#superboy one shot

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Kinks #2

(Conner Kent Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to evinist]

Requested by: jasontoddloverblog

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 6,602

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Slight domestic violence

Cursing

Hickeys/Brusies 

Oral (male and female receiving)

Creampie

Hair Pulling

Choking

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     "Conner, my guy!" Roy yells as he walks into Wally's bedroom. It's been about a month since our last 'boy's night' and Wally decided we need another one. I don't know why we need another one, or the first one to begin with, but I'm still here like I'm supposed to be. Even though I'd much rather be in Y/N's bed with her.

     We've been having the sex. Or sex. We've been having sex. Y/N doesn't like when I call it 'the sex'. She says it ruins the mood when I word it like that. We've been having sex a lot, almost every day.

     Sometimes, usually, when she gets into a fight with someone, we have sex more than once a day. When that happens, it ends up happening somewhere that's not her or my bed. Last time it was on the kitchen counter. I don't enjoy having sex outside of our rooms, but she does so I usually try not to worry about someone seeing us.

     Despite that, until yesterday Y/N wouldn't have sex with me. I kept asking her why and she only told me it would be messy. Her noes only lasted a couple of days so I don't think she was saying no because of me. Her reasoning doesn't make sense to me. It's always messy. We get stuff all over our legs and the bed sheets. I let it be though. Kaldur told me it's important that we both say yes and if one of us says no, then the other needs to leave it be.

     "Roy," I answer back, debating if I should also add a 'my guy'. I decide not to.

     "I hear you've been getting busy!" He cheers, almost singing his statement.

     I think over his statement for a couple of minutes, replaying the last couple of weeks in my head. I don't think anything extra has happened. I've had the same amount of missions and the same amount of repairs to do. "I haven't been any busier than normal," I finally answer, looking at the other hero a bit confused.

     "No, Sups. Busy," he repeats, singing the last word again as he pumps his arms by his waist and moves his hips forward. "You know, with Y/N."

     Once again, I think over his words. Y/N and I have been hanging out more. We watch movies sometimes after sex, or we'll take a bath together, or she'll just lay with me for a while. She calls it 'aftercare' and says it's important for our mental wellbeing. I don't see why it matters. As far as I know, after Robin and Zatanna have sex, Zatanna just leaves. But it makes Y/N happy, so I do it. It makes me happy too, I just don't understand why we need to do it. I like spending time with her, so I don't care what we're doing as long as I'm doing it with her.

     "I guess so. We've been watching movies together," I answer, assuming that's what he means.

     "You crack me up, Bud" Roy says, his words followed with a chuckle before he sits next to Kaldur on the ground.

     "Sup, my guy, my man!" Wally calls, walking up to me and placing his hands on my shoulders. "Roy is talking about you having sex with Y/N," he tells me, shaking me a bit as he speaks.

     "You guys know about that?" I ask, still being shaken around by my teammate.

     "Yes, we do. You're not exactly hiding it," Robin says, his usual smirk on his face. "Y/N's been pretty open about her hand necklace."

     "Her what?" I ask, confused once again. I'm starting to hate these 'boy's nights'. They also end with me being confused about stuff.

     "Bla, bla, bla. Enough pitter-patter. I want details!" Roy says, waving off my question. "Does she give good head?"

     "Does she taste good?"

     "Did she let you creampie her?"

     "Is Y/N your girlfriend now?"

     "Is she a moaner or a screamer?"

     "Does she look hot in doggie style?"

     "What's her body count?"

     "I bet her titties look good when she rides you. Are they soft?"

     Questions are thrown at me from all directions, and from all the teammates - well, besides Kaldur. All the noise is upsetting me. Their questions make no sense, making me even more confused. Besides, who gives them the right to ask those questions? To know the answers to those questions? Y/N is having sex with me, not them. That must mean something, right? Maybe she is having sex with them.

     More questions are asked as I stand up and walk out of the room. I don't have the patience for this. I need to calm down before I hurt someone. I don't like them asking those questions about Y/N. I don't like them wanting to know the answers either.

     I especially don't like the idea that Roy might already know the answers. The idea that Robin or Kaldur or Wally might already know. They want to have sex with her too, right? Why else would they care? Why else would they ask? It makes me angry to think about them doing those things to Y/N. Thinking about them making her sound the way I do. I have sex with Y/N, she makes those sounds for me, not them.

     Some of the guys call after me as I walk off but I ignore them. Canary's voice reminding me to take my frustration out on my punching bag fills my head. Punch the bag, not the people. Punch the bag, not the walls. Punch the bag. Punch the bag. Punch the bag.

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      "Con?" Y/N's voice calls from the doorway. It's soft enough that the sound of my fist making contact with the leather almost drowns it out. I ignore her, hoping she'll go away. Hoping that if she goes away maybe some of my anger will go with her.

     She doesn't leave though. Instead, Y/N walks through the garage, stopping right behind me. Don't do it. Do not touch me. I swear, do not poke the bear.

     "Con?" She calls again, placing her hands lightly on my shoulders.

     Before I can stop myself, I turn around, grab a fist full of her hair, and snap her head back. Y/N's nails dig into my shoulders as she looks up at me, her eyes brimmed with tears as they look sharply at me. Her jaw is locked tight as she clenches her teeth.

     "What do you think you're doing? What? Did Roy, and Wally, and Robin, and everyone say no to sex so you're here to ask me?" I snap out, my anger bubbling over despite my attempt to take it out on the punching bag.

     "Conner, you're hurting me," Y/N says, her voice calm and even. Despite that, I can still hear the undertone of fear in her words. Her heartbeat is faster than usual in my ears and unwilling tears slide down her face, adding to the evidence of fear in her.

     We stay like this for a beat, her digging into my shoulders and me glaring down at her as I hold her in place by her hair. Once my senses come to me, I let go of her hair and gently slide my fingers over her scalp, massaging it softly. "I'm sorry," I murmur, glancing down at her before focusing on my fingers.

     As soon as she's released, Y/N grips my jaw, tugging my head down so I'm looking at her. Her eyes are still watery, but harder than before as she looks at me. Anger is written all over her face. "If you ever touch me like that in anger again, you will never hear from me. You will never see me again. It'll be like I never existed in your life; do you understand me? What the fuck is wrong with you, Conner?"

     I stay silent, blinking as I look down at her. Her words roll around in my head on repeat. The situation a second ago does so too. How could I hurt Y/N? How could I use something intimate between us to hurt her? How could I lay my hands on her? Yell at her for stuff I don't even know if she did or didn't do?

     "I... I'm sorry... I didn't... I got in my head."

     Y/N stays silent, her nails still digging into my jawline as she chews on the inside of her cheek. "That is not an excuse for hurting me... but, what are you in your head about?"

     "A lot... the other boys... they know we're..." I glance away from her face, trying to urge the words out of me. Even though Y/N and I are intimate, it's still difficult to talk about, even with her. It's especially hard to talk about it with others, even Canary.

     "Well, duh, Conner. You leave fingerprints on my neck, and I tend to leave hickeys on yours. People are going to know." Y/N's hand drops from my face, making me a bit sad. I like when she's touching me, even if she's mad.

     "Oh," I mumble, looking over her neck. She's right, my fingers have left dark outlines on her throat. "They kept asking questions... about you and... I don't know why. Are you having sex with them too?" The words make my stomach feel like it's filled with stones. I don't like asking that question, but I need to know.

     "That's just what guys do. They like talking about sex. It gives them new ideas of what to do with their partners or whatever. It doesn't mean anything. They're just acting like normal people. And God no. The only person I'm having sex with is you. Are you having sex with anyone else?"

     Y/N's face is hard once the question is out, making me worried. "No," I answer shortly. It's weird that it's normal for guys to talk about sex, but it does put my mind at ease. It's not because it's Y/N, it's because I'm having sex. Knowing she's not having sex with anyone else also makes me feel good. I'm still special to her. "I have questions," I add, watching her face soften at my answer.

     "What are your questions, Con?" She asks, walking past me.

     I watch as she heads over to my workbench and lifts herself onto it. She always sits on my workbench when we're in here together. It's another thing that makes me feel special.

    "What is 'good head'?" I ask, walking over to her. I gently push her legs apart, watching for her reaction. She stays still for a second but does end up looping her arms around my shoulders, letting me know it's okay to stand between her legs. I happily push my way against her, sliding my hands over her legs and holding them against my hips. Her vagina is pressed into my groin, making my head start to fill with the idea of sex.

     "Well, head is having your genitals sucked and licked and such. 'Good head' just means it's enjoyable," she answers, playing with the ends of my hair as she tightens her legs around me. Maybe she is thinking about sex too. The idea of having it here, on my workbench, feels nice. It's a weird thought since I don't like doing it out of our rooms, but the idea makes me warm up.

     "How would that work? You giving me head?" I ask, trying to make sense of her answer and push down my thoughts until all my questions are answered. "If I were to give you this head, would that be me knowing what you taste like?"

     Y/N giggles a little, tipping her head down and pressing kisses into my cheeks. "Yes, you would know what I taste like, and if you finish in my mouth, I will know what you taste like." The idea of getting to taste her doesn't help the thoughts stop. I really want to know what she tastes like. 

     "Oh, okay... what is a creampie?"

     Her lips stop for a second before she gently continues along my jaw. "A creampie just means you cum inside me instead of on me."

     "But that would get you pregnant."

     She hums softly, placing another kiss before tipping her head back up to look at me. "Usually yes, but there's pills and such you can take to stop from getting pregnant. There's birth control but that takes a month or so to work. Or there's Plan B but you shouldn't take it often."

     I roll the answer over to make sure it makes sense. It does. It's just medication to stop a baby from forming. That makes sense. I want to creampie her too. I want to see what it would look like. I want to do all these new things to her. I want to know even newer things I can do to her.

     "What's a hand necklace?"

     "It's just a kind of nickname for the bruises you leave on my neck," she answers, loosely twirling my hair around her fingertips.

     "What's a body count?"

     "The amount of people you've had sex with."

     I think of the answer for a couple of minutes, leaving the room silent. "What's your body count?" I ask before I can stop myself. I probably shouldn't have asked that. It'll only make me angry again.

     "Two, counting you," she answers, once again making me think. Who else has she had sex with? Was it someone on the team? Was it Roy? I don't think I want to know. No, I don't want to know.

     "What's doggie style?"

     "I'll show you next time we have sex." I don't like that answer. I want to know now. Why won't she tell me now?

     "Can we have sex now?" I ask, deciding to no longer ignore the growing pressure in my groin.

     Y/N's face snaps from being soft, back to being filled with anger. "You just put your fucking hands on me and still have the audacity to ask for sex? What the fuck Conner? Get the fuck off me," she yells, shoving me away from her. I obey, backing away from her, confusion swimming around my head again today. What did I do? I know I hurt her, but what does that have to do with us having sex? We've gotten in fights before and still had sex.

     I watch as Y/N hops off the workbench and storms out of the room. I made her really mad, I just wish I knew how I managed to do that. I probably shouldn't ask right now though. I glance around the garage, looking for something to work as a distraction so she'll have time to cool down. I'll fix up Robin's bike as I wait.

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     It's been a couple of days since I managed to piss off Y/N. She's ignored me the whole time, which hasn't been easy. Well, until today. She told me good morning and let me kiss her cheek, so I thought we were making progress, but she did move away when I tried to hold her waist. Maybe I'm not making progress on her forgiving me.

     I've talked about the situation with Canary in my alternating sessions. I had a session yesterday, so I won't have another until tomorrow. Canary said when I hurt Y/N, I betrayed her trust. She also said I probably 'made Y/N feel used' when I asked for sex right after. That makes sense now, but in the situation, it didn't. I wish she'd just talk to me so I can fix it.

     We haven't had sex since the day of the blow-up, which has left me feeling very needy. Canary recommended 'doing it myself' but I don't like that idea. It doesn't feel the same as having sex with Y/N. Despite that, I'm laid in bed debating whether to do it myself. I need to let it out, but I want Y/N to let it out. I put myself in a bad situation.

     Just as I go to undo my pants, there's a knock on the door. I sigh a bit at the sound. I'm just going to have to wait for Y/N to make me feel good again. 

     "Come in!" I call, sitting up straight. I have to shift a bit to hide my personal problem, making myself a bit uncomfortable.

     The door swings open, Y/N filling in the now open frame, in an outfit that's not helping my situation. She's in a pair of PJ shorts and a tank top, showing the bruises I have left on her. I blink a couple of times, trying to figure out if I'm going crazy or if she just happens to be here at this moment.

     "I'm still mad at you," she hisses, her look pointed as she stares at me.

     "I know. I'm sorry," I answer back, trying to push down the tension in my pants and the thoughts of her on top of me. I probably shouldn't want sex this much, even if Canary says it's normal for my bodily age.

     "But," Y/N says, walking into the room and closing the door behind her. That doesn't help my situation either. It's getting really hard not to ask for sex again. "I am horny, and I want sex."

     "Me too," I race out a lot faster than I meant to. That gets me another pointed look, but her body stays relaxed. I'll take that as a good sign. "Can... we try head?" I ask carefully, trying not to upset Y/N any more than she already is. I want sex and she does too, I don't need her storming off when I'm finally getting what I've been craving.

     She thinks it over for a second before walking up to my bed. "I suppose so," she answers, her tone slightly softer but still a little pissed. Y/N drops to her knees on the side of my bed, shooting sparks of hormones up my spine. Her boobs look nice, all propped up as she kneels. "You're going to need to shift so I'm between your legs."

     I obey her, moving so my thighs are gently pressed on either side of her shoulders. I really like looking at Y/N like this. She looks so small, though that's more so me being built like a brick than her body type. I want to touch her boobs, see if they're soft like Robin asked. 

     Y/N's hands feel nice as they work on unbuttoning my pants and they feel warm as she gently runs her fingers across my boxers, her other hand laid against my thigh. I let my eyes flutter shut as I focus on my breathing, Y/N's fingers sliding up and down my clothed cock is not helping with that. After going so long without her touching me, it feels like I'm going to finish just from these small touches. She rubs me a few more times before my boxers are pulled down and pooled at my ankles alongside my pants.

     I slowly open my eyes again, noises stuck in my throat as Y/N starts running her fingers over my bare cock. Somehow, she feels even warmer now. I watch as she slightly parts her lips, her tongue sliding out as her head ducks down. It doesn't take long for her tongue to come in contact with me, the soft muscle running over the slit of my dick as her hand works up and down my shaft.

     Y/N's head tilts up some as she continues licking the head, her eyes soft as she looks at me. I open my mouth to say something, to beg her to not look at me like this or I'm going to finish too soon, but I get cut off. Her tongue slides further down, the tip of my penis pushing her lips open as she takes it into her mouth. Instead of my begs, a moan slips out, my head tilts back, and my hands ball up the bedding under me. Y/N's tongue circles around me, sliding up and down as she moves, but refuses to take more of me into her mouth. 

     Her mouth feels warm and smooth, just like the inside of her vagina, but slightly looser. Y/N moves up and down a couple of times before pulling away, her hand still working on pushing me closer to my release. I groin at the lost warmth and flip my head back up. "If you're not going to look at me, I'm not going to suck your dick, you understand me?" Y/N asks, a small smirk on her lips as she looks at me with those same big, teasing eyes.

     "Yes, Ma'am," I breathe out, my hands shaking as I reach for her. I go to slide my hands into her hair, but Y/N shifts away from me.

     "Absolutely not. You pull my hair once and you can jack yourself off," Y/N hisses, the teasing replaced by anger as she looks at me. I glance away from her, dropping my hands down to her cheeks instead before looking back at her face. Y/N moves her hand a couple more times, her eyes slowly shifting back to their teasing tone before her mouth is back on me. This time she goes lower, about halfway down me. 

     Groins and her name stumble out of me as Y/N bobs her head up and down, her hand following after her mouth over the next few minutes. Not once does her mouth pull fully off of me, leaving me wrapped in warmth. I rub soft circles into her skin, trying to calm myself down. It doesn't work though, all of it shoves me closer to my release faster than I want it to. Y/N's mouth, her hand, the feeling of her drool sliding down my shaft and pooling on my balls, the sloppy sound of me moving in and out of her mouth, is all too much, it's pushing me forward too fast. 

