#j’onn j’onzz x reader

[hanasnx]

isn't it insane that martian manhunter can literally change the size of his dick? like he could literally, if he wanted to, just change the size of his dick mid-fuck and split you in half. i really just think that's absolutely insane.

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MINORS DNI 18+

“Forgive me. I’m… unaccustomed to human.” J’ONN J’ONZZ miraculously forms a sentence through the constraints of pleasure. Sweetly rocking into you at a snail’s pace as if it reserve a little time to recuperate and gather his bearings. You had no idea that he’d be this beside himself, keeping your legs spread nice for him with your hands tucked in the crooks of your knees.

“Take your time.” you exhale with a proud curl to your lips. It’s flattering to say the least that you’re his first here on Earth, and he can’t wrap his head around what you feel like. Not to mention his length is obviously shaped unlike anything you’ve had before, the only similarity you can compose is a Bad Dragon dildo you ordered for its unique figure.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” A mildly uneasy question, conveying his nervousness. “You are secreting.” he notes aloud, and casually ruts to test the new lubricant.

“Oh, yeah. It just helps me take in something a little bigger that’s all.” you respond, winded from the effort of it all. It’s unusual how clinical he can be during intimacy, but you try to take it in stride. Answering is a matter of satisfying his curiosity, which you now realize is driving his actions when you feel a peculiar sensation inside you. Not only is more length being introduced, but girth too. He picks up his pace with a groan, rolling his taut abdomen to lick the inside of you with his cock. “I— Woah, what?" In short, you're bewildered, rocking with each of his thrusts into you, your suspended legs bobbing.

"Do you like it?" he asks, clawing into the pillow under your head as he hovers over you. You're speechless, your jaw hanging open with various "Oh"s spilling out of it. "You cannot imagine a tighter space…" he hisses, willing his dick to grow. As a shapeshifter, he was not aware that size could alter an already mind-blowing sensation to an all new level of ecstasy for both parties.

"Oh— fuck, J'onn, I didn't even think of that—" you gasp and you arch your back, letting ease into fucking you deeper than you've ever been touched before.

[purple-obsidian]

beautiful mind (18+, j'onn j'onzz x fem human reader)

⭓ warming up to write some alien sex, lemme know who wants to see part 2 👽

“J’onn… why did you change?” You ask, tilting your head a little as you watch him exit your bathroom. You have been seeing the Martian for a few weeks now, going on dates and spending time together, and tonight you finally invited him back to your place, for what you’re hoping to be a romantic evening.

It started off great, you and him lounging on your couch and talking about your week. But halfway through the bottle of wine you were sharing, he excused himself to use your restroom, and now you’re sad to see that he is no longer his normal green self, but the human version of himself that he shifts into when you two are in public together.

“My apologies,” he begins, his deep voice tinged with embarrassment, “from what I have learned of human dating expectations, I assumed your invitation back to your place insinuated the possibility of engaging in physical intimacy. I… wanted to be prepared. Please forgive me if I was bold to assume as much.”

You smile, and shake your head softly. “No, you read the situation correctly. I guess…” You blush a little, and rub your hand up and down your arm nervously, trying to get the goose bumps to go away, “I guess I was looking forward to seeing more of the real you.”

J’onn ponders your words for a moment. He wasn’t expecting this. He’s been with a couple human women before, but he never felt like they would be comfortable with him as he really is. They never asked.

“The real me.” He repeats back thoughtfully.

“Yes.” You stand up from the couch you two were sitting on and walk towards him as you explain. “I think you’re quite handsome either way, but I want you to be yourself around me. I really like you, J’onn. And I want to get to know more about you, especially about what makes you different.”

The Martian smiles down at you warmly. “If that’s the case… then I have a confession to make.”

“I’m all ears.” You reach for his hand and hold it in your own, encouraging him.

J'onn reaches his other hand out to caress your cheek gently, almost reverent in how he handles you.

“They way you’ve seen me… the way the rest of the league sees me, it isn’t actually my true Martian form.”

You raise your eyebrow in confusion. “No?”

“No. This…” you watch in awe as his human body morphs back into his familiar green features. "This, is a more humanoid version of my Martian self. When I first came to earth, I wanted to appear less frightening to humans, and opted to present myself this way."

Your mind is racing, curiosity getting the better of you. You're already enamored by him, you have been for a while now. But knowing you haven't even seen the real him yet makes your heart beat faster in anticipation. His deep red eyes look down at you with affection as he sees how excited you're getting.

"I… I want to see. Please? If you're comfortable, that is." You release his hand and bridge the gap between you, embracing the tall, green alien gently.

He accepts your embrace readily. "I haven't shared my true form with many people here on earth. I must warn you, it can be quite… jarring."

But even as he says this, you see him grin down at you, and feel his strong hands run through your hair. He knows you well enough by now that he's confident you won't be scared of him. Its one of the things he admires most about you, how accepting and open-minded you are, approaching the unknown with curiosity rather than fear.

It makes him feel safe with you.

"Maybe I'm in the mood to be jarred." You suggest with a sly smile. You lean up to place a kiss on his cheek, and wrap your arms around his neck as his hands shift down, resting on your waist. “I hope you know you can trust me."

Feeling you murmur into his neck and hold him so tenderly is affecting him. He wants to show you, to bare himself to you fully and see your reaction. He doesn't really think you'll respond negatively, but there's still something nagging at him, which gives him pause.

"I am willing to show you. But perhaps… not tonight. I don't want to ruin the mood."

You frown, and pull away just enough that you can look up at him again. "Ruin the mood? I don't understand."

"Allow me to explain. Martians don't engage in physical intimacy the same way humans do. I was hoping tonight would be about us getting closer, in a way that's comfortable for you. I don't want to distract from that. My Martian form doesn't have any reproductive organs that resemble what you're used to." He explains in his deep, calming voice that you've become extremely fond of as of late.

"J'onn, you're killing me." You groan, chuckling and leaning your head on his chest. He smells amazing, thanks to the cologne Clark recommended to him. As another alien who’s dated human women, J'onn has been consulting with his friend regularly for advice, most of which has helped his confidence tremendously in your budding relationship. "I don't know how else to say it. I want to know. I want to know it all. You know so much about humans and our way of life, but I want to know more about you. Who says our first time has to be what I'm most familiar with? I'm comfortable with you. As long as we go slow, I'm sure I'll enjoy myself."

J'onn smiles even wider at you response and holds you close to his chest, his hand still tangled in your hair. He's picturing it in his mind now, being with you and showing you how sex with a Martian can be, quite literally, mind-blowing. He would be lying if he said the idea didn't arouse him.

"Martians are a highly psychic people. Intimacy is rarely ever just a physical engagement, but the melding of two minds as well. Is that something you're comfortable with?" He asks. You can pick up the slight nervousness in his voice.

"Melding of minds?" You repeat back. "So in order for us to…be together, in that way, you'll have to read my mind?"

This does give you pause, your mind isn't exactly the most happy place. It is when you're with J'onn, but opening yourself up in such a way sounds intimidating. You're worried that he won't like what he sees. Every secret and embarrassing moment, does that mean he will know it all?

"Our minds will be connected. I will not intentionally pry into anything private, but yes. It involves being engaged together in the present moment. It allows for open communication to ensure both of our experiences are pleasurable, and so we can avoid any discomfort, if either of us wishes to stop."

The apprehension and anxiety you feel is overshadowed by your curiosity and growing arousal. They way he's holding you against him, gently massaging the back of your neck and explaining all this to you, it makes your heart beat faster and your stomach get a weird, fluttery feeling.

J'onn has always come across as very reserved and proper. Much to your delight, you've gotten to see a different side of him since he asked you out, and the more you get to see of his true personality, the more you adore him. How could you pass up the opportunity to take a peek into his beautiful mind?

Trying not to appear too eager, you lean up to place a few soft, warm kisses below his ear. "I want to try. I want to learn how to make you feel good. And I want to see the real you. Please?"

You asking so politely is endearing to him. His own pulse quickens as he thinks about how to make this work, with you not being a shapeshifter or psychic. He will have to do a lot of the work, at least the first time as you get used to him. But J'onn doesn't mind that one bit. He hopes this is the first time of many.

"Since you said please." He teases, releasing you from his embrace and staring down into your eyes. You gaze back up at him lovingly, but your eyes leave his when you notice his form shift once again. He grows a few inches taller, and his features contort and twist until his head is no longer rounded like a human skull, but elongated with ridges and small horns. His dark red eyes grow larger, and the muscles in his abdomen morph and change, causing his body shape to be slightly more… alien. There's no other word for him. Its different. He's unlike any creature you've ever seen.

But there's still an elegance about him. You don't find it unnerving or scary, but mesmerizing. Before you can stop yourself, you reach out to graze your fingertips over the green skin of his chest, marveling at how smooth and firm it feels. You trace the ridges and muscles, exploring him with your hands and familiarizing yourself with his true form.

"Is it safe to assume, you don't find my body off-putting?" He asks you with a chuckle. He can see the fascination in your eyes, but he wants to hear you say it.

"You're beautiful." You blurt out, now caressing him with both hands, slowly trailing them higher until you're reaching up to touch the small, blunt horns along his head. "Were all Martians as handsome as you? Or were they each different, like humans?"

Your flattery leaves him beaming, albeit slightly embarrassed. He places his hand over your own, holding it more firmly to the side of his face. "Like humans, a Martian's true form may vary in size and appearance. But on Ma'aleca'andra, we focused more on ones inner self, valuing beauty of thought over physical appearance."

"Please, show me." You ask in a low, almost desperate tone. You want to see his beautiful mind. You want to know all of him, and J'onn is happy to oblige, picking you up gently and taking you to your bedroom.

⭓ part 2 is out now, click here to read.

[sireditsalot4]

Thankful

Summary: You and J’onn talk about what you two are both thankful for.

Characters: Kara x Lena x Reader

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You’re sitting at the couch watching your friends dance and sing. You take a moment to be present and realize that everything that happened lead you here with these people. The journey was painful, but worth it.

“What are you thankful for?” You ask.

J’onn tilted his head, pretending to think. “I’m thankful for everyone in this room,” he replied. “Especially you.”

You smile. You feel your blood run to your cheeks making you blush. “How sweet.”

“What are you thankful for?” He asked. You took no time to answer. “I’m thankful for everyone in this room,” you look at Lena and Kara, “especially for them.”

“They love you dearly, Y/N. They’d do anything.”

“I know.”

You both sit there sipping on your drinks. The Martian makes good martinis.

“We need to do this more.”

“Just call and I’ll be there.”

[kassies-take]

If You Picked Out Superfriend’s Costume

You: *walks into Tower* Who here already has their costume for Halloween? *raises hand*

J’onn and Kelly: *raises their hand*

You: *looks around* you all don’t have your costumes?

Alex: *crosses arms* we’ve been trying to fight Nxyly

You: *crinkle and points to J’onn and Kelly* They have their costumes

Brainy: As much as I would like to partake in traditional customs...

You: what if I pick the costumes

Lena: *raises eyebrows*

Kara: I’m okay with that, Alex and I know exactly how you get during Halloween and it has never disappointed me yet

Nia: *smiles* I have one request *links arms with Brainy* make us have couple costumes

You: DEAL

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You and Kelly: *Trift Store*

You: *gasps* how would you feel about being Velma

Kelly: I thought you’re making Lena be Velma.

You: but look at this *pulls out costume*

Kelly: *smiles* she’s gonna kill you.

You: it’s so worth it!

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You: *runs in with 5 garment bags, wearing Sofia Boutella’s mummy costume*

Kara: *jumps* oh Rao!!

Kelly: *walks in with another garment bag* I tried to stop her but she loves Halloween

???: *Darth Vader breathing*

You: No way!! Papa Bear!!

J’onn: I am your father!!

You: *squeal*

Kelly: I’m gonna go change *smirks*

Nia: what do you have for us Ahmanet

You: *hands a bag to Brainy, Nia, Alex, Kara and Lena individually*

Brainy, Nia, Alex, Kara and Lena: *leaves to change*

Kelly: *comes back*

J’onn: who do you think would like their costumes

You: you know?

J’onn: *stares at you with Vader’s helmet still on*

You: oh right, mind reader. Nia would probably like the costume the most. Lena and Brainy would probably be tied for wanting to run and hide

Brainy: *comes back* I don’t understand why I have to wear this *pulls at the orange ascot*

You: *about to speak*

Nia: where is Fred! *looks at Kelly and runs to her* VELMA! LOOK AT YOU! POP OFF QUEEN!

Brainy: why do I have to be Fred

You and Nia: he makes traps

Brainy: I like this Fred. What type of traps does he make?

Kelly: you know those that trap ghosts-

Brainy: like Ghostbusters

J’onn: No Brainy

You: don’t ruin the moment Vader Bear

Nia: If Brainy is Fred, Kelly is Velma and I’m Daphne. Who is Shaggy and Scooby?

