was this his ticket out for a normal life he's wanting to get back to? Dear God, Clark... this boy went from doing flips in the circus to doing flying kicks to bad guys. I don't want him to regret something because of what's expected of everyone." You concluded, tearing up a bit.

This didn't just apply to only Dick, but all of your sons. You wanted to see them excel in what they loved and not be corrupted by fighting every single minute of their lives.

Clark ponders for a moment till he places a hand on yours. "Dick is a good kid. I'm sure he has his reasons on why he didn't fill out the form just yet. To be honest, I tried to talk him out of taking over the cowl... but he made his decision already. Reminded me of a particular someone." You laugh as you realize who Clark was referring to.

"Stubborn like his father," you responded, drying your tears with the back of your hand. Clark snickers and helps you up from your seat, giving you a warm hug. "I promise I'll look after him for you." You smile back at him, thankful that your son has a guardian angel.

"I better go now, don't want the kids to wait up for me." Clark nods his head and walks you to the boys. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man in a trench coat who's lighting a cigarette. You don't think any of it, as they were many peculiar individuals who were a part of the Justice League.

You assume the boys must have been waiting for you at the exit as you could only see Dick by himself. You turn to Clark and give him a copy of your sonogram.

"Here, a little gift for old times. And don't worry, I have a dozen copies of this little bean." Clark chuckles and receives the picture, giving you a tearful hug and leaving you with your eldest son.

Dick slowly goes up to you, thinking what to say. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. It was never a good time and I know we're all trying to make sense of what's happened-" You take your turn to interrupt him as you close him in a tight hug.

He becomes off guard and starts to hiccup in your shoulder, letting all of his emotions out. You don't say anything yet as your job now was to comfort and support your son. "Let's go ." You said as you both let go, wiping his tears from his face.

He smiles at you and leads you to his brothers, going back to the place you all call home.

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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 21/?

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: Y/N - Your name

Hello! I'm back! Time for drama!

Idk if this is coming out at the right time, I deadass forgot what day it is and ughughughyh

Warnings: Swearing, Discussion of Mental Illness (undiagnosed), Injury Description, Taunting, Attempted Gaslighting, Attempted Manipulation, Kidnapping, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd (I've missed saying that<3)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20) (Part 21)

Jason was stumbling over his words after telling Y/N that days were blurring together. When a decently loud crash was heard from the lower level of the Wayne Manor. Jason perked up, getting up and trying to stop Y/N from following him down the stairs.

Which was too late. When they turned to go down the hallway, they were both whacked off the back of their heads. Knocking the two of them out almost instantly. Y/N took a few seconds to catch up to Jason in being out, catching a glimpse of the fight going on down the hall. She thought it was Stephanie trying her best to fight off her attacker. But soon enough her vision blurred and blacked.

She fumbled herself awake in the room. She couldn't even take away anything from the room, it was just sawing and turning colours in front of her. She didn't notice anything in the room, the lights were blinding, she didn't even know if it was lighting.

"You're awake," she said.

And then it clicked. That was Aria's voice.

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Days before the kidnapping of the Waynes.

Aria sat in her office. Clutching the book her twin gave her for Christmas. It was a journal, with details talking about the schedules of the Waynes. If only Y/N had known that the journal she lovingly gave her sister would end up the way it would.

She had doodles, floor plans, schedules. Everything. She wrote it all down from extensive stalking of the Waynes. She was not going to fail at kidnapping the Waynes. She was going to do it, get the ransom from Bruce, and possibly meet heroes. She was going to fight everyone to death who tried to rescue them.

She knew the morning after a Wayne Gala that the entire family would be off-guard. She knew they owned weapons from the fact of the attacks from September. So she had to catch them fully off-guard to pull off their plan.

She looked at her mask. She knew her sister had seen the mask, the cloak. She was still considering off-handedly that she should revamp it all, make it so her sister couldn't call her out. Maybe add a voice changer? She really didn't know.

If it came down to it, if she had the time, she would do it. If not, she would just hope that her sister didn't recognise anything. Crazy? Yes, she was. The brightest lightbulb in the box? Not a chance.

She went over her plans again, adding them to the massive board she already had of the Waynes. The red lines linking all of them, the paparazzi photos. She didn't realise she was that crazy. She didn't realise that she was that much of a cliche.

She thought this was normal. She thought this obsession was okay. She looked at the photos on the wall and the red lines thinking that this was perfect.

She didn't think her sister would even be bad at her for this. She thought her sister would understand, she would get it. She would forgive her and move on. She would understand her need to get close and with the vigilantes and the heroes. She would understand the need to befriend the villains and crooks.

She would. Aria swore she would.

She heard of the Wayne Gala occurring in a few days. She would prepare her weapons when she found out. Shine her scythe. Polish her guns. Polish her daggers. Clean her cloak. Only touch her mask with gloves on. Hour barely appeared in the sight of the vigilantes. They knew she was planning something.

She hoped that fact would make them come for her further.

"Ma'am?" one of her goblins asked.

"Yes. What do you want."

"Lexcorp is hiring," they shook.

"And? Relevance."

"Alter ego, ma'am."

"Noted."

"Ma'am?"

"Get... out!" she screeched.

"Yes ma'am," they said as they hurriedly closed her door.

Yelling was normal for the army she led. She would yell at them at any moment. For no reason.

She thought this was normal, too. She didn't realise people didn't yell at each other for no reason. She was raised to be yelled at. Y/N and Aria were always yelled at.

Y/N used the yelling to turn herself for the better. She thought of it as good parenting that she wouldn't replicate, ever, but she understood it.

Aria had a god complex. She only felt like she was worth it for 30 minutes of the day. And those 30 minutes were thrown into her work as Hour. She refused to work unless she was feeling her best, but if she was planning on kidnapping the Waynes, she'd have to learn to fake it.

Fake it all, fake nothing, fake everything. She was going to do what she wanted, maybe she'd extend those few and fatal 30 minutes of power into hours, into days. She didn't want to feel like this anymore.

She thought about how she was going to kidnap her own sister, her own flesh and blood, and possibly hurt her.

She pushed those thoughts away.

She refused to acknowledge the pain she was going to cause. She hoped there was none.

Y/N would understand, right?

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Aria groaned, getting up in her childhood room, the one she shared with Y/N. She blinked and tried to cling to her sleep, but to no avail. She was visiting their parents.

She looked over to Y/N's side. Her favourite colour painted the walls she had, all the woods matched. It looked far less messy than Aria's side. She figured it was because she was mentally ill, but not Y/N. But then she thought she wasn't mentally ill, and that Y/N was. Aria couldn't be mentally ill, she was doing the right thing.

The thought still pained her. In a few days, she'd be putting out a ransom for her sister in the news. She'd be threatening her life. She'd be putting her under stress and their parents under stress. If she was caught-

No, she thought. No chance.

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Present-day.

"Aria?" Y/N questioned, basically in disbelief.

"Shut up!" Aria boomed back at her, "You," she said, lifting up Y/N's head with her long claws. "You are my prized possession."

"Prized," she echoed back.

"Don't worry, love," she said. Y/N winced, she knew her sister called her that. She didn't want to think this was her sister. "You will be just fine. If your parents pay up, that is."

"My parents don't-"

"Did I say you could speak?!"

She shut up. Fuck, she thought. Fuck this. Fuck you. I know that's you, Aria. If you can hear me, I hope you rot.