     Her eyes constantly scanning my face don't help either. They're watery but still soft, her pupils still blown out as she looks at me. I feel my muscles tighten, my hand automatically sliding down and softly wrapping around her throat. Y/N's other hand slides off its place on my thigh and dipping down to my balls. Her fingertips are soft as they massage me, this little act pushing me even closer.

     "Y/N..." I breathe out, my hand tightening on her throat. Her eyes stay locked on me as she slides all the way down my shaft. I can feel myself slide down her throat, new parts of me getting to feel the warmth of her mouth. Y/N's nose bumps into my stomach, her mouth and throat muscles working to suck on me as her fingers continue to massage my sack. When the sound of her gagging reaches my ears, it pushes me over the edge. It feels like she's sucking my cum right out of me. I groin again, my chest heaving, and my eyes snapping shut as I release down her throat.

     We stay still, my hand still around Y/N's throat and her throat muscles still wrapping and unwrapping around my penis resting down her throat, gags still spilling out of her. It feels like electricity is speeding through me as Y/N's muscles unwillingly rub against my sensitive dick. I slowly pull myself out of her throat, my gaze focused on her as she gasps for air. "That... that was... really good," I murmur, softly rubbing the skin I was previously squeezing.

     "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Y/N pushes out in between huffs of air. Her head tilts down, her forehead resting against my thigh as she catches her breath.

     "Can you show me how to give you head?" I ask, gently patting the side of the bed. I want to run my hands through her hair, but she's not okay with me touching it yet, which is okay. I know she doesn't fully trust me after my actions the other day. I don't blame her for not fully trusting me.

     "Ya," Y/N answers shortly, staying on the ground for a beat before standing up. I watch as she crawls on my bed, laying herself on her back with her legs open. "Take your shirt off... please," she orders, which I obey, sliding my shirt off and kicking the rest of my clothes off my ankles. 

     "Now what do I do?"

     "You need to kneel on the ground like I was earlier."

     Once again, I listen, placing myself in Y/N's previous spot. When I'm set, she shifts again, sliding down the bed so her knees are resting on my shoulders and her legs dangling down my back. "So, now you tease me some. Kissing the inside of my thighs, running your fingers over my clothed pussy, all that stuff."

     "What's a pussy?" I ask, glancing up at her before littering soft kisses over the exposed parts of her thighs.

     "It's another word for a vagina," she answers, her hands sliding into my hair and gently twirling it around. 

     "Oh," I hum, glancing at her again before feathering my fingers over her like she did to my boxers. Y/N's thighs shift a bit, letting me know she likes my touches. "Can I take your shorts off?" I ask, slithering my tongue out and rubbing it against her flesh. Her tongue felt nice against my skin, so it should feel good against hers. I hope.

     "Yes," Y/N answers, her breath a bit heavier and her fingers tighter on the ends of my hair.

     Her answer starts my dick up again, a rush of blood running through me. I take my time, slowly sliding the material down her body. I have to move a bit to take them off, but I don't mind since Y/N's legs are right back in place afterward. Her panties have a small wet spot, another good sign. I let my fingers go back to their placement, this time rubbing soft circles into the spot. This gets me a few moans. I watch her attentively, rolling over her reactions at different spots I touch.  

     "I want to feel your tongue," Y/N says, a bit of a whine following her words. I like it when she whines, it means I'm making her feel good. I listen to her, going back to sliding my tongue over her thighs. "No," she whines again, using my hair to pull my head up some, my nose hovering over the growing wet spot. 

     I glance at her for direction, but her head is tilted back, giving me no reaction other than her chest pumping a little faster than normal. I continue my circles for a beat before sliding my tongue out again, this time sliding it over her clothed pussy. This gets me a sharp moan, a needy moan. The same moan I get right before I push myself inside her. I continue my licks, trying to remember what all the guys said about giving head and 'eating pussy' at the first 'boy's night' since Y/N isn't giving me much direction. I guess I'm going to have to rely on trial and error.

     Y/N's thighs get closer and closer to the side of my face before they're gently rested against my head. "I want to taste you," I voice, letting my fingers slide up to the waistband of her panties.

     This gets me a tighter grip of her thighs against me. "Please?" Y/N begs, her thighs releasing me a bit. "Please eat me out."

     I blink at her a few times, my fingers skirting under her waistband as I work out her words. I'm going to assume she means eat out her pussy. I'm pretty sure that's what she means. I tug her panties down, slowly, before moving around again to pull them fully off. Once Y/N is back in place, she shifts forward, moving her vagina closer to my face. It's hard to see it, so I gently push her legs open.

     I stay still, looking her over. I've never really looked at this part of her. It's weird to think this is the part of her that makes me feel so good. "Stop staring," Y/N says, gently pushing my head down. She must be really needy. I ignore her command, keeping my eyes open as I get closer to her intimate parts. 

     "What do I do?" I ask, now barely an inch away from her.

     "Lick me, fuck me with your tongue, suck on me, I don't care, Con. Just make me feel good," she whines, tugging on the ends of my hair. That's a little helpful, but not as much as I wish she would be. I slide my tongue out again, slowly moving it from her hole up the rest of her. When I get to the top of her vagina, Y/N lets out a low moan and tugs on my hair. That must be a nice spot for her then.

     I lick the spot a couple more times, Y/N's thighs tightening on me each time I do so. Yes, this is a good spot. I listen to another one of her requests, shifting closer so I can suck on her. "Fuck, Conner," she whines as I suck on her skin, her thighs permanently locked around me now. "You... I need... your fingers inside me," she pushes out, soft moans and heavy breaths breaking up her words. 

     That is a very vague statement. It takes a second for me to figure out what she means, but I do get to an answer. I walked in on Y/N's fingers inside herself before, inside her vagina, so I think that's what she means. I go to push three fingers in like I saw her doing, but she cuts me off. "Hey, hey, hey! Only one until I'm stretched a bit," she says, shifting away from me.

     That makes me a bit upset. I'm enjoying making her feel good, but I can't do that if she moves away. I work one finger into her, pulling her back in place so I can focus on sucking and licking her nice spot. I pump my finger in and out of her a few times before adding a second one. This gets me a buck of her hips and another hair pull. "Con... Con, Con, Con," she almost sings.

     I tug my eyes away from her pussy, looking back up at her. Y/N's back is arched a bit, pushing her boobs up and her head further back. I like when she does this, it means I'm making her feel good. It also usually means she'll start tightening around me. "Can... Can... you curl your... Con," Y/N starts her new request but cuts herself off by moaning my name.

     I try curling my tongue against her but don't get a response. Must be the wrong thing to curl. I go back to licking her good spot, which has started to harden a bit. This time I try curling my fingers. That gets me a good response. Y/N arches her back more, my name pulled out in a whine again. I continue curling my fingers in her, the feeling of her puffy flesh against my fingers instead of my penis for once. I go to pull my fingers out of her, but Y/N's hips move down after me. "Hey," she stutters out, the word drawn out, and her walls tightening around my fingertips.

     I smile a bit at that. When Y/N starts tightening it means she's going to cum soon, which means I'm going to get to taste her. I give her what she wants, my fingers curling against her. I keep my eyes locked on her chest, watching it heave for air as I make her feel good. "Conner," she calls again, her legs squeezing my face and her pussy squeezing my fingers. I let my eyes drop down, watching as her cum spills out onto her thighs and my bed. 

     This makes me happy. I get to taste her. I softly tug my fingers out of her, wrapping my hands around her thighs before dipping my head down to her opening. "Con, please, fuck," once again, Y/N cuts herself off when I dip my tongue into her. I circle it around her, licking up all her juices. My penis pulses as I slurp Y/N's cum up, letting the mix of salty and sweet overtake my taste buds. She tastes good, really good. I understand why I was asked how she tastes.

     "Please make me feel good," Y/N begs, trying to pull me up by my hair again.

     "I don't know how you want me to do that," I answer back quickly, going back to licking her clean. I would be content doing this all day long. Y/N tastes nice, she looks pretty arched up and wrapped around me, and she sounds pretty begging me to make her feel good.

     "Please fuck me. I want you inside me," Y/N whines, trying to pull me up her body again. Reluctantly, I let her tug me up her body. My dick is pressed against her thigh, my arms on either side of her head, and my chest hovering over hers. I want to feel her chest, I want to know if her boobs are soft.

     "I want to touch your boobs," I say, glancing at her before looking back at her chest.

     "Fine, fine, just get inside me," Y/N says, her hands dropping to my hips and shifting me over. My dick slides against her, the warmth from her rolling against me as my tip snags on her hole. Y/N's nails dig into me as she pushes me forward, trying to stuff herself full of me. Once again, I give in, letting myself slide into her as I work her tank top up and over her head. 

     Her boobs spill out, no bra under her top to hold them in place. I'm gentle as I cup them in my hands, her nipples hard against my palms. Her skin is soft under my touch, her pussy already squeezing around me. "I want to creampie you too," I tell her, dipping my head down to press a kiss against her lips.

     Y/N is eager as she kisses me back, her hands sliding up my back and her nails digging into my shoulder blades. I squeeze her boobs softly as our lips slide against one another. The feeling of them leaking through my fingers makes my dick pulse again. When we pull apart, I work on littering her neck with kisses, my fingers tightening and releasing her boobs time and time again.

     "If I say yes, will you fuck me?" She whines, trying to move her hips from under me. It doesn't work very well, giving her minimum friction and giving me a disappointed whine from the girl under me.

     "I'll have sex with you either way," I answer, dropping my hands from her chest to her hips. I move her slowly, helping her hips meet mine as I start thrusting in and out of her. "I just want to see what it'll look like."

     "Yes, yes, fine, cum in me, Con," Y/N answers, her chest still heaving, causing her chest to come in contact with mine when she breathes in. "Please move faster."

     I do as I'm told, picking up my past and moving her faster under me. Y/N's nails dig in deeper, sliding up and down my back as I move her. These touches hurt, but somehow also push me toward a second release. "I'm not... I'm going to finish soon," I murmur, letting my head rest against her shoulder.

     "No," she whines, tugging on me, her nails sliding to the sides instead of down my skin. "Con, I need you to move faster. I want to cum again."

     One of her hands slides down my shoulder, my arm, and wraps around my wrist. She tugs my hand off her hip, shifting it down. "I don't know what you want me to do," I tell her, slowing my movements and trying to focus on my breath. I want to last longer, I want to make Y/N feel good for longer, and I want her to release again too.

     "I want... I want you to rub my clit."

     "What's a clit?" I ask, dipping my fingers down and rubbing the good spot I was sucking and licking earlier.

     "That," Y/N breathes out, her hands back in their previous place. Oh, the good spot is called a clit. Whines tumble out of her, nails dug into my skin, and her pussy tightening around me. "Please move faster," she begs again. This time I listen, picking up the pace of my hips and my fingers. A few thrusts in, Y/N is singing my name again. I like it when she says it like this, when I'm in her, when she's whiney with needs I only fix for her. "Conner!" She whines, her back arching again.

     I look down at the spot where we're joined. Like earlier, Y/N's juices spill out, this time coating both of us instead of just herself. Her fingers go gentle against my skin, her arching falling back down. Her needs have been met so now I can focus on finishing inside her. It doesn't take long, another two or three thrusts. When I feel my release start, I thrust in, pushing every inch as far into Y/N as I can. "Conner," she whines, her nails digging into me a bit before going gentle again.

     "Y/N," I call back gently, letting my forehead rest against hers. Her eyes are soft, not the teasing soft but a sleepy, spent-out soft. We stay like this, even after I'm finished, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the space.

     After a couple of minutes, I shift, lifting myself off of her and slowly pulling out. Y/N's hands slide up me, rooting themselves in my hair again as I duck down. My head rests against her thigh as I tug her legs open, putting her on full display. Y/N looks so pretty with the white of my semen pooled in her and slowly spilling out. She goes to close her legs, but I tug them back open. "I want to watch," I tell her glancing up at her. 

     Her cheeks are bright red and her eyes a little wide as she looks down at me. Y/N doesn't say anything, just lays back down and lets her legs rest open. I turn my attention back to my mess and continue to watch it spill out. What doesn't spill out slides down deeper into Y/N, causing my dick to twitch again. "I think you should go on the baby medication," I say, glancing at her again.

     "Why?" She asks, sleepiness coating her words.

     "I like to creampie you. I like to watch it seep into you." 

     Y/N's thighs shift some, bumping against my face before falling open again. "Ya, okay, I'll go on the pill," she finally answers, bumping her legs against me again. I smile to myself, turning back to my new entertainment. I'm going to get to creampie Y/N every time we have sex. Maybe she'll let me creampie her again today. "I want to take a nap," she says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

     "Okay," I answer, looking at her pussy for another beat before curling up the bed. We'll take a nap, and then I'll have sex with her again.

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[sexy-n-stressed]

Deck the halls (Conner Kent X Male Reader one shot)

A/N: Hi everyone, so, this will be my first post on writing Tumblr, and a bit of a pivot for me. I have a history of writing fanfiction, but have decided to start writing one-shots (and smut….soon…) as I am terrible at committing to full-length stories. This is just a quick story, which I'm planning to follow up with in the next part. Also, it's Christmas for me today so yay fluffy Christmas?

Also, most if not all of my stories will be male readers, as I am a male and want to make stories for people like me who have struggled to find stories like this with male representation. That being said, all gender identities are allowed to interact with my stories, and I may accept female reader requests. So fire away!

Please send me story requests, and follow and comment so I know you're reading! Thank you!

Side note, in my version of things, Conner’s introduction happens like that of young justice but a fair bit later, meaning Dick Grayson is grown etc while Conner is still freshly….minted?

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Christmas was a time of snow, cheesy movies and overplayed sellout Christmas albums. And, as Y/N would find out, boys. Specifically Conner Kent.

The holiday had started innocently, with the newest adopted son of Bruce Wayne being invited along to a combined lunch with the Kent family, which was also apparently the family of Superman. Being adopted into a wealthy socialite family was one thing, especially after bouncing around the foster system among families in the Narrows, Gotham's seedy underbelly. Being adopted into the Batfamily was something else entirely.

With the whole new host of Vigilante siblings and father, came an immense amount of pressure to live up to the moral standard they had set. Between attending Galas, etiquette training, crime fighting and fitting into a family of ‘misfit’ angsty superheroes, the chances of failure kept building and it was obvious that everything was doomed to come crashing down.

Lately, you had been missing training sessions, forgetting to show up for the rich socialite events Bruce was forced to attend, even the ones in your own home, which was more of a haunted house anyway.

It was obvious that Bruce was less than happy, disappointed even in your behaviour, though he wouldn't voice it. Having just been adopted into the family meant that everyone was still walking on eggshells around you, not paying you much mind when you both were and weren't present, only engaging in simple small talk. It wasn't necessarily their fault, you had made no real effort to reach out or connect. A side effect of an unstable home life you guessed.

Arriving at the Kent family farm was like a deep breath. There were no looming crystal chandeliers, no extravagant staircases or dining tables and absolutely no overbearing elitists. You felt free among the cutesy knick-knacks and homemade furniture.

“Welcome!” A warm voice beamed as the thick oak door creaked open, laced with a typical southern drawl one would expect around these parts. The voice belonged to Clark’s mother, or ma as she liked to be called. A southern thing you assumed.

As greetings and gifts between the two initially standoffish families took place, a firm hand was pointed in your direction. Quickly shaking it, you remembered to force eye contact with Clark, or, Mr.Kent as you would confusingly call both him and his father for the rest of the gathering, regardless of any request to “Please, call me Clark”

The sturdy man emitted a soothing warmth, both from his comforting personality and from the literal solar warmth the man contained, powering his God-like abilities. It may have been snowing, but the Kent’s felt like a warm sunburst in the backdrop of a picturesque photograph.

Clark made a comment about speaking to you more later in the evening, most likely welcoming you into the family and wider network of connections Bruce held, and swept away to greet his other guests while preparing the most likely gargantuan amount of food about to be consumed.

Eyes sweeping the room, you looked for somebody to strike up a conversation with, both to follow the etiquette training rules of sociability and to escape an awkward, overbearing conversation with the more intense few present, such as Ma Kent. While you held absolutely nothing against the woman, her booming laugh and exaggerated body movements made you almost queasy with nerves.