Alex and Kara: *arrive*

Alex: I’m never letting you pick costumes again. *in a baggy green shirt and brown pants*

Kara: at least your not the dog

You: I find it both really fitting. *points to Alex* Alex in college all the morning afters. *points to Kara* endless pit and golden retriever

J’onn: *laughs*

Lena: *heels clicking* (Y/n)! Do you think this is funny! *crosses arms*

You: *laughs, holds your stomach* YES!

Superfriends: *turn to look at Lena, holds back laughter*

Lena: *in a witch costume*

Alex: I’m no longer upset *takes out phone and takes a picture*

Lena: *glares* you all forget that I can make you catch on fire

Nia: best costume goes to Lena!

Kara: *gawking* wow. You never disappoint (Y/n). *looking Lena up and down*

You: *crinkle* I take that back you’re just a dog

[kj-1130]

I’m considering doing a kinda winter/Christmas themed series for Supergirl but lemme know if you’d want to see that because I have to start working on it soon and need to know if anyone’s even gonna read it

[wlw-in-space]

Baby!Danvers Reader

Prompt: R is Kara and Alex’s younger sister, and she gets food for them for when they come back from missions and stuff, but when she goes out to grab food she runs into trouble and goes back to her apartment really hurt. Then she asks Lena to help her out because she doesn’t know what to do so Lena patches her up for the most part and then when Kara and Alex get there, R has still got like something stuck in her leg and they have to get it out so they take her to the DEO to get it out and Alex is mad at her because she was really scared. Also R likes Lena and Lena likes R but it’s low key.

Word Count: 3,487 (it’s a long one ladies and gents)

Warnings: blood & cursing

(Also, this was requested on my Wattpad and I’m moving it here but I changed some minor things)

You knew as soon as you limped back into the apartment you shared with Kara that you were in deep shit trouble with your sisters. Alex had told you not to leave the apartment because she and Kara had to take care of an alien. She didn't want you getting into trouble, but you always order takeout for Kara and Alex to eat when they get back from missions, and since you had called yesterday to order for them, the lady who works the night shift (her name is Nina) told you over the phone that your usual delivery man (Eric) was going on vacation, so he wouldn't be able to deliver your food, so you figured you could just go pick it up yourself since it was only a few minutes drive from the apartment.

Well, it was pretty unfortunate that the alien attack was actually two blocks away from your apartment and your car got totaled, with you in it.

Calling Alex or Kara wasn't an option, Maggie was probably with them, Winn was at the DEO with J'onn, and Lena, Lena would be there in a heartbeat.

You looked a mess. The sound your left arm made when your car crashed couldn't have been healthy, your wrist on the opposite arm had a cut in it, there's a piece of glass stuck in your thigh, oh, and don't forget about the tiny cuts on your face from the small pieces of glass from your windshield.

Luckily you hadn't been too far from the apartment, calling yourself an ambulance would have taken way too long because there's no way they would be able to get to you in the middle of all the chaos.

Getting up to your apartment took a while, it was hard to ignore your bleeding wrist and your inability to walk properly from the fucking glass in your thigh, but sweet relief came when you were finally able to flop down on the couch (after popping two Advil's, of course). Maybe not so sweet, considering, but you knew pulling out the glass would result in gushing blood and you didn't exactly know how to take care of that.

Quickly, you shot a text to Alex and Kara in your group chat.

Hey, so when you guys finish with your mission and stuff, please come back asap. I got hurt trying to get takeout for you guys cuz I didn't know that the alien attack happened to be on the way. I made it back home fine, but everything hurts. I love you guys.

You sighed, leaning against the armrest carefully. Maybe I should text Lena. Five minutes is what it took you to finally get the courage to send her a text, knowing you probably should have earlier.

Hi, Lee. I hope you aren't too busy. I got hurt trying to get takeout for the girls and I need your help. I'm in the apartment but there's an alien attack nearby so please be careful. I'm so sorry to bother you.

You bit the inside of your cheek and pressed send. It took just a few seconds before you saw the three dots pop up and you smiled softly.

I'll be there in less than ten minutes.

Lena stayed true to her word and you heard the door unlocking (with the emergency key only your friends knew about). When she turned on the lights you realized you'd forgotten to do that when you'd arrived.

"Oh my god, (y/n), what happened?" Lena rushed to your side as soon as she walked in, leaving her purse by the door and her coat along with it, not wasting time and grabbing the first aid kit from underneath the sofa.

"I crashed on the way to the takeout place getting food for Alex and Kara," You muttered.

"What's hurting? Besides your leg, obviously, I'd rather wait until Alex is here to take it out, it'll be easier and I don't want you loosing more blood than you already have," Just the look of concern on her face could probably take away all the pain you had.

"I think my arm might be broken, my wrist is cut, and my face is - well, you know." You bit your lip, feeling a tinge of shame as you spoke.

Lena hurried herself over to the refrigerator and handed you a bottle of water, "Here, I'm sure you're thirsty." Then she opened the first aid kit and pulled out the hydrogen peroxide and a washcloth.

"I don't have to tell you that this is going to hurt, (y/n), I know you already know," Lena spoke softly, taking your wrist into her gentle hand, "Tell me about what living with your sister is like, relax a little bit, and don't forget to breathe,” Lena said, giving you something to distract yourself with.

You nodded softly, wincing when the soft cloth made contact with your skin, "Living with Kara is fun, it - fuck, Lee,"

"You're okay, I'll be done soon," Lena continued cleaning the wound.

"Sorry, uh, it's good I guess, I feel safe with Kara here. And we don't fight just - god - just Alex and Kara do sometimes but not usually."

Lena nodded, putting the washcloth down and picking up a roll of bandages, "You did great, (y/n), I would've been able to use water and mild soap but it was really dirty and I'd rather you don't get an infection," Lena started to wrap your wrist in the bandage.

"Thank you, Lena."

"Thank me when I'm done," Lena smiled softly, brushing your hair out of your face and getting the washcloth to clean it, "This shouldn't hurt as much, it won't take me long either."

Lena began wiping gently at your skin, cleaning the dirt and scrapes.

Your eyes met Lena's and she offered a smile, "I hope Alex and Kara finish up and get here quickly, we need to get this glass out of your leg, I can't imagine how much pain you're in right now."

"I took Advil," You shrug.

"You know damn well Advil isn't going to do anything to help you, (y/n)." Lena sighed softly.

"Alex and Kara are going to crucify me, Lena."

"They probably will," Lena nodded, "I would've too, but I know you don't need that from three people, you've probably learned your lesson too."

"I guess, I just want to be like you guys. Like, help people and all, I wanna learn how to fight and solve problems. I cause Alex and Kara trouble all the time because I do stupid stuff and I can't take care of myself, hell, you should be at home relaxing," You groaned, getting frustrated with yourself.

"I would much rather be here with you, trust me, I'd prefer that you weren't hurting, I hate seeing you in pain, but I'm glad that you asked me to help you," Lena backed away, having finished cleaning up your face.

"I'm really glad I did, too."

"I really should take this glass out, it isn't safe for you to have it there for so long, (y/n)."

Just then, Kara burst through the window with Alex in her arms, setting her down before the two of them rushed to you.

"Jesus, fuck!" You screamed, clearly startled that they'd come out of nowhere, not even bothering to use the front door.

"Language," Alex said. Although it wasn't like she didn't curse all the time.

"(Y/n) you are in big fucking trouble, but we'll deal with that later," Alex crossed her arms.

"And you get to curse but I don't? I'm an adult for Christ's sake."

"I'm responsible and listen to directions so maybe when you learn how to do that you'll get treated like an adult," It was pretty obvious that Alex was angry, but you could tell she was worried.

"Alex, hush," Kara finally spoke. You hadn't realized that while you were talking to Alex she was using her x-ray vision to see if you'd broken any bones. "(Y/n), your arm is broken."

"I think we can deal with her arm after, she’s a big shard of glass in her thigh that's been there since she got into the car accident and she needs to get it out immediately. I was waiting for you, Alex, she's already lost too much blood and I needed someone to help me just in case," Lena spoke up, her concern only growing by the minute.

"We should take her to the DEO, we'll be able to help her faster there," Kara started lifting you up into her arms.

"Kara, no!" You pleaded. "I want to stay with you guys."

"No one touches (y/n)'s leg but me and Lena, Kara. Take her quickly and -" Before Alex finished her sentence, Kara had left with you, and in seconds you were laying in the med bay of the DEO, "Gimmie, two seconds, (y/n/n)."

You closed your eyes and wait until you hear Kara land with Alex and Lena before opening them again.

"Kara, close the door," Lena hurried over to you and got ready to put an IV in your arm (the one that isn't broken) and hung you up on the heart monitor.

There was so much going on in the room, Alex was looking around for something, Lena was sticking an IV in your arm and Kara was trying to ask you something but you couldn't focus on her words.

As soon as your heart rate started speeding up you heard beeping coming from behind you and you started feeling overwhelmed and god, "Can someone just take the damn glass out?" You yelled, groaning as you had nothing to distract you from the pain, no Lena talking to you calmly, just a bunch of machines beeping erratically and people occasionally peeping through the window, wondering what the hell was going on. You turned your head away and felt your lip start to wobble and tears threatening to fall.

"That's why we're here, (y/n)," Alex huffed, sitting on a stool beside your leg, Lena right next to her.

Kara stood on your other side, taking your hand into hers and squeezing gently.

"Are you ready?" Lena asked.

"Yeah, just go," You squeezed Kara's hand tightly, seriously regretting trying to get takeout.

Lena readied herself, and when Alex pulled out the shard, she applied pressure to your wound.

It took everything you had not to scream. It's a good thing Kara was Kryptonian, otherwise you would've hurt her.

Kara gently wiped away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks with her other hand, "You did so good, (y/n). I'm so proud of you."

You chuckle softly, "So I guess we just decided against using an anesthetic?"

"Sorry," Alex offered a lopsided smile. "Let's leave this pressure on for a good fifteen minutes to be safe and then we'll clean and stitch her, yeah?" Alex asked Lena.

"Yeah," Lena nodded, biting the inside of her lip.

Fifteen minutes passed fairly quickly, Kara, Alex, and Lena made conversation with you to create a distraction and pass time.

Alex looked at her watch before looking back over to you, "Okay, I'm going to put some numbing gel on this thigh of yours and then we'll get it cleaned up for you before I stitch it." She said, before getting to work.

"Okay," You nod, looking down at your hand which was still in Kara's. She was tracing the freckles on your hand, what she usually did when she was worried or stressed. "Hey, Kar?"

Kara looked up, "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for scaring you," You said, giving Kara a lazy smile. Kara smiled back at you and nodded, giving you an unspoken 'it's okay'.

"You too, Alex, I'm really sorry," You added, knowing Alex was listening to you.

You moved your head and looked at Alex, wanting her to at least look at you, but she kept her eyes focused on your thigh. You knew she could feel your eyes on her, you were right in front of her, and you knew she was mad, you just didn’t think she’d be so mad that she wanted to ignore you.

You screwed your eyes shut and turned your face away from her, feeling the tears that had gone away start to come back, but not because of the pain you were dealing with.

Alex just then finished with the numbing gel and turned to Lena, "I'll be outside talking to J'onn and Winn, come get me when you're ready for me to stitch (y/n)."

You heard the door close behind Alex and opened your eyes again, only to look at the ceiling.

"She hates me," You sniffled.

"No no no, (y/n/n), Alex does not hate you. She cares more about you than any other person on this planet. She's upset because you scared her so badly when she got your text that she almost started crying. You're her little sister, (y/n) -"

"So are you," You interrupted.

"I have superpowers, you don't. You're fragile and Alex worries about you every time we have to go on a mission. I know you love to act like the toughest person in the world, but we can tell that you're in a lot of pain, and you know Alex sees right through you. She wouldn't act this way if she hated you."

"How am I supposed to apologize to her if she wont even look at me?" You felt your lip wobble again, but you willed them to go away, blinking quickly.

"Lena page us when you're finished, please. I'll be right back after I go talk to her, and I'll try to find you a sling or something for that arm of yours," Kara smiled reassuringly before kissing your forehead and hurried out of the room, leaving you with Lena.

"And then there were two," You played with the bandage Lena had wrapped around your wrist earlier, noticing how you had almost bled through it and you would probably have to change it soon.

Lena looked up and smiled at you, "I guess the numbing gel worked? You don't seem to be in pain."

"Yeah, it feels uncomfortable but it doesn't really hurt," You nodded, watching Lena's face as she focused her energy on your thigh.

"I'm glad you aren't in as much pain anymore," Lena finished cleaning your leg and was about to hit the paging button on the little remote, but decided against it when she heard Alex and Kara yelling, sitting on the stool beside you.

"Now they're arguing because of me too," You groaned.

"It isn't your fault, (y/n). Kara is right though, I don't think you've ever really seen Alex super worried or scared for your well-being. She cares about you so much it's insane. And I don't blame her for being upset either. I totally understand how she feels. It's scary when someone you love is in danger and you don't know if they're okay."

"Trust me, I know the feeling," You chuckled. "I think we should let them know that we're done."

Lena nodded softly and pressed the button, kissing the top of your head (it reminded you of how Kara did it) before leaving the room.