She didn't even know if that was how she felt. Her brain was spinning, like someone put her on a merry-go-round and left her there, to pick up the pieces. She didn't know how to pick up the pieces of her broken heart. She didn't want this to be her sister, her flesh and blood, the person she shared a womb, a room, parents, cousins, aunts, uncles- she didn't want it to be true!

"Maybe you want to know why I'm doing this," Aria asked the air while pulling Y/N's head up again. "Well, love.

"This is what happens when you date a rich man.

"This is what happens when you flip off the press.

"This is what happens when you find yourself wrapped up in the mess known as the Justice League Association, do you know who they are?

"Of course you don't. They're Batman, The Flash, Green Arrow, Superman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Black Canary, Aquaman and more.

"And their proteges, oh my God! Their proteges! You have Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin, Batgirl, Spoiler, Orphan.

"And then Kid Flash and Impulse.

"Arrowette and Speedy.

"Superboy, Supergirl.

"Miss Martian.

"Wondergirl and Artemis.

"Aqualad.

"These people, my dear. These people are my nemeses. And I want them gone!" she maniacally laughed, "Dead! All of them!"

"You're... You're Insane!"

"So be it!" she yelled back, striking Y/N's face with her claws. The blood running down her cheek along with her tears. "If I'm insane, then at least I get paid!"

She laughed and left the room.

And there Y/N was, alone in a room where she couldn't even make out details, with blood running down her face. While she was aware that her attacker may even be her little sister. She was terrified. Petrified. Scared.

She wondered where the Waynes were, maybe they were all together? So that she could use them for ransom, maybe she couldn't use Y/N for ransom, so she was left alone in the room.

She wanted to know if they were all safe. Jason and she had only been dating for 6 months, but she did care- love- every member of the Wayne family so much. And she knew that most of the kids struggled with mental illnesses.

She knew them being alone would be detrimental to their mental health.

She also knew that she had no way, no way, of getting to any of them.

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Sharing Is Caring - Gar Logan x Reader Soulmate AU

Words: 2.3k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hiya I love your writing and it’s cute that you call us angels hehehe! May I request 18 with beast boy in teen titans where a new titan (fem! reader) joins and they finally touch during a battle or something and the sparks go off? based of the AU you did with familiar green!” (18. I think you might be my soulmate)

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I’m so happy you like the AU and I love BB so this is perfect! Also yes - I do call y’all angels because you’re always making me so happy and fulfilled so thank you for the amazing request angel I hope you like it <3 Also I there’s lots of Teen Titans universes so I went with the Titans from right after Justice League vs. Teen Titans before D.A. goes and rips my heart up haha. Let me have me moment.

“Welcome to the Titans y/h/n!” Kori greeted you, reaching out a hand. You clasped it, feeling her energy radiate but you closed yourself off from pulling her powers. “TT she doesn’t look all that powerful” a short, domino mask clad, child teen starred at you. “Shush Damian let her get settled in then she can show off her talents” Nightwing chided Damian who crossed his arms staring at you. “I think a new team member is sick! Welcome y/h/n!” a green colored boy grinned ear to ear. “Uh hi, is there somewhere I can put my stuff?” you trusted Nightwing, Dick as he had recently told you.

Martian Manhunter had found you on an away mission. Some form of test subject you were a confusing mash between human dna and white martian, unable to shift on your own, who ever’s experiment you were had weaponized martian dna turning you into a parasite. You realized this during your training, and learned to control the leeching, even discovering a way to share the powers of others without harming them. Eventually on your next birthday you pretended your powers had disappeared. Seeing as only you could now activate your powers your captor rendered you useless, a weapon with no more bullets. At that he gave you to alien traffickers, who had little use for a human girl. Then, working tirelessly on a planet of some random sector the green martian stormed you, sensing the white martian blood. Fast forward through a terrifying fight and explanation, you had been brought to earth and dropped in the hands of Nightwing. He promised you a team and finally, a family.

“Yeah I’ll take you to your room” Dick smiled, placing a hand on the small of your back - that’s when you realized he was powerless. Human touch was comforting, you didn’t have to suppress the desire to share, or steal human’s abilities, it was refreshing. As the two of you walked through the tower Dick explained about each person on your team while he gave you a tour. You had learned that Raven was quiet but trustworthy, Blue Beetle was uber powerful but kind of a loose cannon - you wondered if you could test your powers on his, next was Robin who was the newest but was cold yet secretly cared, according to Dick at least, then there was Cyborg who came and went, and finally Beast Boy who was apparently the easiest to get along with, even though he was green. It was a lot to take in while also trying to memorize the floor plan of the seemingly never ending tower. Finally you arrived at your room and began setting it up. You didn’t have much as you were new to earth, but you had a few rocks from the planet you were working on and some new furniture and clothing Dick had bought you before you arrived.

Putting the finishing touches on you room you heard a knock at the door. As you approached it slid open to reveal a cheery green boy. “Hi! Nightwing told me to give you your new suit! It’s totally cool look!” he pushed a suit into your hands with a smile as he continued talking. “It’s like my suit! Super stretchy and stuff because of your powers. What exactly are your powers cuz this suit kinda has it all? Fireproof, waterproof, light weight, maneuverable, but it doesn’t have any cool gadgets like Robin’s so that means you have to have powers!” he rambled on while you took in his appearance. He looked confident and kind, like was happy to be in his own skin regardless of the color, he had light freckles that peppered across his nose and he had the prettiest eyes, they were a delicate light brown with golden flecks, they were mesmerizing; and they were staring right at you.

“Uh hello? Earth to hero?” you flushed as Beast Boy had caught you staring. “Oh sorry thanks this is great! Uh do I have to wear it all the time or?” you still hadn’t quite picked up on the way life was around the tower. “No, not unless you want to! Also y/h/n is cool but some of us, me included have real names too! So as you already know Beast Boy, Garfield. Please to meet you!” He stuck out a hand but retracted it when he realized you had moved back into your room to put away your suit. “Oh okay! I’ve always wanted a real name!” you called from halfway inside your closet. Pausing to think of the perfect name that really represented who you wanted to be on earth you decided. “Y/n” you called out to Garfield who still stood in your doorway. “Cool name! Y/n - I like it! Well, I think you have to get settled in but catch you later for training y/n!” he bounded down the hall, lucky for you he was quick enough he didn’t catch the blush dancing across your face everytime he said “y/n”.

Your room looked good as you headed towards the kitchen, excited to try whatever real humans ate. “Y/n! I hope you don’t mind but Gar filled us in on your name and it’s pretty cool!” Blue Beetle waved at you from the kitchen. Sitting down at the kitchen island you peered over to see what he was making. “Hungry? Gar and I are eating grilled cheese. I can make you one?” you nodded, fascinated with the way the bread browned on the pan. As he slid you your plate you saw a green dog running towards the kitchen. Terrified you stood up, ready to take on the creature, hoping Blue Beetle wouldn’t mind sharing a little juice. The dog noticed your alarm as it shifted into Garfield. “Woah y/n sorry, you probably don’t really know all about us yet! Dude thanks for the meal Jaime!” Gar slid into a chair a couple seats over and he began digging in. The grilled cheese was delicious, after giving your compliments to the chef the three of you began talking about your lives. You learned a ton about Jaime and Gar, really happy that they were so welcoming. “So what are your guys powers? Besides turning into a dog and all” you smirked at Gar who stuck his tongue out at you. A familiar voice interrupted you, “actually y/h/n I think it’s better of you come see for yourself! Up for a little training?” you turned to see Dick who stood next to Raven and Robin.

