#superbabe

[vforvalensa]

90s indie ttrpgs whip ass

#this is from a book called Superbabes: The Femforce Role Playing Game #ttrpgs #ttrpg

[cultfaction]

Preview: Superbabes starring FemForce #17

When She-Cat masquerades as Tara in responding to an invitation from a megalomaniacal, high-profile philanthropist, she quickly finds herself in the fight of her life. What chance does she have to survive a gauntlet of hazards designed to challenge a 30-foot woman? An offbeat FF tale in full-color! As an unusual attack on Nightveil comes from a surprising direction and Tara tries to deal with a…

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#Femforce #Superbabes #Superbabes starring FemForce

[maginxlia]

NOT HAVING THE LAPTOP ON STANDBY

I BEEN WRITING THIS ONE FIC👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 AND STUDYING FOR IT TOO WHEN YOU GRACED MY INBOX WITH YOUR PRESENCE 💖 SO WORTH IT CAUSE I NEED PLUG!DRAKEN IN MY LIFE ASAP I WANNA GET STUPID HIGH AND FUCKED DOWN

#Nori a superbabe #minors no looky #my babes (moots)

[geraskier]

on the good news front, my grlofswords "all you need is boypussy" shirt should get here before i leave for the jack harlow music festival.

#so i'll be wearing that and my red collar and maybe my cherry print shorts one of the days. #probably my superbabe crop top the other day. not sure what shorts for that outfit #newt needs a text post tag

[top-of-nines]

Xtina superbabe

#my post #y2k model #y2k teen

[secondgenerationnerd]

Mar'i and Jon smut fic! Maybe on an anniversary or something

Oooooo

——————

The first time Omega came to Tamaran, Mar’i had shown them the gardens. Specifically a closed off courtyard only a few people knew about. She’d told them about playing here, doing cartwheels and hiding for hours from her tutors. Her mother reading to her or chasing her around the flowers. Meals with Galfore, her pseudo-grandfather, watching the stars.

Back for their second wedding and coronation, Jon had been watching his wife, in all her 19 years of grace and wisdom, close up as the big days approach. Remembering the secret garden, he asked Galfore and Dick for their help.

Now, the night before their second wedding, Jon put his plan into motion. Basket full of her favorite foods? Check. Soft blanket and a small mountain of pillows? Check. Laid out her favorite Earth date outfit, complete with a handwritten note on when to meet him? Double check. Greeting her with her favorite flowers, still planted in a simple pot? Check.

The moment he showed her the courtyard, with lights he’d hung up and music drifting over the flowers, she started floating. Her joy warmed him to the bone and made the coordination of everything worth it. Now, after eating and talking, Jon lays against the pillows. Mar’i curls against his side, tracing patterns on his shirt, his fingers moving up and down her arm.

“You’re too good to me, Jonny.”

“No, Star. You’re too good to everyone.” He catches her hand, bringing it to his lips. Her wedding band catching in the moonlight, “You do so much for people and never expect anything back.”

“So you don’t expect anything for doing this?” She teases. “Nothing at all?”

“Nope.” He answers honestly. “I did this because I love you. Because I’ve seen how hard your working. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t make it better.”

“And this is why I love you.” Smiling, Mar’i moves to straddle him. Her skirts moving like water against her skin as she settles. His hands trail up her hips as hers rest on his shoulders. He’d taken the faux glasses off earlier, so his too blue eyes gaze up at her in wonder. She kisses the tip of his nose, “What’s on your mind, superbabe?”

“You’re so…”

“So…?” She teases, playing with his hair again. Strong sure hands slide down her back, over her legs…under her skirt. Slowly pushing the fabric higher.

“That’s just it. I can’t find the words.” He murmurs, taking her in slowly. Not like she’s something for him to take, to own. No, Jon takes her in like she’s something precious. Something to be cherished, worshiped, adored. Her breathing increases slowly, especially as his hands creep higher up her thighs. Nudging her nose with his, lips so close hers brush against his as she speaks.

“Try.”

A gentle smile on his face, “How do I describe you, Star? God, even that word doesn’t do enough. So much brighter, so much more beautiful, so much…fuck…I can’t believe I’m yours.”

“Jon…”His fingers hook around her panties. A look in his eyes, asking for permission. As if she could ever deny him. In answer, Mar’i rises, enough to help him slide them down. Then those hands are back, up the insides of her thighs, so close to where she needs him.

“Mar’i…” he breathes, fingers sliding against her slick folds. “You’re…incredible…I see it in how you preform…how you fight, in the field, in an argument…how you rule…that big beautiful heart of yours, Mar’i, how are you so…so you?”

Her breathing quickens as his fingers slide inside her. X’hal, she loves when he does this, letting her ride his hand, murmuring sweet nothings or complete filth in her ears. Her eyes drift closed as she rocks her hips, fingers tangling in his dark curls. Hers. He’s all hers.