You felt relieved in a way. All this talking to other people was getting annoying and you just wanted to be alone, but you knew the last thing you'd be for the next few weeks was alone.

Your heart clenched a bit when you saw Alex pass the window and open the door.

"Hi," She said softly, grabbing her stuff and bringing it over to you.

"Alex, I'm honestly so -"

"Why didn't you listen to me, (y/n)?"

You bit the inside of your lip, "I didn't think anything bad would happen and I just wanted to get you guys something to eat, like I always do."

"Listen, you know I appreciate you going out of you way to get us food, but when I'm asking you to do something so you can keep yourself safe, please, do it. I don't know what the fuck I would do without you," Alex started working on your stitches, and you were so glad your thigh was numb.

"I want to learn how to fight like you and Kara," You blurted, knowing that Alex wouldn't want to hear that, but you needed to say it.

Alex shook her head, "(Y/n) -"

"Al, please, I know I can do it I just need someone to teach me. I wanna help people like you guys, I just don't know how," You knew asking her for this wasn't a great idea considering the situation you guys were in, but there wouldn't exactly be a better time to ask her.

Alex stayed quiet for a bit, but you could tell that she was thinking, you could almost see the gears turning in her head, "Fine, but Kara, J'onn, and I will be the ones to train you. You are not getting hurt like this again. And this could be good for you, you'll learn how to defend yourself if you get into trouble and if I trust you and your skills enough, I'll consider getting you a job here," Alex said, a smile teasing at her lips. "I am proud of you for wanting to do this though, especially after everything you've endured tonight. I know it's been a long night for you and I shouldn't have treated you badly, I was worried."

"I know you were, and I'm so sorry for making you worry about me. You're the last person who needs stress in their life. And so you know, you don't have to do all the things you do for me, but I really do appreciate it so much, and I love you so fucking much, Alex," You sniffled but stopped caring about the tears running down your face now.

Alex cut the thread and set her things down before moving in to hug you gently, being careful not to hurt you. When she let go she wiped your tears before wiping her own.

"I love you too, babygirl." Alex chuckled wetly. "I'm staying with you and Kara tonight."

You usually hated when Alex called you babygirl, it was a thing she'd picked up when the you were younger, but you couldn't bring yourself to care and maybe it was growing on you.

"So, am I forgiven?" You asked hopefully.

"Yes, but I better not hear you complaining about not being independent at home while Kara and I have to take care of you," Alex laughed.

Kara and Lena walked back in with Winn and J'onn a few minutes later.

J'onn looked relieved to see that you were better (he'd seen what your leg had looked like when Kara brought you to the DEO), and Winn just looked excited to see you (and happy that you were okay, of course).

After a few minutes of J'onn talking to you, Lena, Alex, and Kara about what had happened and about how you wanted to start training at the DEO, he left the room, leaving Winn inside, "You know, (y/n), chicks love scars."

Alex nodded, "He isn't wrong, you'll get so many more girls now."

You chuckled softly, feeling your face heat up because you hadn't exactly told Lena that you liked girls, and you hoped that she wouldn't take it the wrong way or anything (not that she was the type of person to do that, you had complete faith in her but there's always doubt). Now that she knew, it might be easier to figure out that you liked her, which wasn't exactly what you were aiming for, the goal was to keep quiet about it. She was your best friend, ruining the relationship you had with her was not something you planned to do in a million years, especially not for a stupid crush on her when you didn't even know if she was gay.

You were a bit confused when you saw her blushing, and when the two of you made eye contact, you started blushing too, so you laughed it off.

You made it back to the apartment with Kara and Alex at 2 in the morning, which wasn't ideal.

You told Lena that she could come too, you really wanted her to, but she seemed to want to go home, and you felt bad enough for keeping her the whole night and making her deal with your problem.

That, of course, wasn't the real reason Lena hadn't wanted to go over to your apartment, Kara, being your sister and Lena's other best friend, knew that you both had crushes on each other, and Lena found herself uncharacteristically nervous around you, so she told Kara that she didn't want to go because she didn't want to embarrass herself.

Although you would've loved for Lena to be there with the three of you, you were happy to be sitting on the sofa, wedged in between your big sisters and watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey.

[retro-aesthe]

Sidelines (Part 4)

(Hi! I’ve had a bit of writer’s block... but here it is. Tho it’s kinda more like a filler chapter... kind’a long... and btw, i plan for this story to only have 5 parts so... one more to go! anywayyyyyyy there we go. Someone requested to be tagged, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TUMBLR WORKS because before, I literally just reblog and favorite and that’s it. But I’ll try... I’m tryna do my best. AND thank you, all of you out there for the feedback my works had. it was surreal!!! okay enuf now. enjoyyy)

[ @fromthediariesofaoncer hi! ... and... um why can’t I tag you @yanginginthere ? hope u see this]

Alex Danvers x fem!reader

It hurt—the bright light behind your eyelids. It stung, and you wanted to groan so bad because of the bothering pain, but you ended up coughing softly because of the dryness of your throat. You moaned a little at the roughness the smallest cough you’ve ever heard cause you. Then you suddenly realized you’ve been hearing quietness, except for the constant beep and hum of machines.

“Y/n…?” You heard a hesitant voice ask. The immediate response your body made was to open your eyes, to look at the voice’s source. It was a dumb idea, considering how the bright light you were first complaining about surely have blinded you the moment you opened your eyes.

“… blind…” you managed to say. You heard footsteps overpowering the constant hums you’ve been hearing before. Then, there were what seem to be curtains moving—the distinct sound of metal sliding over metal. The light dimmed marginally, but it was significantly bearable compared before.

“Y/n…?” You heard the voice ask once again. You realized you were slowly succumbing to sleep’s enticement. You opened your eyes and Alex Danvers’s face came into view.

It was a horrifying moment of déjà vu, and suddenly you gasped as onslaught of memories attacked you. The earthquake. The woman… bleeding. You, bleeding.

“Lexie!” It was supposedly an exclamation, but you winced when your voice broke at the middle due to the sandpaper currently residing in your throat. You felt your best friend’s arm slightly push you up from your back, and the rim of a cold glass was gently placed on your lower lip.

“Take a sip,” Lexie whispered softly. It was then you noticed that she was the only one in the room aside from you. You cautiously took a sip of the warm water, then thanked god when it soothed the dryness of your throat.

“Lexie, I’m…” you trailed off when you settled back against the comfort of the bed. Your hand was touching the side of your head you remembered bleeding. You fingertips were met by a rough texture which your brain only classified as gauze. You suddenly became aware of everything around you: the gauze, the wires attached to you, the sound of machines, the room—you were in a hospital.

“Bleeding? Yeah, I’m aware. You’ve said that a thousand times already.” Lexie offered a small smile, the worry and concern evident in her eyes.

“What?” you dumbly asked. You were still trying to grasp everything—trying to grasp how the last thing you remembered was… telling Lexie you were bleeding, but it was in a cramped up room.

“You’ve woken up a couple of times in the past 36 hours… and telling me you’re bleeding was always the first thing you keep saying.” You followed Lexie with your eyes as she sat down on the chair beside your bed. You felt her warm hand gently hold yours, making your heartbeat faster… which only became worse when you heard how your heartbeat reflected on the machines. You swore you had an unhealthy red tint form on your cheeks. You turned your head away from your best friend as you’re definitely sure she didn’t miss the machine’s indication of your response to her touch. She went to medical school, for crying out loud!

Your face got even warmer when the hand holding yours squeezed lightly.

“The doctor said you’re expected to actually wake up today. Thank god you chose not to be dramatic for once,” Lexie softly said, making you smile a little. Then, you frowned.

“How long was I out?” you asked, finally registering the fact that you missed a couple of hours because you were unconscious.

“Two days.”

There was silence. Then, “You feel alright?” Lexie asked. You nodded your head slightly, cautious that you might get dizzy of any exaggerated movements. You were looking at her face intently, noting how new stress lines formed, and how Lexie could definitely use a few hours with her bed.

“I’m gonna alert them you’re awake now, okay?” You saw in your peripheral vision that she pressed a button. Silence once again filled the room.

When the doctor and nurses came in the room, the machines were checked and you were asked a few routine questions.

All you can think about the entire time was Lexie not letting go of your hand. It was warm, and though a small gesture, it was the best comfort you’ve ever had in your life.

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“I’m gonna call the others…”

You hate how there was only silence in the room. For the past 10 minutes or so, you and Lexie just held hands, but did not talk about anything at all.

“Wait, Lexie,” you finally managed to say. She immediately looked into your eyes, searching for pain or any indicator that you’re anything besides fine. “Don’t you think we should… talk...? Whatever this is... you know, what’s happening.” You grew frustrated over the fact that you desperately wanted to point out the notable distance between you and your best friend, but can’t because you’re scared. You wanted for Lexie to get the hint, to understand what you were talking about without actually hearing it from you.

“I don’t want to stress you even more, Y/n. You were in surgery three days ago and you didn’t completely wake up for two days,” Lexie said. Your eyes widened at the word “surgery.” Of course, Y/n, your head practically faucet-dripped blood, why in the world wouldn’t you be in surgery?

The silence continued. Your heart aches as the obvious distance between you and Lexie seems to be slowly eating whatever relationship you had with her before. There was hollowness in Lexie’s voice which made you uncomfortable. You hate how everything seems to be changing and you can’t even keep up with its fast phase.

“I miss you,” you said in a low voice, looking at Lexie with pleading eyes. You saw how her posture suddenly went stiff. God damn it…

“You avoided me. For a week.” There was a slight edge in her tone. You winced, because frustrated Lexie is the worst Lexie. She took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm herself at the sudden rouse of her frustration. You fearfully watched her. You know she wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, but when Lexie’s frustrated, she tends to let everything out, without filter, without breaks.

“You made me leave your apartment, Y/n. I tried to call you hundreds of times—but they all went straight to voicemail. Then I go to your apartment, and you weren’t there, and if it weren’t for Mrs. Lee, I wouldn’t have known that you just left your apartment… or—or something else. I just knew you made it a point to not be there when I could more likely visit you, since you know my schedule so well.

“Then… then next thing I know, you spread your arms wide open in the middle of danger. I had no idea where you were and—fuck—thank god Maggie found you. I had to fucking hear it from Kara that you were injured! You kept avoiding me, and I had no idea where you were and—what if, what if by any chance Maggie wasn’t there and nobody saw you and that woman—god, do you even have a clue how fucking terrified I was, huh, Y/n?”

You know well enough to not disrupt Lexie’s rants whenever she’s on one. You just watched as tears started to form on her eyes, when one fell down. It physically hurts you watching her chin tremble as she tried so hard to keep herself from crying. The grip on your hand became tighter, as if it was Lexie’s lifeline.

“You fell on the ground and I caught you and your head was bleeding so much. There was so much blood, Y/n. Much more than the woman under that damned car. Do you know how fucking scared I was when you wouldn’t wake up? The ambulance came and you still didn’t. Then we were in the ambulance and you did and all you told me was that you’re bleeding. God, Y/n, I was so fucking scared. I thought I was going to lose you… there was… there was so much blood and—and—“

A few tears leaked from your eyes as Lexie let go of your hand and curled down as sobs racked her form. You would have reached out, had it been possible for you to get up without help. You watched her helplessly, willing her with your eyes to look at you and hug you and lie down with you and just… lean on you.

“I’m so sorry, Lexie…” you said quietly, but your words were drowned out by her gasps and sniffs. After a minute or so, she straightened up and wiped her tears away. Tears were still streaming down her face but she looked at you with so much sorrow in her eyes.

Her left hand went on holding your free hand while her right hand reached out to wipe the few tears that escaped your eyes. The soft gesture made a few tears flow even more and you keep muttering “I’m sorry” to her. She was shaking her head then squeezed your hand tighter.

“I hate that I can’t blame anyone for what happened to you,” she admitted, her eyes training towards your bandaged head.

“I can’t lose you, Y/n,” she whispered, her voice coming out a plea. You offered a small smile to her, reveling in the comfort of her hand cradling your cheek.

“You won’t,” you said softly. The one week of avoiding Lexie gave you enough time to adjust to the situation. It was enough to prepare you for Maggie’s constant presence in your life, and the constant pain it will bring. The one week was enough to convince yourself to go back to what was before, to just ignore the kiss that happened and to not hope it will ever happen again.

Lexie will only just be your best friend.

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The topic resurfaced on the third day after waking up. The whole gang was there, since it was Kara’s Earth birthday and she doesn’t want you to miss out on the celebration.

Cupcakes were everywhere, but they don’t beat Lexie’s gift to Kara—a mountain of potstickers. Kara was with you when Lexie arrived, carrying the huge gift she had. You taught Kara was going to solar flare with the excitement flowing from her every pore. Lexie had to physically restrain her from inhaling all of the potstickers in one sitting.

Eliza, J’onn, Winn, James, and Lena (since she definitely knows her girlfriend’s alter-ego) all came 30 minutes after Lexie. They were all creating noise, but you preferred the overlapping words and occasional loud laughter (definitely not Kara’s) over the reruns of Friends (though, you’ll forever love the show), documentaries, and constant hum of machines.