“So to help y/n understand her new team mates lets do a little one on one!” the others looked bored while you couldn’t help but be excited. Jaime and Robin were chosen first. It blew your mind to watch blue colored metal envelop Jaime’s body. Damian was also shockingly talented, you assumed he was powerless like Dick because of the heritage and the fact that his suit had a tool belt as Gar had said. The two danced around the practice area, bantering about the weakness of the other and what not the entire time. Damian soon had Blue Beetle pinned down and even though you knew he could go further, Jaime pulled out of the fight.

Next was Raven and Nightwing because apparently Dick demanded a “rematch” from last time. Raven’s powers were by far the most amazing. Your jaw dropped as black light seemed to lift any object at her will, including Dick. What you didn’t expect was that the powerless defeated their opponent again. It was so exciting. All that was left was you and Beast Boy. Before you could begin you realized you needed to explain your powers to the team. “Okay wait! I’m gonna need some help for my battle” the others look surprised but Dick nodded, encouraging you to explain.

“Okay so basically I’m half human half martian. I know it sounds super scary but technically the experiment with my dna was a failure. I control my own powers even though I really have none. As you probably know martians are shape shifters right? They take the form of creatures along with other mind bending powers. What the scientists did with me was basically taking away the creativity and giving me more control. See, I started with the ability to steal the powers of other creatures, like a parasite. I hated the feeling of snatching the life force of other creatures so I essentially taught myself to share. Because of the martian blood I can set up a link between me and another hero where I mirror their power without draining it, like a sharing is caring kinda thing. I was hoping one of you would let me try it?” You finished sheepishly. Dick and Damian shrugged knowing they couldn’t help and Raven was the first to say no. “Y/n I’d be interested in the future but I don’t think I can trust you right now, the power I possess is difficult and confusing and I don’t want us to get hurt” you agreed, after hearing snippets from Gar and Jaime you completely agreed. “Well I’ll let you!” Starfire grinned and you couldn’t help but get excited to show off.

Taking her hand you established a link, she blinked a couple of times, explaining how it felt like there was an invisible loop between the two of you, but she was completely fine. You could feel her powers radiating heat and energy. After just a few seconds you tested the powers out, throwing blasts of green energy from your hands. “Oh yes you can fly can’t you!” you grinned as you began levitating. The whole team was amazed. “Alright Gar let’s go. But fair warning if I can get a hand on you I might just use some of those shape shifting abilities” you winked.

The two of you began, using Starfire’s abilities you went on offense, soaring after Beast Boy as he shifted between creatures. Throwing bolts of energy at him you managed to land a hit on him when he was a hawk, he tumbled to the ground but shifted into a cat, landing on all fours. This went on for a few minutes until you saw the opportunity to grab his shoulder and pull some of his energy. Soaring down you kicked him down, pinning him beneath you, reaching for his shoulder. When you touched him, sparks like you’d never felt before erupted. You bounded backwards, quite literally shocked. Beast Boy shifted. back to his normal form, rubbing his shoulder with confusion.

“I- that’s never happened before. The electricity was - do you have those powers too?” You couldn’t understand what had happened until Damian walked up to you. “TT - Y/n you’re human are you not?” you nodded. Damian turned to stalk over to Garfield, “and so are you Garfield, even though you are quite green” the rest of the titans let out some form of an “oh my god” or “no way” or “only here” and you stood up, still confused. “I don’t get it. Is he a special human that shocks me? That has never happened before why does it make sense to you?!” you stared at the team as their heads all turned to Beast Boy. He got up, closing the distance between the two of you. “Well you probably didn’t learn this on your planet but here, humans have soulmates and when they touched - ” Gar moved his hand to your cheek and the same sparks danced on your skin, you leaned into the touch, the warmth was perfection, something felt right, you looked up at Gar who continued. “when soulmates touch they feel sparks, that’s how you know it’s them and well, I think you might be my soulmate.” he finished. You looked at the others for confirmation. After a couple nods you looked back at Gar.

“But I’m not all human. Shouldn’t I not have a soulmate? I read about it in magazines since I’ve been here but I wrote it off as a human only kinda deal?” Beast Boy shrugged, “hey I’m not all human either, I thought I’d be missing out as well. Fate works in funny ways I guess” you smiled, you had read that soulmates were perfect for each other in every way, coming to Earth seemed scary but knowing you had a forever friend made it seem a lot better.

“I think we can call it quits on practice” Dick started. “The new soulmates probably have a lot of catching up to do, seeing as they’ll kinda be together forever” Damian groaned, saying something about the disgusting idea of soulmates and how he thought he’d probably never have one, Raven quietly agreed. Jaime told the two of you he’d catch up later as he walked off with Dick and Kori.

Now just the two of you, you reached up to Gar’s face, letting the unfamiliar feeling crackle and pop with electricity. “This is not how I expected my first day to go” you admitted, still trying to wrap your head around the days events. Gar looked at you, his eyes softening, “trust me y/n I did not think today would be like this either. But I did think you were totally cute even before I found out you’re already mine” you laughed, but couldn’t help the butterflies that were now dancing in your stomach. Craving more of the warmth you closed the distance between the two of you, not ready for anything more than a hug just yet, you wrapped your arms around his torso while his tightened around your waist. The books were right, the feeling of your soulmate’s touch was addicting, perfect in every way, you could definitely get used to the idea of feeling this all the time. Pulling away Gar clasped your hand in his and winked at you, “now that you’re my soulmate you can share my powers anytime mamas” you rolled your eyes, but were pretty excited to know what it felt like to take a real cat nap. “I think I might have to take you up on that Greenie” you grinned, resting your head on his shoulder as Gar led you up towards your rooms for some well deserved rest. Finding your soulmate was definitely a great start to your time with the Titans, you couldn’t help but wonder what would be next.

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logancreatesworlds · 5 years

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Wine Glasses & Telepathic Kisses - (J’onn J’onzz x black!reader)

Author’s Note: Hello all! So I made this for @lovelynervouschaos. Thanks for waiting so patiently! Finally, it’s ready. Sorry it’s so late. This should’ve come out before Valentine’s Day. ❤♥❤

Disclaimer: None of the images are mine.

Warnings: Cursing, sexual references and sex.

Aliens are a funny bunch.

No, you weren’t one of them - you were human.

Yet, you could appreciate the fact that other life forms existed.

It was humbling.

In turn, there were some aliens who found you interesting.

You couldn’t understand why.

You were a forensic scientist, hired to join the ranks of the D.E.O. about three months ago.

Even if you originally came from a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, you had never felt more at home, among beings who - like you, often felt out of place.

First, it was the Supergirl, the kryptonian.

“Hi,” Supergirl greeted, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, your eyes wide, “You’re-”

“Supergirl? Yeah that’s me. You must be the new forensic scientist. Come on in. I’ll show you around.”

Then, it was the best agent in the whole compound.

“Excuse me.”

You looked up.

“Hi. Sorry to interrupt. I’m Agent Danvers.”

You had heard about her. She could whip anyone’s ass.

“Oh um...it’s nice to meet you,” you shook her hand, “I’m (Y/N), new in the forensics section.”

