#Touch: Mama Lois

[basilf1res]

Memento Mori - DPxDC

What was beyond death. Was there anything at all? Was there nothing?

That was what he always wondered.

When Clark was a child, he looked up to his fictional hero: Danny Phantom. A half-dead guy in a comic book series that led to the most bisexual awakenings in the century.

Clark liked to go back and reread the comic books from Issue #1 (they were fairly short, but all parts of an “episode”, almost like those ads on shows, but the wait time was every two weeks). He tended to read them all in one sitting, and yet oddly enough, never disturbed as he murmured the made-up summoning spell under his breath.

He could’ve sworn he had been going through them for over an hour and not twenty minutes.

It was Phantom who inspired him to continue being Superman in his darkest moments. He also considered himself physical proof that Danny’s palette swap was enough to hide his identity.

The glasses ARE enough.

When Clark found out he had a clone, he was ecstatic to be able to teach Conner anything everything, to answer any questions his little brother had.

Danielle “Dani” Phantom and her awaited return in “Issue #46 D-stabilized” caused him to become a mama bear to Conner out of the fear he would melt within a few weeks. But it wasn’t like anyone at the Watchtower had to know that small detail.

Getting married to Lois was the best day of his life, the day of Jon’s birth also fighting for that first place spot in his mind.

He had a clone brother, a wonderful wife, a beautiful son, and an amazing group of friends that work together to protect the planet he calls home.

But everything started to fall apart when a protest against metas took it too far, Jon’s powers started to develop and he was seen accidentally tripping, falling, and catching himself by hovering a few inches above the pavement.

Jon said he considered himself lucky nothing scarred. He laughed everything off when it came to the topic.

But it shook Clark, Lois, and Conner to the core.

Memento mori.

It reminded Superman that despite his impenetrable skin, Death can come at any moment. Even for him.

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When Danny was a little boy, he dreamt of reaching the stars, he wanted to be able to touch the moon, explore Mars, and roam the galaxy he resides in and beyond.

He read these comic books of a league of heroes, a team with space cops, super powered humans, a man dressed in a bat suit that was more effective at capturing rogues and villains than some of the powered members, aliens, and so much more.

He flipped through the weekly published comics, learning to read better than most at a young age. He had two favorites, Superman and Martian Manhunter.

Danny wanted to explore the stars like his heroes. He wanted to be able to fight as well as the big Bat. He wanted superpowers. He wanted to help people. He wanted to fight his own set of supervillains. He wanted to be able to succeed and be loved.

Oh how he got everything he wanted but the last.

Tucker and Sam were the only reason he hadn’t broken yet, the reason he was still standing.

The anti-ecto acts, the GIW, Vlad, Pariah Dark, and his- Jack and Maddie’s sadistic comments about ghosts were the last straw.

The hero always wins… they don’t die to the evil they want to stop… right..?

Right..?

…

The sound of a scraping scalpel, the buzz of the lights, and the squeals of pleasure - as his ghostly heart was found again and again and prodded again and again - filled his ears for an unknown length of time.

His cries for help were never answered until a summoning pulled at his core, it was a personal calling, someone had managed to find his calling card.

The tears of relief stung his eyes as the dissection table with his body strapped down to it was sucked into a summons portal.

He was spat out in front of kids, most likely teenagers, due to the shrieks of horror and surprise.

Oh… oh how he prayed to the Ancients that he’d live to see another day as a tears slipped out of his eyes.

Memento mori.

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Jon found out about his comic book collection and wanted to show Damian.

Clark hummed as he typed up an official report on a rogue attack to send to the Watchtower.

His blood ran cold when he heard his son scream from over in Gotham.

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[mamawasatesttube]

Please tell us more about the Selkie au 👀

I wanna know everything. What’s the significance of the pelt being worn by Tim? What are the backstories?

YEAH!!!! okay so a bit of background: selkies are critters from celtic/norse mythos. they are seal-human shapeshifters, who can change form by removing or wearing their sealskins; the most common tales involve fishermen stealing a selkie woman's sealskin cloak to entrap her as his wife, despite her yearning to return to the sea.

SO, with that being said:

kryptonians are selkies!!!

kon is created by cadmus labs and lex luthor. he doesn't even know the significance of his coat; it's kept locked away except for when he gets it for promotional photoshoots. he doesn't realize it has anything to do with why he's always discontented and afflicted with varying bouts of malaise.

when clark finds out - when he can see this physical, material evidence of kon's mistreatment - he's beyond horrified and enraged. they're violating a child, so profoundly that he doesn't even realize he's being violated, and he cannot let that stand.

lois, fully human but VERY protective of her husband and by extension all selkies: LET ME AT HIM. LET ME AT LUTHOR IM GONNA RIP HIS FACE OFF

clark, holding her off the ground: dearest, please. i need you to stay calm... and write the most damning exposé the planet has ever seen.

lois: .......FINE. but then YOU better rip that bald fucker's face off, you hear me?

clark comes home with kon in tow, uncharacteristically quiet and subdued. his eyes are red-rimmed and his cheeks blotchy, but lois doesn't say a word about it. she lets him sit curled up in the corner of the sofa, clutching his pelt around himself tight enough to make himself look small, and thinks he looks more like a child than he ever has before.

fast forward a couple years. kon has found his place in the family; jon in particular adores him. he's gotten kind of jaded and unhappy about his whole history; he's seen clark leave his sealskin around the house, has even seen lois wear it, but he's kept his hidden away in his room ever since that first day, except for when he's wearing it himself. clark, lois, and ma never touch it; the only one allowed to is jon, and even he knows not to push if kon's feeling antsy.

tim is kon's bestie. all the core four are besties. but none of them know the selkie secret - it's very well-guarded. they just know kon is a weirdo who really loves to take long walks on the beach and gaze at the ocean.

one day, he is on a long walk by the marina with tim. tim, somehow or other, falls into the water in january. he gets out quickly, of course, but it's cold and he's wet and kon really doesn't want him to get hypothermia, so--

he shrugs the sealskin coat off his own shoulders and wraps it around tim's, and tells him c'mon, let's get back to the house.

they go back to the house.

they walk in the door.

tim is wearing kon's coat.

tim. is WEARING. KON'S COAT.

kon, who barely even tolerates his beloved baby brother touching his coat, because he was so violated and taken advantage of in his earliest days!!!!

TIM IS WEARING KON'S!!! COAT!!!!!

clark hold her coffee. lois is about to whip out her shotgun.

and that's how we get the scene @cowboysorceror drew <3 clark is extremely concerned; lois is 👌 THIS CLOSE to a mama bear rampage, tim is freezing, and kon is like. well. this sure is happening!

other quick notes, in part brainstormed with beckett and also with my bestie @adjit in various dms:

kon doesn't, like, LOVE this whole scenario, but frankly, he's more worried about tim than he is upset about his coat. he knows tim would never use it to hurt him, to control him, to own him; he trusts tim. simple as that!

it's kind of hard to communicate this to clark and lois in a couple of quick facial expressions over tim's head, but he manages.

they get tim bundled into a hot shower and warm, dry clothes, etc. he's coming back downstairs from kon's room, afterwards, and pauses on his silent feet when he overhears his name in conversation.

"no, it's not--i'm fine, i promise," kon is saying. "tim's not like--tim wouldn't hurt me. i know he wouldn't. you don't gotta worry."

huh, tim thinks. he's pretty observant, not that he needed to be to notice the way clark and lois stared at him and kon earlier. clearly, the jacket is significant; he knows clark and jon have matching ones. maybe it's a family thing?

sounds like kon had some kind of shitty ex, and... they got worried about him getting into a relationship again?

well. no need to worry about that! he immediately resolves that he will put their worries at rest. he Will be the best boyfriend kon has EVER had.

like, they aren't dating (yet), but, uh, you know. semantics. details.

(he doesn't find out the actual secret until later. when he finally realizes what this meant, that kon trusted him with his personhood, he. well, he's not crying, but he does get this funny tug in his chest and he really, really has to go hug kon for a long time.)

#PHEW SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG #the thing is ummmm i fucking love selkie au #answers #selkie au #guess im starting that as a tag. just in case #rimi writes #also putting this there. Just In Case #timkon #kon #clark #lois #tim #adjit #cowboysorceror #collaborative storycrafting with the squad!!!! :D #summerbummin

[abbacoded]

You Suit Me . . . ~Chapter One

// Rabbi Milligan (Patrick Milligan) x *OC

*AU second daughter of Donatello Fadda

Summary: After the ‘double cross’ that ended the Yiddles family, Rabbi Milligan is taken in by Donatello Fadda and grows up with the Fadda family. While living in the Fadda household, Rabbi is befriended by Donatello Fadda’s youngest daughter, Noemi Fadda (AU OC). A romantic relationship develops.

Warnings: Some mentions of blood and gore

Note: Somewhat follows the progression of the show (Fargo, Season Four) but will take a hard AU turn eventually. Essentially, a ‘secretly dating’ troupe!

_

A quick visit with Loy Cannon, that’s what Rabbi had said and yet, Noemi Fadda waited with an apron tied around her waist in the Fadda family dinning room long after her father and the others were meant to return.

It was Sunday dinner and all guests—save for her mother and herself—were running late.

Her mother, Chianna Fadda, had resigned from waiting and took to her bedroom with a glass of wine. From Noemi’s speculation, Chianna Fadda did that a lot these days. Noemi suspected it had something to do with her youngest brother, Zirominu—or “Zero”—being sent to live with the Cannon family. Noemi considered her mother to be handling the separation from her son a lot better than she could have handled it. Noemi imagined carrying a baby for nine months, many sleepless nights and early mornings, raising a child, feeding it, watching it grow into a precious little boy and then, her father simply plucking that child from existence in your family home. Where does the love go? Noemi felt a sinking feeling in her chest whenever she thought about her baby brother and his current predicament—being forced to live with strangers all these months.

A pleasant distraction arrives in the form of someone entering through the back door near the kitchen. Rising from her seat, Noemi leaves the dinning room to go towards the clatter of the screen door. She finds Rabbi Milligan and “Satchel”—Loy Cannon’s youngest son—arriving home.

“Where were you?” Noemi exclaims. “Dinner is cold, mama’s upset!” Noemi looks towards the ceiling with her hands spread out. Though she gripes, no one hears. Rabbi Milligan is midway through instructing Satchel to go to his room and wait for him while he talks with Noemi alone.

The situation looked very serious. Any qualms Noemi possessed for being stood-up on a dinner she spent the majority of the day preparing flee when she watches Satchel leave and Rabbi look to her very gravely.

“What?” Noemi asks.

Though Rabbi feels the need for it, he refrains from touching her.

Instead, Rabbi gestures Noemi to come near him with a slow flit of his hand.

“We have ta’ talk,” gravelly voice to match that look he gave her.

Noemi approaches Rabbi as he pulls out a chair for her at a small two seater-table in the Fadda family kitchen. Taking the seat across from her, Rabbi rests his arms on the table as he begins, “there’s been’a accident.”

“What happened?” A hitch of concern in Noemi’s voice as she sits with Rabbi. The fear—the anxiety she felt made her feel like doing anything but sit. Her father traveled with quite the entourage of men and yet, only Satchel and Rabbi returned home. She squirms in her chair as Rabbi slowly licks his lips and prepares to tell her more.

“Your brother is fine, as is everyone else, but your father’s been admitted to the public hospital; he’s lost a’lot of blood, but ee’s stable. The doctor is keepin’ him a few days for observation.”

Noemi looks neither relieved or nor alarmed to hear all of this from Rabbi Milligan. Perplexity is her sole expression in the Irishman’s eyes.

“What kind of accident was dad in?” Noemi presses him. Hearing a statement like, ‘your father had lost a lot of blood,’ is no news to easily digest.

“Ah, yea.” Taking a breath to gather his words, “the car was at ‘n intersection near the school, some boys were playin’ with toy guns, one of them must’ve been a pellet gun.” Rabbi’s eyes shift from Noemi to his hands on the table, uneasy with the task of notifying the family of his boss and keeper. “The gun went off, hit your father in the backseat, ‘ee has a neck wound but ee’is being treated for it, like I said.”

Filled in at last, Noemi does not know how to respond to the news of her father’s ‘accident’.

While Noemi sits in a stunned silence, Rabbi finally does what he wanted to do before. He reaches across the table and collects Noemi’s hand; a rare move for him, considering his place beneath her in the household. “Would you be needin’ assistance in tellin’ your mother?”

Noemi Fadda had been preparing her family’s meals since she was old enough to turn on the stove all by herself. With cooking, came lots of cleaning and caring for the house, a role expected of her, especially as she was not yet married and out of the house like her sister, Naneeda. Noemi’s hand felt very cold and dry in Rabbi’s warm grasp.

Swallowing quietly to reanimate herself, lost in her thoughts as she was, Noemi straightens up in her seat, a kind of quiet excitement and exhilaration hits her when Rabbi—or ‘Patrick’—had taken her hand and held it.

Shaking her head, Noemi assures, “no, I can tell her.”

As Rabbi lets go of Noemi’s hand, Noemi rises from the table and takes a step past Rabbi when suddenly she stops and turns back to him.

Impulsiveness possesses her like a soft and lonely ghost as the young woman eases down onto Rabbi Milligan’s lap, sitting on him as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.

Alarmed but resisting futilely, Rabbi wears a look of concern as he gathers Noemi’s slight shoulders in his hands and looks into his secret lover’s eyes, preparing to turn her away. He whispers an urgent reminder of their boundaries, “Nomi—“

Nomi—that was his nickname for her, something that started back when they were kids.

“—no one is here,” the young woman interjects in an urgent whisper and smiles as she wraps her arms around his neck. Tilting her head, Noemi Fadda kisses Rabbi Milligan.

The pair shares a romantic moment that soon melds to one of desperate comfort. They stole them, every chance they could get.

Rarely with a instant where it was just them two, Rabbi buries his face in the crook of Noemi’s neck as they embrace one another and hold each other for what feels like a blessed eternity, though it was only a few cherished seconds.

Patrick Milligan hugs Noemi like he has never been hugged before and maybe he hasn’t—not before her, at least.

Reality brings Noemi Fadda pushing herself back to her feet, straightening her dress and her apron.

Before she can leave the room, Rabbi gently catches her by the wrist. Carefully, he unknots the apron ties at the small of his lover’s back.

“Thank you,” Noemi whispers in elated gratitude, watching him from over her shoulder.

#fargo fanfic #fargo #fargo season four #fargo season 4 #rabbimilligan #rabbi milligan #patrickmilligan #patrick milligan #Fadda family #fargo fic #ben wishaw #benwishaw #fargo s4 #fargo fx #fx fargo

[evita-shelby]

Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 17

Charlie knows Harry Chase is what’s stopping Lois from becoming serious about him.

He would’ve hoped she’d gotten over him after six months of silence, but the fucker stayed there on her heart like he was branded on it. He really likes Lois, she was beautiful, kind, politically minded like him and so determined to shine no matter what cloud stood in her way.

“Something came in for your sister’s, ah, friend.” His father said, refusing to call Lois anything else but Diane’s friend. He hates Tom for obvious reasons, and despite how well he gets on with Douglas, he refused to acknowledge that Diane will be Diane Bennett come hell or high water.

Thomas Shelby holds a thick envelope marked with the neat handwriting of Florence Rosenburg ---or Frida Solomons as she had been named at birth--- naming Henry Chase.