You still couldn’t sit up straight since the gash you had on your left torso was still healing. The bed was angled up slightly, so it could support you as you slightly sat up. Lexie was sitting on the chair beside you. You’ve seen more of her in the past three days than you had in the past three months. She was constantly on your side. Apparently, she chose to sow her invested day-offs just so she could take care of you. After a couple times of urging her to go to J’onn and request to go back to work, she managed to shut you up and just be appreciative of the gesture.

You watched Lexie laugh at something Winn said. She had three potstickers on her plate, and a slice of Eliza’s famous pie.

“So… um, isn’t Maggie part of the I-know-Kara-is-Supergirl squad? Where is she?” you asked lightly. You noticed how Lexie suddenly stopped smiling. You looked at the others. The whole room paused, all looking back at you. Their grave expressions made you think the worst.

“Oh my god,” you said, horrified. You looked at Lexie. “Was she… Is she hurt?” Lexie shook her head. Cold spread over your body. “Dead?!” You looked at the others in horror.

“God, no!” Lexie exclaimed. You looked at her for explanation. Well, what were they expecting? You weren’t a psychic like J’onn.

“Well then what?” you asked, frustrated.

“She broke up with me.” There was an awkward silence that settled in the room. You couldn’t help but notice how Lexie was staring intently at you, and there was just a hint of sadness in her face.

You know you were fucked up when hope practically burst right out of you.

[i-do-ships-and-stuff]

Preference: Superfriends reacting to teen!reader being drunk

(Requested)

Kara Danvers

She acts like a cautious, yet cool mom. When you’re found drunk by Kara she initially is slightly worried, but she can’t help but laugh. Her first instinct is to take away your drink, cut you off and make sure you’re okay. After that she sits back and enjoys your flamboyant and giggly personality until you crash. Mostly she would go with the flow once she knew all the drinks were away. If you wanted anything (food, water, etc) she would get it for you immediately. She would go as far as to fly to any fast food restaurant you desired and pick something up for you.

Alex Danvers

She would lose her mind. She would scream “Y/n!!!! What do you think you’re doing?” And no matter how you answered she would continue to freak out. She goes through the stages of grief:  denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance- but she lingers on anger. She would babble incessantly under her breath little sentences like “this is not okay, this is not okay,” and “you’re in so much trouble with me.”  She gets so turned around in her head she doesn’t even notice that the glass she is now drinking from is the one you had previously poured for yourself.

Winn Schott

I can already hear Winn’s “woah woah woah! What’s going on here?” Followed by a “are you… drunk?” He isn’t sure whether or not this is a dangerous situation and he feels the need to watch you very closely to ensure your safety. His eyes would be very wide and he would bite his fingers, looking frantically around as if trying to find an answer. You would be offering him a drink and he would refuse, but would eventually cave in and take a sip. Then another… and another until he is just as plastered as you are and then neither of you would even care anymore. That is why he is not to be trusted babysitting anymore.

J’onn J’onzz

John would be shocked at first. He would stop, stare and say “Is... is y/n... don’t tell me you guys let y/n get drunk.” After everyone informed him that this was your own doing he would say something like “I don’t have to tell you about the dangers of intoxication, do I?” Basically, he’s not mad or upset. He just wants to pretend he never saw it.

Jimmy Olsen

Poor Jimmy. He would just assume it’s because something is going on in your life and before you could even say that no, nothing is wrong, he would sit you down, grab a chair for himself and then go into the longest ted talk about why alcohol is bad for you. (Yes, he drinks. The only reason he acts like he’s against it is because you’re underaged.) after sitting through the entire talk someone finally gets him off your back.

I hope you enjoyed this!!! 💕🍻🥂

[smalls-words]

You Are Not Filthy

Summary: When Kara Danvers, aka Supergirl, has been exposed to Red Kryptonite, the DEO pulls out all the stops to bring her back. Including you. 

Pairing: Mom!Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Daughter!Reader (Reader is child of Mon-El and Kara, so Half-Kryptonian and Half-Daxamite), J’onn J’onzz x Reader (Godfather), Alex Danvers x Reader (Aunt), Lena Luthor x Reader (Mentioned)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Gunfire, explosions, broken limbs, blood, talks about being filthy because of genetics.

Requested: yes/NO

A/N: This was written with fem!reader. Translations are either within speech directly afterwards and/or implied by another person. This is also my first ever posted fic, so please be kind and send in a request if you’d like!

Words: 1,338

The streets of National City wailed in fear as police officers and civilians scrambled to get away from the destructive Kryptonian. Her heat vision lasered through a police cruiser, causing it to explode, before three black SUVs pulled up. 

Soldiers exited from all three, firing round after round towards her chest but none of them pierced her bulletproof flesh. Another SUV pulled up and out came Director J’onn J’onzz, Deputy Director Alex Danvers and a specialised shotgun in her hand as it warmed up to fire.

However, before she could, the Kryptonian flew past and disarmed all of the agents, twirling Alex around to slam her arm into the car and break it. She slumped to the ground, laboured breathing creating mist in front of her, and an evil chuckle came from her poisoned sister.

“Classic Alex… Always on time to ruin the fun.” 

“Supergirl… I wanna help you.” Alex whimpered, still holding her arm against her chest whilst she shook in fear. 

“Supergirl! Please!” 

“Doesn’t look like help to me.” Supergirl glared at the shotgun that had skidded out of Alex’s reach.

“NO!” J’onn charged towards the Kryptonian to defend the woman he considered his daughter, but Supergirl simply batted him away and he was thrown into a metal light pole. 

“No! Please… you have to stop!” Alex begged her, but Supergirl’s cheeks glistened with red veins and her eyes turned bright yellow with heat. 

“Nothing on Earth can stop me.” She spat, a malevolent pride in her words.

“You don’t wanna kill me…” The brunette whimpered, closing her eyes as she prepared to face death.

“Nahzhgehn i shesur! (Become your inner self!)” A voice boomed in Kryptonese from behind Supergirl, the heat radiating from her eyes coming to a stop.

“That’s what you taught me, ieiu (mother). Become your inner self and you will soar amongst the people of Earth.”

She slowly turned around to face you, only to cackle with laughter. “You? You think you can stop me? You’re a pathetic little half-breed. Your kind need to be put in their place.” 

“Then do it.” You dared, confusing Supergirl. 

“If you want to conquer the earth, you have to strike me down and break me until I can’t be broken anymore. We both know that you will have to kill me to win, because you taught me to fight back, even when my body screams to give up.” 

You opened your arms in a daring but vulnerable move, exposing your chest to Supergirl and a small hint of fear hid behind your grinning eyes. 

“Y/N, don’t!” Alex called out in pain, wincing from her arm whilst Supergirl took her chance. 

She flew towards you and gripped you by the neck, but your quick movements kicked her back into an SUV, shattering the glass windows. 

“Come on! Remember me, Ieiu!” 

“I am not your mother, filthy half-breed!” She spat, her heat vision colliding with your chest and knocking you back. 

“No? Well then, how about I give you a reminder?!” You tackled Kara and shot into the air, your battle carrying to the skies. 

You didn’t want to hurt her, but by not fighting her, you were getting beaten up yourself. Heat vision eventually began to sear your skin, punches eventually causing bruises, and you crash-landed into the road below, a crater forming beneath you.

Kara landed on the edge of it, her vision tunnelling to focus on you whilst Alex shuffled to grab her gun from before. You stood slowly, right leg clearly disfigured, and you spat out a gob of blood.

“I am Y/N Zor-El, heir to the throne of Daxam and the High Council of Krypton. I am the piece to unite the destroyed cultures, and you are my mother. Which means that I have no pleasure in doing this.” 

Alex threw the gun to you and you shot Kara in the chest, the red beam diminishing the levels of Red Kryptonite in her body until there was nothing left. You stumbled as the heavy gun weighed you down, your vision blurring whilst Alex called for a sun grenade as you fell into the darkness.

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As the light of the infirmary ward began to return to Kara’s vision, she remained as still as a statue. Her memories were slowly coming back, a side effect of the Red Kryptonite she was exposed to, and her heart shattered as she saw nothing but fear.

“Did I kill anyone?” She murmured to the heartbeat by her side.

“No. No, you didn’t kill anyone.” Alex answered, noticing the defeat in her shuddering torso. 

“It was so horrible, Alex. It was so bad. It was… so horrible. Every bad thought I've ever had, it just… came to the surface.” Kara sobbed profusely as she observed Alex’s broken arm.

“I couldn't stop it. I didn't mean it… I didn't mean what I said to you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for what I said.” 

“Kara… you’re my sister. And I love you. No matter what, yeah?” Alex cooed as she brushed a tear away from Kara’s face.

“Where… Where’s Y/N?” Kara realised, struggling to sit up.

“Kara-”

“Where’s my child?” She whimpered, scrambling to her feet as she sped out of the door. 

“Where is she?! Where’s my baby?!” 

“Over here, Mom.” She heard your coughing voice echo in her eardrums and she sped to find the sound, tears already pouring down her cheeks by the time she entered the smaller infirmary room. 

“You’re…” Her hands cupped her nose and pressed against the corners of her eyes to fail at stopping more tears.

Your arm was raised in the air by a hanging contraption that held your left shoulder in place whilst your hand was bandaged thoroughly, your right eye black and bruised as your skin slowly healed over a few burns and your lower body was hidden by a warm blanket.

“I’ll be okay, Mom.” You murmured as she walked slowly towards you, her hands shaking.

Kara slumped into the chair beside your bed and her head fell into her hands, her face screwed into pain and guilt as a sob broke through her closed-up throat.

“I did this… I hurt you. I hurt my baby.” She whispered, wishing that she could take it all back but she knew in her heart that she would have felt the same guilt for not saving those students from a fire in their school.

They reminded her of you.

“Mom…” You offered your other hand and Kara took it swiftly, kissing it as she apologised countless times.

“I’ll be okay. I have you, Auntie Alex, J’onn, Lena… but there was some truth to what you said. I am a half-breed.” 

“But you are not filthy.” Kara whimpered, her bottom lip quivering as she kissed your forehead, treating you like you were made of porcelain. 

“You are beautiful, and kind, and strong, and I am so... proud to call you my daughter.” 

Tears brewed in your eyes as you listened to Kara, your mind brewing worry as she moved to stand. 

“I’ll, uh… I’ll go and get some sun lamps.” 

“You can do that later. Just… be with me, please?” You offered your hand again.

“Of course, inah (daughter).” Kara chuckled tearily as she sat back down, taking your hand softly once more and rubbing her thumb up and down the back of your palm.

It was moments like this that she saw your father in you - the kindness in your smile, the knowing look in your eyes, and the reassurance in your words that you would love her unconditionally, just as she felt for you.

“Thank you, ieiu (mother).” You whispered, shuffling over on the bed so that you could rest your throbbing head on her shoulders and fall into a peaceful sleep, not hearing your mother’s whisper. 

“I promised to protect you, and I failed. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She kissed your resting forehead once more before crying herself to sleep, hoping that she could rebuild what that promise meant.

[dreamersdreamloud]

The Duke & I

Duke Reader x Lena Luthor 

*loosely based on the tv series* 

Warnings:  Reader's tough past with their father , gender bending, and disowner-ship

Characters: 

The Queen - Cat Grant 

Lady Danbury (because why not.) 

The Luthors (Elite social family) 

Lady Lillian Luthor

Lord Lex Luthor 

Lena Luthor

The Danvers (Elite social family) 

Lady Eliza Danvers 

Lord Alex Danvers 

Kara Danvers 

The Arias 

Lady Patricia Arias - Aunt 

Samantha Arias 

Ruby Arias - Sam’s sister 

The Olsens 

Marcus Olsen - Father

Sarah Olsen - Mother 

James Olsen 

Kelly Olsen 

Other Characters: 

Count J’onn J’onzz 

Countess M’gann M'orzz 

Lord Kate Kane 

Lord Jack Spheer 

Lord Morgan Edge 

Lord Maxwell Lord 

Nia Nal 

Andrea Rojas 

Sir Russell 

Sir Brainiac “Brainy”

Sir William Dey 

Sir Mon-el/Mike Gand 

Sir Winslow "Winn" Schott Jr.

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It was a dark stormy evening. The weather has been nothing but gloom and showers for endless hours. Today was no ordinary day in the (Y/L/N)’s Estate, the Cleyvdon castle was much more than just water dripping from the skies across, a woman’s pants and screams can be heard from the inside. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), the Duke of Hastings, has been notified right away that his duchess is due for birth. 

The Duke and Lady Danbury, a woman who was very close to the duchess, had rushed inside his wife’s confinement room. The duchess screamed in pain once more, ready to push their shared baby. It was not the first time that this woman has gone through this process. The duke and duchess were not blessed enough to produce an heir right away unlike other elite families in the country of England. The couple have been trying to conceive throughout their 15 years of marriage. After two failed pregnancies and two stillbirth babies buried, your father’s exasperations had met its limit. The duke went to London for a weekend to go hunt for the most highly respected and intelligent physician to help conceive a son. A son he dreams to help carry on his legacy. Your father handsomely paid the physician to quit his practice and temporarily live with the duke and duchess to complete his given task.  