You weren't waiting long though, as the boy you guessed to be Conner Kent, who you had been told not to ask about his relation to the Kents for some reason, dropped a cartoonishly large crate of apples behind you, with the stragglers rolling off into every direction.

Dropping to the floor, you began helping the boy gather the fallen produce, heaving armfuls of the crisp red apples back into the crate.

He seemed mad, muttering words you assumed to be swears under his breath as he practically threw the apples back into the crate, bruising them.

“At least it wasn’t eggs?” You awkwardly interjected. He stared at you silently, for what felt like an hour, before lightly chuckling.

“What?” The boy stared blankly at you, seemingly not understanding the joke.

“Well because if it was eggs then they would… break, y’know?”

“Oh!” He burst into laughter at the explanation, somehow enjoying the joke.

Still laughing, he stood up, brushing off his knees before extending a hand towards you. “I'm, uh, Conner..”

He subtly cringed as he spoke, stopping himself from saying the word Kent. You understood that all too well, not feeling right calling yourself a Wayne.

“I'm Y/N…” Your avoidance of the word Wayne seemed to strike a cord within him, and the two of you felt instantly closer. Shaking hands with Conner was like playing a thumb war with a gorilla. He seemed to force himself to subdue the intense Kryptonian strength he possessed.

“Thank you for your help” Conner spoke, standing uncomfortably in a way that suggested he was unfamiliar with social interaction. You, on the other hand, were just uncomfortable with it.

“You’re welcome.” came the awkward reply. “Need a hand with that?” gesturing towards the large apple crate. Did you seriously just ask a Kryptonian if they needed help lifting something? You were already blowing this lunch.

“Why would I need a hand? I have two” Conner confusedly responded, looking down at his hands to confirm he did, in fact, have both.

“No, like, help lifting that.” You once again pointed to the apple crate.

“Oh,” He sounded dejected, clearly upset with himself for misinterpreting that.

“No, no it's my fault. That didn't make any sense” you quickly spoke, moving towards Conner and beginning to lift the crate, to which he effortlessly heaved it into the air. You would feel embarrassed if the endearing tensing of his back and arm muscles wasn't completely distracting you.

The two of you walked the crate to the kitchen, as Ma gleefully rubbed her hands together while mumbling about making apple pie better than someone named Dolores ever could. The murderous glint in her eye told you she was not playing about her apple pie.

“Ma really likes her apple pie” Conner explained as you exited the kitchen. He stopped, before turning to you with an excited look.

“Would you like to see my room?”

A/N: Y/N may have W rizz. Also, the formatting of Tumblr is new to me, so if there is anything annoying with how this is laid out, let me know! Pease send Requests too! I'm excited to see what comes in!

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[nibordereht]

The sky was getting dark

Summary:

After got engage, Tim and Kon steal a motorcycle.

The sky was getting dark (Tim Drake/Kon-El Conner Kent) by anyrobin in AO3

Tim inhales deeply the icy air that hits his bare face carelessly as he moves down the road clinging to the soft, cold leather jacket that wraps around the strong back of his companion, who drives the motorcycle they are riding.

On the back of the garment, which he holds tightly, there are large, carelessly embroidered white letters that are assiduously illuminated by the dazzling lights of vehicles overtaking on the side of the road, making the inscription "Ndivil" on the garment absolutely clear.

Tim smiles to himself as he notices the strange situation they find themselves in, as if they were the protagonists of a romantic movie, making their most wonderful utopias come true, escaping from the world to focus solely on their happiness, side by side. However, that's not their real situation, not even close. It's just him and his boyfriend doing a prank, the biggest one of all. The last one.

Hours earlier, they had parked their car in a passing tent on the way to the border, near the forests and mountains; they stopped halfway through their car trip with the intention of eating something to regain energy and unwind their legs.

"Then I'll have a tea, a medium latte with two sugars and the cream, and two servings of pancakes," the tall boy asked the cashier, with a smiling Tim clutching his arm, glad that his boyfriend ordered what he liked without the need to ask first.

They went together to a table away from the critical and prying eyes of families and truckers who stopped by to eat as well and sat facing each other to make the company less invasive and more enjoyable. Facing each other, they could chat more easily and would not miss any of the other's details.

"Thanks for this, Kon, it will do us good," Tim mentioned, playing with the ring on his ring finger.

Conner, who had just removed his leather jacket, smiled at him shaking out his own blackish hair, and then pointed to the ring on his finger.

"You don't have to be thankful, think of this as an early honeymoon. You needed to detach yourself from all the wedding preparations and so did I, plus your stupid business at Wayne Enterprises and the bats. The trip is for the greater good. I was desperate to get you away from all those hoarding vampires, though."

Tim nodded leaning back on the cushioning behind him and inhaled deeply, losing himself for a moment in the details of the varnished wood of the ceiling. The restaurant they were in was cozy, different from the cold or pompous places in the city; he liked the countryside, the sound of the wind beating in the groves and the wooden houses that looked like cabins. Conner, his fiancé (he loved how the word sounded on his lips), knew all that, so he was doing him the favor of getting him out of the city environment for a few days before continuing preparations for their wedding in less than a month. They were both tired of all the paperwork and organization, so they had run away without telling anyone and forgetting everything they still had to do. They knew they could be easily tracked, but at least they were trying.

Tim loved that about his boyfriend: his spontaneity. He felt that he could wake up one day feeling tired of the monotony of their lives and it would only take one look at Kon for him to understand how he felt and fly him away from it all to put it back together again.

He was fantastic, that's why he had not hesitated for a moment to say "I do" when he proposed to her; although in reality Conner had not even managed to formulate the proposal when Tim was already accepting. The detective saw a ring between his fingers and hadn't even had to think about it, to his luck he got the purpose of that ring right, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

"Do you think it will take us long to get there? I appreciate you agreeing to ride in your car and not just fly," asked Tim with the cup of latte in his hands. He inhaled the steam coming off of it and smiled taking a sip.

"Three more hours, maybe, it's a long trip."

"But it'll be worth it," he mused with the cup pressed to his lips. Kon smiled at him, enraptured by the tranquility Tim conveyed.

Sometimes his boyfriend was explosive and sizzling, but at other times (rare, really) he was the most passive being his eyes had ever seen and he adored that duality.

They finished their breakfast in complete quiet, deaf to the constant murmuring around them and the sound of cars parking on the other side of the wall. They paid the bill ready to end their little tryst once and for all and continue their journey to the cabin in the mountains that Tim had rented at the last minute the night before.

They walked out holding hands, sporting the gleaming pair of white gold rings on their intertwined fingers and with wide smiles on their faces that they were sure no one and nothing could erase from them.

However, after walking a few steps in the direction of where they had left the car parked, they realized something.

The vehicle was missing.

They looked at each other at the same time, puzzled because they both remembered having parked in that specific place, but there was definitely no car there. They began to scan every part of the parking lot, trying to remember exactly the path they had taken from the store to the car and back, hoping to find the whereabouts of the vehicle, but to no avail.

Their car had been stolen.

"Shit. Kon..." called Tim, tightening his grip on his hands.

"Yes?" he asked, swallowing saliva.

"Where are the car keys?"

Conner immediately patted his pockets, trying to make them jingle and thus find the object his boyfriend was asking for. He was absolutely sure that he had taken them out after parking and put them in his jacket, but no matter how hard he looked for them, he couldn't find them. He knew then, by chance, that he had left them inside the vehicle before leaving.

"They must have fallen into the seat when I got out of it to get out of the car," Conner lamented, smacking his forehead.

Tim remained undaunted and nodded slowly.

"Kon-El, Conner Kent..." he called again.

"Yes?" he repeated.

"I know we're not married yet," he said, "but I already want a divorce."

Conner had intended to laugh, but for a moment he questioned the falsity in his fiancé's words. Even though he would be angry if Tim lost the car in the middle of nowhere, it was no time to joke about it.

He looked around the parking lot again, fluctuating between his options to get out of the situation. They didn't have the car, nor its keys and much less all the belongings they had left inside it, so he didn't have many alternatives to get out of that situation, but he needed to fix the mess he had just got into, otherwise, he would have to resign himself to ruin his early honeymoon and maybe have to delay the wedding because of the loss of his car, which was not exactly second hand and even less a cheap one, since he had insisted that they pay for it themselves without any financing related to Wayne. It may not have been the latest model or anything exclusive, but it had cost him a lot of effort and years of work on the farm and saved allowances, as well as a lot of money. She'd acquired it so he could go on normal dates with his -now- fiancé and lost it in the blink of an eye. Idiot.

"And what are we supposed to do now? ", Tim said quietly and then let out a sigh. He wasn't angry, maybe annoyed, but mostly disappointed. He was looking forward to the trip and all his happiness had been interrupted in a matter of seconds.

Feeling even more pressured by the tone of voice in his partner's words, Kon grabbed him by the wrist on impulse (untwisting their joined hands) and pulled him towards him to start running in the direction of the opposite side of the parking lot.

"What are you doing?" questioned Tim with a frown.

"Just follow me. "

Tim allowed the opponent to continue dragging him to where a young man was parking his motorcycle, but what happened seconds later he could not have foreseen.

In one swift movement, Conner rammed the guy from the side, pushing him to the ground, and when he fell he snatched the keys of the vehicle which he held between his fingers. He did not hesitate before jumping on the motorcycle and dragging Tim with him to help him quickly climb on his back, making him hold on to his leather jacket tightly and then simply start the engine and start the motorcycle.

"Sorry, but it's an emergency," said Conner already behind the wheel of the vehicle, backing it up so he could get underway. "We'll get it back to you right away, I promise! "

"Are you crazy!", Tim exclaimed with his hands clutched tightly around his boyfriend's waist, straining not to choke on the air that was crashing against his face due to the speed with which his boyfriend was already moving down the road. "They're going to...!" he moaned. "They're going to take us to prison! I'll have to lock myself up in it! Why didn't you just fly?"

"I can't hear you!", Conner shouted without taking his eyes off the road. He was thankful that they were traveling on an uncrowded route and not having to watch out for hitting someone else while moving so fast, but he slowed down anyway after a couple of minutes when he made sure there was no way the guy they had just taken the bike from was chasing them or checking his features to file a report with the local police. "You were saying?"

Tim leaned his forehead against Conner's back and squeezed his eyes shut so that the air would stop making them sting, swallowed hard the little saliva accumulated in his mouth cavity and shook his head waiting for his boyfriend to feel it.

"Fuck the super audition- you're crazy, Kon!"

The named only laughed, more focused on getting through a curve. Tim squeezed his waist tightly, still fearful that something was going to happen to them.

"Let's get the one who stole from us!" jocularly shouted Conner. "We are the unstoppable duo!"

Tim wanted to hit him and yell back that they weren't in a movie and that they had gotten themselves into a gigantic mess by taking a stranger's motorcycle, but he didn't want to be the voice of conscience in that situation and tried hard to get used to the adrenaline sensation caused by crossing the road at a dangerous speed and without any protection. He would definitely not commit such a madness with anyone else but Conner, he was sure; so he would try to enjoy it for as long as it lasted, until they were caught or had no choice but to return without their car and face the consequences of their actions.

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A few hours have passed since they escaped from the restaurant on a motorcycle that doesn't belong to them and Tim has already gotten used to the speed, the cold and the strange situation they are in. He no longer feels the same fear as some time before and imagines what he is living as an experience that he will mention during his wedding ceremony as the greatest folly that Conner led him to commit... Or the most civil one.

He feels warm, satisfied, and even fulfilled with the feat they have accomplished. He no longer thinks about the consequences or the future (referring to their robbery), but is dedicated to living the adventure they are undertaking.

"It's useless," he hears Conner say as he slows the vehicle and leans over to park on the side of the road that is arranged as a lookout into the woods.

When Conner turns off the motorcycle and gets off it amid frustrated huffs, Tim mimics his actions, only he wears a painted-on grin he's not willing to wipe off for the world and hangs on the taller man's arm to get him to lift his head and stop shaking his hair angrily.

"It's not pointless, it's exciting," says Tim. "I like to have some extreme fun where we don't have to make sure no one gets hurt. Well, except the poor guy we took the bike from."

"But there's no sign of our car," Conner snorts, but Tim nudges him in the ribs and shrugs.

"Hey, stop worrying, okay? It's not your fault. Besides, we have a nice replacement bike now."

Conner lets out a dry laugh that makes Tim frown and separate from him. The optimistic demeanor the boy had at the beginning of his prank has completely disappeared as he didn't get the desired results, making Tim feel annoyed out of nowhere, because he was the one who had gotten them into that bigger mess than the initial problem, to begin with, and he doesn't like it when he behaves inconsistently. They had already started with that, now they had to finish it.

"Conner Kent, look at me," he demands.

"Timothy Drake, I'm looking at you," Conner replies with a weariness that he tries to disguise with jocularity. He tries to ignore the fact that Tim hasn't called him "Kon," which is typical of him when he starts to get angry.

"I don't want you to look like a punished child, do you hear me? We've been through this and we're going all the way," he declares solemnly. "We've been through worse, and I've put up with a lot more bullshit from you, so don't even think I'm going to let you put your head down over something as stupid as not finding a puny car in the middle of nowhere. I repeat, did you hear that right?"

Conner's face reddens from anger and embarrassment, for if he didn't look like a scolded child moments before, now Tim has left him looking like one, and it bothers him that he is behaving this way, as if assuming that he has already put his head down and plans to give up on his quest. He feels ridiculed and as if his boyfriend has lost hope in him.

"I heard right," he states, with a frown. "I don't need you to tell me things over and over again, I'm not a child, Tim!"

Tim purses his lips, self-conscious at his fiancé's response. He himself had not expected to hear himself like this, his intention was not to come across as squeamish or paternal, he just wanted to raise his spirit, but apparently, his words had backfired.

"Maybe Clark was right and it's too soon to get married? ", muses Conner suddenly, turning around and walking to the railing of the unusual gazebo. He wants to lose himself for a while watching the endless trees, but the sound of Tim approaching from behind prevents him. He knows his comment was over the line, but the frustration of the situation comes crashing down on him and out of nowhere all his worries are weighing on his shoulders.

"Why are you bringing it up now?" asks Tim with a clear tone of indignation in his voice.

Such an adventure, with both of them escaping on a stolen motorcycle in search of something they can hardly find, shortly after getting married and after feeling like the kings of the world, should serve to strengthen their relationship, to reaffirm their feelings for each other? However, suddenly, doubts invade Conner and make Tim tremble, because there is the possibility that this prank only made his boyfriend realize that he did not want to do dangerous deeds with him, that he would not want him in the bad things too; that he did not want to marry him.

"Forget it."

"No, Conner, tell me why."

Conner sighs and turns to look at it, leaning on the railing and with the lights of some passing cars being his only illumination, besides the moon that begins to be seen in the still clear firmament.

"Look at us, honey, we're still young and irresponsible... We take a bike and run around as if we were a couple of kids with no conscience of our actions. A step as big as getting married.... Maybe we are not ready yet. "

Tim angered, clenches the ring tightly in his hand and angrily denies it.

"Speak for yourself, because I am," states Tim. "We've been through horrible things, fought worse battles. I lost you once, Conner! So now what, you're going to use age as an excuse? We're grown-ups now, Conner! My parents got married at seventeen and didn't stop to think about their ages because they were sure they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. They were sure of their love, aren't you sure of ours, Conner?"

Conner clenches his fists and looks at the certainty in his boyfriend's eyes. Tim comes across as convinced of everything he says, no hesitation of any kind and no trace of doubt; it makes him feel embarrassed and foolish. An idiot for even mentioning the idea of postponing their wedding. He had just gotten angry because he felt he was treated like a coward, yet now he does act like one.

He is sure that he loves Tim, has no doubt that he wants to give the rest of his life to him, and yet he made such a foolish comment. Conner was convinced when he bought the pair of engagement rings they both wear on their ring fingers, and he finds no reason not to be convinced then too, because when he sees Tim he knows there is no one else in the world for him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... It's not like that, I love you. I got carried away. "

"I love you too, Kon," Tim declares, relaxing his shoulders; "but we can't always be arguing about things like this. Don't mention doubts you don't have or you'll create misunderstandings that can ruin everything, okay? And don't take it as a scolding, take it as a suggestion."