It had Harry’s picture, name, address and other pertinent things. There was also a file wedged inside it with a sperate photograph held to it with a paper clip. He could decipher the top of a blonde woman’s head.

Charlie is no idiot.

Harry Chase had gotten married in Poland, that is why he never wrote back. Not only married a different girl, but a blonde.

Lois will be crushed.

“I can take it to Diane, maybe she can break the news gently to her.” Charlie says fighting the urge to peek into the files and see what this dime a dozen interpreter had that he didn’t.

Henry Chase was handsome, blue-eyed and the type of boy girls like his own sister would sigh over. Had he been available, he knows they’d be having this conversation about how to break this to Diane.

“If you are a gentleman, you will leave that file unopened.” His father sat back on his chair and stared at his son to see what he’d do. “If you are my son, you will open it and take flowers to console the girl.”

That settled it.

“And because I am your son and a gentleman, I will be leaving it closed and buying flowers for Lois.” Charlie knows his father was expecting him to do the latter –unless mama was nearby then he was the perfect gentleman she raised him to be--- and the man looked positively proud that he found a great space in the middle for himself. “Do you have anything for Dia?”

“Keep Douglas’ boy out of her bed for me, your mother doesn’t want a grandchild for her birthday.”

Despite his resolve to become a pacifist, Tom cannot escape fate. Or so he says when he is provoked by some young man he knows and joins the navy to show he is not a coward.

“We could run to Mexico, the war won’t touch it for a while. We could live there in the sun, on the house by the beach.” Diane suggests gently pushing his hair away from his face as they lounged in the couch.

He’d come here after a row with his dad, with Lois and him leaving on the same train, poor Douglas was at his wit’s end. Lois told him their dad had a night terror and chewed him out for not being there for him, Tom now felt guilty for causing him such trouble.

Always causing trouble for him, he’d said as he’d come in and asked her to join him on her couch.

And what better way to assuage his guilt for leaving him than by pretending the world doesn’t exist beyond the door of her room.

No sex, just them cuddling on her too small couch pretending to hear the opera playing in her wireless.

“No. And leave dad all alone when Lois is going too? Can’t do that to him.” I’ve already disappointed him enough. Rather die a hero instead of a coward, Diane can hear the words as if he’d said them. “Besides we’ll win the war, we’ll get married and tell little Vera and Junior about how daddy became a war hero.”

He is saying that to make her feel better as if he wasn’t the one going to his death. You���d think their hypothetical children would be the last thing on his mind.

“Not even married yet and you’re thinking of having a second child, Tommy.” She looked up at him to see that cheeky grin of his.

“Gotta give you something to do while I’m at sea, Mrs. Bennett.” The way he says it makes her forget this isn’t them joking about their future life together. “Gotta give me reasons to keep my mouth shut and stay alive.”

Sounds so sure of it, as if he was the one afflicted with clairvoyance instead of her.

“You shouldn’t say things like that, I might believe you.” She warns him and part of her hoping he means it.

“Why not, my wages and my leave time go up if I’m married and we could share the lease until I save enough to pay for half the house we’ll get.” So he had been given it a thought or two when he was in jail.

Two weeks alone can do that to you.

“Tell me the other reason, Tom.” There is one. One reason he’s afraid to say. Not afraid for her saying no, but afraid because he might never come back.

“If you’re my wife, I can leave knowing you’d take care of Lois and my dad for me.” He can be serious when he needs to be, most people take what they see thinking there’s isn’t much else to Tom.

But there was.

His jokes, brashness and carelessness were his way of moving through life. When you needed him to be serious, to be the man he knows he must be, he delivered on that.

“I’d take care of them for you even without a ring, Tom.” The witch let her hand trail down the side of his face and tried her best not to think about him never coming back.

“But I want to. We can marry later, when the war ends or never if that’s what you want. Fuck, you don’t even have to give me an answer now. Won’t leave for training yet, anyways.”

Diane knows the answer, there’s no need to think it, but she can’t seem to voice it.

The witch is relieved when Mrs. Johnson interrupts saying Charlie’s calling from the station.

While Diane and Charlie claim it’s a bad idea to look at files meant for someone else, Tom has no qualms in reading what Shelby managed to find on Posh Boy.

It was worse than any of them had initially thought.

Harry finding a girl in Warsaw was not a big deal.

Harry marrying a girl in Warsaw and bringing her and her little brother to Manchester was.

To think Tom had stuck up for him when Lois asked him his opinion on Harry’s silence the day he came back from Strangeways.

His sister was going to be crushed. She’d already said he had been different when she saw him a few nights ago at the dance hall and then last night at his mother’s.

She’d come back angry or so his dad had said when he asked why she was stomping around looking like she could burst into tears or kill a man at breakfast.

Fuck.

She already knew, probably met the new Mrs. Chase and had her heart broken at the old bat’s house.

“I could break the news to her if you want.” Diane offers and he shook his head. Lois deserved to hear it from the people who loved her most.

If Diane told her it would have her shooting the messenger. She’d lash out thinking they could’ve spared her the heartache and humiliation yesterday evening.

“Has to be me. If anyone has to break Lois’ heart with the news, it has to be me.” Tom only shook his head and closed the file holding a photograph of Harry and the girl, Kasia something, on their wedding day. “If you want to show her not all Posh Boys are the same, Shelby, she’s doing a farewell show tomorrow night.”

#diane shelby #tom bennett #tom bennett x oc #tom bennett x diane shelby #charlie shelby #charlie shelby x lois bennett #world on fire bbc #peaky blinders au #world on fire meets peaky blinders #tie your heart to mine #tom bennett world on fire #lois bennett world on fire #lois bennett #ewan mitchell

[dairy-farmer]

I mean I like the idea that Clark gets with Tim and immediately gets him pregnant as a way of control like heartbreaking for Lois since he almost actively avoided having sex with her but Tim deserves to be a mommy and Clark would be happy

Idk I like Darkened!Clark and want him to be happy at the cost of others

oh absolutely!!!

the minute that tim lets clark hit he's on him in a second.

Kryptonians are probably stupidly fertile, even with condoms they'd probably phase through the barries so tim sees no reason or point in insisting clark wear any when they start fucking.

besides, clark would probably whine and pout if he had to, making pleading faces at tim while rubbing his crotch into the seam of his pussy. clark is probably highkey a horndog.

he's never felt a genuine connection before and with those feelings come his experience of sexual attraction.

clark knows within the week that they start fucking that tim is pregnant with his child because he can see the zygote already formed and dividing even if tim won't know for many more weeks or months.

when the news is delivered its...awkward to say the least.

clark announces it at a justice league meeting with all the smiles and excitement as he did with lois only this time it's...different. he's shifting, showing pictures of tim that were clearly secretly taken of tim doing mundane things with his belly showing no indication of him being pregnant.

it turns out that clark is a bragger.

which boggles people's minds because they're used to clark behaving like he's humble and grateful and blessed. now clark is smug and showoffy.

it only took one try he tells people.

tim gets big. quickly. clark's child is likely as big as he is. clark happily carries tim everywhere, hardly letting his feet touch the ground and always keeping a hand on tim's bump.

tim is small and his size is noticeable. the sight of him cupping the swell of his child fills clark with so much arousal he can barely control himself as he tugs down tim's sweatpants and pushes into his wonderful little pussy that grips and sucks him in so well.

tim likes to act reluctant, rolling his eyes and sighing like he's indulging clark. but clark feels how quickly he gets wet, how his pretty cunt clenches purposefully around clark every time he pulls out.

tim is a pretty mama. he was made for it, little tits growing heavy with milk that clark sucks down. he needs to test it afterall. for the baby.

tim is lighter carrying clark's baby. there's less tension in his body, less hesitance as he strokes his stomach and falls asleep on the couch beside clark.

it's nice.

things are slow and relaxing in the apartment that clark is more of a tenant than a visitor. he hasn't been back to his place in weeks, the milk in his fridge is probably spoiled.

clark knows that unlike him a lot of people are unhappy with his baby's impending arrival.

he knows lois is hurt.

she doesn't look at him at all while at work and though he left her, clark does still care for her. that's why he married her afterall.

tim has tried explaining to him why she's hurt. why she's justified in being hurt and why clark is the bad guy in her world right now.

clark doesn't get it until tim asks him to imagine how he'd feel if tim left him and their child one day and started living with then fucking and becoming pregnant with bruce.

the words sit like a sick stone in clark's gut, his heart beats with such a pulsing hurt it crawls all the way up to his throat and chokes him.

empathy tim explains.

clark hasn't felt it before. tim explains to clark what he feels, he walks him through experiencing the emotions of others, tells him why others feel the way they feel.

it's not always right, not always healthy but it's what they feel and they can't help it. how they behave as a response to it is what matters.

lois is hurt, bitter, likely even angry.

but rather than taking it out on clark or tim she keeps her distance, she stays away because otherwise, she might act on those feelings.

"you need to be mindful of others" tim tells him softly, cupping clark's cheeks and speaking to him with tenderness like he's a child. "okay clark? you can't think of just yourself and what you want, you need to think of how your actions impact other people."

tim tells him is was far too soon for him to have gotten pregnant. that a courtest of a few years would've been better because otherwise it's like clark was dancing on the ashes of a smouldering fire. it just looks bad.

but clark pouts and softly asks if that means they'll have to wait years before he can get tim pregnant again, he even more softly asks if this means they can't have sex again.

but tim, wonderful and clark's (and he's clark's now, all clark's, he has the proof growing inside him after all) tells him no, they don't have to stop having sex.

"just pull out before you cum." tim instructs him. "make sure you don't cum in me or i'll be very upset with you."

but a few months after their baby is born and tim is just so perfect under him. soft in the right places, head tilted back and mouth letting out sweet moans as clark hammers his cock into him. and tim's cunt is so wet and welcomind, stretched so beautifully for him, so when clark bottoms out again...he doesn't pull out.

tim either whines pleasure or displeasure as clark pumps him full of hot cum.

tim is pregnant again in weeks and another baby quickly joins their family.

tim is upset with him, pinching clark's ear and scolding him while clark lies, apologizes, and hides behind fake remorse because he won't apologize for this.

he's happy.

honest to goodness happy.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

[freelance-informatique]

Liste des joueurs les plus chers de chaque club en Ligue 1 ?

La saison 2022-2023 touche à sa fin imminente et le marché des transferts d'été s'apprête à ouvrir ses portes. Cela donne l'opportunité aux équipes de la Ligue 1, notamment le PSG, l'OM, le RC Lens ou encore l'OL, de se renforcer en recrutant de nouveaux joueurs. En revanche, d'autres clubs chercheront probablement à céder leurs meilleurs joueurs au plus offrant. Voici la liste des joueurs les plus chers de chaque équipe de la Ligue 1, selon les statistiques du Centre international d'étude du sport (CIES) et de Transfermarkt. Kylian Mbappé a la plus grosse valeur marchande en Ligue 1 Bien que les deux sites spécialisés ne soient pas toujours d'accord, cette fois-ci, ils sont unanimes. Kylian Mbappé est de loin le joueur le plus cher de la Ligue 1, avec une évaluation de 180 millions d'euros de la part du CIES et de Transfermarkt. L'attaquant français est actuellement sous contrat avec le PSG jusqu'en 2024, avec une option d'un an supplémentaire à sa disposition. Depuis plusieurs années, le Real Madrid montre de l'intérêt pour Mbappé. Avec la mauvaise saison que traverse pour le moment le Paris Saint-Germain, il se pourrait que de nouvelles péripéties se produisent lors du prochain marché des transferts. Lire aussi : Fin de saison Ligue 1 : Les enjeux de la course à la LdC pour Lens La valeur marchande de Kylian Mbappé est sans égale dans l'élite du football français, dépassant même celle de tous les joueurs les plus coûteux de l'OL, du RC Lens, de l'OM et de Lille réunis. En effet, Rayan Cherki, Lois Openda, Mattéo Guendouzi et Jonathan David, évalués à 142 millions d'euros au total, sont inférieurs de 38 millions d'euros au champion du monde français. De plus, Mbappé représente à lui seul près d'un tiers de la valeur totale de tous les joueurs les plus chers de chaque équipe de la Ligue 1, qui s'élève à 563 millions d'euros. Il s'agit là d'une preuve supplémentaire de la suprématie de l'attaquant de 24 ans. Qui sont les joueurs les plus chers de chaque club de la Ligue 1 ? 1. Mbappé (PSG) = 180 M€ 2. Jonathan David (Lille) = 60 M€ 3. Amine Gouiri (Rennes) = 35 M€ 4. Kephren Thuram (Nice) = 32 M€ 5. Lois Openda (Lens) = 30 M€ 6. Mohamed Camara (AS Monaco) = 28 M€ 7. Ryan Cherki (OL) = 27 M€ 8. Elye Wahi (Montpellier) = 25 M€ 9. Folarin Balogun (Stade de Reims) = 25 M€ 10. Mattéo Guendouzi (OM) = 25 M€ 11. Alban Lafont (FC Nantes) = 20 M€ 12. Enzo Le Fée (FC Lorient) = 15 M€ 13. Habib Diallo (RC Strasbourg) = 14 M€ 14. Farès Chaïbi (Toulouse FC) = 10 M€ 15. Franck Honorat (Brest) = 9 M€ 16. Mama Baldé (Troyes) = 8 M€ 17. Nabil Bentaleb (Angers) = 7 M€ 18. Mohammed Cham (Clermont) = 5 M€ 19. Isaak Touré (AJ Auxerre) = 5 M€ 20. Vincent Marchetti (AC Ajaccio) = 3 M€ Lire aussi : Salaires de Ligue 1 : Kylian Mbappé gagne 2 fois plus que Messi ! ________ Pour retrouver toute l'actu foot, rendez-vous sur notre site web ou sur notre page Twitter. Read the full article

[wanderingworlds513]

can you do some headcanons for conner kent (reign of the supermen) with a s/o who was part of the red room but the justice leauge found her and now she part of the teen titans

Yes of course! I would love to! Fair warning I haven't watched a lot of DC, so there most likely will be inaccuracies. If you see any that you would like to be changed, tell me and explain what you want me to change it to and I will.