Kissing up her throat, Jon murmurs, “I can barely believe you married me once. But I get to relive it all over again. I get to tell you, tell everyone, how much I fucking love you. Because I do, Mar’i, I fucking love you so much I can’t breathe.”

She cries out, reaching her peak. Working her through it, Jon continues his gentle caresses along her skin. If they were in their bed, in their home, he would move down her body. Push the skirt up around her waist and devour her until he pulled another orgasm from her. And another. Until she was begging for him inside her.

But they hadn’t had done more than cuddle since arriving on Tamaran. Not that the people here would have an issue with it. They’d been so busy, there hadn’t been time or energy for it. So when he feels her nails dig into his shirt, hears her whimper, he knows he’ll do whatever she asks.

“Jon…I need you…please, baby, please...”

Together, they work his pants open, pulling him free from his boxers. As she sinks onto him, groaning into his mouth, Jon pulls at the laces holding her dress bodice together, Mar’i unbuttoning his shirt. Fabric flies over heads, hitting the ground with soft thuds. Until they’re both bare before the other. Until his hands move up her spine, feeling the muscles under his touch flex as he holds her close. Years of dance and acrobatics making her strong.

Nails dig into his shoulder, just enough to hurt. God, he loves that she can hurt him. Loves that he never has to hold back with her. That they both hold power to hurt the other and trust them other won’t.

“Mar’i…” he says her name like a prayer. Maybe it is. He will gladly worship this woman until death do they part…and even then he’d follow her into the ether.

“Jon…” She pulls him closer. He keeps their pace, making her savor each moment. “Please…”

He rolls them over on the blanket, pinning her beneath him. Moans mixing together under the starry night. Jon brushes her curls from her face, not missing a moment of her pleasure. His fingers intertwine with hers, pinning her arms above her head. Rolling his hips into hers, her legs wrapped around his waist, they lose themselves in each other.

“Fuck…” Jon growls, dropping his head against her neck. He hadn’t worn the universal translator tonight, but he doesn’t need it. Mar’i had spoken enough Tamaranean in bed for him to know the key phrases.

Faster.

Harder.

More.

And, most importantly—Stop.

“Jon-el,” Mar’i moans, legs tightening around his waist. Hearing her say his name like that, accent thickening with her desire, awakens part of him. Fingers tangling in her curls, he drives into her harder and faster, body pressed against hers as they near the end. The muscles in her body tense as she tries to fight it, to make it last.

As if they don’t have the rest of their lives together.

“Come with me, Star,” he growls in her ear, “Like a good girl.”

Mar’i shatters around him, back arching as she screams. Good. Let them all hear who she belongs to. Sinking his teeth into her shoulder, Jon follows just behind. Spilling inside her like he has hundreds of times before slumping onto her. Mar’i’s arms and legs stay around him, playing with his hair as they come down together.

One of the few ‘perks’ of their hybrid status—near zero chance of natural conception. Neither had ever been with another person, nor could they get STDs due to their natural immune systems. So they never bothered with a condom.

Though, secretly, he’d always hoped that they would be that half percent. He wants a family with her, no matter what it looks like, but some part of him wants to see what their baby would look like.

“Jonny?”

“Yeah?” He looks up at her, admiring his beautiful bride. How did he get so fucking lucky?

“We should get to bed.” She smiles, pushing his thick dark hair from too blue eyes, “We’re getting married in the morning.”

“Are we?” He muses. “I could have sworn I already married the most beautiful woman in the universe.”

“You’ve been begging for years to marry me.” She teases, “Would you really settle for just one?”

“With you? Never.”

Fixing their clothes, the pair fly back to the palace. Mar’i takes him directly to her bedroom balcony. A few gentle kisses and touches pass between them as they clean up. Jon nudges her hands away as she starts braiding her curls. It’s not that he thinks she can’t do it, the opposite in fact…but it’s another small thing he loves to do for her. Crawling into bed, Jon pulls her close to spoon her.

“Jon?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“…Thank you for letting me be Just Mar’i tonight.”

A soft kiss presses to the back of her neck, “Any time, Star.”

#mar'i grayson #jon kent #superstar #Nightstar #superboy #smut

[termiteterraceclub]

Termite Terrace Club - October 10th

1936 - Boulevardier From the Bronx - Dir. Friz Freleng 1959 - Wild About Hurry - Dir. Chuck Jones

TV 1990 - Tiny Toon Adventures Season 1: "Cinemaniacs!" ("Superbabs" / "Duck Trek" / "Pasadena Jones")

1992 - Taz-Mania - "The Outer Taz-Manian Zone" / "Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Part 2".