“Oh I heard. I just wanted to come by and welcome you. A bunch of us are going out to Big Belly Burger for dinner. You wanna come?”

“Me? Sure.”

Lastly, it was the Martian.

You breathed deeply in order to calm your nerves as you headed to Director Henshaw’s office.

It was your first day on the job, so you hoped not to disappoint your boss so soon.

Nevertheless and despite your fear, you gathered up your courage and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came the deep voice from inside. With one last breath, you opened the door.

A tall black man sat at a large mahogany desk. The look on his face was one of pure business and no play.

He was not to be fucked with.

“Ms. (Y/L/N),” Director Henshaw greeted, standing from his chair and shaking your hand, “A pleasure to finally meet you, I’m Director Hank Henshaw.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Please, sit.”

The rest of the brief meeting went well, with Director Henshaw going over everything you needed to know - including giving you a laundry list of procedures that you would need to start you new position.

But things were different with him. He was different.

You sighed as you lugged your purse and walked down the dark hallway. Despite that fact that you had been working at the DEO for over six months, the forensics department was still quite creepy after hours.

What difference did it make? You were on call in case anything happened...

You soon made it to the break room near your friend Lonnie’s office. Surprisingly, the light was on.

‘What in the hell?’

Quietly you snuck up to the door and peered to see who was inside.

A tall being with green skin and a long blue cape stood at the coffee machine as it drained the caffeinated liquid into a paper cup.

The being was clearly an alien, and he looked to be male.

Still, virtually all of the other DEO members besides Supergirl were human.

‘Should I call the police?’ You thought to yourself.

The being then froze and stood at attention, and you swiftly ducked back into the Lonnie’s office to avoid being caught.

You held your breath and remained as quiet as humanly possible as the alien slowly walked in.

Then, the light was flipped on.

“You can come out Ms. (Y/N), everything is fine.”

Furrowing your brow, you stepped out from behind Lonnie’s lab cabinet to see Director Henshaw there.

“Director Henshaw? What are you doing in this forensics wings so late?”

“Nothing,” he replied, “I was merely getting coffee.

Your confusion increased at he drank the hot liquid from a paper cup.

“Wait a minute - if you have the coffee, then who-?”

Director Henshaw’s body briefly glowed red as if shifted into the alien from before.

“Forgive me for startling you,” he said, his reverberating voice now ten times deeper than before, “The dining hall’s coffee machine is subpar. The one in this wing is much better.”

“No problem,” you said, your eyes wide.

The alien chuckled slightly at your expression, “Yes, Ms. (Y/N). I am an alien, as you can see.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Um...where are you from?”

“Mars.”

A Martian. Wow.

Still, you couldn’t resist putting your foot in your mouth.

“I thought y’all were supposed to be little.”

To your surprise, the Martian started laughing.

“No,” he chuckled, “Many of us Martian males used to be quite tall. I would have been average height.”

“Used to be...?”

His smile faded, “Yes, before the invasion.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry,” you said.

Even if his face was now harsher in nature, his red eyes still softened as he smiled once again.

“It’s fine,” he said, “Even aliens cannot grasp the concept of peace it seems.”

“Well you can’t be any worse than us humans so...”

The Martian laughed again, “Perhaps not.”

“So since you’re really from outer space, I assume your name isn’t really Hank Henshaw.”

He smiled, “You are correct. My name is J’onn J’onzz. It is nice to finally meet for real this time.”

“J’onn J’onzz...hi.”

He laughed, “Well my coffee is cold now and I still have forty-five minutes for break. Would you care to join me?”

“Oh um...sure.”

You fell hard for him after that night, and he fell even harder for you.

Over time the talks in the break room led to longing looks across the room during briefings, which then led to discreet kisses in the hall, and then to clandestine meetings in the forsensic storage room during business hours.

Now, the eve of Saint Valentine’s martyrdom had come upon you, and finally the two of you had the day to yourselves.

The wind whipped through your afro puff as J’onn drove you down a long but peaceful road in his 1952 Chevrolet Deluxe convertible.

The trees ocassionally blotted out the sun but it was still bright. Your eyes drifted past each of them, their green leaves and earthy limbs blending together into one natural mass as the speed of J’onn’s car turned the curb.

You loved it when J’onn would take you to his place via the country route. Sure, National City was nice and you wouldn’t sacrifice it for anything, but it was serene being out alone with the love of your life - even if he wasn’t human.

Still, a part of you felt...unsatisfied. Your relationship was romantic, but never overly physical.

Most of your secret meetings between you and J’onn in the storage rooms ended up being interrupted when he had to return to work, but even then there was something missing.

He never held you down and tortured you until you were crying for him. He never threw you against the bed and tied you up before taking you in the vilest and most indecent way possible. He never took it to the next level like you wanted him to.

It was - quite literally, anticlimactic.

Still, you loved him and that meant that you had to wait.

Dammit.

“Darling,” J’onn’s deep voice asked, interrupting your train of thought as he covered your hand with his, “Is everything alright?”

You nodded, “Mhmm. Yeah. M’fine.”

J’onn knew you were lying, “(Y/N)...what’s wrong?”

Again, you lied, “Nothing. I’m okay, really.”

A fleck of concern shot off in J’onn’s chest, but he thought it best to leave it alone and let you come to him.

“Let’s play some music,” you said, turning up the radio.

A familiar tune played.

No, not the most subtle song to play on February 14th, but it was your favorite.

J’onn’s eyes picqued with interest, “You like that song?”

“Um...yeah. It has a nice rhythm,” you lied, giving a quick smile before looking away.

J’onn listened to the lyrics.

I need a rider To go down and slide up I hope you can handle a shift stick, babe 'Cause you gotta drive it (Ooh) Girl, don't try to fight it When I'm all up inside it (All up in it) You shiftin' the gears on my stick shift, babe You got me excited (Oh, oh)

It was then that everything came together.

The way your legs squeezed together, how tightly you were holding his hand, the manner in which you bit your lip...

I bet you ride so good, yeah Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out I bet you ride so good Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out

My naughty little girl is aroused, he thought, resisting the urge to laugh.

A familiar scent hit his nose when you crossed your legs, and a dark smirk crossed his lips.

Don’t worry my love, he thought, We shall have plenty of time to play tonight.

“This is delicious,” J’onn commented, chewing a piece of pasta.

“Thanks,” you replied politely, sipping your wine.

You had agreed to make dinner, which consisted of spaghetti, vegetables, wine and rose petals to decorate the table.

J’onn was a simple man. He liked it.

“I have something for you,” J’onn said.

“Oh?”

“Yes. We have been together for about three months so...I wanted to get you something.”

J’onn uses his powers to float a small giftwrapped box across the table, which you plucked from the air.

Opening it, you gasped.

“The bracelet from Vanika’s,” you said, lifting the shiny silver object out of the case and holding it up to the light.

“I noticed you eyeing it in the store a couple of weeks ago,” he said, “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you answered, “It’s beautiful.”

J’onn’s smile faded, “But it’s not what you want.”

“What?”

“The bracelet,” he said, “It’s not what you wanted.”

“What are you talking about?”

“(Y/N), I know that something is bothering you. I noticed earlier during our ride home, but I left it alone hoping you would come to me. You want something, and I can see it. Tell me what you want.”

You sighed, “I can’t...”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing,” you answered.

“There is nothing you can tell me that should make you embarrassed,” J’onn replied seriously, “We are in a relationship - one where you are to tell me everything, you understand?”