It took three months for the duchess to become pregnant again. Your mother was well taken care of during the pregnancy. Her most trusted maid and nurse would follow her around, Lady Danbury keeping her company, and the hired physician makes a visit everyday. The duke was very eager to have a son soon in his shadows and thinks about how the dukedom would remain the next decades in (Y/L/N) hands. 

It was time. The duchess screams in pain once more but much more frequent. The nurses and maids tried their best to comfort the woman as well as the doctor. It was a moment of truth, the Duke paces around the room and the doctor directed the duchess to start pushing. The head came out first then the shoulders. From the looks of the baby, it looks too far being a boy but when the remaining body comes out, the discovery was astonishing. The duchess have given birth to a intersex baby. 

The Duke was devastated to not have a true son. He blames God for not giving him a child he wishes to raise for his own sake but he’ll deal with what he has. The nurses, maids, and the physician speculate the duke who’s holding his baby in his arms. Lady Danbury looks at the man while still trying to confront your weak mother. The duchess fell in love with her baby the moment you came out, she was overjoyed to see that she has birthed a healthy one despite the discovery of the mixed gender.

The duchess silently praises your being and hopes for the very best for you in the coming years. She continued to bleed until she became unconscious. She slipped away just moments later as she saw Duke hold her baby in his arms. 

Lady Danbury weeps quietly into your mother’s unresponsive body. The duke mourned as well. The rest of the people in the room stayed quiet. He looks down on his prized possession. 

“You are a (Y/L/N). If God was willing to give a child but not a son. I will make you into a son.” He declares. 

Lady Danbury and the rest of the people in the room grew worried for the baby and hoped to God that you’ll be alright without your beloved mother. 

***

The duke did not bother to raise you in the early years of your childhood. He simply had better things to do then to stay in one place to take care of your small form. He handed you off to a trusted nanny and surrounded you with maids while Lady Danbury supervised. Your father had gone off to London to work on his duties at the mighty Duke of Hastings. 

By age 3, when you finally started to have a sense of talk and knowledge, your father decided to come back to the Hastings residence to start your duke education. It was better to start early than later. He bought you a pony, a custom made gun for hunting activities, and lines of tutors for every subject that England has to offer. 

You were a very bright child but had issues behaving a certain way. When your feminine features were starting to show, your father hired stylists and dressers to maintain a boyish look to continue looking for the son has made. They would constantly trim your hair cut short and force you to wear binders to compress the growing breast. You wore the finest clothes that only rich men would wear, to impress the elite and common people. It was aggravating as time went on. You never fully understood why you did this but your father keeps insisting that you are a man and will continue to be his son. 

You never relax around your father. He would belittle you, point out your mistakes every time he sees you. You knew how important it is to him to become the next duke in line despite you being a intersex. When you went to private school in your early teen years, you heard about females becoming lords. It was unheard before since lords are only meant for males who own property or have become the head of their family if their father has passed. 

You told your father about these talks but immediately shut you down for your nonsense liberal topics. You simply let it go and continued to be your father’s puppet and endlessly dream how it could have been different if your birth mother were still alive. In the on going years of your studies and resuming to excel in almost every subject, you befriend a man named Lex Luthor. He was equally bright as you but tends to be on a more reckless side of certain matters. 

Lex became your best guy friend. You told me about yourself that many do not know which made you two closer. He was a supportive brother to you. Helping you get around and taught you how to be a “man.” To live freely. To act foolish when your father is not around. It was splendid. Lex helped you build confidence to woo a few women, experience them in their most utter beautiful form. 

Eventually, your father found out about your reckless acts. He brought you into his library and lectured you for hours. The maids and butlers were just outside, listening to your father belittle you once again. They felt saddened for you. You had enough. 

“I don’t understand you, father! You told me to man up yet you scold me for my way of living. Since I am a “man” I am allowed to experience myself with women. Go out and socialize with my colleagues!” 

“You are no man! You are a damn woman with a man’s genitals! I have told you to just focus on your studies and your training as a duke!” 

“Yet you still label me as your son?!” 

There was silence between the two of you. Your father thinks and never thought he would say it. 

“You’re right. I shouldn’t call you my son. You’re not my son nor a child of mine. You are an unforbidden creation from God which I wish to not hold any longer in my estate! You are to leave at once and never come back!” 

Tears nearly fell from your eyes. You left immediately without looking back. You made your way to the yard and saddled up to your horse. The evening skies were dark gloomy and threatened to rain any moment. You didn’t give a damn and made your escape. Not looking back, you knew a safe place to stay that only one person knows where to find you. 

*** 

Lady Danbury heard every single word through the heated exchange of words from your father and you. She aches for your struggles and your feeling of being unwanted. She watched you from afar, seeing you achieve so much within these past years. For her, she saw that you were turning out fine as a gentleman. She was amazed how you were able to keep up your act as a man. 

She was shattered and can’t believe that the Duke has disowned you. It was his loss. Lady Danbury wanted to go after you and convince you to stay but she knew it wasn’t the best option. She’ll have to deal with the Duke with your absence. Hopefully she will help you succeed in life. 

[supercorpkid]

Mind Controlled – The Series.

Part 3 – Make it stop, please.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Lex Luthor x Niece!Reader, Lillian Luthor x Granddaughter!Reader.

Word count: 2340.

Warning: Injuries, violence, pain, angst. Very graphic.

Previously on the series - part 1, part 2

You don’t know for how long you’re shut out from the world. Probably a few hours, but there’s no way to know for sure. Your body aches for destruction. Lex asked you to show National City your worst side, but you haven’t shown them all. You only showed your family, so you can’t calm down.

There’s a relentless inhumane feeling cursing through your veins. You keep hearing Lex’s voice saying ‘my bösewicht’, like he is calling you back to the world. You don’t know how it’s possible, but it is.

The glass turns back to translucent again, and you look at Alex on the other side. You tilt your head at her, trying to look scary. She laughs.

“You can stop the madwoman act.” Alex types something on the screen next to the door, and goes inside, putting you back in the handcuffs that strips you off of your powers. “Don’t try anything funny, I’m very low on patience when it comes to you, dear niece.”

“I can tell you the same.” You sass back.

“Oh.” Alex takes something from her pocket. “That reminds me.” She puts a metal thing over your mouth, that immediately turns into a gag, covering half of your face. “No more talking back. We’re full of your shit.”

Alex places her hand on your arm, cuffed in front of your body, gripping strongly and guiding you through a few corridors and rooms. You finally arrive at where Lena and Brainy are, and she sits you on a chair, tying you in it with leather strips over your ribcage. A red sun lamp is quickly turned on, and if you weren’t gagged you would laugh. That’s a lot of precaution for someone she claims not being scared of.

Lena comes closer and studies you for a second. She cups your face and gives you a soft smile. It makes you sick.

“This is for your own good, babygirl.” She connects some wires to your head. Looks back at Brainy with an affirmative nod. He presses a few buttons, types some things, you feel an electric current cursing through your veins and you’re out.

When you wake up, you’re still tied to the chair. Same wires on your head, no more gag on. It takes you a while to focus your eyes back, but you look at Lena in front of you.

“Who’s behind this?” She asks and you blink twice slowly. “We know you’re being mind controlled, tell us by whom.”

“Never.” You growl. “I’m not being controlled, I’m free from your leash. Why can’t you accept that?”

“Because it’s simply not true.” Lena mutters. “It doesn’t matter who did it, we know how to stop it.” She says looking at Brainy, Alex and Kara on the other side of the room. “But if you tell us who did it, Supergirl can go pay them a visit.”

“You say you love me every night, mom.” You look at Kara right after, daring her to come closer. “You too, momma.”

“We love you, baby.” Kara answers, coming closer, and you give a side smile at that.

“How can you love me, when you only love the good side of me?” You look at them both, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “How can you claim this is true love when you can’t love my bad side?”

“This isn’t your bad side, my love.” Is Kara’s hand that goes to your shoulder first, but Lena’s hand follows right after, on the other side.

“Do you actually believe none of this is me?” You scoff when they agree with their head. “You’re very naïve to believe this is all Lex.”

“Lex!” Kara barks, and you bite your tongue angry with yourself. Oh no, things are actually starting to look bad for you.

“Do it, Alex.” Lena turns back to your aunt. “NOW!”

There’s a stronger shock wave hitting your brain this time. Everything becomes loud, and confusing and painful. It’s excruciating.

“MOMMY, THIS IS HURTING ME. PLEASE STOP. PLEASE!” You yell, trying to get out from your cuffs. Struggling out of the chair with all the strength left in you. Why are they doing this? “Mommy, make it stop.”

It does. The pain and the noise stop. All messy thoughts overpowered by someone else.

“Kid, can you hear me?” Kara asks, holding your face with both hands. You whimper snapping your eyes wide open.

“Get your hands off me, Supergirl.” You add a scorn to her name. She lets go of your face.

“Alex, one more time.” Lena says again, and your eyes widen at the thought of that.

“I’ve always known you hated me.” You yell at her, and before there’s any answer another shock wave hits your brain again.

And if you thought the first one was bad, this one makes your eyes roll back into your skull, tears fall from your face without your control. Your scream is so loud, the entire DEO probably heard you.

“YOU’RE KILLING ME! WHY ARE YOU KILLING ME?” You yell, with whatever voice you have left. Fully sobbing, twisting and turning in your seat, neck veins about to explode.

“STOP! STOP!” Kara yells for Alex behind her. “You’re gonna kill her!”

The pain stops. You grunt, and growl, saliva dripping from your mouth like an angry dog. Your palms are full of blood again, nails digging in the same open cuts from hours ago. You gasp for air, eyes unable to focus on anything.

“Mommy, they’re hurting me.” You manage to say, throat hurting from all the scream. Black spots are consuming your sight and it feels like you’re going to pass out. You feel light-headed from the blinding pain. “Make it stop, please.”

“You’re ok, baby. Mommy is here. I’ve got you.” You hear Kara’s words, and you feel the leather strips easing up from your raw flesh.

“Kara, wait.” Lena asks, and you close your eyes. Vision goes dark, and the pain goes away.

“NO, NO, NO!” You yell more to yourself than to anyone else.

All messy thoughts overpowered by someone else.

“GO ON.” You try to yell, but your voice doesn’t get loud anymore. It’s just a very high-pitched whisper. “Give in, Lena. Kill a kryptonian. Give in to your Luthor side, we’ve always known you would.”

“Shit!” Lena slaps her hands on her tights and stands up.

“Go ahead, kill me.” You raise an eyebrow defiant.

“One more time.” She looks at Alex and Brainy.

“LENA!” Kara yells, and you see Alex getting away from the lever she was pulling.

“I can’t, Lena. I won’t.” Alex raises her hands, and shakes her head in denial. “It’s too much, we don’t know the possible outcome.”

“I know!” Lena screams. “It will bring my daughter back! You saw her, she was here. I need to get her back!”

“I won’t do it.” Alex walks out of the room, Brainy leaving right behind her.

“Fine! I’ll do it myself!” Lena walks to where they were, but Kara yells before she pulls the lever.

“You're hurting her!” Kara studies your expression. You might have a bitchy grin on your face, but you know you probably look like a wreck. “You’re not hurting Lex! You’re hurting my daughter.”

“She’s my daughter too!” Lena yells back.

“I can’t let you do that again.” Kara pulls the wires connected to your head, all at once. And that leaves a sting everywhere. “I can’t let you pull that lever again.”

“Kara, I know what I’m doing.”

Kara turns off the red sun lamp, she looks at Lena.

“That might be true, but I can’t risk my daughter’s life while you fight your brother and your old demons.” Kara pulls the chair off the floor, picking it and you up, and walking towards the direction of your cell. “I can’t let you near her, Lena. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“You can’t do that!” Lena growls following you both. You grin, satisfied with them tearing each other apart without you having to say a word. “I didn’t do that when you hurt her, or did you forget?”

“I will never forget that!” Kara yells, her voice stronger than you’ve ever heard. Like thunder shaking the whole place. “But I was exposed to red kryptonite! What is your excuse for this destructive behavior?”

“Kara.” Lena uses her most serious tone. “I know what I’m doing. I would never hurt my child. If you can’t believe me, then we have a serious problem.”

“I believe your judgment is clouded by the anger you’re feeling towards your brother.” Kara breathes deep, still walking. “I believe you want to do good. But it’s my daughter’s life and I’m sorry, but I can’t risk it. We have to find another way.”

“Stop saying she is your daughter! She’s my daughter too!” Lena’s voice also rumbles throughout the place. “You have no right to do this.”

“I’m sorry.” Kara repeats carrying you away.

“If you keep me away from her-” Lena stops walking, falling a little behind. Kara stops moving and she looks behind to where Lena is. “You’re keeping me away from you too.”

There’s no answer. At least not a verbal one. But when your chair keeps moving farther away from Lena, you know what Kara’s answer is. And Lena knows it too.