•You were "rescued" on a mission for the •Justice League •Batman was the one who found you actually •Gave him a shock •You were fighting him until Superman stepped in •He kinda held you back •While Batman put cuffs on you •Wonder Woman had to step in to  •She talked to you about good and evil •The whole nine yards  •They figured the team of your age would help you •So off you went  •Met the team •Pulled a Natasha Romanoff and joined the team •Speaking of Nat, you left while she did  •So before you decided to join the Titans you helped her and Clint  •They let you, oddly enough •Before you officially met the team  •You stay with Bats  •You meet his kids  •First was Dick  •Since he did sort of run the Titans, right? •Anyway •He admired your athletic abilities/ fighting skills •Next was Tim  •He didn't know what to think of you  •Then Jason  •He thought Bruce was going to make you a new Robin •Might have questioned you for a little bit •Before you kicked his butt •Shut up quickly after that  •Let's assume Damian and Cass are there  •Because why not  •They absolutely adore you •Since you all share similar assassin pasts •Cass and you like to dance together •But moving onto the team and actually meeting them  •Dick takes you there •Starfire greets you all •Then Raven  •Beast Boy and Cyborg next  •You didn't particularly like them  •They were to loud for your taste  •Raven and you got along rather well •I don't know why, but you do  •Finally when you meet Conner  •It wasn't love at first sight  •You didn't really talk to each other  •But like on a mission you kinda save each other •So that's nice  •With your trauma from the Red Room •You found it hard at first to trust people  •Not like a particular people •When you first stayed with them  •You had asked if you were to be handcuffed to the bed •They looked at you like you were crazy  •You were slightly embarrassed  •Still unused to making choices  •Like Yelena (in Black Window movie) you were excited to go clothes shopping with Starfire and Rachel •And like Yelena you were amazed at all the choices •Had trouble picking things out  •Your style is more comfort •Sweat pants and short sleeves  Or dresses  •Rarely anything tight fitting •You cut your hair super short at night when the nightmares got to bad •If you have long hair then you let it grow out •If you have short hair you liked it the way you cut it •Nightmares are a common occurrence  •Before you and Conner begin to date  •You suffered alone •Once you got a little closer and he knew about them •He would use his super hearing and then would hurry to wake you up •Most likely would get your comfort drink/snack •Once you're dating he most definitely would sleep at least in the same room as you •Don't think it's one sided •You do the same or attempt to •You never really know how to comfort •The way you grew up wasn't the most ideal as you know •Red Room isn't to good with the comfort •Never really taught it  •So you do your best  •But you both are kinda new to the world  •To the pop culture life specifically •So lots of movie nights •Cuddles!!!  •You both are very touch starved  •You don't fight often •But when you do it's ugly •More petty than anything else •But still  •Always make it up before the day ends  •You meet his family a little bit after •And you love Lois and Mama Kent •They are nice and understanding  •You enjoy knowing people who are more away from the dangers •You and Nat sometimes reconnect  •During the whole Civil War thing you were by her side  •Definitely have met the Avengers •Not that impressed with Tony's money  •I mean you already know a billionaire •Bruce is a billionaire right? What ever  •You know what I mean •And that's it, let me know if you want a part two! Or have any questions!

#Conner Kent x reader #Conner x Black Widow! Reader #Conner x reader #Conner Kent x Black Widow! Reader #Conner Kent x fem reader #Conner x fem reader #Female reader #Marvel x DC

[robinrequiems]

mmm more clishes.... Idk reverse background or personality kind of au? :/

ill do you one better 1 of my favorite mutual, reverse & personality au, they’re the same age bc I have a tiny idea *shy hands*

this is uh. a really long one thay started to lag my phone too

• oh god guys I got vivid memories of ra’s being a good grandfather and I can’t get it out of my head

• i hate it ur honor

• but ok. krypton didn’t get blown up, instead, they all migrated to earth, more specifically kansas.

• the kryptonians are angry and enraged, they are treated as if they are monsters when they arrived peacefully. they tried to kill them.

• so in return, the aliens killed the humans.

• they created a secret underground. that secret underground is to help aliens or meta humans and kill humans.

• all of them hated aliens and sought to destroy them. until kal el found a reporter trying to help aliens who were injured due to an explosion the government did to take out one of their bases.

• kal el.. fell in love with her. lois lane, she is an reporter fighting for alien rights.

• he met with her. in secret. and they.. had formed a connection. an amazing one.

• and then they had a baby.

• at the alien base, but.. she was human and people did not like that. so they wiped her mind and made her believe that they never had a kid. like the last few months.. wasnt real. she had gone missing those months since the aliens didn’t want her trying to hide the baby, they made her believe the last few months was spent in a coma and kal had found her and taken her to a hospital.

• he couldn’t see her anymore. he mourned for her lost presence, but they would have killed her if she stayed.

• but now they had precious jon el. he would be the highlight of their cause.

• they noticed his powers came in faster than kal’s, so they perfected his powers.

• he was going to bring humanity down on order of his grandfather, jor el

• kal saw his son break slowly. loses that childhood innocence that kal tried to maintain.

• his sons amazing bright blue eyes dulling, loses the spark that he cherished.

• kal was going to get him out of there, try to refuge the remaining childhood he had. even if it killed him.

—

• damian wayne! the bright bubbly and prodigal son of bruce and talia wayne ( b & t are married, suck my— ). the press loved him, he was just.. him. he was the baby and was cute, the cutest ever

• he was an expert in martial arts due to the training his grandfather, father, mother, & so much more gave him

• ra’s owns a farm. he’s.. sorry all i get is farm ra’s vibes due to.. something:) think endgame thanos, yk?

• he was the baby robin, one that you never messed with due to the herd of heroes who would come save him

—

• kalel left jon with Lois, a brief note explaining the current situation

• it was weird, jon was ten and was meeting lois for the first time

“Hi, honey.. I’m lois.”

“I know.. Dad told me about you.”

“Oh.. right. What do you want for dinner?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have to eat.”

“No! I’m not hungry!”

• an explosive, superpower alien. Lois is way out of her head.

• he had outbursts, a lot of them. it was hard, really hard for Lois; she took some time off from the planet and focused on jon

• he broke a lot of stuff. he sometimes could not control his strength, but she was working with him

• but then one night he ran away, or flew away. he felt remorse for making Lois cry. she saw this as a win, but she lost her kid

• but then a little robin found him

“Um. Are you okay?”

“Huh-what- what do you want? Why are you talking to me?”

“Because you look sad? Yknow - hugs make people feel better. My ahki ( brother ) hugs me when I’m upset and it makes me feel better.”

“Don’t touch me.”

*Damian walked to him, smiling softly* “cmon, i won’t hurt you, silly. I’m robin.”

“A bird?”

“Haha- no, a vigilante- i sorta snuck out. My family can be a bit overbearing- and I sorta embarrassed myself at this theater thing.. some person—“

“Did I ask?”

“No.. sorry.”

“Hey— what are you doing - !”

“Hugging you.”

Jon won’t admit that he likes it, it’s different and weird, like this traffic cone in front of him. Jon pushed him off though, making himself stumble and fall on his ass.

“Ow..”

“Don’t touch me.” With rhat, Jon flew off into the night. Damian didn’t know who this boy was. But he intended on finding out. Even if it killed him. ( maybe not that extreme, but- )

• look damian was smart, right? smarter than average, and smarter than everyone in his school. teachers included ( ha ha )

• so he had to find this boy! so he started looking into aliens. until his family put an end to it

“Damian, this is dangerous.”

“But baba ( dad )”

“No. Go to your room.”

“Ugh!”

• he did slam his door shut if you were wondering

• he will find the mysterious alien boy, okay? he will!

• his brothers teased him and said he had a crush

• no he didn’t! the boy was really mean, he pushed damian- why would he do that? whatta jerk!

• but damian did find him again when he ventured off to metropolis to visit an old friend, colin.

“Alien boy!”

“That’s not my name, bird boy.”

“And that’s not mine. You didn’t tell me yours!”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s safer for you.”

“I can defend myself. You sound so silly, please tell me your name?”

“No.”

“‘Least the first initial?”

“Fine. J.”

“J it is.”

“Yours?”

“Wha- what? I told you my code named.”

“It’s only fair.”

“.. Okay. D.”

“D. Okay.”

• damian talked to him for a bit before jon did fly off when damian was talking about the stars, damian knew he was getting closer to him

• but he got grounded. whoops. he wasn’t supposed to go out

“Give me your phone, Damian.”

“What if I go out? I need a phone, baba.”

“I.. Your computer”

“School work.”

“Switch.”

“What! No- but-!”

“Damian.”

• yeah damian was very mad, but what made him madder was that apparently, his family was listening to the secret conversations between J and him. but d didn’t know that yet..

• his family needed to track down J, they didn’t care if people were aliens, the JL had aliens.. but they had no idea who this boy was, and the way damian was looking into the underground alien sanctuary, that worried rhem. Damian was smart and cunning, but he is able to portray an innocent persona, they all had the habit of undermining his intellect, so if damian began looking into this, it was for a reason

—

• jon found that D rambled. A lot. Even when jon didn’t respond. Jon doesn’t even know how D always found where he was. It’s so weird.

• but Lois noticed a change in jon.. he was. calmer. she didn’t know how, but when he went out, he came back calmer.

“I have to go to Gotham for a gala hosted by Bruce Wayne, would you.. like to come?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I’d like you to, but you don’t have to.”

“.. Fine.”

—

• lois walked to bruce with Jon in tow.

• “bruce.” “Lois, looking lovely as always.. who is this?” “Jon, my son. Say hi, Jon.” “Hi..” “He can hang around one of my sons— Damian, if you want? I’m sure him and his friends would love to have Jon around.” “What do you say Jon? Would you like that?” “Not really..” “I assume you, Damian doesn’t bite. Not anymore. And he’s pretty accepting.” “.. Fine.”

• damian was called over by his father and he did a double take. J. Was here. In front of him. Damian just internally shrugged and held a hand out, “Hi! I’m Damian! Wanna go play with my friends! there’s a game room so we don’t have to be with the gross adults.. you can also just.. sit there. My friends are pretty.. Loud?” “Okay.”

• jon had to take his hand back from damian since damian began eagerly tugging him.

“Damian seems to be accepting him pretty easily.” “I hope they can be friends, Jon.. doesn’t have any. I have only recently got him from his.. father.” “Odd, does he go to school?” “No, not yet, I’m still trying to get him adjusted.” “Ah.. Damian goes to West-Reeves. Maybe he could go there?” “That private school? Bruce.. I cannot afford that- not all of us are millionaires.” “Mhm.. I could pay.” “I can’t let you do that.” “He could get a scholarship.” “In what?” “Academics or athletics.” “Ill.. Talk to him about it. “ “well, ms lane, I just go talk with potential partners, I’ll see you later.”

—

• j got accepted into west reeves under a athletic thingy.

• that was cool. they became best friends!

• sorta

• flashforward 5 years to 15, their dynamic only grew. Damian told Jon his identity, jon didn’t become a hero, but did learn how to stitch damian up because tje idiot showed up bleeding a lot.

• everything was going great

On the phone, Damian: J! J! Guess what’

J: you’re so loud, D, what?

D: I got the lead! In the play!

J: no fucking way?

D: way!

J: Good j—— *crash*

D: J-?

D: J- Jonathan?

D: oh no.

• the call was ended abruptly. Jon always finished his sentences. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.

• so damian called Lois quickly and ran downstairs to the batcave, lois wasn’t picking up either, she normally always picked up or at least sent a text. She did neither

“Baba!”

“Damian? You should be asleep.”

“Something’s wrong! Somethings really wrong!”

“Jon and Lois- Jon- I heard a crash- and- and”

“Habibi.”

“Mama?”

“Breathe; tell me what’s wrong.”

“I was on a call with Jon.. I told him about the play since I wanted him to go and stuff. Then I heard a crash. And then the line went dead. I’m scared— what if something happened!”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions, what happened with Lois?”

“She didn’t pick up the phone— she normally does! Or she texts me and says she will call back!”

“Maybe she is asleep.”

“No! You need to believe me!”

“Damian, calm down, I do, we will go to see if they’re okay, you get back to bed.”

“No. I’m coming with.”

“No you arent.”

“But!”

“Listen to your father.”

• okay fine. He’ll listen, damian went back up to his room for half an hour before calling his friends to do a rescue mission. He had an extra suit in his room, he can do this.

• with his team, it consisted of shazam, abuse, nobody, and green lantern, himself too, of course.

• captain marvel picked him up once he was ready and they met up with the other 3.

Maya: you said he’s in trouble?

Dami: Yes.

Colin: than let’s go save him!

• they went and saved the bestie, nearly got killed too

• oh and now damians sorta probably grounded when batman shows up 🤡

J:You came for me..?

D:We all did.. why are you so surprised?

J: * wraps his arms around damian * thank you

D: i- yeah.. anytime. what’re friends for?

• friends. Jon liked that. Jon also liked the way Damian’s cheeks went red when jon hugged him

• jon knew he chuckled before Damian’s arms wrapped around him. hard. Damian was a hard hugger

• jon became a superhero at 16. Damian had even more of a reason to sneak into his window every night now! Lois had began thinking the two were dating

D: Us? Dating? Please! He is way too good for me!

J:

L: awwww, gosh, how haven’t you been swept off your feet yet?

J: he has, but he has rejected them all

D: what can I say? I’m a gay theater kid ( this is a /j i promise a big big joke ) so they gotta be dramatic enough to put up with me, AND they need to do something big and bold to actually catch my eye

L: *laughs* take notes, jon

J: mom!

• jon has gone to a few of Damian’s plays and to dress rehearsals

• he was also there to watch damian wreck a car during his drivers test

D: there was a fricking squirrel there, J!

J: are you sure? maybe you’re just a shitty driver?

D: you’re a shitty driver!

J: cmon don’t pout

D: ‘m not!

• he was pouting. oopsie. jon did get him ice cream after

• jon goes by abnormal, because he’s an alien and because I don’t have any other ideas

J: this girl asked me out

M: oh? who! tell us!

D: ..what?

J: yeah, in my physics class

T: ooh! get it, jonno

M: give us a name, coward!

J: her name is Charlotte— but she goes by charlie. she’s.. different. red head. pretty freckles—

M: pretty freckles? does Jonny have a crush?! Oh my gosh, our sons growing up, Tai!

T: im about to start sobbing

J: fuck offff— D?

D: huh?

J: you’re being quiet, you plotting??

D: uh. yeah! duh- *he nudged jons shoulder with his, forcing a grin* figuring out ways to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend.

J: sucha brat- * jon ended up putting Damian into a playfully chokehold *

• damian just played along. he just smiled and watched as jon began walking with her instead of their friend group

M: hey- kid- you alright?

D: I’m onto a year younger than you Maya.

M: tou didn’t answer the question

D: I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be? You’re silly.

• tai ended up pulling him aside

T: when are you going to tell him?

D: how am I supposed to when he basically has a girlfriend now?

T: are you just gonna sit there and pine all day??

D: yes, thank you for understanding

• he’s a stubborn little shit and will absolutely not confess, his best friend is happy, who is he to ruin that?

T: he’s totally jealous.

J: so- do you- do you think it’ll work? That he’ll be surprised?

T: totally

J: thank you for lending me your girlfriend, Maya

M: anytime- not literally- you aren’t having her again

• this was all a trick, sorry, d.. jon does like you

• ( hope you all saw that foreshadowing earlier :) )

• damian needed big and dramatic. jon was gonna do that. even if he was uh. sorta aloof and shy.

• he learned how to sing and play the guitar for Damian. maya and tai were gonna scatter flower petals onto the floor for Damian to follow ( they will tell him too too )

• the whole school will probably watch as Damian finally gets a big dramatic proposal

• damian will love it

M: just follow the petals!

D: I’m confused

M: trust us

• damian did and followed the petals and low and behold, jon kent with a guitar and small smile

D: j-jon?

J: hey. I wrote you a song

D: no you didn’t

J: shut up and listen dumbass

*after that amazing song of how Jon asked damian out to homecoming*

D: that was amazing

J: dramatic enough for you?

D: YES! ( damian went and sprinted to jon, hugging him so tightly before leaning in to kiss him ) we are boyfriends now right

J: yeah, idiot

D: ur the idiot

• I can’t add anymore because myphones really laggy, I hope you enjot

#cliche asks #jondami #damijon #personality swap #Damian wayne #Jon kent #background swap

[loismagic]

NSFW meme: stay and/or “I won’t break”

"I won't break" (nswf meme)

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He's holding back, Lois could tell. His hands are roaming her body at a carefully annoyingly measured pace. Gone was their usual boldness; fingers that once dug into her skin were now gentle caresses.

In lieu of the scalding desire that would arise as his calloused hands explored her every crevice, a tickle would creep up her spine and threaten to make her giggle. But Lois didn't want to giggle. She wanted to come, dammit.