You nodded.

“Good. Now,” J’onn said, getting out of his chair and coming to lean over you, “Tell me what you want.”

“I...I have these thoughts...about us.”

“Elaborate,” J’onn said patiently.

“They involve...us - having sex.”

A moment of silence passed and you waited for J’onn to be disgusted at your eagerness to get him between your legs.

“What kind of sex?”

“The dirty kind.”

“How dirty?”

“Very dirty.”

“Give me details.”

“I want...I want you to be rough...to pull me to the bedroom and...spank me,” you said contritely, “I want you to tie me to the bed and ruin me in the nastiest ways possible-”

J’onn turned away from you, walking a few paces and breathing to calm his nerves.

Oh no, you had upset him.

“J’onn...?”

Another moment of of silence.

“Take off your clothes.”

You furrowed your brow, “What?”

“I said,” J’onn growled, turning to you with glowing red eyes, “Take off your damn clothes.”

You swiftly got up from your seat and disrobed until you were naked.

“Good girl,” J’onn said, “Now, go to the bedroom and wait for me.”

“But-”

“This is not up for debate,” J’onn growled, “Now be a good girl, and do as I say. Go and wait for me.”

You nodded and practically ran to the bedroom.

A few minutes later, J’onn walked into the room with his true visage, wearing nothing over his green skin. In his hand were several ropes made into lassos.

“So you wish to be fucked, huh? Nice and rough? Very well, my dear. I think I can make that happen.”

“J’onn, what are you-”

“Silence,” the alien commanded, “For the rest of this night, you belong to me. Now, turn around, get on all fours and spread your legs and arms.”

You obeyed and bit your lip, and your boyfriend quickly tied your wrists and ankles down.

“So,” J’onn said, “Since this is what you wanted, I am going to ask you several questions. You will answer them honestly.”

“Or what?”

“Or you will face the punishment.”

You silenced yourself as J’onn started his line of questioning.

“Tell me, my love,” he spoke, “How long have you wanted this?”

“Since January.”

“Good. You answered honestly.”

You gasped when you felt his index intrude inside of you.

“Whoops,” J’onn said, “My hand must have slipped.”

You bit your lip as he inspected you, curling his finger up and finding your favorite spot with almost surgical precision.

A familiar wet sound became louder and louder as J’onn made you cum, the gasps and moans escaping your throat arousing him more and more.

Once he had finished you, he briefly stepped back to look at his handy work.

“My,” the Martian breathed, sucking on his fingers, “You are truly beautiful.”

“And still horny,” you answered, breathing heavily, “I can take much more.”

“Oh my love, we’ve barely gotten started.”

J’onn pulled your folds apart, “Look. She’s practically crying for me already.”

Your lip was damn near bleeding now...

“Oh well. We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”

A second passed, and then -

SCHLUKK!

You let out a surprised squeal and whipped your head around to see J’onn sampling your juices on his tongue.

“You wanna taste too?”

“Yes,” the Martian answered patiently, “And I will have my fill. And I do not recall giving you permission to turn around. Eyes forward, my love.”

“Yes,” you said, turning back around.

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Good. Now you remember what I said earlier, I intend to have you for the rest of the night. Do you consent to that?”

“Yes daddy.”

“And if you are uncomfortable in any way, you are to use our safe word: Oreo. Understand?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Excellent. Now you do understand that I love you, yes?”

“Yes daddy.”

You gasped when J’onn pulled you back by your hair, and the two words he whispered in your left ear shot straight down to you lower regions.

“Good girl.”

J’onn then got back into his previous position and got to work.

His hands, his tongue...he played you like a fiddle and you loved it.

Soon, your face was sinking deep into your bed, your pillow capturing your moans along with the thin layer of sweat that J’onn’s caresses and flicks had coaxed from you.

“Done already (Y/N)? I’m disappointed.”

You lurched forward when his hands pulled you back against his pelvis, and your eyes widened when you felt something long and slimy grow between your folds.

“Is that -?”

“Mhmm. Still wish to continue?”

You nodded, breathing as deeply as possible.

“I need words, darling,” J’onn said, planting kisses up your spine.

“For the love of God - YES.”

“Much better!” J’onn shouted joyously.

I need a rider To go down and slide up I hope you can handle a shift stick, babe 'Cause you gotta drive it (Ooh)

He thrusted inside of you...

Girl, don't try to fight it When I'm all up inside it (All up in it) You shiftin' the gears on my stick shift, babe You got me excited (Oh, oh)

He rode you like a horse...

Soon you were out of your binds and bobbing on top of him, the two of you having no care for how loud you were.

Boy you got me workin', overtime Soakin' wet, I'm a Slip N' Slide You say you want some breakfast, let me open wide Eat it up, tickle up my spine Run back, side to side, stick shift, overdrive Boy, you tryna give that pussy new interior design Bangin', bangin', wake up in it, I'ma put my back into it No Netflix, we makin' movies, I'ma let you watch me do it

He took you missionary style with his hand around your neck...

In front of the mirror...

I bet you ride so good, yeah Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out I bet you ride so good, yeah, yeah Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out Oh, let me bang it, oh, let me bang it out

Against the wall...

I get those goosebumps every time You hit it from behind, the way we bump and grind You love the way I grind on that dick, grind on that dick Yeah, climb on that dick, glide on that dick Big titties in the front seat, ass in the back Throw it like a pitcher, baby, hit it with your bat (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I be on that freak shit (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Bust it for no reason

In the shower...

Even on the ceiling...

I bet you ride, yeah

“That was...wow,” you mumbled, settling your head into J’onn’s neck.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” he replied, rubbing the goosebumps in your back as the two of you laid over sheets that needed to be washed after so many rounds of fucking.

“I didn’t know the Martian Manhunter was such a skilled lover.”

“Neither did I. Apparently I am - what you humans call, a dominant.”

“And I am a submissive.”

“My submissive,” J’onn confirmed, kissing your forehead.

“We have to get up for work in the morning,” you groaned.

“Then let us just enjoy this night,” he replied, “And dream of the others to come.”

“Hey guys,” you greeted, rushing into DEO headquarters, “Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s fine,” Supergirl replied, “And is that the bracelet from Vanika’s new Valentine’s Day line?”

“Yup,” you bragged, showing her the sparkly adornment on your wrist.

“It’s gorgeous! Where’d you get it?”

“My man brought it for me.”

“Aww that’s so sweet.”

“I know! We had the most wonderful time. I don’t wanna get into specifics, but let’s just say - he wore me out.”

“Ladies,” Director Henshaw greeted, coming up to you both.

“Director,” you replied politely.

“Good morning. Did you both do anything special for Valentine’s Day?”

“(Y/N) went out with her boyfriend and I stayed in and watched soap operas,” Supergirl answered.

“Glamourous,” Henshaw commented, sipping his coffee.

“And you, what did you do?” You asked, with a shit-eating grin on your face.

“Or better yet...who did you do?”

J’onn narrowed his eyes playfully, reading your thoughts as you expected him to, “I spent time with a lady friend of mine.”

“Ooooooh did she enjoy her time?” Supergirl asked, her blue eyes sparkling with interest.

“Yes,” J’onn replied, “So much so that she could barely speak.”

“Aww that’s great. Well I have to go train with Alex. I’ll see you two later!”

Soon, Supergirl was gone and you walked to your office with a smirk on your face and your nose in the air.