And you can’t help but feel like you’ve won.

You’re back at your cell, but they haven’t shut you off again. You hear Kara and Alex talking on the other side. You feel a shiver down your spine when you hear Lex’s name, and that Lena and Lillian are paying him a visit.

And paying a visit to you, is J’onn J’onzz himself. Examining you from the other side of the glass.

“Kara, I can’t confirm to you this won’t erase all of her memories from this episode.” You hear his strong voice. “If she’s being controlled, none of the thoughts were hers in the first place. Which means she can’t retain them.”

“Let it.” Kara crosses her arms and looks at Alex nodding once, like telling her to open the cell. “I rather have her forget all the pain she has lived today, anyway.”

“Very well.” He sits in front of you. You’re still cuffed, tied to the chair Kara so gently broke off from the floor. “Excuse me, Superkid.”

It feels strange having two people fighting for space inside your mind. Actually, three. Because you’re still there somewhere. But you’re not fighting them. You’re just letting them do whatever they want, as a weak-minded person would.

You open your eyes and you don’t see the DEO cell you were in, but rather a prison cell. Lena and Lillian on the other side, two guns pointed at your head.

“Mother, you rather defend an alien than your son?” You hear words, like they’ve left your mouth, but it isn’t your voice, it’s Lex’s.

“She is family, Lex.”

“She is kryptonian.” You/Lex spits with disgust in his voice.

“She is my granddaughter!” Lillian speaks louder, the closest thing to a scream you’ve ever heard leaving her mouth. “Stop this nonsense, or I’ll put a bullet through your head. And if you come back to life, I’ll do it again. I’ll pull the trigger as many times as I have to, to protect her.”

“You’ve fallen for her charm too.” You/Lex hisses. “Pathetic.”

“Stop this now!” It’s Lena’s voice that comes louder. “Let her go, or I’ll kill you again with no regrets.”

And then nothing. Not a single thought. No voice. Nothing aside from an empty void in your head.

You blink your eyes slowly, raising your head, that falls back to the chair behind you without your control. You try to scratch your eyes, but you can’t move. You whimper and finally open your eyes.

“What is going on?” You look down on yourself and around to where you are. J’onn is in front of you, Kara and Alex on your left side. There’s a strong feeling that something is wrong, when you realize you’re in a DEO cell, but you don’t know what’s going on. “Mommy, what did I do?”

“Baby.” Kara unties the strips that were holding you still in the chair. Your body collapses forward, no strength left in you to stop it. Kara holds you before you fall face first on the floor, and Alex lets you out of your cuffs. “You’re ok.”

“Why was I tied up?” You ask, scratching your eyes, like you wanted so much, to help you focus, but all you see is red, so you look at your hands and see blood everywhere. “Oh no, please tell me this is mine. Please tell me this is my blood!”

“It’s yours, it’s yours, baby.” Kara rushes to reassure you. She sits on the floor and pulls you into her lap, holding you gently. Alex and J’onn quickly disappear, and you’re left alone with her. She cleans your face; her hand becomes bloody after it. She kisses your forehead and whispers. “It’s over, it’s over baby. Mommy is here.”

“I’m sorry.” You beg, eyes full of tears. “Whatever I’ve done, I’m sorry.”

“I know, my baby. I know.” Kara keeps kissing your head. You look at the cuts on your wrist where the handcuff was, and the blood staining your super suit, still leaving from the open cuts you feel on your ribcage. You look around, at the blood marks on the glass, and you weep.

“Mommy, please tell me I didn’t-Did I-Did I kill someone?” You stutter, scared of her answer.

“You didn’t kill anyone, little one.” She kisses your forehead. “It’s over. Stop thinking about it, ok? Let’s get you home so you can clean up, and rest a little.” She sighs, like she’s painfully tired. “It’s been a really long night.”

You don’t remember anything from your night, but your body aches so hard and your heart feels so heavy in your chest; you believe her. It was a long night, indeed.

[logancreatesworlds]

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

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

Disclaimer:  None of the images are mine.

Warnings: Cursing, sexual references and sex.

Aliens are a funny bunch.

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

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

It was humbling.

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

You couldn’t understand why.

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

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

First, it was the Supergirl, the kryptonian.

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me.”

You looked up.

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

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

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

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

“Me?  Sure.”

Lastly, it was the Martian.

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

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

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

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

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

He was not to be fucked with.

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

“Nice to meet you.”

“Please, sit.”

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

But things were different with him.  He was different. 

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

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

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

‘What in the hell?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, the light was flipped on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mars.”

A Martian.  Wow.  

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

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

To your surprise, the Martian started laughing.

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

“Used to be...?”

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

“Oh.  I’m so sorry,” you said.

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

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

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

The Martian laughed again, “Perhaps not.”

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

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

“J’onn J’onzz...hi.”

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

“Oh um...sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was - quite literally, anticlimactic.

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

Dammit.

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

You nodded, “Mhmm.  Yeah.  M’fine.”

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

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

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

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

A familiar tune played.

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

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

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

J’onn listened to the lyrics.

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

It was then that everything came together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J’onn was a simple man.  He liked it.

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

“Oh?”

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

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

Opening it, you gasped.

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“What are you talking about?”

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

You sighed, “I can’t...”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing,” you answered.

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

You nodded.

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

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

“Elaborate,” J’onn said patiently.

“They involve...us - having sex.”

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

“What kind of sex?”

“The dirty kind.”

“How dirty?”

“Very dirty.”

“Give me details.”

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

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

Oh no, you had upset him.

“J’onn...?”

Another moment of of silence.

“Take off your clothes.”

You furrowed your brow, “What?”

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

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

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

“But-”

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

You nodded and practically ran to the bedroom.

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

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

“J’onn, what are you-”

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

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

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

“Or what?”

“Or you will face the punishment.”

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

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

“Since January.”

“Good.  You answered honestly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your lip was damn near bleeding now...

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

A second passed, and then - 

SCHLUKK!

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

“You wanna taste too?”

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

“Yes,” you said, turning back around.

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy.”

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

“Yes daddy.”

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

“Yes daddy.”

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

“Yes daddy.”

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

“Good girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that -?”

“Mhmm.  Still wish to continue?”

You nodded, breathing as deeply as possible.

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

“For the love of God - YES.”

“Much better!”  J’onn shouted joyously.

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

He thrusted inside of you...

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

He rode you like a horse...

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

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

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

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

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

In front of the mirror...

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

Against the wall...

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

In the shower...

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

Even on the ceiling...

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

I bet you ride, yeah

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

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

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

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

“And I am a submissive.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s gorgeous!  Where’d you get it?”

“My man brought it for me.”

“Aww that’s so sweet.”

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

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

“Director,” you replied politely.

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

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

“Glamourous,” Henshaw commented, sipping his coffee.

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

“Or better yet...who did you do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grinned, “Can’t wait, daddy.”

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

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beautiful mind pt. 2 (18+, j'onn j'onzz x fem human reader)

⭓ here’s part two. read part one here. this content is not intended for minors. enjoy 👽

You don't have time to let your nerves get in the way, because J'onn is already kissing you as he eases both of you onto your nearly made bed, making your heart race in the best way. You had made sure to deep clean your room before inviting him back to you place, dusting areas you usually neglect, cleaning your windows inside and out even though it would be hard to tell since its evening time. You've been preparing for this, thinking about it and wanting it all to be perfect. And it does feel perfect, the way he's kissing you and running his hand down your side. his presence is all-encompassing, filling your head even before he enters it.

J'onn pulls away from the kiss, and looks down at you. "Are you ready?" He asks, reaching to caress your temple, itching for the connection he's so eagerly been anticipating.

"Yes." You whisper, taking a deep breath and calming your racing thoughts. Long, green fingers stroke the side of your face with a gentle touch as you feel a foreign sensation in your mind. Keeping your eyes fixated on his deep red ones, the sensation grows more intense, like there's someone else taking up space in your consciousness.

'Can you feel me?' J'onn asks.

"I do, I feel you." You reply, realizing only after you speak out loud that his mouth wasn't moving, and he was speaking directly into your mind.

J’onn grins. It's a different grin than you’re used too, since this is your first time seeing his true form. But you’re already growing fond of his Martian features. His hand trails down to cradle your neck, tangling in your hair just a little. ‘I feel you too.’

His lips brush against yours again, and you swear you can sense his own desire through the slowly strengthening connection with his mind.

‘You’re right. I do desire you. And I can feel your desire for me, too.’

You press your lips more firmly against his, lifting your head from your pillow just a little, his hand staying tangled in your hair. ‘I’m glad the feeling is mutual.’ You respond in your mind. The sensation is still a bit much as you get used to his mind-touch.

‘As if that were ever in doubt.’ J’onn chides back. The psychic connection allows you to banter with him as the two of you deepen the kiss, his large body pressing you firmly against your mattress.

Feeling excited, your hands travel up his back, lightly caressing his body and exploring the real him. J’onn has been nude since shifting into his true self, but you’re still wearing the black sweater and jeans you put on when getting ready for your date earlier. The layer of clothing starts to frustrate you as you get more and more worked up from how intensely J’onn is kissing you.

J’onn has kissed you before, this is hardly the first time the two of you have made out. But knowing where it’s leading is making you excited, and before you can even finish thinking about how much your sweater is annoying you, J’onn breaks the kiss and leans up off of you to help you remove it.

'Allow me.'

You blush, already forgotten that he can hear your thoughts. You allow him to help your sweater over your head, leaving your bra alone for now.

You feel self-conscious as J'onn drinks in your body, still partially clothed but apparently exciting him nonetheless.

'You are breathtaking.' He admits. And somehow, you believe him. You can sense the sincerity in his thoughts, you know his compliments are genuine. ‘Something we have in common.’ You think back with a sly grin.

J’onn rubs his hand down the side of your body slowly as he responds, ‘Not many earthlings would agree with you. There’s a reason why I so often assume my other form.’

Your brow furrows at his comment, feeling angry that anyone could ever think such a thing about the handsome alien on top of you. ’I’m sorry that you’ve encountered so many hateful humans. I’d say that we’re not all like that, but… most of us are. And even those who aren’t often don’t speak up when they see others being cruel.’

J’onn leans down once again, trapping your body between his strong, green arms, and kisses your collarbone slowly. ‘I believe humans have many redeeming qualities, enough to outweigh the bad. It’s why I do what I do. But I cannot deny how refreshing it feels, connecting with someone like you.’

‘Refreshing isn’t the word I’d use to describe this connection.’ You tell him, leaning back and reveling in how nice his lips feel against your skin.

‘No?’ J’onn asks, hesitating just a little. He can tell you’re enjoying yourself, he can literally feel it. But your comment plants a seed of worry.

‘No, it’s not strong enough. Exhilarating.’ You snake your arms up around his body, holding him closer to you. ‘Amazing, even.’

Relieved, he kisses and nips at your skin with just the right amount of pressure. His abilities give him an advantage, quickly being able to judge your reactions as he gets to know what you like. His mouth trails down, now kissing the tops of your breasts as they peek out from your bra.

‘If my mouth alone can bring you this much euphoria, I am eager to show you what else I can do.’ He says back telepathically.

You shiver under his touch, his thoughts getting you itching for more. ‘Do you…? I mean, I know you could, but how…? Is it, like, similar to how humans do it?’

You’re embarrassed at how scrambled your thoughts are as you try to ask if he has a dick or not. You’re not sure how to ask in a way that isn’t awkward, or even offensive. But surely, if there was ever an appropriate time to ask him such a question, it would be now, right?

‘Do not be embarrassed. It’s a fair question. One I’m happy to answer for you.’ J’onn shifts so he’s laying on his side next to you. One hand is stroking your hair, while the other rests on your stomach, rising and falling slightly with your breath. ‘There are many types of intimacy Martian lovers can share together. Not always with the goal of reproduction. Oftentimes, it’s for pleasure. And if that’s the case, I find there isn’t always a need for an additional appendage.’

His hand presses onto your stomach, slipping down under the waistband of your jeans. He unbuckles and unzips your fastenings right away, almost too quickly to makes sense. You look down towards where he’s touching you, and your eyes go wide when you see his hand morphing and flattening to snake down into your panties.

‘I think you’ll find I can be very accommodating to your preferences.’ You feel his fingers brush lightly against the wetness between your legs. ‘And I am eager to learn them all.’

‘J’onn, oh my god…’

With only the slightest pressure, he rubs small, slow circles over your clit. Your lips part in an almost-gasp at how electrifying his touch feels, and J’onn takes the opportunity to resume kissing you.

'You're sensitive, more so than other earth women.' J'onn comments, and you feel a slight pang of jealousy at the thought of him being with other women. You don't dwell on it though, knowing its not fair to be jealous of what's happened in the past. 'Forgive me. It is inappropriate for me to make such comparisons while we are together like this. But you don't need to be jealous. You are, by far, my favorite.'

You smile against his lips, squirming a little under his feather-light touch. Reaching up to trace the ridges on his neck, your lips continue to dance together in perfect sync. 'I’m glad. You're my favorite too, out of all the Martians I've been with.'