"Clark," she growls beneath him. Her bangs framed her face and she attempted to blow them away, as her own nails dug on his skin. Not out of pleasure, but frustration.

Her husband hums in response, lips trailing feather light kisses along her jawline.

Lois bites her lip, wishing upon whatever higher power that Clark would break free out of his current reserve, bite her neck the way he used to, mark her enough to warrant a faux death glare from her 'because we can't have people thinking things at work, Casanova'.

She arches into him, his jean clad bottom barely meeting her own, still covered in a dainty soft pink cotton thong. But he still seemed miles away, body barely pressing against hers as he continued with his mild-mannered touches.

Lois finally huffs in annoyance, pushing away at his chest until a confused pair of eyes met hers.

"Smallville...."

His brow furrows more, head tilting to the side like a puppy who's heard a noise for the first time. "Everything okay?"

She tries not to let the irritation grow, because he's sweeping her bangs off her face, thumb caressing her cheek and being too damn sweet to her right now.

"I know this is new territory, but I won't break if you go a little faster. Or, you know, not at a snail's pace."

His lips purse and she wants to kick his ass for being too cute and exasperating at the same time.

"Lois, I don't think-"

"Clark, I'm pregnant not made out of porcelain."

"Yes, but-"

"You read all the books and talked to Emil." Her eyebrows rise for emphasis, remembering how Clark blushed when Lois brought up their sex life to her now OBGYN. "I'm not riding a roller coaster, it's just sex. A little rough and tumble isn't going to hurt mini Smallville."

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face at the mention of their mini Smallville, as she'd so proudly dubbed their little one. Ever since finding out that she was pregnant, in addition to the constant joy she found on her husband's face, it was a continuous ride of over protectiveness- one that's caused one too many disagreements.

Clark sighs, "I just don't want to hurt you, or the baby."

Her face softens despite her current sexual frustration. Lois cups his face in her hands, "Honey, that is not going to happen." He gives her a split second of a smile, before she's flipping them over. She smirks down at him. Knowing that she can still catch the man of steel by surprise still gives her ego a boost.

"Lois-"

She grabs hold of his hands, placing them on her abdomen. "Clark, I love you, but if you're not going to get the job done right, I will." She leans down until she's a breath away from his lips. "Otherwise, mama's not gonna be too happy. And if mama's not happy..." She pulls back, reaching behind her to unclasp her matching bra.

"No one is?" Clark swallows back. Her rounded breasts come into view and he suddenly feels like a teenager for the first time again. Her breasts have grown during the pregnancy and he's most definitely noticed that particular change in her body.

After tossing the pink lace to the side, she pokes his nose, flashing him with a smile. "Exactly, Smallville. So, what's it going to be?" Her hands reach for his pants, already tented and possibly painfully tight on him.

He grits his teeth, breathing through his nose as her hands caress him with the same gentleness he held with her just moments before.

"Tit," her finger runs up the length of him, "for tat?" and down. "Or will you realize that just because you knocked me up doesn't mean I'm going to crumble over some good lovin'?"

Clark huffs out a laugh that turns into a groan when she squeezes him a little harder. "Good lovin' huh?" Lois barely catches the fire behind his baby blues before he's flipping her over again. It wasn't the usual boisterous movement he uses on her, but after the tentative touches from their earlier foreplay, she decides she'll take it.

"Well," Lois swallows the lump of arousal that arose once again, "I guess that's for me to decide. You wouldn't want to disappoint your baby mama, now would you?"

"Lois," Clark chuckles. He kisses the smirk off her lips, just as quickly hitching her thigh against his so his erection could meet her center.

She's gasping out a Clark! that fuels his own blood, the majority of it rushing south as he flushes his body against hers.

"Promise me you'll let me know if it's too much?"

Her eyes flutter at his husked tone, and the delicious friction between them causes her back to arch. "Smallville, with you, it's never too much."

#ask #my fanfic #clois fanfic #prompts #idk how I feel about this #I haven't written in months #but I wanted to try something again #ah it's a mess. but I did it! #btw ash yours is next #don't mind me I just feel like Bambi learning how to walk #except it's me writing again

[lovecinnatwist]

Hi! Oh man i loved your abo!jaydick GCG dick cheating with jason. Would you do more? I’m dying to know what happened afterwards.

No problem Anon! I hope this fulfils your needs!

After Freedom PRT II - JayDick  / KaraDick

Contains: Omegaverse, Cheating Dick, Angst and mating cycles/in heat

The affair doesn't stop there.

Dick is drawn to Jason like a moth to a flame. At night in Kara's arms, he finds himself longing for the other alpha.  Kara's gentle fondness being scorched away by Jason's lawless lust. He knows that nothing will come of it. That each forbidden tryst brings them closer to the end. Still, Dick knows that he will go back for more. Wanton and passionate in the brief moments he can steal.

He hears Kal cry in the cradle, the baby decidedly ready for another feeding. Dick's chest is sore from Jason's mouth earlier. He doesn't let that stop him from getting up, however. Not performing his omega duties would make Kara suspicious. Something he can't afford. Not after imprinting on Kal and certainly not after giving so much to his new family.

His alpha doesn't stir. She sleeps silently but does sigh as his warmth leaves the bed. She's stunning. Always has been and always will be. He drinks in the sweet serenity on her face. The beauty he finds is unearthly. How did he ever think this woman- his alpha had been human?

How did he ever think something this beautiful could love him?

His feet carry him to Kal with familiar ease. The nursery only right across the hall from their room. The second Dick peers over the edge the baby's wails come to a stifle. His chubby fingers reach up with a desperation that makes Dick's heart glow.

At least he never had to wonder how Kal felt about him. This incredible, marvellous child is his in every meaning of the word. He coos down at his fussing baby and gets a puppy whimper in return.

" Shh, Mama's here. "

He picks up Kal with care. Despite how tender his chest is, milk still swells to the surface. It's instincts. The same ones that made him lactate the first time he held the pup. Privately he nuzzles down into silky soft hair. The action earns him a huff. Kal clearly too hungry to enjoy the affection.

" It's okay Kal, I'm going to feed you right now. "

He makes his way over to the large nursing chair in the corner. It's one of the most luxurious things they own. The cushions are plush and support his back, while the bottom rocks with just a little movement. He's spent so many hours here. Not only feeding Kal but also reading to him and playing games.

A dark voice reminds him that he could lose this. That if he gets caught with Jason, it will jeopardize his claim over his pup. That Kara can take him away and Dick will be out with no pack and no one.

He swallows down the guilt and fear like a shot of whisky.

Once both he and Kal are comfortable, he pulls up his shirt and tucks it around his neck. He looks down into beautiful blue eyes. The pup nuzzling against the bare skin with fervency. It takes very little to lead him to a nipple and get him to latch on.

The relief that goes through him when the pup finally does is soothing. Kal is a vigorous eater. His little mouth nurses milk so quickly that some spills. Dick coos, tenderly brushing away stray droplets. It's uncomfortable but doesn't hurt which he's grateful for. Like this, he can enjoy Kal's serene expression and the sweet smell of content pup.

It melts his heart a little more. For a brief instant, he allows himself to imagine a little girl with blonde hair. Maybe with his blue eyes and Kara's complexion. Kal would be a wonderful big brother he's sure and Kara- well she's already an incredible alpha. What would be one more pup to their family?

For a while content, suckling sound keeps him busy. His awareness entirely on the adorable baby in his arms. It doesn't take long to shift, however. Not with the way soft black, curls and wide blue eyes make him think of Jason.

He's sure this is what their pup would look like.

How many times has Jason whispered this fantasy in his ear? How long did it take for the idea to take root in his very core? Thinking of Kara and his child has always been a thing. Since Dick's taken on the omega role in the pack, it's always been a possibility.

When did he start thinking of Jason with that kind of possibility too?

A content whine draws him out of his daydream. Kal tilting to the side clearly done. Dick smiles and shifts the baby over his shoulder so he can burp him. It takes very little to get him to do so. A few light taps and Kal is comfortable and sleepy once again.

Dick never thought he could be a mother, let alone such a good one. He feels pride at the way he'd managed to give himself over to this role. Once Kal is fast asleep, Dick carefully takes him back to his crib. He stands over the cradle afterwards. Just staring at this beautiful, wonderful child that he's been given. He doesn't realize how long he's standing there until slivers of sunlight come through the curtains. He swallows the uncertainty that comes with it.

" You're up early. "

Kara's warm arms encircle him from behind. Pulling him into a steady embrace that makes him feel secure. He doesn't let his eyes leave Kal, but he does reach back to touch her. The alpha tangles their fingers before bringing them to her mouth to kiss.

" Kal was hungry. "

Is all he offers. Kara accepts it without question. She nuzzles into his neck and draws in deep breaths of his scent. It's intimate and tender. Typically Dick would preen under this attention. Now all he feels is guilt curling in his gut.

" You smell good. Your heat must be coming up. "

Dick licks his lips. It's rare for Kara to mention his heat. At least in this context. There's a dark murmur in her voice that sounds almost possessive. Like an alpha claim that he's never gotten before. A hopeful part of him swells.

" Yea- next week. Lois said she'd watch Kal for me. "

He swallows. Choosing his next words carefully.

" Do you want to spend it together?"

Turning up the omega charm, Dick looks down through his lashes. Pressing his curves against her in a way he hopes is suggestive. The action makes Kara step back. The loss of her heat lets him know the rejection is coming before she speaks.

We can't 

" We can't. "

We aren't in a stable place.  

" We aren't in a stable place. "

We need to focus on Kal.

" We need to focus on Kal-"

Dick stops her. They've had this conversation so many times. Why they can't cross the line. Why they can't take it any further. New Gotham needs Super Girl, she needs to stay focused. He's tired of the excuses. Tired of being pushed to the side.

" That's not enough to make a relationship work Kara."

The alpha tenses. The air around her visibly shifts the atmosphere. Her posture is defensive. The same way it always is when they talk about this.

" What's that supposed to mean? "

God, they were going to argue. What Dick wouldn't give to not fight about this for once.

" It means that I have needs too. That you have responsibilities to more than just new Gotham."

Kara's eyes flit away, unable to keep eye contact. He knows she loves being a hero. He's glad that she can make a difference and help people. Still, why is it every morning she leaves his mouth feels tastes bitter. It isn't enough anymore. She leaves him in charge of taking care of the house while she takes care of New Gotham but then who takes care of him?

" You don't- "

His voice cracks before he can continue. Emotion thick in his throat. He can't bring himself to say it. How can he be honest when what they have is already so delicate? He curls in on himself and takes a step back. Something about his demeanour cools Kara off. Her gaze softens.

" What,  What don't I do Dickie? "

God, he just wants things between them to be good. Like a customary alpha and omega pair. Like a proper pack. The emotions bubble inside of him until their spilling out of his eyes. He can't bring himself to say the words. Can't bring himself to ask for what he needs.

All it takes is a soft hand taking his for him to break. For him to confess.

" You don't treat me like your omega..."

It feels too quiet to convey everything swirling around inside of him. The guilt, resentment and fear. Emotions that have been slowly poisoning him every day and making it harder and harder to be alive.

He feels oh so tired.

Understanding blooms in Kara's eyes for the first time since they've gotten together. She reaches out for him with warm hands that burn. Drawing him into an embrace that shatters his walls. Tears of defeat fall involuntarily.

" Oh, Dick. Oh, Dickie, I'm so sorry I've been a terrible alpha to you."

The sympathy of her tone makes him sob.

" I'm so sorry Dick you're right. I don't share your heats, I don't help you with Kal, I don't take care of you... "

She’s shorter than him so he has to duck into her. Hiding his wet face into her fragrant neck. She strokes his hair with care. Whispering apologies that make his heart full. Then murmuring promises he finds himself believing.

" I'll do better alright? How about I spend the 3rd day with you. I can't stay for the entire thing- but I'll at least be there for when it gets really bad. "

Dick's arms squeeze around her shoulders. He hesitantly smiles into her warmth. Enjoying the embrace and vibrations of her soft alpha rumble. His heats have always been dreadful. He wouldn't mind them having their first time then. During the height when he's most sensitive and desperate. The thought draws a wavering purr from his throat.

" Yea? you mean it?"

Kara hovers enough to brush their noses together. Her touch is soft and comforting. She holds his face in her hands. Soothing his broken heart with care.

" I mean it. "

He believes her without question, swallowing down his bitter confessions of betrayal on his tongue. How could he let Jason lead him away from this? Why did he doubt Kara would understand? Why didn't he just talk to her in the beginning?

They stay like that for a while. Gently holding each other until Kal stirs. When he does, It's the alpha who picks him up. Taking Dick by his hand and leading the omega to the kitchen.

They would be alright. Dick just needs to trust her.

After they make arrangements for his heat, Dick makes a vigorous effort to avoid Jason Todd. He goes to the market in New Gotham even though it's further. He doesn't go back to Big Al's and generally keeps away from where he can usually find the alpha.

After all, Kara has bought him a trunk full of nesting material for their first time. He, himself has gone to the doctor to get a birth control shot. Everything's right on schedule to happen. He doesn't want to mess this up. He doesn't need any unnecessary distractions.

" Wing! "

The voice is loud enough to carry over the park. Dick finds himself shifting his hold on Kal, his steps becoming long. He has no hope at outrunning the alpha, but he tries anyway. Jason cuts him off with physical effort. The man outright sprinting.

" Jason. "

He hopes it comes across as cold and indifferent. He clutches Kal to his bosom but has to loosen when the pup whines. His heart is pounding in his chest. Memories flood to the surface and drown his lungs. His pup, as if picking up his distress, starts to whine.

"  You shouldn't be here. "

Jason ignores it. Dick hates how relieved the alpha looks. He can tell from the open body language that a heavy, weight is taken off of him. He doesn't want to think about what that means. Looking too deeply into Jason's affection means losing the nerve to chose his family.

To his credit, the man does keep his distance. Blue-Green eyes look at Dick to the baby, then back at him. It makes him feel uncomfortable. It's almost as if he's exposing his pup to his infidelity. To his disloyalty.

" I know, I'm sorry you just disappeared. I didn't know if you were alright. "

Dick closes in on himself. It's this that drew him into the alpha. The concern, the caring, the attention. Of course, it had been too easy to fall for him. He had been broken before, desperate and wanting. Not now though, now he can still feel the burning weight of Kara's words. They ground him and stop him from leaning into temptation.

" I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me anymore. "

The words are thick in his mouth. His tongue feels heavy. It's nothing he can't handle. Not when he and Kara are finally going to fix things.

" I-I'm spoken for. "

Alpha possession flashes in Jason's eyes but quickly retreats. Dick doesn't look into it. He doesn't want to acknowledge the sorrow, the heartbreak. The man gives him a teasing smile. Here, in the light of day and away from the bar, he can see it for what it is, self-conscious.

A facade.

" She can't give you what I can. "

Dick doesn't waver.

" You're right, she'll give me more. "

Jason tenses, his back straight and eyes searching. Dick can see the disappointment in the clench of his jaw and the tightness of his fist. Still, he stands across from him. Trying not to let the sudden burst of emotion make him hesitate.

" Yea? Well, whenever this phase of hers fizzles out. Whenever your little pack falls apart again. Don't think you can come back to me. Don't think I'll take you back. "

The words hurt more than Dick wants to admit. Though he knows that this has gone on way longer than it ever should have. Jason had been a fantasy, an idea that made him feel better about himself. This had all be a mistake.