“Your ass is mine later,” J’onn spoke in your head.

You grinned, “Can’t wait, daddy.”

Author’s Note: And that is all everyone! Hope y’all like it, and please comment. All opinions are welcome!

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Misunderstandings - J'onn J'onzz x Reader

Word Count: 1,385

Summary: Working on the tower or in any vicinity of a hero was never a safe job – and while staff often got to avoid the worst of it, they were not always spared from injury. You had been lucky up until this point, managing to avoid the fray until one bad choice to switch a shift and help a coworker out. You got off lucky though, despite being one of the last to evacuate the room, you would heal just fine. At least that was what Martian Manhunter told you. But the coming days found him at your side more often than not despite being cleared, and you were unaware of the circulating theories surrounding the two of you.

Notes: Requested by @bellagomez-barriga (Tumblr). I really don’t know enough about the show you originally requested it from, honestly, but I tried to give you something close. I hope you guys enjoy!

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It had to be today. Of course it did.

This was what you got for willingly switching shifts with your coworker, not that you would have wished them into your situation instead – you wouldn’t. But it didn’t make the panic that set in along with the blare of the warning alarms any duller in your mind.

You weren’t even sure what the threat was. If there had been an announcement over the comm systems then you had certainly missed it. But given the way the speakers seemed to crackle with white noise, it was more likely that communications had just been jammed instead.

There was no real time to think as the sirens seemed to blare louder in the hallways, workers making a break for whichever designated safe zone was nearest to them.

A few remained at their posts stubbornly, either the more seasoned workers or those newer who just didn’t seem to fear whatever unknown was headed for the tower and everyone inside.

It wasn’t like you had much time to think on the matter, or even double back to your own station in some last-ditch heroics – though your survival instincts screamed at you to keep moving. Because a moment later, as you made it to the threshold of the door, the entire tower shook and groaned under the impact of something against the exterior walls. The force shook you off your feet and sent you colliding with the harsh metal of the door frame, effectively knocking the air out of you.

For a moment you couldn’t tell if it was the shaking of the walls or the force of your impact that had the room spinning. All you could remember was trying to get to your feet, every nerve still screaming that you needed to get somewhere safe, before blurry vision gave way to pitch black.

When you finally came to, the attack was over. You tried moving but the blinding lights of the med bay only made you wince, raising one arm to cover your eyes to try and relieve the pounding in your head.

“It’s good to see you awake.”

The voice was familiar, but it took a moment longer for you to place it before you hesitantly pulled your arm away and looked to your left.

Thankfully he seemed to block out the worst of the lights, and while you still had to squint, it only took a moment before your eyes finally adjusted. Before you stood The Martian Manhunter, seeming to check over your vitals rather than look directly at you.

“Do I want to know what happened?”

“When the Watchtower was attacked you were thrown off balance and suffered a blow to the head, it knocked you unconscious. Some of the other staff saw and were able to get you to a safe zone until the worst of it passed, and then brought you here to the medical bay.” Finally, he turned to look at you, content with what he saw on the screens. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I just got my head slammed into a wall,” you gripped, choosing to go back to closing your eyes as the headache steadily got stronger.

“Did you sustain any other injuries?”

“Only this headache and maybe my pride – depends on who saw me.” You risked a glance over to the Martian and noticed the uptick of his mouth for only a moment before his prior expression returned.

“That I cannot answer. You were already here when I arrived. But I may be able to find something to aid with your headache.”

“It would be appreciated.” You try to sound as sincere as you can with the pounding in your head, honestly grateful for the chance to ease the pain. “Thank you.”

“Of course, I'll see what I can do.”

At some point after he walks away you must fall asleep, because the next thing you know you’re waking up again to a nurse standing over you, offering medicine and a glass of water.

Thankfully you got off easy, especially compared to some of the others who had been working that day, and in only a few hours they let you out of med bay on the condition you return the next day for a follow up. Just a precaution, they tell you, and you agree, eager to get back on your feet. Especially since your shift ended almost three hours prior and the thought of getting to sleep in your own bed was sirens call.

Good things can never last forever though, and sooner than you would have liked you had been awakened by your alarm and set off to assist with the clean up around the tower. Besides, you were still due to check back with medical about your injury the day before. And that was non-negotiable, you had seen them track down people through the halls for less.

You shivered at the thought as you stepped into the hallway.

“Are you okay?”

The question shocked you and you whipped around, finding no one at first before glancing up, spotting the resident Martian halfway phased through the wall.

You blinked once or twice in surprise before nodding. “Feeling better, but I still have to do a follow up with medical today.”

“You were shivering a moment ago.”

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winters-doll · 3 years

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The Generals' Princess

Daddy!Jon Jonzz x Little! Black Reader

Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry for being inactive! Give me more ideas in the future. Happy halloween if you celebrate🎃 🧡🖤🧡

Disclaimer: None of these pics are mine

Warnings: Ddlg, eventually daddy! Jon Jonzz x Little reader. FEMALE MASTURBATION Graphic smut in the future 💜💜💜

Chapter 5- Nerves

Closing the door behind him, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Turning towards the bed, I run and jump on top of the covers squealing. Did that just happen?! I thought. My biggest crush knows I’m a little. Snuggling on top of the burgundy blankets, I groan. “The general knows I'm a little?!” I ask hysterically to no one. He didn’t seem bothered by it. I pout. But I know this changes things. What if he acts more stern or gives me more tasks to complete? I wonder. But then I remember the gentle warm hands on my back. The gentle look in his brown-burgundy eyes. How he held me gently. Huffing a sigh I roll on the king size bed. I can’t help but wonder if he knows I have a crush on him. The longing stares I send his way with his back turned. His damp pants leg, when he was correcting me… spanking me. I slowly pull on the plump creme pillows under my waist. His deep voice rumbling in control when sending orders. I feel my hips start to grind on the plump pillow. His deep brown eyes watching me from afar… making me feel safe. I slowly thrust my crotch against the pillow, the soft fabric now wet rubbing against my clit just right. Sighing in relief, my mind filled with lustful thoughts of the general. This is so wrong… I can’t do this in his bedroom. Mr. Cal would be so upset if he knew. His large warm hands covered my entire ass.

Quickly, I sprang from the bed and took off my drenched panties. Crawling back on to the soft pillow, I feel my hips grind harder into the damp fabric. Even though he doesn’t show much emotion. He’s so kind and gentle. I think back on when he carried me to the dorm room from the communal showers. His expansive shoulders swayed left and right. He’s so strong… only if he could hold me more. I pant breathlessly and grind my hips faster. If he could hold my hand and pat my bum when I cry. “A-ah f-fuck.” My swollen clit grinds against the soft pillow harshly. It feels so good~ I thought mindlessly. I could remember the warm gentle caresses on my back. I-I wish… Suddenly my orgasm springs to life unexpectedly. I moaned desperately. Panting breathlessly, I feel my heavy eyelids start to close. I fall into a restless sleep with the simple thought in my mind that could change everything.

I wish he was my daddy….