Conner nods and smiles stretching his arm towards his boyfriend, when Tim takes it, he pulls him to his chest to hug him tenderly. Tim tries to hide his own smile, but holds his arms lovingly around his chest anyway.

"Oh, and about the age thing    We're nowhere near thirty, insecure baby, no kidding. Seven years of dating hasn't been enough for you?" "I'm never satisfied if it's about you, T. I want it all from you, love."

"That's so cliché," Tim says feigning a retch. "Sometimes I get sick of your cheesy comments."

"Oh, yeah?" Tim nods. "Well, as long as we're being honest... I don't like the yellow shirt you bought for me, I'll look like a duckling at the altar!"

The shorter one jumps up in surprise and immediately separates from his boyfriend, looking indignant in front of him.

"You can't complain! You bought a white suit for me and I didn't refuse, now you quietly dress up as a duckling!"

"But it's different! ", Conner appeals. "Have you seen yourself in white? It's not because I want to accomplish something stupid like you playing the bride in your equivalent of a dress that color, but it's just that in white you look."

"Wow?" Conner nods with a smile and he smiles too. "I always look wow, Kon. It's part of my nature."

They both laugh together until the sky begins to darken. Neither of them has noticed, but the day has almost completely passed (not yet approaching the night) and they continue chatting as if nothing had happened until Conner gets ready to walk to the motorcycle again and return to his last stop to assume the consequences of taking someone else's vehicle without permission and return empty-handed -without his car. The only motivation he has left to return is that he knows he will do it with his boyfriend holding his hand and receiving the penalty with him, because this adventure belongs to both of them, and they will both get to the end of it.

Tim watches his boyfriend approach the motorcycle and his eyes suddenly lose sight of the inscription on his jacket as it is suddenly illuminated by the headlights of a speeding car.

"Kon?"

"What's up?" asks Conner already on the bike.

"What does Ndivil mean?"

Tim recalls, then, his freshman year in college when he and Conner had decided to start attending together in San Francisco in certain quiet times, when he would hear talk in the hallways about a sophomore "Ndivil"- so-called because of the embroidery on his jacket, a new design for his civilian version that Tim never asked about - who was described as haughty and bold, someone manly and tough looking, but also funny and charming to those who suited him...The typical bad boy stereotype that made a girl or two drool in the movies. Although of course, Tim had not taken long to show how in love they were and disprove all that, because his Kon was not arrogant or daring, yes charming and funny, but above all affectionate and even shy and awkward. He was six feet and so much of pure sweetness that Tim had managed to hoard just for him.

"Ah, that," he says, smiling. "It's Kryptonian. It has several meanings like any name, but I like it for one in particular: 'he who shines'; isn't that cool? "

Tim gives a disappointed pout, as he was hoping to find an interesting story behind it all. Some amusing anecdote or something much more profound and far-fetched than a simple search for meanings on the internet.

Without answering him, Tim climbs up behind Conner and hooks his arms around the taller man's waist, leaning on his back to wait for him to depart.

Conner starts the engine, but before he even makes a move, he decides to speak:

"Tim."

"What is it?"

"Do you know why I no longer introduce myself as Ndivil?"

Tim raises his head from his hiding place and looks at the back of his opponent's head as if he could give him understanding that he is listening to him, but Conner doesn't catch his signal and instead waits a few seconds before speaking again.

"For when I'm with you, the only one who shines out of the two of us is you. "

Tim smiles, touched by the cheesy words of his boyfriend, who never fails to speed up his heartbeat and make him feel moved. Anyway, it doesn't take him long to give him a push, making the bike wobble, and let out a giggle.

"Don't be silly, Kon," he muses settling back in. "When we're together we both glow. "

"I guess you're right," Conner agrees with a smile and starts the motorcycle, moving along the same road they had been riding hours before.

Now, Tim again inhales deeply the cold air that blows against his face as he moves along the road holding on to Conner's jacket; he no longer takes the time to analyze the embroidery on it and instead, he is with his eyes closed recapitulating every second of the day he had spent walking the streets clinging to the back of his partner's back. This time he is not getting carried away with the feeling of living a romantic movie, because he is convinced that his life together with Conner is better than any good movie cliché, and he has just repeated to himself that in reality that would not be his last prank, since Kon and he have a whole life ahead of them to keep making mistakes together, but he is sure that each one of them will be as unforgettable an experience as having stolen a motorcycle in the middle of their anticipated honeymoon.

Tim is about to start dozing off, leaning against his boyfriend's warm back, when under the darkening sky and with the moon slowly beginning to creep in-he spots a familiar gray car ahead. His car.

"Kon, stop!"

By the time night falls completely, neither of them is still on the road; neither of them nor the vehicle that belonged to them. Instead, on the side of the road, the motorcycle that accompanied them throughout their impromptu adventure is parked, with its keys hidden behind the front wheel and a makeshift sign on it with "Thanks for the favor" written on it.

And when the sun rises again, they are already sharing a bed in the cabin they had prepared, laughing at their mischief and kissing slowly until they lose track of time again and continue to give each other their love. Both ready to seal before all those feelings the following month through a simple word:

"I do."

#timkon #kontim #tim drake #conner kent #kon el kent #fanfic #ao3 #ao3fic #one shot #fanfiction #robin #superboy #superboy and robin #red robin #dc robin #fluff

[redhead-batgal]

Type: One-Shot (possibly more)

Pairing: Regency! Reader x Regency! Kon Kent

AU: Regency

Word Count: 2,625

Content: regency terms, flashback, fluff and some kind of angst

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Some of the most damaging things in this life have to deal with our emotions, what we can control and what we can’t. Things that are completely and totally out of our own control, tend to be the things that ruin us, completely and utterly shatter us.

And something about the way that shattering somehow hurts and is so addictive at the same time can drive many insane. How your heart splitting and your soul crying can co-exist with the need for more, more of it, the thing that almost destroyed you, yet you couldn’t help but crave more.

More of the pain and more of the love you were feeling as your world became nothing more than dust and ash around you. Because after all, you got to feel it again, one last time before you’d never get to feel it again.

In the end, love was a poison, drug- a death sentence and a savior all the same. Because it could build you up and break you down. Love hurts as much as it helps. Because after everything is over, you only get to love once… right?

While it was a bit unusual for ladies to be friends with gentlemen, it did not stop you from befriending two of the most popular gentlemen of the seasons… well at least you had befriended one of them before the last season began, it allowed you to have a genuine friendship despite dozens of other ladies they could have been courting. 

But now that you were an adult officially, now that you were eligible for marriage they might go running.  After all they were only your friends because you weren’t eligible right? Now that their previously younger ineligible friend was eligible, did that mean they were going to abandon you and start courting girls they were romantically interested in?

After all, your mother said it was what was going to happen. They saw the unladylike you and could never see you as a possible bride or wife. You were a friend… a little sister, nothing more and it stung.

Stung deeply as the feelings that were brewing in you grew stronger. The letters you shared with the two always made you feel giddy. Timothy was your childhood friend; the older brother you wished you had had. He made you laugh and smile and made you feel safe.

But his best friend… your friend Kon… your heart yearns for something more. Something beyond friendship and something that was so inconceivable considering how you acted.

So, to protect yourself-your family and… and your heart you began to avoid them. Rarely replying to letters with bland responses and lies. You didn’t join them at the parties their families invited you too in the freezing months before the season.

Trapped in your home with your mother's rules and lessons nearly suffocated you but she was right. Gentlemen would never want to marry a girl like you, they want ladies, and you couldn’t become a spinster… it would ruin your family, it would destroy you. You couldn’t. So, you let her lessons become actual lessons rather than mumblings you tuned out.

So, when spring came, when the earth was warmed by the sun and vibrant buds bloomed with petals of various colors you begged to go out. Your mother was distracted with planning party after party and event after event with other mothers and you were able to slip out with just your maid as an escort.

The park gardens were colorful and fresh, making the brilliant blue skies pop as the lush green bushes holding delicate flowers painted the grounds. You loved the gardens; they were usually empty and so pretty. Trees lined pathways creating shadows for you to play in, relishing those few moments you had left to act like a girl before the season started and you officially became a lady.

“My lady,” Your maid began scurrying after you as you hopped from shadow to shadow, “Please take your parasol, the mistress would be so upset if all the months inside went to waste, and your cheeks were flushed with the freckles.”

You paused, sighing for a moment before turning back towards her with a half-smile on your face. The brim of your hat hanging low to cover your sagging brows but not to hide your eyes.

“Fine, fine. I will use the parasol… though I still believe it’s better as a weapon than a sun shield.”

Your maid laughed and you began walking towards her to retrieve the parasol when you noticed two gentlemen quite a way behind you. You paused as your maid passed the parasol into your hand watching them. It took you barely a moment to recognize the loosened cravat around one of their necks and the red and yellow edge cravat around the other one.

Intaking sharply, you spun around, and your maid blinked. Forcing a smile on your face you quickly popped the parasol and hid yourself behind it. They couldn’t see you or they’d want to talk, and you couldn’t talk.

Continuing to move down the path though more normally now and a tad slower you kept the parasol blocking anyone passing’s view. They probably didn’t notice you, you were fine, how could they? In this dress and hat you were practically unrecognizable from that far away. You took in a breath though, when the sound of fast footsteps echoed in your ears. You almost stopped when you saw a small child-a little girl in a colored dress racing by you.

A smile sprung to your face, and you let out the sigh of relief… just a moment too soon.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the Lady Y/N L/N.” A startling familiar voice echoed into your ears.

It reminded you of the crackling fire in the fireplace, the smell of ink and parchment-it reminded you of a meeting that had happened barely a year before.

The library reeked of firewood, and you were basking in it. Timothy Drake-Wayne sat in a seat across from you flipping through a sketch book of yours. He would hum and smile before flipping the page. You knew it was because he was noticing the detailed drawings you had done of the most peculiar scenes. His siblings mid-fight, one of his brothers falling from a tree, another getting yelled at by a lady, yet another hiding on the roof a book in hand and yet another perched on a hill scribbling in a notebook so eerily familiar to your own. And finally, an image of him flying in his family lake.

“These are stunning, Y/N.” He remarked softly and you smiled, pulling your knees to your chest.

You were in your nightgown, your dressing gown hanging limply off of your shoulders, squished in a chair right next to the fireplace. Outside snow softly fell signally the last of winter before spring came. This would be considered one of the first of the season's events, you knew it was supposed to be an honor your family was hosting it but honestly being locked away upstairs while music and laughter and the smell of delicious food drifted up you got bored and frustrated quickly.

Hiding in the library you worked on one of your most recent sketches, an image of Tim’s sisters spinning around in lavish ball gowns with each other. You had been present for a brief moment of dance lessons and envied them.

However, hearing the door creak open and laughter and music slip into the room only to see your childhood friend scramble in, confused you. You gave him a look and tilted your head before blinking.

“Crazy mamas?” You asked and he nodded.

You smiled and gestured to the seat across from you. Not long later, Tim sat your sketchbook in hand examining all of your sketches.

“I was thinking,” You began capturing his attention, “of doing one of all of you for Al-Mr. Alfred’s birthday. Do you think he’d appreciate it?”

Tim nodded before closing your book and reaching over to hand it back to you.

“That sounds like a fantastic idea Y/N.”

Your fingers had just closed around the book when you heard the door swing open and a slight snarl entered the room. You blinked and Tim sighed, causing you to look at him. Pulling your book against your chest you fidgeted, moving your dressing gown around so nothing really showed.

“Tim!” A voice bellowed “Tim you traitor! Where are you?” You took a breath and suddenly a young man appeared in the tiny hallway. He pointed at Tim, his blue eyes shining as he bounced towards him.

“So, this is where you were hiding, you traitorous bastard!”

You blinked and the man hopped over so he was laying across the seat next to Tim. He looked strange; he was wearing a fine suit, but it was disheveled. His cravat loose and sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, his jacket was nowhere in sight, and you blinked. He looked familiar, maybe it was the dark hair or the eyes you didn’t know. However, he was being rude, and he did just throw himself onto your chair.

“Timothy,” you began, causing the man to finally look at you, “my dear friend I hadn’t any idea you were… how did he put it? Oh yes, a bastard. I’m startled to discover this! After many many years of friendship, I was unaware! Were you ever going to enlighten me of this-this drastic matter?”

Tim blinked and you raised an eyebrow at him almost smiling and he cracked. Snorts and chortles escaped from him as he bent over trying his hardest to muffle the sound. The man looked at you and looked you over with a smile on his face.

“And who are you, my lady? I do not believe we’ve been introduced.” Tim snorted some more before swatting at his friend, “Leave her alone Kon, she doesn’t want to know you.”

‘Kon’ looked at your eyes glimmering with something as his smile grew, "I do believe that is up to her to decide. Is it not my lady?”

“It’s just Y/N,” You said, “I’m not technically a lady till next season I’m afraid.”

Kon leaned forwards looking you over again and you raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Then why in all of the ton is Timothy hiding here with you?”

You blinked coming back into the present as Kon’s sly smile burned into your mind sending your heart racing.

Looking to your sides you found the two of them flanking you. Kon and Tim- no no. Mr. Kent and Mr. Drake-Wayne. Your mother’s eight months of lessons would not go to waste in less than five seconds. 

You tried a polite smile; you had spent hours practicing to be just right. Not too wide but also not too closed. Not too sweet but not too cold. Not too inviting but also not a frown.

Those hours, days… months of training were supposed to help prepare you to mingle and be ready to be married. However, the mere thought of forgetting everything and making a fool of yourself and your family sent your breath skittering. Because of this your nerves ran hotter in your veins then your blood did.

“Mr. Drake-Wayne, Mr. Kent.”  You nodded slightly as you pulled your parasol closer to you and took a step away from them.

He was far too close... To close because you wanted him that close. To see his smile and hear his laugh. To just be around him… it was certainly not lady-like and certainly not proper!

“Mr. What and what? I do beg your pardon Y/N since when did we get so distant that you started addressing us formally?” Kon asked, leaning in towards you.

Your cheeks heated and you closed your eyes for just a moment as your mother's words echoed into your ears over and over again.

Proper ladies refer to gentlemen by their formal names, not their christen ones. Proper ladies do not have friendships with gentlemen they have courtships, proper ladies-

“Leave her alone Kon, she’s just being polite.” Tim remarked, shooting a slight glare at Kon, “How are you doing Miss. L/N?”

Taking in a breath you smiled and turned towards Tim acknowledging him as more of your mother's rules blared in your mind. Proper ladies do not civilize with improper men, proper ladies only reply to men who are proper in return, proper ladies are quiet, proper ladies only interact with men who are possible suitors…Where was that damned maid you brought along as an escort? Wasn’t she supposed to be stepping in, in a situation like this?

“I have been doing fine, thank you for asking Mr. Drake-Wayne. How have you been?”

Tim blinked in surprise as if what you said shocked him… which it might have. There may or may not have been a running joke in which the two of you would pretend to be “higher class” and greet each other as such. Years of familiarity and afternoons of playing royalty drilled this joke in further. Kon however, was not surprised, just frustrated.

“Y/N, stop acting so snobby. You aren’t like this.”

Something alit in your chest, while he wasn’t entirely wrong, it annoyed you to think he had any say in who you were… or who he thought you were. Your heart may care for him, but he had no idea what you had been doing these past months. He didn’t know you… he didn’t! Turning towards him you smiled bitterly and leaned in.

“Who says you have an idea who I am? We just became friends last year after all.”

Kon suddenly had a smirk on his face, and he leaned in towards you, much to Tim’s protest, so close that your noses were nearly touching. Looking his face over you saw the clear mask begin to fade.

“Why because, my dear Y/N, you are my most precious ruby.”

Heat flooded your cheeks as a faint memory brush to the front of your mind. You pushed it back and sighed, shaking your head. Causing a look of confusion to fold across Kon’s face. There was a retort, a brilliantly witty one that could get Kon back and still make you seem refined.

“How unfortunate you said that.”