You expect him to be amused by your sarcasm, since he's knows that you've never been with an alien before. But J'onn pulls away from the kiss and looks down at your flushed face with a serious look, his fingers slowing.

'I'm the only Martian you'll ever be with.'

The vibe your getting from your connection turns a bit more serious for a moment, before J'onn apologizes once again.

'I... what I mean is, there aren't very many of my kind left.'

J'onn's thoughts wander to his brother, Ma'alefa'ak, and the tone of his thoughts turn almost angry. 'And I would burn them alive before I let them lay a finger on you.'

His sudden shift causes you to tense a little, and you run your hand up and down his neck lovingly in an attempt to diffuse the tension. 'Well, we don't have to think about that right now.' You reassure him, wiggling your hips a little to signal that you want him to continue. 'I'm not interested in anyone else. Earthing or Martian.'

Feeling you squirm causes him to look down at your body again, and he nods in agreement. 'We don't need to think about that... you're correct, I should be thinking about how to get you out of this clothing.'

'I can help with that.'

Relieved that he's not lingering on the topic, you lift your hips up off the bed and shimmy out of your jeans with his help, the clothing quickly tossed aside with your sweater. You reach for your underwear too, pulling them down your legs and kicking them off, all while the Martian observes you with wonder in his eyes. Before you can even settle your weight back onto the mattress, he's caressing your hips and leaning down to place warm kisses on your stomach.

'That feels so nice... your mouth feels so warm.' You're already wet from his attention so far, and having his mouth so close to where you want him the most is making you impatient. But he doesn't make you wait much longer, kissing down your abdomen and shifting down so his elongated head is between your legs. You can sense his eagerness as he takes in the sight of your pussy, marveling at the wetness gathered there.

'It pleases me to see your body already preparing itself for what I want to do to you.' His deep voice echo's in your mind and causes you to blush even deeper than you were before.

'I can't help it. You... I mean, I've been wanting to do this for a while.' You think back to him.

J'onn can feel your sincerity. And you can feel his confidence grow at your admission. 'Then, lets not wait any longer.' He closes his eyes as his tongue, which is longer and thinner than a human's, slowly laps at your clit, finally giving you at attention you're craving.

'Oh my- shit, J'onn, I... I...' You let out an audible whimper, smiling and leaning your head back on the pillow as he tastes you for the first time. Your reaction encourages him, easing away the last traces of nervousness he was feeling. His tongue morphs into a slightly different texture to experiment and see what other noises he can coax from you. He has the advantage, being able to hear your thoughts (or more accurately, lack of coherent thoughts) as he tests what you like the most. You extend your arm down towards him, unsure what your hand is reaching for, but before you can worry about it any, J'onn's hand finds yours, and his long fingers interlock with your own. His other hand is wrapped around your thigh, caressing your stomach and hip as he eats you out. It only adds to the steady heat building inside of you, but for some reason, you feel a nagging thought of insecurity at how exposed you are before him.

'You have no reason to feel insecure.' You hear him reassure you as his tongue rubs against your sensitive nub, sending tingles down your legs. 'Your body is beautiful.' He squeezes your hand a little, and uses his other to rub circles against your hip bone. 'Seeing you like this is arousing me.'

"F-fuck!" You cry out loud when he morphs his tongue to a slightly different shape and texture, which makes the friction feel that much sweeter. It makes it hard to remember what you were worried about just seconds ago.

'I think I found your sweet spot. Lets see how much you can handle.'

Moments later, the pace with which his tongue is moving against your wet skin increases, along with an increase of pressure, that has your legs quivering and your fingers clenching around his own. 'I... I can... ohhh fuck, y-yes, just like that...'

His unfiltered access to your thoughts would embarrass you if he wasn't making you feel so good, your thighs clenching around his head, biting your lip, feeling your body tense and relax as he brings you to life. His large red eyes are closed while savoring you and responding to your feedback, both audible and inaudible. It's like he already knows your body, even though you've never gone this far with him before today.

'So sensitive... I'll have to keep that in mind.' You can tell from the tone of his thoughts that he is pleased with himself, and rightfully so. After several minutes of his enthusiastic attention, your breathing gets shallower, your cheeks are more flushed, and your eyes are unfocused as you clench around nothing, grinding your pelvis against the aliens magic tongue and lips.

You groan out with a shudder, 'More... more, please, J'onn... I want more of you...'

As soon as your thoughts echo into his consciousness, J'onn is already responding. His tongue lowers to your entrance, licking up your wet skin slowly, savoring you. You can tell from your mind touch that he's enjoying your taste, an unexpected but welcome compliment. Feeling his textured tongue against your cunt has you reeling, more incoherent thoughts litter your mind and cause the Martian to smile against you as he slips it into your tight wet heat.

It’s even better than you imagined. He morphs and extends his tongue so it can reach all the way inside of you, lapping at your cervix and teasing your insides.

"Mmmmm.... oh..... fuck, how are you..." Your words come spilling out of your mouth, out of habit more than anything. You can't help it. The sensations you're feeling from him are making the tension in your lower abdomen build, causing you to squirm and write under him even more.

'Don't worry about the how, beautiful one. Just relax for me.'

No sex toy has ever given you the sensation's you're feeling now. No human has ever made you feel these feelings. You feel like you're ready to burst when J’onn’s tongue rubs against your g-spot, trying not to wiggle too much or throw off his rhythm. Just when you feel like your release is moments away, J'onn slows his attention, and removes his tongue so it can find its home back on your clit.

'Wha...? Why? I was close, J'onn, why did you stop?’ You whimper out loud as you ask him.

'I know you were.’ He looks up at you from between your legs, blinking his dark red eyes at you. ‘But I wish to delay your gratification, to make your climax more intense.'

You let go of his hand, untangling your fingers and looking down at him, running your hand along his cheek gently, blushing at how wet his smooth green skin is from eating you out.

'Not fair.' You whine, but you smile as you do, your mind racing with the realization that he's into edging. And with him being able to see into your mind, you're sure it makes him that much better at it, being able to read your thoughts and feel your emotions, able to tell when you're close and pulling away just in time.

He returns your grin with one of his own. 'You find the idea pleasurable as well.' Its not a question, but a statement.

'I do. But, I still don't know,' You prop yourself up onto your elbows, still flushed and frustrated from your almost-orgasm. 'How do I make you feel good? I don't want tonight to be all about me. I want it to be for both of us.'

'I will show you, beauty, in due time. I am in agreement that tonight should be for us both. But I must insist, ladies first.'

The hand that was tangled with yours moments ago moves between your legs, tracing your labia gently as his tongue finds its rhythm against your most sensitive spot once again.

You close your eyes, feeling your brain melting into mush when his long fingers prod at your entrance, slipping in easy with how much slick your body has produced already.

‘J’onn, please. I want… I want…’

‘I know what you want.’ He responds. His thoughts have a confident, almost proud tone. ‘You want me to fuck you with my fingers. You want to be full of me. Is that right?’

He asks, but he already knows. And it’s only confirmed at the wave of relief and affirmative thoughts that come spilling from your mind after his question.

He starts slow, with two fingers pumping in and out of you in tandem with the pace of his tongue. You clench around him, almost involuntarily, gripping his shoulders and humming in excitement.

‘That's it, beautiful, just let go… I’ve been looking forward to this. Many nights I’ve thought of you, wondering what you taste like, imagining the noises you’d make. You’re even sweeter than I’ve imagined.’

At the same time he shares this with you, your vision blurs, and you see brief flashes across your vision of yourself through J’onn’s eyes, starting with the first time he saw you. That and several other memories of the two of you play like a montage across your field of vision as he continues to pleasure you, showing you how he sees you. Your first date. Your first kiss. When he took you to the theater, seeing you in a floor length gown for the first time. More memories, all seen through his adoring eyes.

It’s a peculiar experience, you don’t quite look the way you expect yourself to. It’s different than how you look in the mirror, almost as if he's showing you a different person. You can feel the affection in his memories, the way he treasures you in his mind makes you feel warm inside, adding to the already intense sensations he’s giving you.

‘J’onn…’

‘I need you to understand how much I care for you. Your beauty, it extends beyond the physical, I want to know you better than any other being does.’

The warmth of his tongue massaging your clit, the soft squelching of his fingers sliding in and out of you, his thoughts and affection filling your mind, it’s all so intense, your eyes water slightly at how amazing he feels. You’re breathless, panting and clinging to him as he showers you with love and attention.

Just when you think it can’t get any better, his fingers start to morph and expand inside of you, growing larger, causing your body to stretch just a little to accept them. The added friction of being stretched sends a warm shiver down your legs and you shudder again at how good it all feels.

You try to stay off your impending climax, knowing he will slow down once you get close. But he interrupts that thought the moment it materializes in your brain.

‘Don’t worry about that. Just let yourself feel me. You’ll get your release eventually, beauty, that I promise you. Allow me to be in control. It will be worth your while.’

‘Fuck, J’onn, it… I… you… you feel… so good, it’s so good.’

‘Yes, I know. I can sense it from our connection. Your ecstasy is my own, I can feel all of you. Tell me, beautiful, do you trust me?’

‘Yes!’ You respond without hesitation, ‘With my life, J’onn, I… ohhh…’

Your thoughts quickly delve back into the incoherent, as he works his fingers just a little faster, adjusting the angle slightly to test what will make you squirm even more. You can feel his satisfaction at your responses, his own emotions and feelings spilling into your own, the line between his thoughts and your own becoming less and less defined.

J’onn takes his time with you. It’s clear he’s here for the journey just as much as the destination as he brings you to the brink of orgasm over and over, not allowing you to fully experience the sweet release, reducing you to a needy, babbling mess under him by the time he’s denied you a fourth time. You try to keep yourself from begging, but when the Martian finally pulls his mouth away from your sweet cunt to take in the state of you, you lose all shame.

‘J’onn, please, I can’t take much more, I need you, please, I want to cum.’

His dark red eyes twinkle with desire. Your begging for him has his pulse racing and his own lust clouding his mind. You can feel it, how badly he wants you. The unmistakable comfort of reciprocated feelings, to love and be loved in return.

‘Yes, you’ve waited long enough.’

J’onn adjusts his body so he’s on top of you, trailing kisses up your abdomen and nuzzling his face against your breasts, and you can sense that he wants your bra out of the way.

You attempt to reach behind you to unclasp it, but your body is trembling and weak from overstimulation, making it harder than it should be. It takes only a moment before strong green hands are assisting you, tossing your bra aside into the growing pile of clothing next to your bed.

He doesn’t hesitate to explore your naked chest, nuzzling his nose against your plush breasts, licking at and teasing your hard nipples, earning another deep shudder from you. Your hands run over the back of his otherworldly head, hoping he cannot hear how loudly your heart is beating.

J’onn’s excitement is palpable. You can taste it, feel it, feeding into and strengthening your own arousal. His alien tongue rubs against one nipple with his fingers teasing the other. You throw your head back against your pillow and let out a long, desperate moan, not caring how pathetic you sound. You’ve never felt so turned on in your life. You want him. You aren’t even sure how you want him, your messy mind briefly remembering him say how he doesn’t have need for another ‘appendage.’

‘It’s not a necessity. Not unless procreation is the goal.’ He responds to your frantic thoughts. ‘But just because it isn’t necessary, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy you in such a way. I can tell you crave more penetration.’

J’onn starts slowly grinding his hips into yours, allowing you to feel the bulge as it morphs between his legs. He abandons your chest to kiss your neck, rolling his hips into yours eagerly. He doesn’t enter you, not yet, but you can feel the hard, ribbed erection sliding over your body’s natural lubrication and teasing your sensitive clit.

Another pained whimper escapes your lips. ‘Please… please…’

‘Hearing you beg, it pleases me more than you know. Your patience will be rewarded.’ Another slow kiss is left of your neck before he sits up on his knees, allowing you to take in the sight of him, and what he’s been hiding from you.

Between his legs, where there was just smooth skin and muscle before, is your first look at Martian genitalia. It’s not completely different from a human male, but more… embellished. His shaft is long and ribbed with small ridges (much like the rest of his body), and it’s a shade or two darker than the rest of his green skin. It has a slight curve to it, and is thicker than any penis you’ve seen, but not excessively so. The tip is rounded and swollen, and you feel a rush of excitement, assuming you're the reason why there's a few small drops of liquid leaking out already. He has testicles as well, hanging low and heavy beneath his impressive erection. He doesn't have any pubic hair, but there isn't hair anywhere else on his body, either. You drink in the sight of him, wide-eyed, practically salivating in anticipation.

‘I could shift so it closer resembles what you’re used to, but I have a feeling you like what you see. Is my feeling correct?’ He asks, smirking at you, reveling in the lust and affection he sees in your watery eyes.

‘I want you, J’onn. The real you. Don’t change for me, you don’t have to.’

You surprise yourself by stringing together a coherent sentence. But it’s true, you’re itching to see what it feels like to have him inside of you. Not his fingers, but him. He’s bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, but it’s not too large that you’re nervous about it fitting. You don’t care if it’s uncomfortable at first, he’s got you so warmed up and wet that you’re sure you can make it work.