Groaning, I tentatively get out of bed and stretch my sore and tired muscles. I walk towards the clear wide window bed and stare out into the warm sunrise. Beautiful… I thought. I appreciate the warm orange-pink canvas and a streak or red crosses my peripheral vision. The alarm clock reads 6:18 am. 6:18… 6:18!! I'M SO LATE!!! I quickly run to the bathroom and fling my bonnet across the sink. Turning on the shower, I quickly step into the slippery surface and wash myself with dove men soap. It smells like Mr. Cal. I thought, dreamily. Quickly finishing I dry myself only to find. “I DON'T HAVE ANY PANTIES?!” I yell,hysterically to myself. I remember I came here in my pink leggings. But I left them in Mr. Cal’s office. “What should I do?” I mumble. Suddenly a knock on the door captures my attention. “Yes?” I squeak ,eyes wide. “You’re late Ms. Brown.” Mr. Swanwick's deep voice can be heard from the other side of the door. “G-good morning Mr. Cal.” I quickly wrap the fluffy black dry towel around me. “I’ve noticed you haven’t obtained your uniform. So I went to your dorm to retrieve it.” Walking towards the bathroom door I open it and place my damp hand outside the door. Large warm hands caress mine and place my uniform in my grasp. “Thank you Mr. Cal!” I stammered and quickly closed the door and started to get dressed. Taking off my bonnet and putting my passion twist in a bun I quickly turn and yank the door open. Only to bump into a hard and muscular chest. His chest rumbles a quiet rich purr. “I suppose you slept well.” His dark brown orbs read mine. Looking somewhat dazed, I feel my heart start to speed up and nod tentatively. I CAN'T BELIEVE I CAME ON HIS PILLOW!! IN HIS BED NONETHELESS. I thought. Overwhelming guilt washes over me. Stepping back away from him, I trip over his foot, losing my footing

Large hands find my waist to steady my harsh movements. “Careful ,Chloe.” The large brooding man rumbles. “You’re already late, we don’t need you to injure yourself.” He says gently. Looking up into his eyes I’m quickly reminded of the harsh hand I felt with the general spanking me. I can’t look him in the eye after that. Not when I did something so wrong. I thought. Avoiding eye contact, I quickly put on my fatigue jacket and rushed towards the off white bedroom door. I need to get away from him as quickly as possible. I thought. It’s already humiliating enough. “See you on the field Mr. Cal!” Speed walking down towards the bedroom door. My pink clad socks thud lightly against the floor as I exit his master bedroom. Quickly entering his office I’m met with the alarm clock on his brown desk. The glowing red lights read 6:45 am. Running out of the dark and cozy office, I speed walk in the pentagon corridors. “Where’s the elevator?” I mumbled. Before I’m more late and breakfast is over in the mess hall. Walking down south of the corridor, my socks pad against the bright marble tiles. A door closed shut firmly grabs my attention. “Good Morning General Swanwick.”

I heard the military/ civilian employees acknowledge the General in the bright corridor. Hearing his combat boots thud against the polish surface in my direction. Alarmed, I quickly bolted left of the large state building. Maybe if I hide in the bathroom or another room. He’ll lose me. There’s way too many people in this building. I thought. Speed walking quickly I pant and desperately look for a laboratory of some sort. Counting the rooms on the 5th floor, I see a woman leave a room drying her hands. Perfect! I thought triumphantly. Tears sprang in the corner of my eyes. Freedom so close, I quickly make my way to the bathroom. Entering the spotless bathroom I make a break for the last stall. Locking the gray and lavender steel door. I squeeze my body into the corner and wait. He can’t come in here. Communal showers are for everyone but this is a ladies bathroom! I thought, Suddenly the door opens. Startled, I scoot closer to the corner hoping to suck me whole. The person walks into the polished grey bathroom and goes into the third stall. My heart rate skyrocketed. He can’t come in here! I thought. I know that he’s the general and all but wouldn’t this draw the line. Why am I hiding from him? I thought. Why am I so afraid? Feeling tears sprang into my eyes. What am I afraid of? This rejection. My feet tentatively pads against the marble floor in a pace. Leaving the stall I walk into the reflective surface. What do I have to lose?

Everything.

Inhaling deeply through my nose. I steal my nerves and leave the polished restroom. Not knowing what’s waiting for me.

#daddy!dom martian manhunter x black reader #black lives matter #uncle bruce wayne #uncle clark kent #justice league #martian manhunter #martian manhunter x black reader #martian manhunter x reader #happy halloweeeeeeen #snyderverse

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wazafam · 3 years

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Warning: this article contains spoilers for Future State: Suicide Squad #1

Considering what readers have gotten from DC Comics’ Future State so far, it isn’t at all surprising that even the Suicide Squad should get a dark reimagining too. The superhero business has never been so twisted as it is in DC’s latest alternate future offering. With so many heroes dead or presumed dead, gone off-world, depowered, or simply locked up, there’s an awful lot of superheroing to do and not enough heroes to get it all done. The setting is perfect for Amanda Waller’s new team of coerced super-powered assets, which she has ironically named the Justice Squad. In the past, the Suicide Squad, officially known as Task Force X, has been a cadre of incarcerated super-criminals dragooned into risking their lives on clandestine missions to hopefully shave some time off their sentences. Now the team has taken on a different tack: impersonating the world’s greatest heroes.

What’s more interesting, however, are the uncanny parallels between the newest incarnation of the team and one of Marvel Comics’ past forays into sinister heroism: the Dark Avengers. The series began its original print run in 2009 and was created by famed writer Brian Michael Bendis and artist Mike Deodato. For a bit of context, a power vacuum was created after the events of the Secret Invasion crossover event, which lead to none other than longtime Spider-Man arch-nemesis Norman Osborn taking over the premier team of Earth’s Mightiest heroes.

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In writer Robbie Thompson and artist Javier Fernandez’ Future State: Suicide Squad #1, as fascist regimes and ideologies are creeping into every corner of the comic book world, readers are introduced to a twisted vision of the Justice League. William Cobb, aka Talon, the Court of Owls’ super-assassin, has donned the cap and cowl of the Dark Knight with sadistic delight. Golden Age Wonder Woman foe the Hypnotic Woman makes a surprising return dissembling the likeness of Diana of Themyscira herself. Another obscure villain, this one from Aquaman’s rogues’ gallery, a man known as the Fisherman has been taken over a mind-controlling alien entity and recruited him into the squad. The former Teen Titan speedster known as Bolt now wears the Flash’s lightning bolt, though she isn’t squeamish about amputating limbs. None other than the malleable Clayface has assumed the identity of Martian Manhunter. And finally there’s Superman. Luckily for Waller, she has an almost perfect candidate for the job: Connor Kent, who is not only a clone of the Man of Steel, but of Lex Luthor too.

On the other side, Osborn’s Avengers assembled an equally unstable bunch of evildoers looking for an opportunity to rejoin the world, either from exile or from inside a super-max prison: the Kree-empowered Moonstone became Ms. Marvel; longtime Daredevil enemy Bullseye put on the purple fighting suit of Hawkeye; Venom morphed into a black-suited Spider-Man; Ares replaced Thor as the team’s resident god; and Daken Akihiro filled in for his father as Wolverine. Osborn himself stepped into the shoes of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers when he became the Iron Patriot. The only missing element that would’ve made the comparison complete is if Lex Luthor—DC’s Norman Osborn—was in charge of the team. Alas, the reigns of the so-called Justice Squad remain in the iron grip of Amanda Waller.

Though the setup and context of both teams are eerily similar, the storylines certainly won’t be. By the end of the first issue, Future State’s Suicide Squad series promises fans a wild ride and an impending battle against a team of villains who aren’t hiding behind false identities.