Stepping away from him with something burning in your chest you tried your hardest to focus on something else. Hoping that Kon or even Tim would question your reaction. You burned to use the retort to sound so classy and dignified and so fierce.

“And” Kon began, much to your relief, “why is that?”

Smiling, you took a step forward reaching towards his loosened cravat. Fingers pulling up, you looked in his eyes smiling.

“Because to another man, I’d be considered a diamond.”

Tim suddenly burst into a coughing fit, and you caught his eye. Only to see him trying his hardest to force back a smile that had begun on his face. Meanwhile Kon stood in front of you, his eyes wide and his cheeks… well you must have been imagining something because his cheeks appeared to be pink. A light flush clear, Kon blinked visibly swallowing before you gave Tim a slight curtsy and turned to leave. Head raised high, your heart racing even faster in your chest, you caught your maid’s eye.

The two of you began to walk away when you paused and turned back, tilting your parasol just enough they could see your face and you could still see Kon’s astonished one.

“I do hope you enjoy the rest of your day Mr. Drake-Wayne… oh and you too Mr. Kent.”

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[freedvmrouge]

KNITTING AND SEWING.

fandom: dc comics.

character(s): kon el/conner kent.

word count: 530.

tags & warnings: pov kon el, college au-ish.

summary: kon is trying to catch up on his college projects when he gets a notification of martha's upcoming birthday and shifts focus.

masterlist.

a/n: i've had this hc where kon is a fashion design major, so i couldn't not write it for this prompt.

Kon pulls a thread through the needle and silently cheers. He slides onto the floor as if that'll make him concentrate better. He has two other sewing projects to do for different classes and he needed to start this one yesterday. The deadline is in two weeks and he's only just begun making his designs into reality.

As much as he would like to blame the delays on his side gig as an international superhero and a very active Young Justice member, he really did forget about these assignments.

Out of sight, out of mind. 

He sighs as he goes through the routine motions. Even though he can technically move faster and get these done sooner, he's still experiencing every millisecond. The design process was a lot more enjoyable, he laments.

Just before he finishes sewing his first design, his phone goes off. What he initially assumes is a call turns out to be a calendar reminder. Where were you when I needed assignment reminders? Kon groans as he clicks on the notification.

Martha's birthday is in three days.

"Ah, shit." Kon throws his head back onto the couch cushions. "I didn't get anything. What do I get her? Did Clark already get something? He probably has." He whines into the empty space. The only witness to his moaning and complaints is his own supplies.

His head swirls for ideas. He has half a mind to abandon his existing sewing projects now that he has something more immediate to attend to. He has plenty of time... right?

Kon floats above the couch and looks over the entire room. He lazily skims through one of his many sketchbooks. Maybe he can design something for Martha? Should he go for something practical or something for fun? It can't be something too fancy. Even though that'd be a lot more fun to think about, it'd also be a lot more complicated to complete in time.

Scrolling through Pinterest, he finds all sorts of gift ideas. He saves plenty of pins to boards associated with different people in his life. Wait.

He already has a Pinterest board for Martha. Kon sits up and rushes to find it, looking through the pins with excitement. "Shoes? Too difficult. I could paint a base, though. Maybe."

By the time he's gotten to the end of the board, he's got several ideas and none that stand out from the others. He groans, locking his phone and leaving it face down on his chest. There's got to be something he can make within three days. Hopefully, nothing too crazy happens in the world in the meantime either.

The door opens suddenly, and in the quiet, it sounds like an explosion of noise. Kon's eyes snap open and finds Cassie coming in with a knitted scarf and hat. Cassie ignores him, taking one look at the mess Kon's made on the floor and walks past.

Kon's eyes follow her or rather follow her clothing pieces. He could knit Martha a sweater, something better than the name brands, surely. It'll be pretty inexpensive, too.

Clasping his hands together, he floats back down and grabs his kit. Time to get to work.

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[letoasai]

Will work for food

DP x DC An idea that's probably been done before but... here it is again.

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It was not an ideal setting for this. Out in the open, debris being their only cover. An unnatural storm closing in. The area had been evacuated but there was still no telling how many civilian eyes could be on them at this very moment. 

The League was scattered, making this current group a touch at odds while away from the majority of their normal teams. 

Batman stood with Red Robin, Flash, Superboy, and Raven. It wasn’t a bad lineup, but things were getting dicy. 

A monster had appeared, a creature foreign to most of them. With it came storms of all kinds, winds, hail, rain. It was a mess but there was nothing natural about it. The hail shattered the pavement. The winds were picking buildings up off their foundations. The blue lightning went without saying. The ice was changing the terrain. The temperature changes were disorienting to most of the heroes.  

Worse was the fact that this creature seemed to be able to duplicate itself, spreading the chaos out to a much wider area. They were having trouble even touching the thing let alone capturing it. 

“Are you sure about this?” Batman asked, a deep frown etched into his face as he watched Raven mark out a summoning circle. 

“It’s the only idea i have.” She said bluntly, shivering from the sudden chill. “That thing is not of this realm. We need something else not of this realm to subdue it.” 

“I hear what you’re saying but summoning a demon to deal with a demon still leaves us with a demon.” Flash said, seeing the flaw in this plan. 

“Unless you know this one personally or something.” Red Robin offered, his voice exhausted. 

“It’s not a demon.” Raven said, tone irritated but it wasn’t like any of them were having a good day. “Depending on how you want to look at it, it’s far worse than a demon. That thing came from the Infinite Realm.” 

Superboy just grunted once, watching her put the finishing touches on her spell circle. “You said that in a tone that said it was in capital letters. What’s the Infinite Realm?” 

“Bad news and something we shouldn’t freaking touch.” Raven answered swiftly. She stood, eyes going over her work. 

“Then what the hell are we doing?” Flash asked quickly, all of them tensed as the wind started to pick up again. If a hurricane was thrown at them, there was little they’d be able to do about it. 

“Raven.” Batman’s voice was serious. “You’re sure?” 

“It’s all i’ve got.” She repeated. “This is not a problem this realm was meant to handle on short notice. We need help.” 

There were several things in that one statement he didn’t like. “Who are you summoning?” 

Raven was looking rather pale herself. “The Ghost King. The King of the Infinite Realm. I’ve heard word that he can be bargained with so… we’re gonna give it a shot.” 

She didn’t wait for permission from anyone else to throw in their two cents on the matter. She threw her hands out, alien words no one else understood on her lips. The chant repeated and the summoning circle began to glow a green that the present Bats didn’t care for. 

It crept up the walls of the summoning circle in oddly pretty patterns before a gaping void opened on the ground. Silently, a figure rose into the circle from that same void. The king was smaller than they’d been imagining the last minute or two. He was human shaped and sized, a black crown floating several inches over his head. He was a wispy figure, face hidden by a large hood but there were strands of white hair floating around their shadowed face. He’d had nothing but a smoky looking tail when he’d first appeared but that had now split into solid looking legs. 

Given his size, he seems like a young adult, but it was hard to say for certain without seeing his face. 

“Woah.” Red Robin muttered, Superboy agreeing with the sentiment. 

“Heroes?” The Ghost King wondered, voice soft and lethargic. “Interesting.” 

Raven bowed her head in a show of respect. “Your Majesty. I apologize for the abrupt summons. We have a dire situation and are willing to make a deal for your help.” 

“A deal…” His voice echoed gently. He spoke as if raising his voice would shatter the very air around them. “That’s not something to choose lightly. What do you want from me?” 

Raven swallowed, her body rigid with nerves. She was almost relieved when Batman took over. 

“As i understand it, we have a being from your realm here in ours. We are underprepared to deal with such destruction and-” 

“Of my realm?” The King interrupted softly, head tipped a little as his attention turned to Batman. “Who?” 

Flash laughed nervously. “We’re not on a first name basis or anything but the guy seems to control the weather.” He pointed up and the sky above them was darkening the longer they spoke. 

The King made a noise like he’d clucked his tongue and it struck all of them as a very human kind of gesture despite his title. 

“I can handle that. Your deal?” 

Raven inhaled again, this obviously being the part she was dreading. “Blood, i have the blood of the Demon Lord Trigon-” 

“Pass.” 

That drew everyone up short. The others didn’t exactly understand the significance of Raven offering her blood but it clearly wasn’t something she’d expected to be declined so quickly. 

“My soul then….” Raven muttered. 

“Raven, no!” Superboy hissed. “The fuck!” 

Batman was also eyeing her unhappily. “Absolutely not. You are not Constantine.” 

Fortunately for the heroes, each of which was ready to revolt for such a barter, the Ghost King waved the thought away. 

“Nah.” He tugged on his hood a little and Batman realized he was likely brushing away one of those white strands of hair from his face. “That’s the thing about being the King of the Infinite Realm. Souls come to me one way or another in time. No need to preorder them.” 

Raven’s shoulders sagged, eyes shifting as she rapidly tried to think of something else she could offer. 

“What do you want?” Red Robin asked before anyone else could say something stupid. “You’re the one that’s going to fight this threat for us. What’s a good deal?” 

The King turned to him and stared. They could only assume he was contemplating his answer when he hummed quietly. “Food.” 

“Wha…” Flash muttered. 

The Ghost King just nodded. “Food from your realm. It’s been…a long time since i’ve eaten.” 

“Really? Like we could go grab you a burger and that would be cool?” Superboy asked, a touch suspicious, but the King just nodded.  

“Deal.” Raven said before anyone would make it worse. “A meal for returning this threat back to your realm.” 

The King nodded again, and each of them backed up several paces when the walls to the summoning circle broke apart and the King stepped out. For the briefest of moments he seemed to nearly stumble under the gravity of actually ‘walking’ but he got over it quickly enough. 

“Can we offer you any assistance?” Batman asked. 

The King shook his head. “No.” He wandered off towards the storm, the floating crown on top of his head seeming a little larger. He moved confidently and with purpose. “Oh Vortex…” He called, walking into the winds. 

He sounded young, but all of them agreed immediately that they never wanted to hear him beckoning them the same way. His tone was dangerous, and he walked right through a car that had been flung in his direction. 

“Cool.” Red Robin muttered. 

“Simmer down, Red.” Superboy muttered. All of them wanted to follow, but with the unstable weather and a literal Ghost King wandering about, staying out of the way felt like the best option. Of course that didn’t mean they weren’t dying of curiosity. 

Flash moved to stand beside Raven, making sure she wasn’t about to topple over because of the power it must have taken to summon a king from another dimension. “You good?” 

“Yeah.” she breathed out a sigh. “Honestly, this was an unforeseen best case scenario. You should really go get that food for him.” 

Batman moved to her otherside, hearing the voices over comms noticing a shift in what was happening. “You think it will be over that fast?” 

“Yes.” 

“Well-” Flash looked up at the sky that was rapidly clearing. “Yep. I’ll be right back.” He was gone in a blur but it was hard to believe a change was happening so quickly. 

“Has it even been a full minute?” Superboy asked. “I mean, damn…” 

“Someone better have been recording visuals.” Red Robin muttered. “We are absolutely missing something amazing.” 

“He’s the King of the infinite Realm.” Raven said. “It’s the realm that connects every other realm and it is as the name implies… infinite. He rules it. I don’t even think Trigon would dare mess with him.” 

Batman had his arms crossed, still listening to the amazed chatter over comms. “Should it be suspicious that all he wants is food?” 

“He made the deal.” Raven shrugged. “He could have asked for anything. Literally.” She stopped speaking when the hooded king returned. He was floating this time though only a foot or two off the ground. He didn’t look tired or dirty or anything. 

Just the same ethereal otherness he’d arrived with. “Done.” He announced. 

“What uh- happened to the guy?” Superboy asked, pointing vaguely at where the storm had been raging. 

The Ghost King just dug into his cape and pulled out…a thermos. “Souped him. He’s gonna have a little time out.” 

“Oh my god, i have so many questions.” Red Robin whispered. 

The thermos was put away and Batman was suppressing his own urge to ask a dozen questions over what just occurred. They’d been struggling with the Infinite creature for hours and countless lives had no doubt been altered. Clean up would take weeks if not months and this Ghost King handled it in minutes. 

“My food?” 

“On the way.” Raven said immediately. “Flash is one of the fastest men on the planet. He’ll be right back.” 

The King nodded and looked around before moving to a pile of bricks that had once been a fence. He sat down and waited, somehow looking regal among the wreckage. 

“So… I’m Red Robin.” Batman looked up again when his son was sliding closer to introduce himself. “Superboy, Raven, Batman.” He gestured and the King’s hood shifted as he followed Red Robin’s introduction of them. “Is there something we can call you or is your Majesty the most appropriate?” 

The Ghost King sat in silence for a moment before reaching up to lower his hood. The shadows that had hidden his face disappeared revealing a young man only a little older than Tim. Maybe around Jason’s age. His hair was indeed white, and was braided down the nape of his neck save for the tufts of hair that floated around his face. 

His skin was pale, and Batman thought it might have been gray or even blue in different light. His ears were pointed and his eyes were a haunting green. 

With the hood out of the way, the crown lowered to sit on his head. 

“Phantom.” He finally answered. “You can call me Phantom.” 

Raven bowed her head again and Red Robin beamed. “Thank you for helping us! We literally couldn’t have done it without you.”

Phantom nodded again but without his hood to shield him there was something shy about the action. 

The Flash reappeared in a cloud of dust, two bags of fast food in one hand and a collection of drinks under the other arm. “I got a little of everything!” He announced. “Got some burgers and some chicken nuggets and fries and onion rings. There’s one of those little apple pies in here somewhere too.

Phantom took the bags with a small smile and set them beside him so he could go through them. Superboy helped with the drinks, setting everything down so Phantom could have his pick. There were three different sodas, a lemonade, and a water. 

It wasn’t fancy and probably wasn’t a fair trade of a meal for his services but he didn’t seem disappointed. 

In a flash of rings made of light, Phantom transformed. The otherness of him was still there, but instead of a noble king of a realm, a young…very living human was in his place. Black hair instead of white was still braided down his neck and the strands around his face hung limp instead of floating. 

Those eerie green eyes were now blue but that– oddly enough– was not the most startling thing about his transformation. He wore a large hoodie and jeans but his feet were bare. 

His hands and feet were almost skeletal, and his face was gaunt and starved looking. His eyes were slightly sunken and his skin was a sickly kind of pale. 

He looked emaciated, but there was the smallest of smiles on his face when he ate one fry and then another. He took a sip from every drink offered to him and then took a bite out of the burger. 

They couldn’t help but stand there and watch, all of them transfixed over what they were seeing. 

Phantom took two more bites before wrapping up the rest of his burger and placing it back in the bag. 

“Not to your liking?” Flash asked, voice small. 

Phantom licked his fingers and shook his head. “No, it was good. I’m just full. I’ll take it with me and eat it later when i’m hungry again.” 

Batman could only imagine the size of his stomach. Stopping now was probably the healthiest thing he could have done if he wanted to keep the food down. He cleared his throat. “Are you alright?” 

“Mhmm.” Phantom nodded, the rings of light appearing again. He was back in his healthier looking ghostly form. That was an oxymoron, wasn’t it? A healthy ghost form… 

“You’re still alive.” Raven whispered, stuck in her shock. “The living shouldn’t… The Infinite Realm isn’t…” 

Phantom’s lips tipped up in a smile. “You’re right, but wrong. I’m both. I’m dead. I’m alive. I’m balance.” He paused for a moment. “I haven’t been in a living realm for a while… guess i’ve been neglecting that side of me. Thanks for the food, it was a good deal.” 

He was gathering up the bags he clearly planned to take with him. 

“You should come back.” Red Robin spat the words out, likely before giving them any real thought. “I’ll take you to lunch. I’ll take you like… all the time. I am not going to pretend to know what you have going on but… shit, Agent A would disown me if i did not offer to feed you.” 

Phantom looked cold briefly. “Agent… A…?” 

Red Robin winced, “Code name for my grandfather. He’s an amazing cook.” 

“Red Robin.” Batman scowled at him. 

“Oh, what? He’s gonna give you the look for you not being the one to offer.” Red Robin said unapologetically, but the explanation had Phantom softening again. “What do you say? Lunch? Do i have to summon you?” 

“Jesus, Red. Let him actually decline or accept.” Superboy was snickering. 