1997 - Pinky and the Brain Season 3: "The Real Life"

1998 - The Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries Season 4: "The San Francisco Beat" / "Triangle of Terror"

2002 - Baby Looney Tunes Season 1: “Band Together” / “War Of The Weirds”

#looney tunes #looneytwt #wb100 #wb #warner bros #road runner #wile e coyote

[ftgxsee]

Here is a gift for murumokirby360, @bryan360, and @carmenramcat. It's a parody reference screenshot and scene from Tiny Toons Adventures for Super Babs becoming fat shown here: https://www.deviantart.com/greatkitty2000/art/Superbabs-Weight-Gain-874441092 You know who it is that's doing that? Riya Speedster from murumokirby360 is right! She's gained weight and is bloated and fat like her in my new picture I made. So, @carmenramcat​, care to remake this one? If so, please do it. Riya belongs to murumokirby360 .

#riya speedster #chowder #riya #chowderoc #chowder oc #superriya #weightgain #bloated #bloated stomach #fat anime #fat girl

[khaleesiofalicante]

I completed all my assignments 💅 made a moodboard as a treat to myself so we have double moodboards todayy

Homos homies and hoes (it's me I'm hoes) give it up for sassy superbabe supreme the man the myth the menace

Max Lightwood-Bane

SASSY SUPERBABE SUPREME? I APPROVE.

And i love how blue it is 🥺💙

#lbaf

[fattlestacks]

Speaking of fat bunnies, do you remember that one episode in Tiny toons adventures where SuperBabs got fattened up with carrot cakes from Wuther?

Kinda? It's been a mad long time since I've seen that episode, I think (I really need to give TTA a full rewatch sometime). This episode always stuck in my memory (for obvious reasons):

Setting me up for life to be a sucker for chubby bunnies...

[leaveharmony]

I'm surprised that you were not using the Swiss Superbabe tag with Claudio.

I'ma level with you: I forgot I had a tag for him lol

[walkingatombomb]

Comics I Read Today

March 14

Superbabes #13 (2023)

AC Comics is one of my favorite comic book companies of all time. Their main title is Femforce which is nearing its 200th issue. Superbabes is a spin-off from that venerable book. This issue is very steeped in AC history which I find extremely exciting.

#my stuff #comic books

[new-smut-for-you]

I'm surprised more people don't bring this up but in the DC universe it's confirmed people sexualize the heroes and villians probably just as much if not more than we do there's literally a restaurant called SuperBabes where all the waitresses are dressed like slutty DC Heroines and Villians

[gatoplanet]

Omg I forgot about Ray. I really loved how he and Klaus connected initially in S2. What dynamic would Ray and Dave have?

aaaaah ray the love of my life!!!! i'm so happy he's gonna be around some more next season, i love a Normal Guy character who responds to wild shit by meeting it halfway and like, politely shaking its hand. ray is so kind and steadfast for ali, even (especially!) when that's hard, which is only possible because she decides she trusts him enough to give him all the information he needs to make the choice, and he rewards that trust by choosing her even more, and hhhh. s4 you be good to him he did nothing wrong in his life ever!!!!

and in the magical au where everybody is vibing i think ray and dave would have a lot in common!! they are both Normal Guys who fell in love with hot superbabes from the future, and there aren't a lot of other people who can personally relate to that. they're both thoughtful and clever conversationalists, and oh my god if you threw sissy in with them for the full 60s spouse support group?? they'd spend the first beer having insightful dialogue about things that have changed and stayed the same and how they feel about that, and the second beer onward would just be sissy goading ray and dave into saying their mean opinions on modern cars and shit

#kat planet’s klave hour

[lengthy-artery]

For the book ask, 15 and/or 19?

Book asks!

15. recommend and review a book.

The Butchering Art by Lindsey Fitzharris. This is the book that introduced me to Joseph Lister, my historical bestie and superbabe. It's a nonfiction all about (surprise surprise) Joseph Lister and how he ended up inventing antiseptics and basically revolutionising Victorian medicine and surgery and it's GREAT if, like me, that is your jam. Also, you know how sometimes you learn about someone who did something super cool and then you go and look into them further and it turns out they were a horrible person? NOT MY BESTIE JOSEPH LISTER! NO SIR. THIS MAN TOLD ALL HIS MED STUDENTS TO TREAT EVERY PATIENT LIKE THEY WERE THE PRINCE OF WALES NO MATTER WHO THEY WERE. THIS MAN CARED SO MUCH AND I LOVE HIM.

Also if you don't want nonfiction then allow me to recommend The Kingdoms by Natasha Pulley. Historical queer fiction featuring some timetravel confusion, multiple universes (sorta), four tortoises, early 1800s naval ships, and heartbreaking yearning which is so much worse on the reread. Can be quite heavy and rough in places but it's worth it. 10/10 it's great.