" I was never yours, to begin with. "

Jason's jerks, recoiling from the words like a physical blow. The barely concealed pain there is hard to stomach.

There are people all around them in the park. Thankfully, no one he knows. The display earns them a few brief glances. Nothing to be worried about. The audience seems to make Jason restless. The alpha struggles, the attention clearly making him uncomfortable.

" You'll eat those words, and it won't be me who feeds them to you. "

Dick rolls his shoulders back. " I won't."

The only other time he's seen Jason quite this red is in the bedroom. Embarrassment and shame roll off of him. Nearly masking the subtle scent of pain and anguish. It makes Dick feel at least a little guilty. He should have never led the alpha on.  

Somewhere deep inside he had known it wasn't just sex. The promises and touches that offered more had been genuine. Just as real as Jason's constant offers to run away with him.

The alpha leaves just as quickly as he came. Stocking off to his bike, and getting on with a rough heavy-handedness he's never seen. The machine roars to life and Jason tears off loud enough to draw the attention of everyone nearby. The noise is deafening. Ripping a cry from the small pup in his arms.

Dick soothes Kal. Rocking him while pressing soft kisses to his scalp. Long after Jason is out of sight, he keeps crying.

At least the worst part was over with, maybe now they both could move on.

The journey back home is exhausting. Dick finds himself falling apart before he even gets through the door. He pushes on to get Kal ready for his nap. The baby needs it, maybe he does too.

He bathes, changes and feeds Kal on autopilot. He needs time to emotionally decompress, a break. The second his pup settles down in the cradle he gets it.

Jason's words replay in his mind on a loop. His face is vivid in Dick's memory. The guilt rises in his throat like bile. Making him feel dirty and beaten. He's wrong. Kara loves him, she wants him. Jason just wants to mess things up, to make Dick doubt so they can go back to their previous arrangement.

" Don't come back to me. "

Dick strips out of his clothing. The sudden need for a shower making his skin crawl. He reminds himself that he's done a good thing today. That working on things with his pack alpha is way more important than a rouge alpha. His family needs his mind and heart here.

Once he gets under the hot spray, tension starts to bleed from his body. It's a small comfort, one that he isn't afraid to bask in for a moment. He needs to focus on the positives. Like his upcoming heat in two days.

He could process all of this after. When he's feeling a little more stable in his and Kara's relationship. A small smile comes to his lips at the thought. They were fixing things.

Dick manages to throw himself into his chores to keep himself busy from any thoughts of Jason Todd. The closer he gets to his heat, the more excitement bubbles in his chest. He's adjusted all the furniture in the master bedroom three times now. He wants everything to be perfect for his and Kara's first time.

He's never been one for nest building, but he tries his hands at it anyway. It's a little messy and full of colours that clash, but he loves it. It smells like them and their home. It's warm and safe. Moreover lying in it makes Dick's blood hum. He feels blessed.

The moment the well-known itch of heat starts to break out on his skin he's ready. He spends the first two days satisfying and touching himself to ideas of Kara. Of her firm hands and sunshine scent. His thighs tremble with the knowledge the soon she'll be inside him. A more optimistic part of him yearns for her bite.

He tries not to get too caught up, but he does allow himself a few smaller fantasies. One's that leave him panting in the middle of the pretty nest of fabric. By the time the third day comes his skin is nearly searing. He's so worked up with keen excitement that he finds himself throbbing for it.

It takes a lot of discipline not to touch further, to deny himself in anticipation for Kara. For her touch, for her hands and for her knot. He whines into one of her jackets. Drawing in her scent by the lungfuls. He can't believe he's so close to getting everything he wants.

Dick doesn't realize she's hasn’t come until the last day. His body trembling against sweat and tear, soaked fabric. His first moment of clarity is terrifying.

Jason was right.

#JayDick #KaraDick #gotham city garage #Cheating Fic #The Cost of Freedom #Sorry Anon this probably isn't what you wanted #Hopefully someone likes it though #ficlets

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Midnight: Chapter 4

A/n: I bet you thought I was going to make you wait. Honestly I couldn’t apparently I have the patience of a Gnat. I hate waiting and seeing as i’m ready for Clark to show up here it is. I will say this mostly follows Justice League, but of course with the addition of my OFC. As always you guys are awesome! 

Warnings: Mild Violence, Language, Slow Burn

Pairing: Clark Kent- Superman/ Metahuman! Black!OFC

Rating: Eventual M

In case you are behind: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Midnight: Chapter 4

*Flashback * Just about 4 years ago

I could hear people screaming, I was moving as fast as I could. 

Buildings and cars burned as people ran away screaming, crying as their lives crumbled in front of their eyes. I was doing my best to try and save the innocent people all needing my help. Lex Luther had created a monster. Wonder Woman, Batman, and Superman were all fighting. It would make no sense for me to go up there yet, not when so many lives are held in the balance, not when Clark basically forbade me to go. 

 I was helping the last of the families in a 6 story building get out, when the energy in the atmosphere changed. More specifically, Clark’s energy had shifted. He normally radiated an enormous amount of power that I could feel from anywhere in the state, and it made my powers increase by proxy, but something was wrong, it was going down, and I could feel my own power decreasing. 

I took off, pushing myself to the limit, leaping from building to building trying to get to him. I landed on the building across the street just as Clark flew himself into the monster, pushing some sort of spear into himself. The glowing green tip clearly infected with the one type of element that would weaken him. I cried out feeling his energy fade as Batman and Lois surrounded him.

I pushed as much of the energy I could, but it did no good. I was getting ready to jump to the next building, but when I felt his energy die out, it was pointless.

I screamed in agony, the windows nearby shattering in distress, Batman took a look around at my voice, but wasted no time taking off, Woman in tow, leaving Lois to cry over Clark’s body. I leaped, landing on the roof. Lois looked at me, tears running down her face. I knew I had to look similar. I dropped to my knees next to him. Grasping his hand, pushing energy again, but it was not returned. 

He was gone. 

The realization just allowed for new flood or tears as I dropped my head to his still chest for the man I considered a friend. I cried for what we could have been. Openly sobbing for Clark leaving this world thinking I hated him. I was weeping for the loss of Clark Kent, the man I had fallen in love with despite knowing he would never love me back…

*End Flashback*

I wiped a few stray tears that had fallen down my cheek as I remembered the night Clark had passed. He never had any clue I was pregnant and neither did I. I had no clue that my son would also lose the opportunity to know how great his father was. If I were being honest with myself I didn’t know if I would have told him. If this plan of Bruce Wayne’s worked, and Clark didn’t come back as a shadow of himself, I still wanted to stay far away. I had been doing a great job of raising Kalen by myself. I wouldn’t run the risk of Superman deciding I wasn’t worthy and taking my son. 

No I wouldn’t tell him. I couldn’t...

Bruce agreed to let me come back to meet the team to revive Clark tomorrow, but only after Kalen woke up. Ms. Alphonse was more than okay with watching Kalen for me and while I didn’t tell her where I was going she understood. I didn’t expect to be gone more than a day at worst. I made Kalen breakfast, and when he woke up he seemed to feel much better.

 “Mommy I’m hungry!” He says excitedly. 

He is strong enough to get himself into the kitchen chair, where I sat his paw patrol place mat and eventually the matching  plate with his food on it. I let him get about halfway done, before he got too full and fidgety to listen.

 “Alright baby so when you are done eating I’m going to take you over to Ms. A’s house. Mama has to go away overnight, so you get to have a fun sleepover with her okay.”

Tears welled up in his eyes as the fork clanged on the plastic plate.

 “I wanna go, Plwease??”

  “You can’t come with mommy this time, but I promise when I get back tomorrow we will have a fun day together, just you and me.”

He begins to cry harder and I pull him into my arms. Even at three he was getting to big for me to hold, but I would hold him until I couldn’t anymore. 

  “I think Ms. A is gonna be really sad if you don’t go with her. I need you to be a big boy for me. Help protect her for me please?”

I said wiping tears off of his face he sniffs into my neck, and I grab a paper towel wiping his nose. 

He finally calms down enough for me to get him dressed and down the hall. I left my extra key with Ms. Alphonse. Dressed in a pair of jeans, a dark blue half shirt and black leather jacket with matching rider boots. My hair sat in a messy bun on the top of my head so I couldn’t have to bother with it if I needed to shift my outfit. I leaned down to his height, kissing his cheeks and hugging him, tickling him around his sides and stomach, making him laugh in glee. 

  “Kalen Joseph Smith I love you very much. You be good for Ms. A and if I get a good report I will take you for some ice cream when I get home.” Excited he began jumping around.

  “Kalen be good and strong and brave.” He says to me in a small voice.

I didn’t want to leave him even if I would only be gone that day. 

   “Mommy loves you. Gimme a hug!”

He jumps into my arms with the biggest hug he could manage.

I said my goodbyes and looked at my phone where Bruce texted me that he had sent a car for me and it was waiting downstairs...

*Later*

Man as if I wasn’t already in pain from leaving my son, I was about to lose my shit. I had serious reservations about this rag tag team Bruce Wayne put together. They could hate me and if things went south with Clark then I would be the next target, by affiliation. I sighed, and sat back as the driver navigated various turns until I found myself back in Metropolis. I was guided to Star Labs, a place I knew did phenomenal work in various fields. If life had planned out differently for me then I could have fancied myself as a scientist or something, but it was not in the cards for me. I came into the large chamber not truly prepared by the on-slot of eyes on me also that everyone would be in uniform. I waved my hand, my outfit melting into my suit and mask.

  “Bruce, who is this?” Asked Wonder Woman and everyone else was on the defensive ready to attack me. I rolled my eyes, then used them to glare at the man in the bat suit.

  “Damn it Bruce. If you are going to call a girl in at least make sure you tell folks. I prefer not to have my ass handed to me by Wonder Woman.”

I smiled at her and she seemed to relax some. Bruce came over to stand next to me handing me a comm, and watched me as I put it in.

  “She is here for backup only. A little insurance for those of us that are skeptical about Clark’s return to the world. This is Midnight.”

I smiled at everyone, and took a seat on some nearby steps of the craft, leaning back on the steps behind me. I had a shield up already if any of them tried anything. 

  “You seem really relaxed for the situation we are in.” Said a young boy in a red suit, clearly unsure of me, but not willing to go against the grain. He had a lot of nervous energy and as for everyone else it was much of the same and Aquaman had only relaxed a fraction since I showed up. He was very powerful as well. I shrugged in a nonchalant way which annoyed Aquaman and amused the half Cyborg and The Red-suit. 

   “I am only here to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone. More specifically, any of you. He wakes up and I’m gone like I was never here.”

   “Let’s get this show on the road.” Bruce says and the team seems to get on board. They explain the plan as it’s modified to where the boy in the suit says he can generate enough energy to start the machine. The plan went into action and I shifted the light fields around me to become invisible. A skill I picked up after Clark’s death. Honestly I thought it was a subconscious way to disappear because I wanted so badly to do so. Now it was a valuable defensive skill.

As the cube touches the water, time seems to slow down for me but in reality it doesn’t. Seconds later Clark shoots out of the water, busting a hole through the alien spacecraft. The sudden return of his energy to my immediate vicinity caught me completely off guard. It had been a long time since I felt energy like this course though me. I dropped to my knees, coughing a  fit, trying to adjust was painful. Batman came over to me, knowing where I was due to the heat signature in his mask.

  “Are you okay Midnight?”

  “I am *cough* fine. Clark just has an enormous amount of energy. I will be fine in a few moments, just go make sure he is okay. I’ll join you guys soon.”

We heard the sounds of a fight starting above and Batman left me. I coughed again and scrambled to my feet. A quick scan told me Clark’s energy was all over the place and he was confused. I knew it would not turn out good for anyone the longer I stayed down. I leaped out the same hole Clark had created with my newfound energy, and if I were being honest with myself it was like breathing again. Actually with all of them in the same area as me, I had never felt more powerful. 

I landed just as Clark hovered over Wonder Woman, ready to actually hurt her. I tossed up a shield just as Batman appeared.

  “I know you.” Clark says leaving from in front of her to fly to Bruce before I could toss a shield. He had him lifted in the air by his face after kicking his ass. 

                    “You won’t let me live, you won’t let me die.”

He growls and I could feel Bruce panicking although he wouldn’t outwardly admit it. I tried to formulate a shield between the two of them. It would be the equivalent of standing between them and pushing at Clark’s chest. 

It got Clark's attention but not in the way I wanted. He tossed Batman like a rag doll, I tossed some sort of shield his way to soften the blow of the ground, but because it was so hasty I was sure I would hurt. Meanwhile I had no time to prepare myself for Clark slamming into me, then reach up and grab me by the neck. 

  “I may not be able to see you, but it won’t stop me from killing you.”

He growled in my face and I grasped at my neck, trying to pull him off of me. I could have blasted him back, I was strong enough to do that, but that would hurt him, maybe even irreparably. I couldn’t hurt this man even if I tried.

      “Clark Please Don't.”

I choked out and recognition in his eyes as The Clark we all knew returned and I could feel my visibility returning as my oxygen levels depleted.

  “CLARK!”

We both heard and his head whipped behind him. He didn’t toss me as he had done to Batman. He sat me down gently as I coughed and he ran to Lois, it was always her. It would always be her. 

It didn’t hurt any less for him to fly away with her in his arms. 

I wiped the blood from my nosebleed caused by the choking. I shifted back into full visibility as Bruce groaned from where he landed behind me.

               “Oh something is definitely bleeding.”

I don’t know why but that was hilarious to me and I started laughing even though it hurt my throat.

    “Yeah I told you Clark was gonna beat your ass on sight.”

He actually laughed with me as the team came over. The joy of laughter quickly ended as a major shift of energy happened and suddenly this horned figure appeared. Taking the cube looking thing, I shot a blast of electric type energy it it’s direction but it still managed to get away.

     “Steppenwolf has the third box.”

I dropped my head back on the grass in frustration...

A/n: So here is Clark... I once again I am excited about this story!

#Clark Kent xOFC #clark kent #superman #SUPERMAN X OFC #DCMCU #DCFilms #fanfiction #henry cavill x black ofc #Henry Cavill #justice league #henry cavill x ofc

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"Send me a character": Talia al Ghul

Favorite thing about them: She proves you don't have to be masculine to be strong. She's a very feminine woman that's driven by love, but she manages to avoid the cliche of being soft and weak while she does it. Instead she's one of the most powerful humans in the DC universe.

Least favorite thing about them: That the current Talia is basically Morrison's evil asian baby mama stereotype OC with one of my favourite characters names. He shouldn't have ever been allowed to touch her.

Favorite line: "Everything I do, I do for love." - Red Hood: Lost Days.

BrOTP: Talia and Lois Lane.

OTP: Talia and Shiva, Taliva, Shivia, i dunno whatever ship name anyone comes up with; badass assassin moms taking the kids ass-kicking on weekends.

NOTP: Talia and Bane. That was honestly such a terrifying comics arc, I can't even read any of those issues anymore.

Random headcanon: Not exactly a headcannon, because it was shown in cannon, but she smokes sometimes. The headcannon part is that she does it because Ras wouldn't approve, and it reminds her that she's her own person now, not a tool to get him an heir.

Unpopular opinion: I have two, she would have been an amazing mother if her original characterization had been used and her best characterization was when she broke away from both Bruce and her father to live her own life.

Song I associate with her: Persephone by EmpathP.