Phantom looked between them, the confusion on his face clearing up after a beat. A piece of paper appeared between his fingers. It had some kind of squiggle on it none of them could read at a glance. He handed it over to Red Robin. 

“Have that on you, say my name. I’ll find you.” Phantom said. “I should…eat again.” 

“We…appreciate you helping us.” Raven added quickly, determined that they make a good impression. 

Phantom’s look grew warmer again. “It was fun.” With his bags and drinks in his arms, he wandered back over to the summoning circle. “I don’t mind helping when the trouble is severe and you were right. This particular problem was mine to clean up. Sorry about him, by the way. Vortex is an asshole.” 

Superboy and Flash both snorted. “Thanks anyway.” 

Phantom nodded at them again, floating in the middle of the circle before his eyes glowed that bright, toxic green again. He slipped inside the void and disappeared as quickly as he arrived, the remains of the summoning circle erasing itself. 

“So… That happened.” Flash muttered, not sure how they were gonna put this in a report to the rest of the League members. Batman wasn’t so sure either. 

“I can’t believe you were just hitting on the Ghost King, Red.” Superboy laughed. “I mean… Lunches?”

“What?” 

Raven was on her phone. “I am already telling Nightwing.” 

“What!? Hey!” Red Robin was looking between them. “I wasn’t hitting on him. You leave Wing out of this!” 

“No way.” 

“You asked him on a date, man!” Superboy grinned. “All the titans are going to know about this in the next hour.” 

“You guys suck!” Red Robin growled, his face a flame. 

Batman just sighed. “There’s clean up to do. Get to work.” 

He definitely did not need to think about his son’s audacity, coming onto a King of an entire realm. Where did he even learn that kind of behavior?

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Masterlist

#dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #danny phantom #Danny Phantom x Red Robin if you squint #Batman #Red Robin #superboy #conner kent #Raven #Flash

[ririblogsss]

Oh

(This idea has been done before butttt I still wanna explore it)

What if instead of the JL believing that phantom is a ghost they just believe he is a very much overpowered meta with stereotypical ghost powers.

like in this AU, Phantom would have successfully gotten in contact the JL and got the GIW shot down, the JL thinking that the GIW were making false claims about a different species so they could experiment on metahumans with unique abilities. The Fentons works are under extreme watch and everything they do / want to research is heavily reviewed. Phantom ended up joining the Young Justice league.

So because JL assumed that Dannys 'ghost form' was just to keep his ID from being reveled, as no one would look for his real ideantity and if they did they would look at people who have died. Batman thought it was a genius strategy.

But then one of his teammates (im thinking either RR of Superboy) mentions that in all this time phantom hasn't aged a single bit

(I'm thinking that his ghost look never aged since he died, basically forever 14 in that form)

And Dannys brutally honest like "Of course I don't age im dead" while rolling his eyes.

And everyone stops and takes a full look at him really analyzing him.

And his teammate just has the loading screen on their heads and they just say: oh I thought that you that-

And they can't even complete a sentence cause their baffled.

And Dannys shrugs like it isn't a big deal: Yeah I've said this before, lab accident I died but came back. Anyways I have paperwork to do royal duties u know.

And he just leaves everyone to have a mental crisis over someone they knew died at such a young age and that they came back only to protect people.

Meanwhile Batman's over in the corner inputting 100s of questions into google

'Is it legal to adopt the ghost of a child'

'Can someone call cps on a families ghost'

'how to take care of ghosts 101'

'what do ghosts like'

'ghost customs'

#dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #Batman : if I had a nickel for every time a kid died and came back I would have 2 nickels which isn't a lot but its weird it happened twice

[twotailednekomata]

Me, one moment: Yes, Jon! Get their asses! Me, the next: Oh no, he got shot in the back.

#Context: #Jon used his skills and the forcefield in his new belt #to handle a few of the villains #before another one of them shot him in the back #mentioning that: #'So much blabbing on this world... #…It's amazing anything gets done!' #dc #comic reading #liveblogging #supersons #adventures of the supersons #Key's post #jonathan kent #jon kent #superboy (jon kent)

[catpriciousmarjara]

DP X DC: Dani Does Things and Leaves, Explains Nothing

Heavily inspired by this dp x dc prompt and the comments and reblogs under it:

Please go check it out and @stealingyourbones entire page. They have some great dp x dc content and meta.

Local Ghost Princess Decides to Help Out Fellow Clone, Leaves Chaos Behind, Heroes Left Concerned and Very Confused, More at 10.

Now Dani knew that this world had superheroes. She knew they had an organization of sorts that had a hate-hate relationship with various government entities and a love-hate relationship with the public, depending on who you asked. However she had no intention of being involved with them. She was on vacation after all. Besides this world was just a stopover anyway. Why bother when she wasn't here on official business? But it seemed that while she didn't want anything to do with the heroes, they, however inadvertently, wanted something to do with her. How else will you explain one of the worst cloning results she had ever seen crash into a tree right in front of her while she was enjoying a nice cup of litchi boba tea in the park?

The botched clone job slid down the branches and hit the ground with a thud. She raised an eyebrow at the the rampant malevolent magical lines running through the body exacerbating the overall instability of the clone's anatomy. Clearly this individual had run into an irate mage who cast some sort of destabilizing curse and shot them right out of the sky. Dani was thankful this was an isolated section of the park and that she had put a rudimentary avoidance ward over the area. Otherwise, a superhero crashing into a tree would've caused quite the ruckus and interrupted her boba time.

She took a sip of her boba and crouched down to examine the conked out hero. This one was the one they called Superboy wasn't he? She grimaced at the state of his engineering. Whoever did his cloning did not know what they were dealing with. Her own cloning went better and she was ectoplasmic goop half the time. And Vlad was dealing with halfa DNA! Probably the most complicated genetic material in existence. Superboy over here was constructed from actual tangible genetic sources and yet...ugh.

Honestly speaking beings of this plane probably wouldn't have noticed anything wrong. A level down in power scale compared to the individual who acted as genetic donor, most likely that Superman guy, and random instances of destabilization would most likely be the extend of their knowledge regarding their faulty cloning. And when those instances of instability gradually ironed themselves out they probably patted themselves on the back and thought all was well. She should cut them some slack.

Dani hummed as she chewed on her boba pearls. Unfortunately she wasn't known to be the most merciful when it came to ensuring the well-being of clones.

Suckers probably didn't pick up the fact they unleashed a possible catastrophe upon their world. Superboy was obviously fashioned from Kryptonian DNA. A species known for becoming near godlike upon absorbing solar energy from a yellow sun. That means that their bodies have mechanisms at play beyond simple biology. Specifically energy pathways and an energy processing core. Superboy wasn't a level down in power from Superman because of some biological imperfection, he was weaker because of flawed energy absorption and storage. And that meant that his energy core was unbalanced, and once it reached a particular threshold...well its gonna be a spectacular light show this side of the galaxy that's for sure. Of course it was just a possibility. There was no guarantee he would reach that threshold in his lifetime. Unless he ran into a white mage who was vicious enough to cast a juiced up imbalance curse that is. And what do you know! Turns out you can organically be that unlucky!

She put down her cup and ran a simple diagnostics. Sure enough the magic had intensified the issue. This man needed help, the kind of help that wasn't usually available in this part of the omniverse. But she just so happened to pass by and just so happened to have expertise in this field so today was somehow simultaneously Superboy's lucky and unlucky day. He really was going through it.

As to why she would interfere that's easy. She was the Guardian of Cloned Beings after all. She can't have a fellow clone suffer could she? And plus, what were the chances that he would end up like this right in front of one of the only beings that would know how to fix the issue? Dani grinned in glee. Truly the laws of causality worked in intriguing ways.

She stood up and let her talons manifest, plucking the strings of SuperboyConnerKon-el's make and striking them one by one in the tune of an old Krytonian melody. Shame what happened to them really, but all things had their fate. It truly was great to see some of them survive and make a home elsewhere. Dani wished them the best.

As she worked, untangling knots, and straightening out blockages, the hero finally began to stir. His eyes opened and they were understandably unfocused. Disoriented and confused, he looked kinda like a bamboozled Cujo and Dani felt her lips twitch up in a toothy smile. For some reason that seemed to startle him. She mentally frowned. Did he expect her not to smile at him? That would've been rude of her. Dani might be a gremlin but she was never impolite.

"I'm just about done with the curse", she told him. "Leaching out the corrosive magic was easy but I need to repair your energy coils and that's tricky. Don't worry though. Everything's on the house. Always did have a soft spot for the House of El ever since my aunt married into it for a short while."

Dani pulled a particularly stubborn power node open. "I would like your permission before doing that through. Body autonomy, informed decisions and and all! So yes or no? You'd detonate like a bomb if I didn't though."

The young hero's eyes widened. He still didn't seem to know what was going on so she hit him with a short term clarity spell. And a small information spell to cover her bases. That got him to gather his wits enough and she watched as he processed the influx of information. His complexion was ashen when he got through the bundle and he finally managed a shaky nod. Good enough.

Dani smiled at the Kryptonian. "Great! Now this would take like twenty minutes give or take five. You can sleep now." She promptly knocked him out cold and cancelled the spells so as to not overload his brain.

And just as she predicted, twenty minutes later, she plucked the last string with a flick of her wrist and surveyed her handiwork. Exemplary if she said so herself. One of her best work! Cheerfully she shot an awakening spell at Kon-el and crouched down again, patting his head.

"You might need to be careful for a few days while your body adjusts to its new energy capacity and conductivity. Your overall system has been optimized as well so be careful", she told the groggy young man.

She paused. "And don't worry. I didn't access your mind. This was all strictly physical repair aimed at preventing you from exploding like a supernova and taking the planet with you."

And once again that part made his eyes widen. Good. He truly understood the urgency. Or that could just be him being loopy after solar energy overload. It was a bright, sunny day after all.

She stood up, creating a portal to the next world on her itinerary. She looked back at the most likely high as a kite Kryptonian. "You kinda owe me for all that extra work hero! I might just come to collect one of these days!", she joked as the portal swallowed her body and she was lost to the spaces between spaces.

She'd already told him it was all on the house so Dani didn't think that anyone would take that last part seriously. However she forgot the fact that one Conner Kent was in her own words 'high as a kite' and hence might miss some crucial details.

She also forgot to leave behind an explanation packet.

And thus she was utterly unaware of the chaos she left in her wake, happily traveling through the multiverse.

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"So you're telling me that not only did someone find me when I was out cold and get rid of the spell, but they also rearranged my guts and gave me an upgrade?"

"...Yeah."

"What the fuck?"

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"Conner, do you remember anything? Anything at all? Whatever they did required some serious magical power. We don't know why they did it or how. For all we know they could've done something dangerous that we can't detect yet."

"Litchi boba tea".

"Kon what the hell?"

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"...Its in bits and pieces...but I'm pretty sure there was a woman?...white hair, green eyes...something something on the house...something about an aunt and the House of El?...and there was this strange white symbol on her chest and this really soft music was playing that went something like this...(confused humming noises)...and something about me owing her?"

"Kara? Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong?"

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"Let me get this straight, Superboy was healed by the Kryptonian primordial goddess of portals, messengers, travelers and other such domains, and not only did she save him but also gave him a tune up? And explicitly said that he owes her now? And this powerful divine being, who is also supposed to be the daughter of Krypton's Death God according to legends mind you, is most likely still on earth with motives unknown? Plus your entire House is descended from her family?"

"...Yeah that about sums it up."

"..."

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"Oh man why did this happen just when I was going to go on vacation? Why couldn't the Death God or whatever reschedule?"

"Death gods notoriously don't reschedule, they're death gods. Also she's the daughter of a death god, not one herself. Most death gods are also famously fair. If not fair by our standards, fair by theirs".

"...That's good to know?"

"I confess I don't know about the fairness of children of death gods however".

"...great. Thanks anyway J'onn".

"You're welcome".

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"You okay there man? Someone just rifled through your body and did who knows what...that's gotta be terrifying. You want to talk? We're all here for you, you know that right?"

" Thanks guys. And yeah it was freaky. But apparently I would've exploded and blown up the planet with me if she didn't do that so I guess I'm more grateful than scared."

"...Explode and blown up the what now?"

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"Is there anything more we should know about Clark?"

"Legends say she has a brother and he's associated with great calamities?"

"...."

"Bruce? You alright?"

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DPXDC refuses to be done with me. Leave me be accursed crossover! Leave me be!

(Btw Kon didn't make the connection because he was really out of it, and not because Clark and Kara didn't introduce him to Kryptonian culture.)

Thoughts and suggestions are welcome!

#Dani Fenton #Danielle Fenton #Dani Phantom #Superboy #Conner Kent #Kon-el #DPXDC #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #Kara Danvers #Kara Zor-el #Supergirl #Clark Kent #Kal-el #Superman #Bruce Wayne #Batman #J'onn J'onzz #Martian Manhunter #Justice League...well they're obviously there so I guess I'll tag #Also Young Justice

[aziraphale-is-a-cat]

DPXDC Early Heroes and Patron Gods

(From this poll)

With the formation of the Justice League, the general public for the first time became widely interested in heroes and vigilantes. Vigilantism as it was, started in the fringes of society, where itheir stories were shared, but never properly documented.

Eventually, among the few vigilantes still around they were able to track down one person who was mentioned as possibly the first. So Lois Lane packed up her bags for the drive to Illinois, because she had scored an interview with the one and only Valerie Grey.

Red Huntress: A lot of getting shot.

Lois Lane: You were part of the first generation of heroics, under the name Red Huntress. What was it like?

LL: Okay- from other heroes' stories, you seemed to be well established in your skill long before coming in and kick-starting the Chicago vigilante scene, where did you get your start?

RH: Amity Park, doesn't exist anymore. I know what you want to ask, and yeah I wasn't the first. I was originally a rogue for this other guy.

LL: Another hero?

RH: Yeah, Amity Park got a big influx of ghosts in the early 2000's, got all but completely isolated during that time for government research into the supernatural. One of the ghosts was this kid named Phantom, he kept everyone in line.

LL: Do you know what happened to him?

RH: He's still around, watching over whoever needs him.

LL: He's still active?

RH: Passive, more like.

-

The interview set off an avalanche, the accompanying pictures of the Phantom in his prime brought forward all kinds of accounts from minor heroes of meeting him. How when they thought they were caught and cornered, sure they were going to die, a white haired kid popped out of nowhere to save them. These savior stories meshed together with his clearly supernatural origin led people to deify him, and soon he was known everywhere as Phantom, the Patron God of Heroes.

The whole thing was mostly dismissed by the Justice League, Batman was especially skeptical of the word of mouth stories. The Young Justice team on the other hand were enamoured by the tales, even as a joke building a shrine to the hero who would never grow up (And maybe after it started to be maintained and grow in size, it stopped being a joke).

But it all came to a head when the Young Justice team was fighting Klarion, and loosing badly. The Witch Boy had stolen several magical items, and was using them to great effect. Superboy was trapped in a cage of energy, Megan and Kaldur were incapacitated by fire magic, and Kid Flash and Beast Boy were frozen in place. All that were left were Artemis and Robin, both badly wounded when the battlefield lit up.

They were saved by the Phantom, Patron God of Heroes.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #patron god au #or my twist on it #patron god #val's like 100 in this #she was the old gruff mentor type to the chicago vigilantes #who i think i may expand on but whatever #they would be about 70 #but shes gonna live unnaturally long #bc metal ghost shit i guess

[a1307s]

Kinks #1

(Conner Kent Smut)

[Art is not mine! Credit to kămenOWL ]

Request By: dogma0325

Keys:

Y/N - Your Name

E/C - Eye Color

Word Count: 3,527

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Catcalling

Mild name calling/bickering/cursing

Choking

Hair pulling

Lost virginity (Conner)

Bruising

Grinding

Semi-domination

Mentions of degrading

Spanking

Stroking/Riding

Thigh cum shot

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Conner's POV

     The living room is super noisy this afternoon. Wally and Robin decided to invite Roy Harper for what they called a 'boys night' in. Apparently a 'boys night' is all the boys hanging out without any of the girls on the team around. In a counter action to this, Artemis invited Zatanna over to hangout with Y/N, M'gann and herself for a 'girls night'. I have learned that the only difference between a 'boys night' and a 'girls night' is the genders who are hanging out in what room.

