Superman (Henry Cavill) fucking Batman’s son male y/n in his room when his family comes in to ask what the noise is
Can you please add a gif to?
Y/N tried to be quiet, but it was kind of hard when the most powerful being on the planet was drilling into your ass. Pushing his big cock in and out of Y/N, destroying his tight walls as they easily opened up from him as he let out a deep chuckle. “Trying to keep quiet, eh, Baby? Don’t want your family to hear you getting your ass pounded by an alien cock.”
Y/N moans because of Clark’s dirty talk. Who knew farmer boys from Kansas had such filthy mouths? “Yeah, I would love to see the look on my dad's face when he finds out his best friend is fucking his son.”
“Oh is that right?” Clark smirked. “Well, let's make sure they hear you.” He starts to pound him harder and faster at inhuman speed and strength. The bed moved forward with them as it broke off its legs and hit the wall, banging hard and causing loud vibrations.
A few minutes later, There was a knock at the door as Y/N managed a weak, ‘come in’ in between moans.
Y/N’s dad, Bruce Wayne, his brother, and Dick and Jason came into the room with shocked looks as Clark smirked at his best friend. “Oh, hey, Bruce. Just working up a sweat here with your boy.”
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It is funny just how much how one gets into DC characters shapes what they think such characters quintessential traits are.
For instance, there were a few formative canons to my Superman views, most from my childhood; the Reeve's movies, The Animated Series, Lois & Clark and the comic book The Death of Superman. Later, I came back into contact with Clark through Dick Grayson, when reading most of
So my Clark?
He's sweet. A little dumb of heart, but in the best way, and also extremely clever. He has a sanctuary of other extraterrestrial creatures without a home. He loves *all* sorts of animals. He's a dork. His relationship with Batman and Dick Grayson is a core aspect of him. He started drinking his "respect women" juice one day and just never stopped. He is fundamentally lonely. He is the most human of them all. Being friends with Lois and Lana are core aspects of him, and neither of them take his bullshit. He means hope and being your better self and helping out as much as you personally can to make the world a better place. He is melancholy. He is able to smile when faced with adversity, but he also can have a temper. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders but he also doesn't mind the weight most of the time.
And then people will say they think Superman is a boring character, and how can I not. And I just ask how *could* I.
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Watching the last of us currently and I believe the " Grumpy bastard who's slowly been robbed of hope meets snarky kid who's the incarnation of sunshine" trope fits Clark and Kon so well
Jon too! I mean, just this motherfucker
Meeting a kid who's like him? Immune?
"...I knew Lex was crazy but this," he gestures to the whole of Kon, to the everything around him, " This? Is the worst crime he ever did. "
Kon bites both his cheeks, too slim and too pale and too worn out for a fourteen year old. There's pieces of Clark that scar him. His anger, for one. Only thing keeping them warm anymore, " Are you talking about me or you?"
" I'm not you,"
" That's your issue!"
" Claaaaark?"
" Not now Jonny,"
" Yeah Jon, just let him finish yelling at me about how much of a mistake I am!"
" Mistakes are something unintentional, Conner; You? are a bad decision," and he feels guilty as soon as he says it. He hates it; Hates it that he's meaner, sharper. That Kansas boy with sunshine in his hair wouldn't have talked to anyone like that.
But that Kansas boy died when the world did.
" Clark! It's really important!"
Clark bites his tongue. He already yelled at a goddam teenager, he won't yell at the toddler, too. " What -- What, buddy?"
Jon's tiny finger points to a little town, " There's light in there!" Kon doesn't wait for him, and it's not like Clark expected anything different.
They haven't grown closer since Metropolis, since their feet were scraped by walking endlessly, since they've been saving eachother's lives more often than they should've.
Clark sighs as he watches him go, Jon In his arms and a loaded gun over his shoulder, " No, Jonny, don't touch that. It's bad," He says, gently grabbing the kid when that tiny little hand tries to grab the barrel. He knows Jon'll have to use one soon.
Clark just hopes he won't be around to see it.
Let them meet Jason and Bruce when Kon and Jason literally try to maul eachother,
" Kon!" There's a ball of limbs and reds and dark hair tangled together, feral and angry, mangled like two angry snakes clutching at eachother, " is he bit?!"
" I don't care!"
Crack.
Kon isn't immune to broken noses.
The building they're in is big, like everything else in the city, but slightly more titanic, more towering. Darker and brighter all of the same. The echoing of, " Jason," frames that better, traveling through the hardwood floor and walls.
"... Oh, fuck, we're in Gotham. "
" Whats Gotham?"
Jason, who's beside Bruce, now, -- The Bruce Wayne, thought hardly anyone could tell under those bruises and scars and dark smudges dripping down his diamond jawline, -- snarls,
" How the fuck do you not know what Gotham is, dipshit? What, you've been born yesterday?"
Bruce's hands squeeze at his shoulders, slightly rounder and fuller in frame than Kon's. That was expected. Everyone bleeds in the apocalypse, but no one bleeds the same, " Jason. Language."
" Last year, actually,"
"...Holy fuck," Jason gasps when Jon wiggles around, an action Bruce mimicsm, "Holy shit. That's a baby. I haven't seen a baby in years. Bruce, do you,--"
Bruce is already advancing, taking steps, not brave but not cowardly. He hands Kon a handkerchief for his bleeding nose, but there's no breaks in his and Jon's eye contact.
A stare of wonder. Fright, but wonderful. "... Hi, honey. My name is Bruce. What's your name?"
Jon's been hiding his face in Clark's neck until Bruce talked, just as scared of other human beings as Clark was, but shyness dies quickly with him. " Hi! "
" His name's Jon," Clark says, " he'll be six next week." God. He'll be six. He doesn't know. He has to pretend to know or he'll go crazy. Bruce nods. His hand is held out, " May I?"
He asks Jon if he wants to, and of course he says yes. Who doesn't want to be loved at world's funeral? Jon and Bruce cuddle in the middle of nowhere, and they're left to stare.
" Jason, show Kon the bathroom, please. And you're welcome to a shower if you'd like. But no guns," his tone is final, and Clark doesn't mind munch. He doesn't rely on them for survival.
Kon does find it weird, " Where do you keep yours, then?"
"I don't like guns."
"Then how'd you kill sickos till now?"
" We don't kill them."
" Speak for yourself," Jason mutters, pinching Jon's cheek on his way upstairs, " How slow are you, freak?"
" Not slower than you, creep!"
Clark watches. It's nice. To see him be a kid.
He turns to Bruce, unsure, skeptical, all he ever is these days, " You seriously don't kill them? Not any of them?"
" There's enough death around, Mr. Kent. I refuse to contribute. Besides. Aren't we all dead already?" Clark hums. He doesn't know how to answer that. Watching Bruce kiss Jon's cheeks is easier.
It's human.
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