Favourite artist: (Changing from favourite picture, because I don't have my comics on hand right now). Jim Lee, how he drew her in HUSH specifically.

#talia al ghul #ask game

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Family

Hello All! Fic I had written ages ago! Finally went through and edited it. Enjoy and feel free to send requests with the other superstar babies!

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“Charlotte Elisabeth Kent!” Mar’i laughs, “Hold still!”

“I’m sorry, Momma! I’m just so excited!” the 8-year-old wiggles as her mother marks her hem. With the annual Father-Daughter dance around the corner, Charlie can barely keep still. Her mother just laughs again, shaking her head.

“Ok, starling, go ahead and change, I've got what I need.” Charlies wiggles out of her dress, pulling on her jeans and t-shirt. She peaks back at her mother, who holds the dress up again to make sure the hem's straight. Hugging her around her waist, Charlie buries her face in Mar’i’s tummy.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, starling.” Mar’i kisses Charlie’s head as the doorbell rings. “How about you answer the door? I’ll be there in a second.”

“Ok!” Charlie skips to the front door. Opening it up, she chirps, “Hello!”

“Oh, shit. It’s you.” A woman with long, dirty blonde hair and sagging skin stands in the doorway.

Charlie tilts her head," Are you a friend of Momma's?"

“Charlie? Who’s here, honey?” Mar’i comes down the hall towards them.

“I’m her mother.” The woman reaches for Charlie. Effortlessly, Mar’i moves in front of her daughter. “She’s—”

“Charlie, baby, why don’t you go get a snack?” Charlie looks up, puzzled. Mar’i runs a hand through Charlie’s short blonde hair, giving her a reassuring smile. As Charlie heads to the kitchen, Mar’i turns her gaze on the woman. “Come in.”

The woman enters the living room. Her eyes glance over the clutter of toys, books, pictures, and laundry around the room. She glances at the pictures on the wall—pictures of Charlie with her brother and sister, of old friends and family, of Jon and Mar’i. Her eyes settle on the last school photo of Charlie before she cut her hair.

“Why’d you let her get a boy cut?” the woman grunts. "And a boy name."

“Charlie's short for Charlotte. She picked it and her haircut. Can I get you—” “You’re not her mother.” The woman turns on Mar’i. Mar’i doesn’t even flinch. “I am. I gave birth to her.”

“Yes, you did, Catherine. And you gave her away.”

Catherine blinks, “How do you know my name?”

“My family hired a private detective. Catherine Jane Mcclory. Age 24. Parents in the upper middle class. In and out of Rehab since you were 15.” Mar’i doesn’t break eye contact. “You had Charlie when you were 16. You were notified of her adoption last year.”

“Yeah, well, now I want her back.”

“It’s not that simple.” Mar'i keeps her voice even, despite the tighteness growing in her chest.

“Yes, it is. She’s mine.”

“Biologically maybe--”

“She belongs to me.”

“No, she doesn’t.” Mar’i steps forward. “She doesn’t belong to you. First, she’s her own person. Second, any claim you had to her you gave up when you sold her. How were the drugs you bought after selling your baby? Was it a good high? Because while you were doing God knows what, Charlie was being tortured. They beat her and starved her and experimented on her. Thank X'hal, they didn't sexually abuse her.”

"I--"

Mar'i cuts her off with a glare, "After two years of freedom, do you think she's magically cured? No. Do you know about the nightmares she has? No, but I do because I'm the one that holds her after them. Do you know why she has scared on her back? No, but I do because I read every lab report of what they did to her—”

“I don’t need you to tell me—”

“Yes, you do!” Mar’i’s anger finally boils over. “You fucking sold her and you don’t even care what they did to her! They tortured and murdered dozens of metachildren! Infants!”

Catherine’s voice wavers, “I gave birth to her!”

“And I’ve loved her!" Mar'i roars. Charlie watches from the doorway, unseen and trembling, "I’ve been here for her! My husband and I have showed up for her, fought for her, and love her! Because she’s an amazing little girl!”

“I’m her mother--

“You don’t know her! You don’t know her favorite book is Charlotte’s Web adn she always cries at the end! You don’t know her favorite color’s teal! You don’t know her best friend is one of her cousins, or that they want to grow up to be vets! You don’t know how to get her to stop crying after a nightmare! You don’t know what to do when her PTSD triggers her powers! You don’t know how kind, smart, brave, funny, and resilient she is! I don't give a fuck if she didn't come out of me! She’s my daughter!”

“I’ll sue!”

“Go ahead! I’m ready to fight for her! Can you say the same?!” Mar’i straightens up, bringing herself to her full height. Charlie bursts into tears at Mar’i’s words. 

“Momma!” She runs to her mommy. Mar'i catches her, lifting her baby up and holding her close, heart breaking at her daughter’s sobs. "Momma, Momma!"

“It’s ok…Momma’s here. I’m right here, beautiful girl, my starling…” Mar’i coos, ignoring Catherine for a moment.

“Don’t make me leave, Momma! Don’t let her take me!” Charlie cries into Mar’i’s shoulder. "I don't want to go back! Don’t let her take me back!"

“She’s not taking you anywhere, baby. In fact.” Mar’i glares at the woman, “She was just leaving.”

“I’m not—"

“Get out of my house. If you want to speak to me or my child again, it will be through a lawyer.” Catherine clearly wants to argue, but Mar’i’s glare is enough to push her out the door. 

She hadn’t been raised in the Batfamily for nothing. 

After she leaves, Mar’i sits on the couch with Charlie. The little girl sobs into her mother's chest for what feels like hours. Mar’i doesn’t let go for a second. She rubs Charlie’s back and kisses her head, murmuring softly, “I’m here, baby. Momma’s right here. You get all that hurt out, ok? I’m not going anywhere.”

Mar’i texts Jon to let him know it’s a bad day. He responds quickly, his parents happy to watch M&M and Peter for the night. It takes a while for Charlie to calm down. She keeps her face hidden, shaking in Mar’i’s arms. 

“Momma?”

“Yes, baby?” Mar'i adjusts her, holding her just a little tighter.

“Why didn’t she want me?”

Mar’i strokes Charlie's hair, “She’s sick, baby. Sick in the head.”

The front door opens, making Charlie flinch and cling to Mar’i. Jon tosses his stuff to the side as he hurries into the living room. Charlie looks up, whimpering, “Daddy…”

“Oh, Charlie.” Jon takes his daughter into his arms, sitting next to his wife. Their daughter's brown eyes flicker between them, swollen and red. Jon kisses her forehead, “What are you feeling?”

“I’m sad…and angry…and scared…and confused.” Charlie rubs her face. Two years of them asking her that make it easier to identify the emotions, even if she doesn’t understand them.

“Ok. That’s ok.” Mar’i holds Charlie’s hands, “What happened earlier was scary and confusing. Do you want to talk to Daddy and me about it?”

Charlie could have said no and run off to her room. They wouldn’t have followed her or pushed her. Instead, she whispers, “Did…did she not want me because of my powers?”

Jon and Mar’i exchange a quick look. After years of showering their children with love and acceptance, celebrating their unique abilities, they aren’t about to let that be undone in one afternoon.

“I don’t know, baby. Like I said, she’s sick.” Mar’i wipes Charlie’s tears away. “Why do you think your powers are the reason she left?”

“’Cause they make me weirdo…”

"Who said that?" Jon asks.

"Mean kids at school. They think all people with powers are weirdos..."

“Really? Well then, Momma’s a weirdo. Daddy’s a weirdo.” Mar’i strokes her daughter’s cheek. “Peter and M&M are weirdos. So are Uncle Jai, Uncle Collie Auntie Irey—”

“Uncle Dami, Aunt Li, and Tia Mimi are weirdos." Jon kisses her head, "Plus, Uncle Chris, Uncle Kon, Gracie, Mama Lois, Papa Clark--"

“Papa Dick’s a bigger weirdo than any of us.” Mar’i teases. Charlie gives a tiny smile, but the tears overpower it. “Baby?”

“My Tummy Momma gave me to the bad people…because of my powers…” She sniffles, squeezing her eyes tight. “She didn’t want me. I wasn't right...”

“Charlotte Elisabeth Kent. Open your eyes for me, ok?” Charlie listens to her mother. “Who’s talking to you right now?”

“My Momma…”

“Who’s holding you right now?”

“My Daddy…” 

“That’s right.” Mar’i kisses Charlie’s forehead. “Do you think we love you less than if you didn’t have powers?”

“No, Momma.”

“Do you think we love Peter or M&M any more because your powers are all different?”

“No, Momma.”

“Your powers are a part of you. They make you so incredibly special, Charlie. But they aren’t the only thing about you. Your powers don’t make you an amazing big sister. They don’t help you be kind and caring to all the animals you come across. Your powers aren’t the reason Daddy and I love you. We love you for you.” Mar’i strokes Charlie’s cheek. “Do you remember what I told you, Peter, and M&M when Daddy and I adopted you?”

Charlie nods, hiccupping, “We grew in your heart, not under it.”

“That’s right baby. You grew right here.” Mar’i place’s her hand over her own heart then Charlie’s. “Starling, families come in all shapes and sizes. All that binds them togetther is what’s in here..”

“We love you so much, Charlie.” Jon kisses her head. “So, so much.”

“I don’t look like you.”

“So? I don’t look like Chris, but he’s my brother. Momma doesn’t look like Uncle Damian, Auntie Stephanie, or aunt Cass, does she?” Charlie shakes her head. “But we love them.”

Mar’i kisses Charlie’s hands. “You’re our baby girl. No matter what. Forever and always.”

“Forever and always.” Jon confirms.

“Forever and always.” Charlie parrots. Maybe she’ll believe it. Jon and Mar’i take turns holding her that night, letting her cry and feel what she needs to. Assuring her that she’s safe with them.

 After a dinner that she doesn’t touch, Charlie goes to her room for some quiet time. Coming out of the bathroom, Jon finds Mar’i sitting at the edge of their bed, biting her thumb as she reads a file. Charlie’s file from Cadmus. He gently takes the papers from her hands. 

“Mar’i. You can’t torture yourself with this.”

“Want a bet?” Mar’i stands, yanking the files away. “They documented every single horrific thing they did to her, Jon. All the experiments, her lab results, her feeding schedule. That woman…she gave Charlie to them. She let them hurt her. “

“I know.”

Mar’i throws the file onto her nightstand. Her voice breaks a bit, “They hurt our babies, Jon. I know they weren’t ours then, but they are now. Catherine doesn’t get to walk into her life now, claiming to be her mother because she shares Charlie’s DNA.”

“I know.” Jon pulls her into his arms, holding her tight. “It’s going to be ok. Charlie’s safe. She’s right down the hall and she knows that we’re here for her. Right now, there’s nothing more we can do.”

”I can’t lose my daughter, Jon.”

”You won’t. Catherine was notified of Charlie’s adoption. We did everything we were supposed to.” Jon pecks her lips, “No one would survive your wrath if they tried.”

”Where would you be during my wrath?”

”Fighting by your side. Like always.”  As they climb into bed, she asks, “What did you tell Peter and M&M?”

“The truth. Their big sister is having a very bad day.” Jon touches the corner of her frown. M&M, thankfully, was too young to remember her time in the Cadmus Lab. She knows that it was a bad place filled with bad people who hurt her brother and sister. Peter and Charlie still get flashbacks of their time there, but with Charlie’s powers, its safer to keep their younger children away on days like today. “Mom and Dad asked me to give her extra kisses and hugs from them.”

“Daddy? Momma?” Charlie peaks through the ajar door. “Can I come in?”

“Of course, cowgirl. Everything ok?” Jon asks. Charlie shuffles in, playing with the edge of her sleep shirt. 

“Can I please sleep in your bed?” She whimpers. Without hesitation, Mar'i and Jon push the covers down, placing a pillow between them. They move a little closer to her, but still give her some space. They relax as she crawl into Mar'i's arms. 

“You feeling a little better?” Jon pulls the covers over them.

“Kinda, Daddy.”

“Do you want to talk about anything?” Mar’i brushes some stray hair from Charlie’s dark brown eyes.

“No, Momma.” Charlie hides her face in Mar'i's chest, reaching and arm back for her daddy. Jon wraps an arm around his wife and oldest daughter, keeping Charlie safe between them.

#mar'i grayson #Jon Kent #jonathan samuel kent #nightstar #Superboy #superstar

[tjovalboy]

lmao the first one was so good so im sending another jsjsjs cyrus helping tj come out to his parents and tj raps it and cyrus is like ?? I didnt expect you to do it that way but alright

There was a lot Cyrus didn’t know about TJ.

He never mentioned his older sister in high school, his extensive vinyl collection, and his job at a children’s gym until far into their friendship, making it seem to Cyrus like he hid things. It was secretive, like he had this whole world buzzing inside him that Cyrus couldn’t get into.

The biggest problem came when he took action. He had ideas, bad ones, that Cyrus couldn’t predict until it was too late. His poker face was solid.

However, on Saturday night, he fidgeted in fear.

They sat on the edge of TJ’s bed, Cyrus rubbing his back comfortingly.

“Breathe. Everything is going to work out fine,” he assured him.

TJ’s eyes were locked outside his window. “You can’t possibly know that.”

“Well, you don’t know it’ll be bad, either,” Cyrus argued, shifting closer.

He remained silent, lost in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

Cyrus bit his tongue so he didn’t scream at him and decided to change the subject.  “So you remember the plan we talked about?”

He nodded simply, and Cyrus stared at him until he recited it back. “We walk downstairs and ask them to pause their movie. I say ‘Mom and Dad, I have something important I want to tell you.’ to get their attention politely. Then, I just come out to them using words from my heart.”

“Right!”

Cyrus was fidgety, himself. How would TJ’s mom and dad react? Would they be okay with their son, the student athlete since diapers wanting to marry a boy? All Cyrus could do was help him learn the social cues of an emotional, serious conversation and hope to goes well. He gripped TJ’s arm, forcing him to look up.

“And you’re sure they’re watching some stupid comedy movie down there they wouldn’t mind you interrupting?”

TJ chuckled, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, Cyrus, they are. Trust me, okay. I’ve practiced for hours today, and I’m not gonna mess up any part of the plan, let alone the most obvious.”

Cyrus nodded and steadied his breath, trusting him for the first time in a while. Of course he knew what he was doing, he convinced himself. He’s coming out to his parents and he was always one to get the results he wanted.

“You ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He tiptoed down the dark, wooden stairwell behind TJ, careful not to misstep and fall. Nearing the doorway to the living room, an indiscernible conversation played out between characters as soft lights flashed from the screen. Adam Sandler, he expected.

However when the screen emerged into full view, all the breath left Cyrus’s lungs.

Fucking Schindler’s List

Before he could yank the dumbass back up to the second story, the room lit up and the screen went black. His heart broke for TJ’s mother and father, curled up together on the couch, their faces wet with Liam Neeson induced tears, while TJ stood chest puffed out in front of them ready to take more of the touching moment and crumble it under his socks.

But the biggest shard to the rib was Jefferson Middle School offering Beginning Spanish as an elective that year.

“Madre, ‘Fadre’, I have something important I want to tell you.”

He imagined TJ chucking the script they wrote together in the garbage can.

“Honey, what is it?” his mother asked through her sniffles.

Cyrus’s heart hammered in his chest and he felt himself go dizzy thinking about what the next words coming out of his mouth would be. There was too much freedom in the plan; too much wiggle room for TJ to do something stupid. His parents were frozen, waiting expectantly.

Then, TJ took a breath.