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Masterlist

NCT

BTS

MONSTA X

TXT ( no smut for them for they are all babies )

SF9

BLACKPINK

STRAY KIDS

• Harry Potter

• Ronald Weasley

• Hermione granger

• Draco Malfoy

• Young! Sirius black

• Young! Severus snape

• Young! James Potter

• Young! Remus lupin

• Young! Lucius malfoy

Gar Logan ( titans )

Jason Todd ( titans )

- another nsfw alphabet w/ Jason Todd

- nsfw alphabet w/ Jason todd

Dick Grayson ( titans )

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle

Clark Kent

Tim drake

Wally west ( young justice )

Connor Kent ( young justice )

Martian manhunter

Miss Martian

Joker

Batfam

- the family ( Batfam x fem number reader, umbrella academy )

Captain marvel

Natasha romanoff

Peitro maximoff

Wanda maximoff

T’challa

Peter Parker

Tony stark

Clint Barton

Steve Rodgers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Venom

Eddie Brock

Okeye

Wolverine

Charles Xavier

Magneto

Brad Davis (yes I write for him)

Runnan

Rayla

Callum

Aaravos

Claudia

Soren

Bnha

Children of whales

Attack on titan

My bride is a mermaid

Rosario + a vampire

Naruto

Ouran high school host club

Blue exorcist

Avatar the last airbender

Seven deadly sins

Umbrella academy

- the family (Batfam x fem number reader crossover )

Supernatural

Teen wolf

Twilight

Stranger things

Voltron

My babysitters a vampire

Detective pikachu

Nsfw alphabet

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Death at the Dawn of Time!

CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS #10 JANUARY 1986 BY MARV WOLFMAN, GEORGE PEREZ, JERRY ORDWAY, ANTHONY TOLLIN, ROBERT GREENBERGER, LEN WEIN AND TOM MCCRAW (RECOLORED VERSION)

SYNOPSIS (FROM DC DATABASE)

After destroying Brainiac's shell, Psimon turns his attention towards Lex Luthor. He plans on taking over the united villains after killing Luthor. What Psimon doesn't realize however is that Brainiac's consciousness is downloaded into the circuitry of his ship. He forges a new body for himself and blasts the top off of Psimon's crown with a beam of energy.

On Earth-One at the dawn of mankind, Anthro continues to see wild streaks of red lightning flashing across the sky. He ponders whether he should tell the rest of the tribe, but fears that they may find him crazy.

On Earth-Four, Chemo stands next to the ruins of the Statue of Liberty. All about him, the waters surrounding Manhattan island are bubbling with deadly poisonous fumes. Negative Woman flies about him, ensnaring the gigantic villain with bands of shadow energy. The bands constrict until they eventually succeed in destroying Chemo's artificial shell. In Manhattan, Black Adam fights up against Robotman and Dove. Kole of the New Teen Titans flies up behind him and turns his body into solid crystal. Robotman is prepared to shatter him, but Dove holds him back. Meanwhile, Cyborg and Celsius tackle Quakemaster.

Meanwhile, Aqualad races back to Atlantis carrying Aquagirl's body. He hands her over to the city's medical specialists, but there is nothing they can do. Aquagirl is dead.

In the frozen wastelands of Earth-S, Doctor Sivana, Doctor Cyber, Per Degaton, Houngan, Phobia, Despero, Deathbolt, Hector Hammond and Professor T.O. Morrow keep watch over the captured members of the Marvel Family. While Sivana is in the midst of gloating, the Martian Manhunter burrows through the ice and attacks them. He blasts at Deathbolt with his Martian vision. The Atom and Platinum of the Metal Men arrive to give him back-up. Phobia tries to use her powers on Platinum, but they fail, enabling the Atom enough time to loose the gag around Billy Batson's mouth. Billy shouts the magic word, "Shazam" and transforms into Captain Marvel.

On Earth-X , Batman and the original Atom fight up against Calendar Man while the Outsiders and Infinity, Inc. take on the Dummy. Hawkwoman and Tin fight Lightning Lord, and Firestorm and Vixen fight up against Captain Cold and Icicle. Green Arrow of Earth-Two assists Changeling and Mento in combating the Shaggy Man. Green Arrow defeats the Shaggy Man with an explosive-tipped arrow.

Suddenly, the Spectre makes his presence known across the five partially merged Earths. He warns all of the heroes that the Anti-Monitor is still alive and that he has retreated into the past to change the course of history at the dawn of time itself.

The heroes migrate to Earth-One to coordinate their efforts. They form their teams and develop a strategy using the time-traveling capabilities of the Time Masters, the Legion of Super-Heroes and the Lord of Time. Flash (Jay Garrick) and Kid Flash are outfitted with converter technology to help bridge the gap. With the aid of Magno Lad, Cosmic Boy and Gold, the team creates a large magnetic conductor, which shunts the assemblage backwards in time.

Meanwhile, Lex Luthor and his allies travel backwards in time ten billion years to the planet Oa. They arrive on the fateful day when the scientist Krona is destined to witness the hand of creation and inadvertently create the Multiverse. They burst into his laboratory, but Krona is ready for them. He kills Icicle, Mirror Master and Maaldor.

At the dawn of time, the heroes face the Anti-Monitor. They channel all of their energy into him, but this only serves to make the Anti-Monitor more powerful. He requires their energy so that when Krona opens the doorway between the positive matter universe and the antimatter universe, the Anti-Monitor will then be able to obliterate the positive matter universe entirely.

The Spectre appears before the Anti-Monitor, channeling all of the mystical energy of Earth's most powerful sorcerers. He attacks the Anti-Monitor directly and their fight unleashes an explosion of energy, which appears to consume all reality.

NOTORIOUS DEATHS IN THIS ISSUE

The Multiverse

Earth-1

Earth-2

Earth-4

Earth-S

Earth-X

Earth-Prime

Mirror Master

Icicle

Maaldor

Aquagirl (Tula, confirmed dead)

REVIEW

This is it, ladies and gentlemen or whatever fits you best... the end of the multiverse!

Not a hoax, not an imaginary story, THE END.

Unfortunately, it is the end of Earth-1 as well, so out heroes will need to run against the clock to stay in existence.

One small detail that I have been thinking since Superboy Prime was introduced, is about why Earth-Prime is never mentioned when they say only five earths survived. Well, my guess is they forgot about it (as it was technically, not a real earth). But the problem was that they actually needed a Superboy (every DC character needs to be in this story, and Superboy became Superman). The solution was to introduce a new Superboy, this time from the readers’ earth.

I can understand the reasons not to include that Earth in the crisis. If that earth dies... who is reading the story?

This issue had more deaths than usual, and the stakes are very high, and our heroes are totally screwed from the get-go.

Even if they succeeded in preventing the incident in Oa, the multiverse would have never be born, so the battle was always going to be half a victory at best.

Wally West is finally becoming a sacrificing hero as well. The stakes are very high for him. He knows he will die if he runs fast, but how can he refuse saving existence?

Perez pencils in the “tapes of the Monitor” are very hard to print, so that is another reason to buy the hardcover (personally I like the 1998 version, but I recently bought the one that came a few years ago that includes the History of the DCU, it’s good, but the slipcase from 1998 includes a poster).

Perez already tried this on New Teen Titans (Terror of Trigon) but there the coloring was also present. But it is hard to guess if it was harder to print with color separation.

To be continued

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