19. most disliked popular books?

My current reading is so wildly out of whack with current trends that I literally have no idea what books are popular beyond classics and HP, and I've not read most classics. HOWEVER I recently learned that I feel the same way that my mother does about Dickens - that the man was paid by the word and you can really, really tell. I mean I respect the hustle Dickie boy but I am bored out of my goddamn skull.

#:V please ask me more things this was fun

[johnconstantinejld]

Batman Death of a Clown

Five times already this week she has seen me, pale skin illuminated by our cheap electricity, roll up my sleeve, slap a vein up and inject a drug. All the while this happened, concern for the patient increased.

‘Which is it today?’ She asks.

‘Morphine. Mixed with a concoction of my own.’ I reply. ‘Would you care for a bit?’

‘No!’ She snapped.

‘Touchy.’ I reply with a snigger. ‘I thought you were a friend.’

‘Speaking as a doctor, and as a friend, I advise you to cease it.’

‘I’d always take your advice, Harley, but when you fall into a vat of acid, it does not do wonders for one’s kidneys. It hurts to urinate. It hurts to shit. It hurts to jack it. The morphine kills the pain. I still need the drug. Batman will put more pain on me once more. He is the best customer a comedian could have. Comes back, night after night. Why couldn’t he heckle me? Comedians hate hecklers. And you were a psychologist. Not a medic.’

I’ve lost everything. Todd was cleansed. I’m broke. I’m hated. I don’t even fucking produce sperm anymore. Now, my last associate is leaving for the last time to go off grid.

‘What is it, Doctor Quinn? The porn film job? Or Superbabes, the restaurant?’

‘The restaurant. And the film offer was for adult entertainment, not porn.’

‘Same thing.’

A pain in my side and my chest. I won’t survive the night. Doctor Isley’s syrups have ceased working for me. I don’t think she made them for me, anyway. I’d go to the beach, but we’re Gotham. We don’t have that. It is very relaxing to watch waves go in and out. I watch it all go away. Bats should try it.

‘It’s bad medicine to beat out your troubles.’ Harley says from the hall.

She leaves. She will never come again. In the garden, the flowers that have my own venom inside them have bloomed without success. The intended result, of spreading a poison over the city so that everyone has a good laugh, did not work. I got a broken nose for my trouble, and I rubbed the blood over my lips. Maybe she’ll live with Isley, out in a forest somewhere like two lovebirds. I’d really love that.

What’s new in Arkham? That Englishman Tetch is going on and on about Wonderland. Hey, when I kidnap someone, at least I don’t dress them up as children. He’s a paedophile, you know. A murderous one at that. I made that Jason Todd’s smile nice and big, but at least I don’t dress underage girls as Alice.

Oh, and the Mad Hatter is never called such in the novel. He’s just a Hatter. Failed on page one of ‘How to be a Criminal.’

Moron.

I’m dying. This is it? I don’t get the final show? Fire my agent HAHAHAHAHA! Pengers doesn’t have any word on a cure coming through, and Black Mask put out a hit on me. Me! A guy who was in business when he was in diapers! No showdown. Just a pale, white-faced, grease-painted man alone in a room with crackling light and asbestos in the walls.

It’s not worth laughing.

Why did I do it? Did I go on because I enjoyed it? Do comedians enjoy their job? Round and round, making observations or bellowing out jokes? I like Billy Connolly and Robin Williams, actually. Seinfeld was not my style. I liked loud. I wanted that one last audience member to laugh. I only got it once, in that ‘Give Gordon One Bad Day’ thing. From then on, I got beaten. The other members of that little League threw heckles at the man on the stage.

If you want my come back, talk to your mother. Oh wait, none of us have a mother.

Formally speaking, I hereby request my brain be removed so that it can autopsied and discover the cause for my actions.

I used to think we were like two peas in a pod, me and Bats. But I guess we could have been two boys on the street, getting up to no good. We both run from the law, and I guess I ran a little slower. Yes, sharing the streets with a boy who’ll grow to become a policeman. He ran home and maybe got a slap around the ear but a good meal and a lecture that put him on the straight and narrow. I got caught and put on the rocky road. It’s a well-lit road, but slippery, and I kept going down it towards hell. Harley used to be called sociopathic, like me. Now she shows sympathy and compassion, something sociopaths can’t do.

No. He was the boy who played by himself in the big mansion and is now giving back to society. Parents didn’t approve of gutter snipes.

A shadow appears. Is this another hallucination from the drug or is it reality? A woman, pale-skinned like myself, lovely dark hair. An ankh around her neck and an eye of Horus on her face. Going to need to think of last words.

So this is it, huh?

No, no, no…

A final laugh? All I do is cough.

Come on, think man!

Fade to black.

#Joker #dc comics