It was a small and insignificant, but Cyrus recognized it. He had the same small inhale and exhale, along with the somber look in his eyes, months prior when he and Cyrus were starting to get close. It was one of the first of many unexpected talents he revealed to him.

And now, he was going to come out to his parents that way, and there was nothing Cyrus could do to stop him.

“Kaitlyn, Jenny, Clarissa, and Jane;

All the girls you used to tease me ‘bout like Lois Lane.

Had them whip-smart, pretty faces, home after school.

Now they dating round Jefferson with boo boo the fools.

I never really subscribed, never kept up with the drama,

But I’ve been hecka hearin’ Jenny’s hecka grounded by her mama.

Kaitlin’s in some trouble, Lester says she been suspended.

And Jane and Clary both got B.F.’s driving with no license.

Nothing ‘gainst the straight girls but I know that things be different

If I’d gone to dating them, my life would turn rebellious.

Yeah, they dummy influences, but that’s really not the point.

The problem is they female, and girls just not my type.”

TJ’s parents only gave each other warm smiles, still curled up between blankets on the couch.

“Lookit, Mom and Dad,

I’m gay and ‘aint no synonym

For the gritty love I got for you from L.A., York, and Texas, even

Cheering hard at soccer games

B-ball, football, frisbee winning

Got my C-plus on the fridge before I saw the grade, myself, last season.

I’m reaching for the boys living in all of little Shady County.

Cy and I are swinging crazy, but not the way you’re thinking, really.

I know it won’t be peasy,

But it’s dudes that make me cheesy,

And I know my folks believe me,

Cause they wake up every morning loving me like all the world is easy.”

TJ regained his breath and sighed in relief, baffled at himself. Cyrus watched as Mr. and Mrs. Kippen, looking nothing but proud, ran over to their son to hold him tightly at the same time, his arms locked down by theirs.

It appeared that there was no one method to do it, after all. Cyrus laughed to himself, thinking about the absurdity of his precious plan. TJ was one of a kind, and when there was no stopping him, it was probably best anyway that he let him do his own thing.

When TJ finally broke free, he jogged over to Cyrus and, surprisingly, hugged him, too. As he let go, he hoped he didn’t see his cheeks go red.

“Sorry, I made a few minor adjustments. I hope that wasn’t too weird or unpredictable for you.”

Cyrus laughed, because it totally was. “It was perfect.”

#andi mack #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #i can't tell if this is angst or comedy or horror

[a-gay-bloodmage]

—Disaster—

Pairing: Josephine Montilyet x Female Adaar

Pairing Type: F/F

Words: 1,692

Warnings: Clark Kent and Lois Lane but make it Gay, Hopelessly in Love with a Beautiful Femme, Hopelessly in Love with a Beautiful Butch, Even More Sweetness and Shenanigans

"Lady Adaar?" Semiha groaned as a knock on her door sounded. "Please, Inquisitor, I would not disturb you if it were not urgent!"

"I'll be back," she sighed, giving Josephine a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up. Of course some messenger would interrupt them during one of the few moments she could drag her Ambassador away from her work. She buttoned up her blouse and walked down the stairs to the door.

"Thank you," the messenger sighed when she opened the door. He was covered in mud and straw, and smelled like a barn. "We have a bit of a situation on our hands, Herald." She raised a white eyebrow. "We don't know how, and we don't know why, but... the livestock, they... got... out." He was quiet, obviously embarrassed that he'd have to bother the Inquisitor with such a thing.

"Livestock?" She almost laughed. "How many?"

"All of them, Herald," he said in an embarrassed whisper, running a hand through his messy hair. "Again, we don't know how."

"Alright, I'm guessing you want my help getting them contained?" She asked.

"No, no, I just wanted to inform-!"

She shook her head, smiling. It'd been far too long since she got to use some of her strength in the activities she had grown up with. Being a battlemage was fun, sure, but it wasn't as intense a workout as powerlifting heffers. And with half the men of the Inquisition off dealing with something Semiha had already forgotten the details about, that only meant more for her.

"Josie!" She called out into her room as she shooed the messenger away. She bounded up the stairs and ran to her dresser to find her most beat up clothing. "We've got a bit of a situation, it seems," she said as she pulled on a pair of stained beige leggings. "Livestock got out!" She laughed, struggling a little to pull on a qunari-sized work breastband.

"What?" Josephine sounded panicked. "How did the livestock get out? Did someone attack Skyhold?"

"No idea," Semiha shrugged, smiling. "All I know is that we have to fix it!"

"This is a disaster!" She looked over to Semiha, and huffed at her grin. "How are you happy about this?"

"My dear, darling Josephine," Semiha laughed, walking over to the panicked Antivan and kissing her on the forehead. "I was raised on a farm in the Marches. I know a thing or two about corralling animals."

"I did forget about that," she said, looking a little embarrassed. "But still, this is a mess, my Lady!"

"I don't deny it's messy," Semiha grinned, reaching down and grabbing Josephine's hand. "But it could be fun chasing 'em down!"

"You and I have very different definitions of fun, my Lady," she sighed.

Semiha hummed in agreement, smiling as they walked out of her room. Immediately, they were nearly tripped by a goat running frantically through the hall.

"Watch and learn, Princess!" She laughed, letting go of Josephine's hand and running after the animal.

• • ♡ • •

"My Lady!" Josephine sighed, running after the qunari the best she could in her dress. The woman had incredibly long legs. This entire situation was horribly less than ideal. With Cassandra in Orlais talking with Chantry and most of their soldiers on field missions in the surrounding area, there was hardly anybody available to deal with this.

"Got one!" Semiha's joyful voice rang out, and Josephine sighed when she saw the qunari lifting a squirming goat over her head. "Bad goat," she cooed, looking the thing in its strange brown eyes. "Naughty, naughty little goat!" Okay, that was cute.

"My Lady, you're going to get filthy," Josephine said, jogging to catch up with Semiha's walking speed.

"So?" The qunari just laughed. "You've seen me coming back from missions! I think my clothes contain enough mud to build a hut, Josie," she said, smiling as she adjusted the goat in her arms.

"I... I cannot argue with that," she said, defeated. The qunari was always coming back covered in filth from the simplest of missions, armor weighed down with water and dirt. However, that also meant that afterwards, she would be sparkling from a bath, her beautiful, silvery-white afro catching the sunlight, her skin like polished silver, and her horns like glittering onyx.

"Got'cha!" Semiha's laugh pulled Josephine from her thoughts. She scooped up another loose goat in the throne room, and proudly held one under each of her muscular arms. "Come on, let's get to the pens to toss 'em in," she said, smiling down at Josephine, who was completely overwhelmed. "Don't be so stressed," she smiled, "your family was big in the Antivan navy, yes?" Josephine nodded. "Then think of this like a mutiny!" She said, far too cheerfully for the comparison. "Except minus the whole armed and muscular sailors and with cute little farm animals instead!"

Okay, now she could see the comparison more clearly. They stepped outside into the main courtyard, and witnessed the group of inexperienced soldiers and staff attempting to ease the almost comical chaos.

"I am not getting involved," said an annoyed voice from beside them. Dorian.

"Come on, can't you raise the dead or something?" Semiha asked, the two squirming goats held securely under her arms. "Get your little necro-friends to do the work!"

"That takes time and precision and desire to, Inquisitor," he said, leaning against the wall. "And besides, Bull seems to be enjoying himself." He gestured to the courtyard, and heard a joyous shout followed by the Chargers, all with varying animals in their hands as they dragged them back to their pens by the stables. By the hidden softness of his tone, it was clear that Bull was the reason he was most concerned with.

"Hey, Boss!" Bull yelled, grinning. He was holding a particularly heavy calf in his arms.

"I'm joining!" Semiha yelled back, a grin splitting her beautiful face. "Come on, Josie!"

"But I'm wearing-" She huffed, pulling off her dress, stripping down to the leggings she wore beneath and her thin, strap-sleeved shirt. "If you aren't going to get into the mud, do be a dear and put this in my chambers," she said, handing her heavy silk dress over to Dorian. "I'm coming, my Lady!" She called out, quickly stepping down the stairs.

"Fuck yeah!" Bull yelled, clenching his fists in excitement. "Nice of you to join us!"

Semiha just smiled and told her to lift with the knees.

• • ♡ • •

The fact that Semiha was a mage and yet looked like that was a crime.

Josephine could hardly concentrate on holding onto squirming little piglets when she'd look over and see that beautiful qunari woman, bending over in those tight leggings, that qunari breastband doing nothing but holding those large, perfect breasts in place. Her white-silver, tightly curled hair bounced around her horns as she moved, every frizzy hair seeming to catch the sun like she was weaved of silver. Every one of her muscles flexed under that glistening silver skin in the afternoon sun as she easily hefted giant animals over her head. She could go toe-to-toe with the Iron Bull, something Josephine honestly hadn't expected. Then again, she only saw her at Skyhold, soft and sweet in her chambers, and not on the battlefield.

The tiny pig she was holding snorted and tried to escape her grip, and she struggled to keep a hold on the slippery little thing.

"You holding up well, Princess?" Semiha asked, far too casually for someone able to so gently hold a heffer like a lapdog.

"Ah, yes, my Lady," she said, smiling despite the ache in her back. They had been giving her all the small and docile animals she could either carry or lead back to the pens. "I think I'm actually having fun!" She was. Despite the mud in her nice shoes, and the sweat, and the smell of animals, she was having fun. Semiha would constantly sneak up on her, gabbing her waist with her muddy hands, and laughing when she jumped. It was always followed by a kiss on her sweat-slicked neck and a how're they treating you? so it was quite alright.

"Good to hear!" Semiha smiled, her hand on Josephine's shoulder. Most women would be threatened by a large grey hand on their bare skin, but Josephine doubted they would be so frightened if they knew how gentle such hands could be. "It's just you left," she said. "That little piglet was evading Blackwall for a solid five minutes," she laughed, looking down at the offending piglet, who seemed to pride itself on its drawing out of their involuntary little game. She walked Josephine to the pen, and the giant mama pig seemed quite happy to have all her babies back by her side.

"I do think a bath is in order," Josephine said, leaning her back against the wooden fencing. Semiha was leaning forward, elbows resting on the wood, her breastband loose from the physical labor of the day, leaving her chest nearly free, unbound against her ribcage.

Semiha looked over at her, raising a thick white-silver eyebrow and smiling softly. "You say that like we'd be sharing one," she said knowingly.

"Well, it was an idea I had, yes," Josephine said, slightly flushed.

"I think my chambers' tub is big enough if we squeeze," Semiha said, leaving the fence and wrapping a large arm around Josephine's form.

"I am not opposed to this squeezing," Josephine said back, resting her head on Semiha's chest, one hand resting on the arm around her shoulders.

Blackish blush was visible on Semiha's cheeks as Josephine accepted. She smiled, shaking her head a little, her white-silver hair bouncing with the motion. She quickly scooped Josephine up with one easy motion. "Squeezing it is," she said, laughing quietly to herself. Josephine noticed that Semiha held her with the same tenderness as a calf, as if she too was plagued by weak knees and could crumble at the slightest ill touch. She realized that around Semiha, she was, and the comparison didn't bother her at all.

#femslashfeb2019 #semiha adaar #josephine montilyet #josephine x inquisitor #fanfiction #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #original content #da inquisitor #i like this!! shenanigans!! #butches and femmes........... so good. so so good.

[fangzeronos]

A Luthor and A Super FINALE

Ch.1/Ch.2/Ch.3/Ch.4/Ch.5/Ch.6/Ch.7/Ch.8/Ch.9/Ch.10

Six years after the ‘fight’ in the DEO, Kara and Lena moved on with their lives. The autumn after Lex’s death, the various Earths merged when the Monitor appeared again, dumping Kara and her entire life into Earth-1. Unfortunately, not all of her friends made it out of the Crisis unharmed. Barry had disappeared and Oliver had died, leaving their teams behind.

 A few months after the Crisis, what Cisco had called the “Crisis on Infinite Earths”, Lena and Kara had gotten married, with all of their friends attending. Deciding to adopt one child, a four-year-old named Amy Kendra Danvers-Luthor, and have one of their own, Ciara Eliza Danvers-Luthor after her grandmothers, the Luthor-Danvers family grew.

 With every victory or good thing that happened to the family, something bad seemed to happen as well. A year after Ciara’s birth, Kara and Alex received a call from Midvale Police. Arriving on the scene of the crash, the sisters were horrified to realize one of the cars was Eliza. Being able to say their goodbyes to their mother, Kara did her best to help but finally had to stop to get Alex away. A few weeks later, Kara got a call from Clark saying Lois, while on assignment for Perry overseas, had been killed in an attack on a gas station. Kara had taken time to stay with her cousin in Smallville until he felt ready to go on alone, but Kara still checked in with him.

 Tonight was a rare night for Lena and Kara, however. Their daughters were at their aunts, leaving their mothers alone in a massive mansion on the outskirts of National City. What were two women, still very fit and active, to do in a big empty house? Fuck like rabbits all night long and take turns on top, of course.

 The dim glow of the Red Sun lamps filled the bedroom as day broke outside, Kara’s moans filling the air as Lena slammed her plastic cock into her wife’s ass, adding a slap for good measure. Kara’s moans got louder, tugging against the cuffs that were strapped to the headboard and keeping her hands from touching herself as Lena pounded into her from behind.

 “Fuck…” Kara moaned, panting as her eyes rolled back. “Lena…!”

 Lena grinned, smacking Kara’s ass again, grabbing a handful of her cheek as she did. “You like my cock up your ass, don’t you, baby?” she asked, leaning down and kissing Kara’s neck before biting and sucking against her pulse softly. “Tell me what you like.”

 Kara gasped and moaned, her back arching. “Oh, Rao, Lena!” she moaned, rolling her hips and yelping as she got smacked again. “Mm…I love your cock up my ass. That big, thick, hard cock ramming into me as hard as you can. Feeling you slapping against my body, making me feel so good. I love it!”

 Lena smiled, reaching around and teasingly rubbing Kara’s clit. She pushed deeper into her one last time, bottoming out and letting Kara feel how deep she was. “I’m all the way in, baby,” she whispered. “I’ll keep going if you cum for me. Can you do that?”

 Nodding rapidly, Kara rolled her hips against Lena’s, feeling the dildo as deep as she could take it. “Fuck, it feels so goddamn good,” she moaned, feeling Lena start thrusting again. “Make me cum, Lena. Make your horny wife cum!”

 Lena smiled, slamming into Kara again as she kept her fingers rubbing against Kara’s clit, biting her neck softly. She dug her fingers into her wife’s pussy, Kara’s moans flooding her ears as she did. “Don’t hold it back, baby. I know you are. Your pussy’s clenching around my fingers,” she said, nipping Kara’s ear gently. “Cum for me and you can relax.”

 Kara panted, arching as she felt Lena’s hands against her back and inside of her. She felt Lena’s thumb grazing her clit and she couldn’t help herself anymore. She screamed out as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy gushing around Lena’s fingers as she felt her wife stop thrusting into her ass. She collapsed forward, her arms still attached to the headboard as her body sank into the bed, whimpering as she felt Lena’s hand leave her pussy, the dildo sliding out of her ass and leaving her feel empty. “Mm…Lena…” she moaned; her face covered in sweat as her hair stuck to her face. “Fuck…”

 “I just did,” Lena said with a smile, undoing the straps and letting the dildo slide off of her hips. She dropped it down onto her discarded nightie, pressing her body into Kara’s back as she undid the handcuffs, tossing them to the ground. She reached over and tapped a button on her tablet, the sun lamps turning off and letting the bedroom be bathed in the early morning sunlight. She felt Kara squirming under her, and she leaned down and kissed Kara’s neck softly, nipping lightly as she felt her skin starting to turn harder, knowing her powers were coming back. “I love you, Mrs. Luthor.”