     If I'm honest I would much rather be at the girls' night in Y/N's room than in the living room with the boy teammates - and Roy. The boys are loud and only talk about this thing called 'football'. I was interested in some of the conversation when Roy was talking about fixing his motorcycle. I like machines, they're understandable and unchanging; unlike humans.

     A whistle pulls me out of my thoughts, pulling my attention towards the direction it came in. "You're looking hot, Y/N," Roy - who I assume whistled - says with a smirk and a wink.

     My head snaps upward at the sound of Y/N's name. I'm not sure what I feel about her yet. When she's around it's hard to breathe and my stomach feels upset but when she's talking to Wally or Kaldur touches her back I get angry. I explained these emotions to Canary last week when she was here for our training and she told me it sounded like a 'crush'. After some research and an explanation from Robin apparently a 'crush' is when you have romantic love feeling things for a person. From how he explained it, it's supposed to make me feel good, but it just makes me feel confused and angry.

     "Keep your tongue in your mouth, Harper," Y/N says, a small giggle following her words. Y/N leans over Roy's chair, her chin resting on his red hair and her arms folded under her chest. From what I can see she's wearing one of my shirts along with her tight velvet necklace. Last month Y/N explained to me the tight necklaces she wears are called 'chokers'. Her conversation with Roy makes my nervous boil with anger but seeing her wear my shirt makes my stomach warm up.

     "Hurry up and get out of here! It's boys night," Wally whines, throwing a piece of his popcorn at Y/N. "What are you even doing out here?"

     "The girls wanted a snack and I lost the drawing so I got the great joy of seeing you boys pig out in the common room," She says, letting her feet fall back on the floor before walking over to the kitchen.

     "It's only Wally that is pigging out," Says Kaldur with a sweet smile. The smile makes my anger even more unbearable.

     "Suck my dick, Captain," Y/N mocks with a slupy salute.

     "You don't have one," Roy reminds her as if that's something a girl could forget. Maybe Y/N did forget she doesn't have a penis.

     "And yet my cock is bigger than yours," She snaps back at Roy, opening a cabinet and pulling out two bags of chips. "Maybe if you pulled some of your dick out of your personality you could keep a girlfriend," Y/N finishes before walking out of the living room and back down the hallway. Her comments towards Roy make my stomach even warmer, but this time it starts to tighten in a way I haven't felt before.

     "God it would be so fun to sleep with her," Mumbles Roy, getting a chuckle out of Wally.

     "Gosh not very humble, are we?" Wally asks, making himself chuckle even more. "Honestly Y/N is probably super vanilla."

     "Vanilla? As in the ice cream?" I ask, confusion over taking me. How can Y/N be an ice cream flavor?

     The guys laugh at me before Robin grabs my shoulder. "Big Guy, Vanilla is a term used for someone that isn't kinky in bed. Like you!" He explains, giving me more questions instead of answers.

     "Dude I swear Y/N is a hundred percent into choking," Roy says before taking a drink of his pop.

     "We are aware. Her chokers are a dead give away," Kaldur adds on before going back to his book.

     "I know she's into hair pulling," Robin says, catching the attention of Roy.

     "What makes you say that?"

     "I accidentally pulled her hair the other day and instead of saying 'ow' or being pissed off she said 'hey'," The youngest boy explains.

     "I'm still confused," I say as my confusion starts quickly turning into anger.

      "Ask one of the girls to explain it later," Wally says before going back to talk to Roy about Artemis's 'kinks'.

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     A little after ten everyone left the mountain for the night. Well everyone that doesn't live here anyway, which leaves Kaldur, M'gann, Y/N, and me.

     The question from earlier still eats at my brain and after talking to M'gann it's come to my attention that Y/N is my only hope for an explanation. So, here I am, standing outside her door. My stomach is upset again and my lungs feel like the air is being forced out of them. Is my question really important enough to disturb Y/N?

     Before I can make up my mind her door comes swinging open. "You know, your heart beat is really loud right now and is making it hard to sleep," She tells me, but it's hard for me to focus on her words. She's standing in her doorway with nothing but my T-shirt from earlier on. The warm and tight feeling comes back from earlier.

     "What?" I ask, completely forgetting to register her words.

     Y/N sighs and rolls her eyes at me before repeating herself. "I said your heart beat is too loud right outside my door so I can't fall asleep, so what do you want?"

     My mind struggles to make sense of Y/N's words as I look at her. She has to have shorts on or something under my shirt, right? Right?! "Because of your super-senses?" I manage to push out as I focus on the ended hem of my shirt. It rests gently against her thighs. If there's even a gentle breeze it'll move and expose everything. That's very pervy of me to think, isn't it?

     "Good conclusion captain obvious," Y/N says, crossing her arms over her chest, causing her boobs to plump up on top of her arms. I'm definitely a pervert. "What do you want, Sups? I'm tired and want to go to bed."

     "Can I ask you some questions? The boys were talking about some stuff today and I don't really know what they mean," I ask, tugging my eyes away from her chest and nervously scratching the back of my head.

     "Sure," Y/N says, turning around and heading back into her room but keeping the door open for me to follow. "Close the door when you walk in," She says, plopping down on her bed. Y/N lays down on her gray bedding. Her knees are bent up, causing my shirt to pool as high up her thigh as possible without showing anything. Her arm is over her eyes and her hair is fanned out in all directions across her pillows.

     I walk in and softly swing the door closed. The click of the door closing and the view of Y/N causes that pressure in my groin to grow more. "What were the boys talking about?" She asks, not moving her arm from her eyes.

     "Umm..." I mumble, walking over to her bed and folding myself in a seated position at the foot of it. "I think they called them 'kinks'," I finish, willing myself not to reach out and touch Y/N's knees.

     "What?" Y/N's question comes out sharp as she sits up. She folds her legs under her in a criss-cross sitting position. Her underwear pokes out from under my shirt, exposing the red color of it. I quickly snap my eyes away from that area and decide to focus on her E/C eyes. "Do you not know what a kink is? Is that your question?" She asks, reaching her hands out to hold my shoulders. Her eyes are tense as they focus on my face.

     "No I do not," I say, taking a quick glance down at her chest before snapping my eyes to the wall parallel with us. "Roy and Robin said you have a choking and hair pulling kink. That sounds like it would hurt".

     Y/N's cheeks go red at my words and she quickly moves her hands off my shoulders. "They're not wrong," She mumbles, fussing with her hair like she usually does when she's flustered. "I mean, it does like hurt but like... it's a good hurt, I guess? I don't know how to explain it..." Y/N slides off into thought after she tries to explain it to me.

     The thought of wrapping my hand around her throat takes over my thoughts, I want to know how she'll react. I want to know what she means by a 'good hurt'. Before I can stop myself I reach out and gently wrap my hand around her throat. "Wh...What are... what are you doing?" Y/N questions, her cheeks getting redder and her pupils widen some.

     "I wanted to see what you meant by 'good hurt'," I answer, carefully watching how she reacts.

     Y/N wiggles around, moving herself into a kneeling position in front of me. Her hands reach up to mine, filling my head with worry. What if I'm not doing it right? What if I upset Y/N? "You're doing it wrong," She says, moving my fingers to a certain spot on the side of her neck and gently pushing my palm up and off her windpipe. "You're supposed to gently squeeze the veins next to my neck. If you push down on my windpipe you'll break it. For someone like you I strongly suggest being extra careful," She says, looking up into my eyes again when she's done moving my hand into the right spot.

     "Can... Can I squeeze?" I ask, glancing down at my hand before looking back up at her. She nods yes, biting the bottom of her lip. "I want to hear you say yes."

      "Yes," She says, gently leaning into my hand. I gently squeeze, afraid of hurting her, "You can squeeze harder," Y/N says, her voice soft and her eyes half lidded. I obey, squeezing slightly more. "Perfect," She says, her voice coming out husky.

     "Is this a kink?" I ask, my eyes raking down her body. Gently I place my hand on her thigh so my fingers barely touching the hem of my shirt on her body.

     "Mhm," Y/N hums, her eyes completely closed now. "A kink is something someone likes to happen to them in bed. My kinks are choking - obviously. I also like getting spanked, my hair pulled, and being degraded. Sometimes I dabble in being a submissive too," She explains, scooting herself closer to me. "Can I sit in your lap?" She asks quietly, opening her eyes to look at me.

      "Umm... sure," I say, reluctantly letting go of her throat. Y/N gently climbs into my lap, wrapping her legs around my torso and softly resting her arms over my shoulders. Her area feels warm pushing up against my jeans. "Can you teach me how to pull hair?" I ask slowly, waiting to see how she responds.

     "Sure!" Y/N chirps out, her pupils growing even bigger. "So you're going to want to take a good chunk of my hair in your hand. You can take all of it if you want," She explains, and I obey, taking her hair in my hand and making a sort of ponytail out of it. "Next you're going to want to pull it back until I'm looking up at the ceiling. Don't pull super hard though or you'll actually hurt me."

     I listen to Y/N again, using the same amount of strength as I did on her throat. A strange sound comes out of Y/N as her head leans back from me pulling on her hair. "Am I hurting you?" I ask, losing my grip on her.

     "N... no..." She murmurs, blanking her eyes a few times before leaning her head back again. "You're just... turning me on..." She says, focusing on the ceiling. "Can you pull my hair again?"

      I pull her hair back again, focusing on the skin on her neck. It's slightly bruised from where I had my hand before. "What does that mean? 'Turning you on'?" I ask, trying to ignore the hard feeling forming in my pants.

     "Umm... being turned on... it ahh... it's the feeling where you want to have sex. I'm not sure how it is for guys but when us girls get turned on it's... it's like this pressure around our stomach, I guess? When girls get turned on they start,.. Like... leaking? That's not the right word..." She mumbles, rotating her hips to move forward. The feeling sends chilling waves through me. "When girls get turned on we... we form these like... juices? I don't know. Our pussies just get super wet. When guys get turned on though their dicks get a rush of blood and that's how boners are formed."

     "I think I'm forming a boner," I mumble, slowly leaning down to Y/N's neck. Every nerve in me wants to kiss the skin on her neck. It's just so smooth and beautiful that I can't help myself. "Is that wrong?" I am worried that I'm crossing some imaginary line I'm not aware of.

     "No... no it's... it's not," Y/N mumbles, tapping on my arm. In response I let go of her hair. Y/N's head flips up and she looks at me, her eyes burning into mine. "I really want to fuck you right now, Conner." She tells me, making the boner in my pants grow even more.

     "As in like... wanting me to put my... in... in your?" I ask, awkwardly resting my hands on her shoulders.

     "Ya, but we don't have too! We don't have to do anything you don't want!" Y/N yelps, starting to push herself off of me.

     "No! I... I want to... to do the... the sex..." I mumble, pulling her back into my lap. "How's... how's it going to feel?"

     "First, never call it 'doing the sex' again. It's just 'having sex'. Second, Roy explained it as a like warm and tight feeling."

     The mention of Roy makes my anger bubble and before I can stop myself I have my hand back into Y/N's hair and her head snapped back up. "Roy isn't here so I don't know why you need to say his name. Is he here? Are you sitting on his lap? Do you ask him to fuck you?"

     Y/N's woman hood beats under me like her heart has fallen from her chest. "Fuck Conner," She mumbles, rolling her hips aginst mine again. "N... no he's not here right now."

     "I'm sorry," I mumble, finally giving in and letting myself kiss her neck. "How do we...?" I ask, releasing her hair.

     "Don't apologize, I like when guys say stuff like that," Y/N says, crawling off my lap. She positions herself on all fours in front of me with her ass sticking high in the air towards me and her weight leaning on her forearms. "Can you... um... spank me?" She asks, slowly moving her hips so her butt shakes in front of me.

     "Umm... sure... if you explain how to do that," I say, my eyes following her butt as it moves and my penis straining against my pants.

     "Just smack my ass. Just be aware of how much power you're using, I don't want to get badly hurt," Y/N answers back, turning her head to look back at me.

     I roll her words over in my head as I gently rest my hands on her waist. "Just smack it?" I ask, getting a humming yes from the girl exposed in front of me. "Okay," I mumble, settling her hips in place before taking a hand off of her. I draw back my hand before swinging it forward and connecting it with Y/N's behind. A soft mew spills out of her as she hangs her head. "Like that?" I ask, rubbing the redding spot.

     "Ya," Y/N breathes out as her legs start to shake. I take that as a good sign, drawing my hand back a few more times and connecting it back into the same spot. With every smack her noises get louder. By the sixth time Y/N's voice is shaky. "Please Conner," She whines, rubbing her thighs together.

     "Please what?" I ask, rubbing the tender skin. Y/N wasn't lying when she said women leak. Sticky clear liquid coats her thighs. Curiosity gets the better of me, causing me to stick my hand on her thigh and coat my hand in the watery substance.

     "Please fuck me," She whimpers, moving her hips back and rubbing her butt aginst my penis.

     "I don't... I don't know how to do that," I say, rubbing the liquid between my fingers. "Can you show me?"

     "Ya," She says, turning around and pushing me back into a seated position. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Y/N asks, starting to undo my pants.

     "Yes, I'm sure," I answer, watching her movements carefully.

     Y/N wastes no time undoing my pants. Her hand presses against my boxers when she finally manages to undo my bottoms. The touch is small but still manages to shoot sparks through my body. I clench my jaw, holding back noises as she gently pulls out my cock. It stands up on its own but that doesn't stop Y/N from running her hand up and down on it. "I'm going to sit on it," She says, letting go of me and wiggling her way out of her underwear.

     "Isn't that going to hurt?" I ask, focusing on the ceiling to avoid looking at her womanhood.

     "No it won't. There's this... hole? That your dick goes into so like I'm not sitting-sitting on your dick. I'll just be sitting on your lap... with you.. In me..." She explains, glancing to the side before she rests her hand on my face.

     Gently, Y/N pulls my face down so I'm looking at her. She's so close to me that our noses are rubbing. "I'm going to kiss you," She says, rubbing her thumb on my cheek.

     "Okay."

     She takes her time to lean up and close the gap between us. When her lips touch mine they're soft and puffy against my own. The feeling of us kissing is a nice break from the heat and tension in the room. After a minute or two Y/N pulls away from me, dropping her hands from my face to my shoulders. "I'm going to put you in me now," Y/N mumbles, lifting herself and hovering herself over my dick.

     Slowly, Y/N settles herself on my lap. The feeling in her is exactly as she explained. It's nice and warm. Her insides wrap tightly around me which I take as a good thing because Y/N lets out a little gasp. "You're... you're so big," She mumbles, gripping tight on my shoulders.

     "Is that a bad thing?" I ask, settling my hands on her lower back.

     "Fuck no," She whispers into my ear, slowly lifting herself up before plopping back down on me. She goes slow a few more times before picking up her pace. "Fuck," She whines, sliding her hands up to my hair and gripping on to the strands. "You... you should... Um... buck your hips."

     I obey her wish, lifting my hips up as she falls back down. "God damn it!" She yells, tugging on my hair. I repeat the actions a few times, feeling Y/N's insides tighten around me, causing the tension in my groin to grow and making my dick quiver in her. "Y/N?" I ask when the feeling becomes overwhelming. "My... my dick... it feels-"

     "Like it's going to explode?" She asks, kissing the side of my neck. "When that feeling gets really really tense tell me to get off because you can't finish in me," Y/N says, bouncing on my lap some more.

     "You... you should get off... like now," I say, gently pushing her away. Just as Y/N slides off of me a white liquid comes spilling out. Unable to stop myself I let out a low growl and dig my hands into her side.

     Once the tension is all done spilling out I look down at Y/N. She stretched out on the bed with her knees still folded at my thighs. Her chest rises and falls fast as her heart beats faster than usual. Her hair is a mess and her thighs are coated with the juices from the both of us. "That was fun," She says, looking up at me with sparkles in her eyes.

     "Y... ya..." I say back, leaning down and gently brushing a kiss to her lips.

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#conner kent #conner kent smut #Conner Kent one shot #young justice #superboy #superboy oneshot #young justice oneshot #superboy smut #young justice smut #conner kent x reader #superboy x reader

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #160

I was listening to that song "Space is Cool" that a fan made with Markiplier videos (what can I say, the music is really good).

And it reminded me of Danny, who's also so very in love with space.

And now I'm getting a clear mental picture of Danny full-on GUSHING about Space, in a sort of Outside POV thing.

Like, a Danny who's going to Uni in somewhere like Gotham or Star City, and got into the Astronomy club. And their "recruitment video" is just the cute freshman who adores space and will take any chance he gets to gush about it.

There's a lot of shots zoomed in on his pupils doing the cat thing of going from slits to big pools of black (like a black hole at the center of a galaxy) and his freckles start glowing in constellation patterns.

They go on an outing to the nearest Observatory, make it a sleepover thing, and sleepy Danny stretches and howls like a star, flops onto the nearest classmate and Club Member, and starts purring whenever they pet him.

He may be a meta, but they'll be damned if anyone blabbers to Batman about it.

Cue one Conner Kent coming to Gotham to tour their University, to pick where he wants to go when it's his turn next year, and find himself sitting next to Danny when he goes off on a rant about some deep space scans that caught images of Krypton before the explosion.

When asked about his opinion on the Supers, Danny, who's gotten so used to casual affections being directed towards him in the form of head scratches and hugs (they make Danny purr and light up in all kinds of patterns, so the club members do it as often as they can), pats him on the head and quietly praises Superboy for all the important work he does, and how his cloned little sister has always seen him as a mark that being a clone means nothing in the grand scheme of things, and it's who you are that counts.

Conner goes back to his parents in happy tears and with an invitation to attend Gotham U if he so chooses.

#dpxdc #bones submissions #i want an Older Danny who's so soft to the younger teen heroes #especially the ones with a darker past #he knows the struggle to make others see that you're better than what everyone thinks #Ellie melts back into her age in living yers and develops a puppy crush on Kon for being a clone and still being loved #time and therapy lead Clark to realize Superboy is an innocent kid who hasnt been alive for more than a handful of years #so they have one last screaming match #that ends with a 'i hate that i can't help but want you as my dad' 'i know. and im sorry. i want to prove to you that I can be better' #Lois made both of them go to therapy for their issues #Conner is divided between being a little in love with Danny #or afraid of introducing him to Tim and the others #joke's on him Tim is a part of the Astronomy Club #he orchestrated their meeting

[disillusioneddanny]

For your random fun one shot

There's a fruit out there called Synsepalum dulcificum(aka miracle berry) that messes with the taste receptors(sour things taste sweet etc). Ectoplasm has a similar effect(for the purpose of the prompt that is, idk if it actually does).

So danny (either as Danny or as phantom)does shots of ectoplasm and tries a bunch of other heroes' favorite foods(starfire's cooking, red robin's and or oracle's caffeine abomination, random leftovers in the fridge, etc) and live streams it for charity while answering fan sent questions.

But then one of the flashes knocks over his shot glass while running by and all the food becomes animated and there's an epic food fight in whichever cafeteria he's in

enjoy a taste of chaos >:))))

Danny’s taste was a little fucked, he would be the first to tell you. There was this thing with ectoplasm that made his taste receptors just a bit different anytime he drank some. And because of this, his favorite thing was grossing out his Titans team mates any chance he could. The team had just as much fun as he did and it was technically Impulse’s idea to do this new tik tok series to introduce himself to the world as the newest member of the Titans. 

So, here he was, sitting at the break room table in the tower with vials of ectoplasm and the most fucked up foods his team could think of sitting before him. 

There was a cake baked by Miss Martian that Superboy had winced at. A veggie lasagna made by Beast Boy that Nightwing eyed warily. A strange coffee and energy drink combination courtesy of Red Robin.  Some kind of casserole that Stafire had excitedly made, and a random assortment of the weirdest snacks that Impulse could find. The entire team was now watching in horror as Danny took a shot of ectoplasm and looked over the terrifying arrangement of food in front of him. 

“This feels like a fucked up mukbang,” Danny said with an amused smile. 

Red Robin snickered from behind his phone. “What are you going to try first, Phantom? Everyone in the live are making bets on what you’re going to eat first.”

“Are we sure this isn’t going to kill him?” Superboy asked worriedly. 

“I’m already dead,” Danny said with a shrug. His teammates all gave him that same look of horror they did any time Danny reminded them all of his mortality. He supposed it was easy for them to forget that Danny was a ghost when the only other ghost they really knew about was Deadman and they were two completely different types of ghosts. 

Not only that, but Danny still hadn’t mentioned to any of his teammates that he was only half dead. He had yet to reveal his secret identity to any of them. He had only been a member of the team for about a month and none of them had shared their identities with him so it was only fair that he didn’t share that part of himself with them yet either. 

“Oh right,” Nightwing said faintly, that look of horror still on his face. 

Danny just gave them a sharp, fanged smile and grabbed the first thing on his tray. A small rock of kryptonite. He supposed it made sense to eat that first considering Superboy was looking sicker and sicker the longer they sat there. 

“Are you sure it’s fine for you to ingest kryptonite?” Wondergirl asked, looking a little uneasy. 

“Of course, my body breaks it down just like it does human food. It’s all just turned into ectoplasm and energy,” Danny said before popping the rock in his mouth and crunching on it like it was just a piece of bright green rock candy. 

He crinkled his nose at the taste, it was almost like eating pure sugar, it kinda made his teeth hurt. The same way it did when he was a kid and got his first cavity. 

“Well?” Impulse asked, practically vibrating with excitement. “Is it everything I imagine kryptonite tastes like?”

Danny snorted. “It tastes like I’m eating pure sugar,” he said before drinking another vial of ectoplasm. 

“That’s so crash!” Impulse shouted, slinging his hands out in excitement as he did. The following events were like slow motion. 

Impulse’s hand knocked straight into the tray of ectoplasm vials that seemed to scatter across the table, hitting each fucked up and questionable piece of food or drink on the small table.

From there chaos just simply erupted. Danny braced himself as the pieces of food started to slowly but surely float off of the table, the coffee-energy drink began to take form and create a small fizzy, coffee scented blob ghost that careened straight towards Impulse’s face. 

The veggie lasagna quickly grew pinsharp fangs that it gnashed and chomped at Beast Boy, loud screeches coming from its body. 

“Oh no,” Danny said, his face pale beyond belief. 

“Ph-phantom?” Nightwing stammered, his eyes wide with horror as the casserole that Starfire made started to slowly but surely inch its way towards the eldest hero. 

“Red Robin, end the livestream,” Danny hissed as an ectoblast started to form in his hand, his other hand inched towards the thermos that he kept at his hip.  

“But-” Red Robin let out a screech as Impulse tackled him just before a random giant pretzel launched itself at the vigilante. 

“End the livestream!” Superboy screeched as he shot lasers at the hurtling ball of cabbage that had launched itself at the hero like a cannonball.

“I’m not ending the livestream! We just got so many more viewers joining!” Red Robin shouted back as he started fighting back the chips that were now being flung his way. 

“Brace yourselves!” Wondergirl yelled as jello slung itself around the room. Danny just let out a groan as he started shooting ectoblasts, doing his best to subdue the ecto infused food. 

He was never letting his team convince him into bringing out the ectoplasm again. This was the worst idea they had ever had.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dis writes #dp x dc crossover #dis dreams #batman #danny fenton #dc x dp crossover

[suzukiblu]

excerpt from in-progress Superfam fic (aka the one where Clark panic-adopts his teenage clones, yes including the supervillain one):

Match hears a heartbeat in the air, high overhead. He doesn't look towards it. 

He recognizes it. 

He doubts its owner would recognize his, though. 

"Superboy?" Superman asks as he drifts down into Match's peripheral vision. "Are you alright, kid?" 

Match thinks about lying. He sat through the briefing this morning, after all. He knows the Agenda's plan. He knows what he's supposed to do for it. 

"Superboy's in France," he says instead. 

". . . what?" Superman says. Match doesn't look at him. Watches the lab burn down a little more in front of them, but nothing else. 

"Superboy's in France," he repeats. "Outside Lyon, probably. That's where the new lab is." 

"You're–ah," Superman realizes. "Match?" 

"Yes." Match keeps watching the lab burn. He's honestly surprised Superman remembers his name. Or even remembers him at all. 

Well, eidetic memory and all. 

"If Superboy's in Lyon, then what happened here?" Superman asks, glancing towards the flames. Match thinks about lying again, but there's just not really a point. 

"I did it," he says. 

"Why?" Superman asks. 

"They want me to kill Robin," Match says, and Superman . . . pauses. "And Wonder Girl, if I get a shot. But mostly Robin. He's the priority target." 

"Why?" Superman asks again, very carefully. Some burning debris falls down. Match watches it go. 

"To destabilize Batman," he says, because there's still no point in lying. It doesn't matter. When has it ever, really? Lying has never gotten him anything he wanted. "So the Justice League will be weakened." 

"But you're not supposed to kill Superboy?" Superman says. 

"There's no point in killing Superboy," Match says reasonably. "It's not like you'd care if he died." 

"The Agenda thinks I wouldn't care if Superboy died?" Superman asks incredulously, just staring at him. "Why, because he's a clone?" 

"Because I reported back my interactions with you when I was pretending to be him," Match corrects, puzzled by the vehemence of the response. "And also the lack thereof." 

"What?" Superman says, still just staring. 

"Batman loves Robin," Match reminds him, really not understanding the look on the man's face–like he's surprised or something, somehow? Like he somehow doesn't know how he interacts with Thirteen? "You don't even like Superboy. So killing him isn’t currently productive to the Agenda's goals. He's more useful as a live sample." 

"You're telling me that Superboy is only alive right now because the Agenda doesn't think that someone murdering him would bother me," Superman says, his voice very careful again. 

"Yes," Match confirms. More burning debris falls down. 

Match watches it go. 

"Take me to the lab in Lyon," Superman says. Match looks over at him, mostly because his voice sounds very odd all of a sudden, and frowns. Superman's eyes are burning red. 

Heat vision. Okay. 

"No," Match says. Superman's eyes burn visibly hotter, but he doesn't actually activate his heat vision. It's not an attack. 

Then Superman exhales, and it's an icy fog. 

But it's still not an attack. 

"Why not?" Superman asks. 

"Why would I bother?" Match says. "You can destroy it after Superboy escapes." 

Thirteen will escape, Match knows. He can't escape, but Thirteen always does. 

"I'm going to go get him, Match," Superman says, and Match frowns in confusion at the statement. "I don't care about the lab or the Agenda. I just want to get Superboy." 

"That isn't consistent with your previous behavior," Match notes, his frown deepening. He'd be suspicious, maybe, but . . . well, Superman does save people. 

Just not usually Thirteen, in Match's experience of him. 

Or . . . any clone, really. 

In Match's experience of him. 

Not that he ever expected Superman to bother with . . . 

Thirteen called them brothers, the first time they met. Meanwhile, Match is pretty sure that this is at best the second time that Superman's ever even spoken to him without thinking he was Thirteen, and technically he still started off the conversation on that assumption. 

It's just very obvious that he doesn't care about any shared DNA they have or . . . anything like that. 

"Please take me to the lab in Lyon, Match," Superman says. 

"So you can go get Superboy," Match says. 

"Yes," Superman says. 

You never came to get ME, Match doesn't say. 

"Alright," he says instead, and gets to his feet.

#match #dc match #superman #clark kent #rinfic #long post #wip: clark panic-adopts his teenage clones

[jinjeriffic]

How I think halfa Jason would work in DCxDP:

When Jason died his soul became a vengeful ghost, but he wasn't strong enough to manifest yet. When Superboy prime altered reality and undid his death, it caused a paradox, merging his ghost and human selves. Jason crawled out of the grave a halfa, but an unstable one - a different flavor from Dani or Vlad, he didn't start melting or get Ecto-Acne, instead it caused his catatonia. His body healed, but his human brain and ghost soul were unable to properly integrate. When Talia shoved him in the Lazarus Pit, it shocked his system and caused him to stabilize (a shot of Ecto Dejecto would have had a similar result).

If you want to include Pit Madness, it can be blamed on all the weird chemical crap Ra's uses to create the pits (much like the Diet coke impurity caused Vlad's Acne).

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #jason todd #meta #headcanon #halfa jason todd #red hood #halfa jason #halfa red hood

[dailycass-cain]

As promised many months ago to end this day, here's a 🧵of the insanity Cassandra Cain's "human" body can do due to what David Cain put her through (besides the two obvious ones of body language and various forms of killing he trained her in).

The best issue that showcases that is of course Batgirl Vol. 1 #14 where various government agencies look at the footage Cass got caught filmed in.

The first few pages are literally showcasing how inhuman, but still bordering on human she is due to what David Cain put her through.

This is always fully covered throughout Batgirl Volume 1 and is usually forgotten when writers and editors tend to have their job. Not saying any names or storylines of any RECENT kind where a WAR broke out in GOTHAM.

is still salty YES

We've seen Cass's speed all the time throughout the Puckett run. To just showcase the prior issue's bullet dodging or her issue of Tim (#18) be child's play (along with her taking several shots up close and dodging each one from a certain corrupt government bastard).

Nah the best example of Cass's true "speed" is in #34 facing the mob boss Ving and his gang.

Yeah, you're seeing that right she is faster than a freaking bullet. Surprising how SOME seem to forget that in other comics. 🙄

Something even Batgirls remembered (#15) when Cass was playing shogun dodge with Cluemaster who was trying to shoot her with a shotgun.

But what of Cassandra's strength? Just how strong is she really?

#19 where Cass is faced with the obstacle of three-inch quartz preventing her from escaping a gas chamber. So let's examine just how thick three-inch quartz is.

Well, let's google just that.

A SEVEN on the hardness scale. Further research says that it can only crack due to "extreme impacts" which wouldn't ya know:

As for her body itself, Batgirl/Ghost: The Ressurection Machine #3 suggests this about Cass being immune to A LOT of poisons:

Something Batgirl Vol. 1 "sort of" delves in #50 when both she and Bruce are doused with a new batch of super drug but it turns out they were both immune to it due to them being built differently than normal humans.

This is all the more surprising because a few issues prior to (#46) Cass is doused with a version of it, but you could say given what she "sees" Cass is under A LOT of stress (the building tension with Bruce, Babs breaking up with Dick, Superboy/Black Wind stuff). Plus she does "sort of" snap out of it to beat the bad guys in that issue.

Just like in #51 she avoids the pheromones to Poison Ivy even though she is showing signs of falling under the hormones but snaps out of it due to willpower (something Bruce was almost succumbing to before he fully snapped out of it too).

It really feels like "this anti-poison" ability Cass had was all but forgotten once the series ended. Of course, naturally with a certain "infamous" story ONE YEAR LATER, but also Batman & Robin Eternal as she is affected by Fear Toxin (among other stuff too).

#9 & #59 showcase that David Cain shot Cass regularly so much that she can not even feel it. This could explain also HOW she was eventually able to dodge bullets and become so fast.

#22 also showcases this as well so this is not something simply just randomly put in. This was something the writers wanted to show the sickening lengths David Cain put Cass through.

Again, #14 brought up Cass's metabolism and how off the charts it was. I think something we just overlooked is that in #26 Cass slept for 20 hours a day for four days (or perhaps longer) straight until she fully recovered from fighting Lady Shiva.

That's not even going under the amount of food she consumes. This little detail was first showcased in #39 when Cass ate like she was freaking Goku.

This little bit of detail was brought back in #66 when she ordered THREE burgers (I'm assuming with everything on it) with three sides of fries and a BIG milk.

Amusingly, this detail was recently brought back in Nightwing #106 & #108 where she FEASTED on who knows how many pancakes.

Lastly, I feel this bit is worth mentioning as well from #47 with Doctor Lewis Friedman who started the theory on body language that David Cain made a frightening reality with Cass (shame he was never brought up again after this issue).

All this isn't even counting on the extremely LONG hours of shower time Cass picked up in the Gabrych run that even Willingham's Robin (which went on during this) teased (something again Batgirls kept up on).

So there you have it. The utter anomaly that is the body of one Cassandra Cain.

#cassandra cain #dc comics #insane things Cass can do #cass built differently