 Kara smiled, turning her head and kissing Lena. “I love you, Mrs. Danvers,” she said. She smirked and flipped, knocking Lena onto the bed before she straddled her wife, leaning down and kissing her again. “I’d take some revenge and fuck you into unconsciousness, but the girls are going to be home soon. I’ll have to do you hard tonight.”

 Lena smiled against Kara’s lips, nodding as she looked up at her wife. “Alright, baby. Just, do me a favor. Use the lamps this time. Last time you decided to make me your toy, I couldn’t hardly walk right. Remember? That night you got of the DEO jail?”

 Kara rolled her eyes lightly. “I remember,” she said. “I also seem to remember you enjoying it almost as much as I did, Lee. Said me banging you that hard was the best thing you’d ever experienced.”

 “True,” Lena said, pushing Kara off of her and smiling as she sat up. “Let’s get a shower and make coffee. Do we know when she’s going to bring Amy and Ciara?” She swung her legs off of the bed and nudged the nightie and dildo to the side, standing up and stretching.

 Kara sat up and stretched, hopping off of the bed and rubbing her eyes. “Umm…no idea. Sometime before we’re supposed to meet Alex and Kelly. Could be in an hour, could be one this afternoon.”

 After showering together—and trying to keep their hands to themselves, the pair walked into the kitchen dressed for the day. Kara went to make the coffee while Lena watched, having been banned from the kitchen years ago when she accidently burned down a pan of boiling water, something Kara was still trying to figure out. Starting to work on breakfast, Kara looked over as the news played on the television, seeing Lena standing in front of it.

 “Anything new?” she asked, walking over and wrapping her arm around Lena’s waist from behind.

 “Fire in an apartment downtown, claimed two, a mom and a five-year-old,” Lena said, sighing softly and looking down. “Right as we were getting started last night. Soon as we turned the lamps on.” She shut the television off and sighed, clenching her hands.

 “Lena…it’s not your fault,” Kara said. “Just like it isn’t mine. We had the house to ourselves for the first time in two years, we took advantage of that. I’ll probably be bitched at by Alex, and Linda might question it, but it wasn’t our fault. I’ll explain what happened, otherwise Alex is going to get another earful of “I had Kara pinned to the bed fucking her brains out,” which she doesn’t need.”

 “Aww, take my fun away,” Lena said, kissing Kara’s cheek and smiling. She leaned back against Kara, taking her wife’s hands, holding them up and letting their rings glimmer in the light. “I talked to Lucy.”

 “Oh, yeah?” Kara asked, resting her chin against Lena’s shoulder. “How is she? I haven’t talked to her in a while.”

 Lena smiled softly. “She’s fine. Enjoying her position in the DoD. Considering how close she gets with Alex and Kelly, I won’t be surprised if we get another wedding invitation to that threesome.” She felt Kara slump and she snickered. “Kara?”

 “Don’t…don’t put that image in my head,” Kara said, making a face and sticking her tongue out. “My sister, sister-in-law, and Lucy…naked and banging.”

 “What, like you never imagined Lucy’s tits in your face or your face between her legs while I’m railing you,” Lena said. “Get her nice and worked up, both of us taking her with the strap-ons, making her scream as she gets to cum over and over. Maybe after—”

 “Stop,” Kara whined, shoving Lena onto the couch and covering her face with her hands. “Ugh…now I can understand Alex’s embarrassment when you get to talking about our sex life. Lena, why are you so mean to me?”

 Lena giggled and hopped up, wrapping her arms around Kara and kissing her neck. “You love me, and you know it,” she said. “Besides, if you didn’t, you wouldn’t stand there and tease your sister about the kinky things we get up to. Like the time we left the vibrator on the table and she walked in and saw it before kicking both of our asses.”

 “Excuse me? You left the vibrator out,” Kara laughed. “I told you to put it away after you were done getting off watching whatever the hell it was, but you said you’d get it before you went to bed. So, Lena, that was your mistake.” She looked over at the hallway leading to the front, cocking her head to the side.

 Walking up the front path, Linda smiled as she picked Amy up, carrying the four-year-old as Ciara skipped along beside her, the five-year-old’s dark hair bouncing around her ears.

 “Aunt Linda, we had so much fun!” Ciara giggled, her Irish accent seeping through as she tightened her bag around her shoulder. “Can we do it again?”

 “Yeah, yeah!” Amy giggled, sitting in her aunt’s arm. “Please, Aunt Linda!”

 Linda giggled, kissing Amy’s head and running her hand in Ciara’s hair softly. “Maybe, darlings. We’ll have to see what your mothers say. I can’t keep you every weekend, after all. Aunt Alex needs to have time with her favorite little angels.”

 “No, it’s favorite little agents,” Ciara said, looking up at Linda. “Because we get to watch spy movies and play Mission Impossible!”

 Linda snickered. “Bet your Mama is going to love that.” She set Amy down and looked into the window, seeing Kara and Lena in the kitchen.

 “Door,” Kara said, looking at Lena. “Girls are home.” Seeing the look on Lena’s face, she started to say something but stopped as the door rattled and Linda opened it, the girls running in ahead of her.  “There’s my girls!”

 “Mama!” Ciara said, running over and hugging Lena as Amy went running for Kara. “Did you miss us?”

 “Of course, little one,” Lena said, kissing Ciara’s head. “I always miss my babies when you’re not here.”

 “Did you have fun with Aunt Linda?” Kara asked, scooping Amy up and kissing her cheek. “Hmm? Eat plenty of sugar and stay up all night?”

 “No, Mommy,” Amy giggled, kissing Kara’s cheek and snuggling close. “We only eat healthy with Aunt Linda. We had veggie pizza.”

 Kara blinked, looking at Linda. “That’s disgusting.”

 “If you’d try it, you wouldn’t think it’s bad,” Linda said with a snicker, giving Kara a squeeze. “Eat some vegetables once in a while, woman.”

 “No. They’re evil and cannot be trusted!” Kara snickered, letting Amy down. “You girls go get your stuff put away and change, alright?”

 “Ok, Mommy,” the girls said, taking off for their rooms.

 Kara smiled softly, hugging Linda. “Were they good all night?”

 “Yes,” Linda said with a smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Ciara was a good little helper, and when Amy didn’t listen, Ciara threatened Lena on her. Got her to do what she needed to do really fast.”

 Lena grinned, holding herself a little higher. “Glad to see that Luthor reputation still works on kids,” she snickered. She walked over and poured some coffee for all three of them, her wife and sister-in-law following. “So, I have to ask, and it’s something I’ve been worrying about for a while, and Kara’s told me to just let it go, but I can’t.”

 “What?” Linda asked, fixing her coffee.

 “Lena,” Kara sighed, shaking her head softly.

 “When everything was done with Lex that day in the DEO, you said you liked the name “Karen Danvers”. But then you changed it to Linda Lee. How come?” Lena asked, ignoring Kara’s staring.

 Linda smiled softly, wrapping her hands around the coffee cup. “Before I was tasked by Lex to kill Kara, Eve was my “handler” on a mission. I had to kill a man that made weapons that had killed a little boy I grew fond of in Kaznia, and I used the name as an alias. Since being free and reading several comic books and other media, I liked the alliteration better. It also keeps people from confusing Kara and I, since the names sounded so similar.”

 Kara nodded, wrapping her arm around Linda. “Well, Linda or Karen, you’re still you, and we still love you.”

 “Amen,” Lena said with a smile. She looked over as giggling sounded out through the halls, Amy and Ciara running out. “Oi, stop running, you little demons.” Ciara giggled and started hopping as Amy skipped. Ciara hopped over and climbed up Kara’s back, her arms around her mom’s neck as Amy skipped around the counter and hugged Lena’s leg. Lena sighed and rolled her eyes playfully, picking Amy up. “You’re a booger.”

 “Well, you did tell them to stop running, darling,” Kara said with a smile, looking back at Ciara and kissing her cheek. “Didn’t she, Ciara?”

 “Yeah, Mommy!” Ciara giggled. She looked over as the doorbell rang, looking at Kara. “Can I get it, Mama?”

 “I guess,” Kara said with a smile, helping Ciara down before she ran for the door. She stepped out of the kitchen, watching her daughter as she ran to the door.

 Ciara smiled and opened the door, looking up. “Aunt Alex! Aunt Kelly!”

 Alex smiled, kneeling down and hugging Ciara. “Hello, sweet girl,” she said, kissing her niece’s head. “How’s my girl?”

 “I’m good. We just got home with Aunt Linda,” Ciara said with a smile, hugging Kelly. “Hi, Aunt Kelly.”

“Hi, little flower,” Kelly said, standing up and making Ciara laugh as she was picked up. “Where’s your mamas?”

 “Mommy’s in the kitchen, and Mama’s by the doorframe,” Ciara said, pointing. “See?”

 Kelly smiled and nodded, giving Ciara a squeeze. “Ok, smartypants,” she said. She let Ciara down and hugged Kara with Alex, sandwiching the Supergirl. “How’re you doing, hon?”

 “I’m alright,” Kara said, hugging her sister and Kelly back. “Just…dealing one day a time. Doing my best, you know?”

 “Yeah,” Alex said, putting her hands on Kara’s face. “Mom and Lois back to back, I don’t know how much more trauma we can take as a family.” She smiled softly, kissing Kara’s forehead. “We’re good. We’re the Danvers sisters. Nobody screws with us.”

 “Damn straight,” Kara said with a small smile. “Something I’m pretty sure my daughters picked up, considering Ciara smacks anyone that tries to pick on her little sister.”

 “Darn right, Mama!” Ciara giggled, nibbling on a piece of toast. She snuggled back against Linda, setting her toast down.

 Kara smiled softly, pouring Alex and Kelly some coffee. “Anything fun happening in the DEO?”

 “Just the usual Brainy and Nia antics,” Alex said, taking her coffee. “Nothing I can’t handle. What about you? Running CatCo?”

 “Only because I’d rather do LCorp and let Kara have where she loves,” Lena said. “And it’s fun watching her put Snapper in his place.”

 “Oh, that’s always fun,” Kara said with a smile. “Yeah, I love running CatCo. Ms. Grant said I was the best choice for it. Her words were “If that damn wife of yours put anyone other then you in my chair, then we’d have a problem.” So…”

 “Yeah, that sounds like Cat,” Alex laughed.

 Amy hopped up onto the couch, grabbing the pillow and curling up around it, rubbing her eyes. Lena looked over and walked over, sitting beside her younger daughter. “Hi, Mommy.”

 “Hi, baby,” Lena said, running her hand in Amy’s auburn hair softly. “What’s wrong?”

 “It’s too loud,” Amy said, climbing up into Lena’s lap. “Or it feels like it.” She laid her head against Lena’s shoulder, rubbing her eyes again. “Plus, my eyes are hurting.”

 Lena frowned softly. “Come on. I’ll look at your eyes in my lab in the basement, ok?” she asked, standing up and lifting Amy up. She looked over at Kara, heading for the hall and tapping the panel with her hip, opening the wall and heading downstairs. “Nobody ever comes down here except me. You’re super special to come with me.”

 Amy giggled softly and smiled, wrapping her arms around Lena’s neck. “I’m not special, Mommy. I’m just Amy.”

 “Hey, none of that “I’m not special” BS, little lady. You are very special, and anyone that doesn’t see that can come and talk to me. I will smack them all so hard it’ll make their grandchildren dizzy,” Lena said, tapping Amy’s nose and opening the door to the lab. “Let’s sit you right here on the table.” She smoothed out Amy’s skirt and set her down, her daughter playfully kicking her feet.

 After a few minutes of examining her daughter, as well as drawing some blood which broke Lena’s heart to hear her daughter whimpering at the needle (where a promise of ice cream was the only thing that could calm her down), Lena sighed softly as she looked at the results in her hand.

 “Well, you’re fine. The only thing is, we’ll have to take you for glasses. When you tried to read the paper for me, you were holding it really close to your face. I’ll set you an appointment up in Monday morning and we’ll get you the best pair of glasses that’ll make you even prettier,” Lena said, running her hand in Amy’s hair.

 “Oks, Mommy,” Amy said with a small smile, holding her arms out and hooking them around Lena as she got picked up again.

 Walking back upstairs, Lena walked into the living room where all the women were sitting on the couch and chairs watching television. She sank beside Kara, curling up against her wife softly. “She needs glasses,” she said, looking at Kara who looked concerned. “I’ll set the appointment up and take her on Monday.”

 Kara smiled softly and nodded, kissing Amy’s head. “Glasses aren’t that bad, honey. I wear them.”

 “But that’s to control your Supergirl powers, Mama,” Amy said. “Glasses are will make my face look funny.”

 “No, they won’t,” Kara said with a smile. “Tell you what. If they make your face look funny, I’ll fix all your favorite dinners for a week. But, if they don’t make you look funny, you have to help me all week when you’re here.” She held her hand out and smiled. “We got a deal, teeny cutie?”

 Amy thought and nodded, taking her mama’s hand. “Got a deal, Mama.”

 As the next week came and went and Amy’s glasses came in, Kara won the bet since the glasses fit Amy’s face and frame perfectly, but she still made all of her daughter’s favorites the whole week anyway.

 Kara smiled as she watched her daughters sleep, her arms folded as she leaned against the doorframe. She knew, that even though she was chronologically almost sixty, she’d had the best life possible since landing on Earth and becoming Kara Danvers. She had a wonderful woman as a sister, an exceptional woman as her wife, two beautiful daughters, and a career as a hero and a CEO/Reporter she’d never trade anything for. She shut the door to the girls’ room, walking out into the kitchen and sitting down at the counter, thanking Rao and whatever other Gods existed that she was able to have a life worth smiling for, and that she’d continue to make the best of it. She heard the front door close and felt Lena’s arms around her neck a minute later, closing her eyes as she leaned back against her wife.

 “Hi, baby,” Lena said, kissing Kara’s cheek.

 “Hi, darling,” Kara said, turning her head and kissing Lena. “Thank you, Lee.”

 “Thank you?” Lena asked. “For what, Kara?”

 Kara sighed softly, standing up and taking Lena’s hands. “Thank you for…giving me a second chance after I told you I was Supergirl. I don’t know where my life would be if you hadn’t given me that chance.”

 Lena wrapped her arms around Kara’s neck, closing her eyes. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Kara,” she whispered. “I love you, and nothing is going to change that.”

 “I love you,” Kara said, putting her hands on Lena’s waist and kissing her again, nipping her lip. “I love you, Mrs. Lena Luthor-Danvers.”

 “And I love you, Mrs. Kara Luthor-Danvers,” Lena said, smiling against Kara’s lips.

 Lena, like Kara, had a lot to thank God or whoever for the life she’d had. If she never moved to National City, she didn’t know where she’d end up. If she had to do it all over again, she would. Maybe not the exact same way, but she’d still count her lucky stars for having a woman as wonderful as Kara Zor-El Danvers in her life.

 Both women were blessed, and that was something that would never change. As long as a Super and a Luthor worked together, they were unstoppable.

#Supergirl #SuperCorp #Ciara's name is pronounced Kira btw #I had a lot of fun writing this