‘This is my natural size, but I can make myself smaller or larger according to your preferences. We can start smaller at first, as you get used to me.’

You barely register his thoughts, reaching out in wonder to touch him, curiosity killing you. The moment your hand wraps around his length, you feel his own thoughts become clouded like yours. You run your fingers over the ribbed shaft, biting your lip and imagining how good it will feel sliding in and out of you, him filling you up with his cum.

A low moan rumbles in his chest, and you quickly retract your hand, embarrassed that he heard that last thought.

‘No room for that, beautiful. There’s no embarrassment or shame between us. I won’t tolerate it.’ J’onn reaches down to stroke himself a few times, and positions himself on top of you once again. His hand is next to your head, holding himself up so he can kiss you without crushing you. His lips move slowly, giving you a taste of yourself as his alien tongue dances with your own, making another rush of heat creep into your cheeks.

He stills his mind for a moment before he enters you. You feel him check himself, scanning your mind for any hesitation or reluctance, making sure that the emotions he senses from you aren’t just a projection of his own.

‘You won’t find any.’ You reassure him, ‘I want you. Please… I don’t want to wait any longer. Make love to me, J’onn, I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to wait. I want you, I promise, please?’

Your begging spikes a fresh wave of lust in his body, you feel it almost as intensely as he does. This time he’s the one shuddering from arousal, and he bites at your lower lip in response.

‘Your words… your mind… turns me on even more than your body does.’ His hips shift forward slightly, meeting little resistance as he sinks his tip inside of your leaking pussy. ‘I could get lost here, with you, the sweet embrace of your consciousness is unlike any connection I’ve ever experienced.’

You can’t believe how eloquent his thoughts are when he’s this worked up. Your mind is mush at this point, fixated on how his cock is slowly filling you up and stretching you out, feeling every ridge and bump, massaging your already sensitive walls slowly as he sinks deeper with each gentle thrust.

An intense tingle travels up your spine. You’re unable to comprehend how surreal this is. When you first met J’onn, you felt drawn to him right away. But you never imaged he would feel the same, never imagined you’d be here with him like this, in your bed, your bodies and minds becoming one. It fills you with so much happiness, you feel as if you could burst, and with what little control you still have over your thoughts, you try to show him how he looks through your eyes, like he did for you just before.

J’onn’s expression softens when he realizes what you’re trying to do. He feels the happiness and excitement radiating from you mind, and it makes his chest swell with pride. He keeps your lips locked against his while you show him, all the times you’ve gazed at him longingly, admiring him from afar, suppressing your desire for him and trying to play it cool.

But your focus falters when he finally bottoms out inside of you. Your fingernails dig into his broad back, breaking the kiss and burying your face in his neck. ‘Holy shit, you.. it… fuck, J’onn, I..’

You move your lips, peppering slow, hungry kisses against his warm skin, trying to express with your body what your mind can’t articulate.

But he knows.

He feels it too.

Your ecstasy is his own. And his is yours. Two minds, connected and joined as one, mirroring your physical connection. He is everywhere. You feel him deep inside your body and your consciousness. And yet, you crave more. You want more of him. You long to know him deeper, to experience every part of him and appreciate all he is.

Your name is the only word that can be heard from J’onn’s mind. This is every bit as intense for him as it is for you, evident from his labored breathing and how strong his hold on you is.

You’re unsure how long the two of you stay like that, not yet moving, just allowing yourselves to grow used to the feeling of each other. But when J’onn finally withdraws his hips from yours, pulling out of you almost all the way, you’re more than ready.

'You feel... so divine... the way you squeeze me...'

His ribbed cock sinks back into you slowly, your slick dripping down onto your duvet. It isn’t like anything you’ve experienced before, better than any human man or dildo has ever felt. And as you ponder this, J’onn’s confidence grows ever stronger, and so does his pace.

With your face still buried against his neck, you nibble on his skin, temped to bite down to keep yourself from crying out in pleasure from how he's rubbing against all the right places inside of you. He's large enough that you're body is stretching to accommodate him, but not enough to be painful.

‘Y-You may bite, if you wish. You can scream, if you need to. Just don’t… don’t hold back.’

His thoughts are becoming less coherent and more like yours now. You bite on his neck, not nearly hard enough to break his impenetrable skin, but enough to provide you some relief.

J’onn finds it adorable, that you still refrain from biting too hard, as if you’re capable of hurting him.

‘Don’t hold back.’ He repeats. ‘P-please, beauty, you couldn’t make me bleed if you tried. Just… let go. It’s time I give you what you’ve been craving.’

His hips roll into yours faster, assaulting your g-spot with his ribbed cock over and over until you’re seeing stars. You whimper and moan, biting down hard into the strong muscles of his shoulder, clinging to him like he’s the only thing holding you down to this reality. You feel every inch of him, your pussy squeezing him and sucking him in like a vice.

Your bliss isn’t one-sided. J’onn, usually so composed and proper, is crumbling at how reactive you are to his affection, his breaths coming out uneven and broken, deep moans and grunts falling from his mouth as the two of you get utterly lost in each other.

You release his neck from your bite, moaning his name out loud over and over, echoing the thoughts in your mind. You're close. You’re close for the 5th time this evening, and it’s driving you absolutely feral with need. You're scared that he will pull away again, so you allow yourself to beg and hold him tight, wanting to ensure he won't make you wait anymore.

‘… fuck, J’onn, I’m close… please… let me cum, please let me finish, I need-’

‘I know what you need.’ He reassures you, pulling your face from his neck, guiding you to his lips again. ‘You’ve let me tease you and toy with you plenty, I won’t… won’t withhold your release from you any longer.’ He sounds strained, as if it’s taking great effort for him to make sense of his thoughts while he’s rutting into your tight warmth.

His trembling hand brushes your messy hair from your forehead, no longer in the sleek style you had it in at the start of your evening together. ‘If I may… let me just…’

His index finger taps at your temple, and your vision is blurred once again. But it’s different than how it was earlier, when he shared his vision of you. Now, your bedroom has disappeared completely, and is replaced with a beautiful starry sky, the milky way showing itself in all its glory. You no longer feel your bed beneath you. Instead, you feel as if you’re floating, suspended in deep space, nothing tangible around you except for your lover and the stars, which seem closer than you’ve ever seen them. J’onn’s arms wrap around your back, and he kisses you deeply, feeling you clench and spasm around him as your climax approaches.

‘Where the fuck… how… oh my gods, I can’t, it’s… oh, shit, J’onn!!’

He’s pulling out all the stops now, showing off his abilities to you in an attempt to make this experience even more memorable.

He’s close too. You can feel it. He’s holding out, waiting so he can experience his orgasm at the same time as you, struggling with it due to the lewd sounds of wet skin filling his ears, combined with your moans and breathy whimpers. But he keeps his pace consistent even, not wanting to soil this for you again.

It doesn’t take much longer. Your eyes water, blurring the immaculate expanse of stars above you. You feel your body release more dampness around his thick cock as he thrusts into you, legs wrapped around his waist and arms thrown around his neck. The tension that’s been building between your legs finally explodes. At the same time, a star explodes in the distance, bright, brilliant light shining and morphing the scene around you. It’s more intense than any climax you’ve experienced before. The pleasure trickles down your legs like warm honey, making you shake and convulse involuntarily. You yell out, breaking the kiss for a moment before J’onn swallows your cries of pleasure, moaning back into your mouth as his own body shivers.

Your internal muscles clamps down around him, causing his hips to stutter. ‘Thats it, yes… cum for me, yes!’ He tenses, and with a deep grunt, releases his seed deep inside of you, flexing his arms to hold you that much closer. ‘I… feel you, I see you, my beautiful… sweet, sweet lover.’ His hips twitch into yours, giving you a few more half-thrusts to help empty himself. Your name echoes in his mind as he stills, breathing heavily, reeling from the rush of both his orgasm and yours.

The Martian leans his large forehead against your own, pulling his lips from yours, exhaling slowly.

You feel like you’re in another dimension. You might as well be, with the scene he’s projecting around the two of you. The supernova is still happening out of the corner of your eye, brilliant colors and fantastic displays of energy playing out before you. Every cell of your body is alive with sensation, trembling and tingling, your muscles like jello under the Alien still inside you.

J’onn smiles, eyes still closed, keeping his arms around you and his arousal buried deep. You run your fingertips lightly over his back, absentmindedly, reeling and basking in the waves of pleasure still coursing through your body as your cunt clenches and spasms around him, hypersensitive and reactive to his slightest movement.

‘That was-’

‘Mind-blowing.’ you finish his thought for him, surprising yourself at how quickly you knew what he was going to say.

The two of you stay tangled like this, floating a few feet above your bed, J’onn still projecting the deep space view around the two of you, breathing deep and enjoying the closeness of both body and soul. He’s warm and feverish from his performance, and you’re covered is a light sheen of perspiration. You feel at peace. Safe, exhausted, and satisfied beyond what you thought was possible.

Your sentiments are reflected in J’onn’s mind as well, but neither of you put any more tangible thought to what you’re feeling right now. You’re both content with just existing here together. Eventually, he does lower the two of you back on to your bed, and allows the scene to fade, soon being replaced by your own dreams as you drift off with him still inside of you. He doesn’t break your psychic link. He keeps it, strong as ever, wanting nothing more than to spend the night basking in the warmth of your beautiful mind.

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It’s a Bird (Plot bunny/Preview)

My Writing Fandom: Arrow, Supergirl Characters: Laurel Lance, Kara Danvers, James Olsen, Alex Danvers, Winn Schott, J’onn J’onzz (Hank Henshaw), Eliza Danvers, Oliver Queen, John Diggle, Thea Queen, Quentin Lance, Damien Darhk, Cisco Ramon Summary: In a universe where another Kryptonian pod doesn't crash land to Earth, Supergirl and her friends receive a different otherworldly visitor; on a different world, Team Arrow loses one of their own, but not in a way that they can initially understand. Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Since this is a holiday weekend for me, I thought I'd treat you all to a plot bunny I had. I'm calling it a plot bunny because to continue it, I would need an interested beta reader who has actually seen seasons two of Supergirl and five of Arrow, which I have not. So, if this idea intrigues you, let me know and maybe we can work something out. I have a vague idea of certain plot points I want to move forward. The pairings as of now are listed as undecided because it could honestly go any direction at this point where I've left off in this first chapter. However, I will state that my interest in pairings that include characters I haven't actually watched anything of (i.e. Lena Luthor) would likely be small. Otherwise, feel free to weigh in. At any rate, I hope you enjoy this idea, and we'll see if anything else comes of it down the road. Thanks for reading, and let me know your thoughts! *Can also be read on my AO3*

It didn’t get much better than a night like this. Family and friends, along with the possibility of a new relationship she’d been longing for for months. Kara was still beaming ear to ear thanks to that.

But Supergirl didn’t get nights off for long. As she sat amongst the others, a distant sound caught her ear, rising in prominence until she couldn’t ignore it.

Kara looked up.

“Kara? What’s wrong?”

Everyone else had stopped talking, but she hardly noticed. She’d placed the sound. It was a scream, and of terror.

“Be right back.” She left James’ side and hurried out the door. There wasn’t time to change, so Kara took off straight into the sky.

It took her several precious minutes to find her target — judging by the volume of the scream, she had thought it closer. But at last Kara spotted it; a figure in black, falling fast. She put on a burst of speed to intercept, getting her arms around the person and continuing her flight at a gradually decreasing pace to ease out of the momentum of the fall.

Kara looked down at the woman, for it was a woman with long, blonde hair and a mask laid over her eyes. Her clothing was mostly leather, and there was some sort of stick or baton sitting in a holster on her thigh.

Kara’s brow furrowed. “Where did you come from?”

There was no answer; the woman must have passed out shortly before she had caught her.

She didn’t look injured otherwise, and Kara wasn’t sure what a hospital might think of the whole mask situation. More than that, though, if she turned this woman over to the authorities now, she might not find out just why she’d been plummeting through the air with no visible starting point or any plan at a landing.

Nothing for it then. Kara turned back for home, taking care to tuck the woman’s body in closer as she cleared the window. The others all turned around at her entrance, taking the sight in with varying degrees of surprise.

“Uh, Kara?” Winn took a half step forward. “Who’s your hot friend?”

“I’m not sure yet. She was falling through the air, but by the time I reached her, she’d fallen unconscious. I need somewhere to let her rest until she wakes up, and then we can ask.”

She shooed Alex and J’onn off the couch to make room, and the two of them exchanged a look.

“Kara, she’s wearing a mask,” her sister said.

“And she’s armed,” J’onn pointed out.

“Well, it’s not with kryptonite, so we should be fine.”

“Do we know who she is?” James motioned around his eyes. “Under the mask, I mean.”

Kara shrugged, then leaned over to lift the mask off the stranger — who was still a stranger. “Nope. Guess we’ll just have to ask her.”

“Kara, honey,” Eliza reached to touch her shoulder. “Are you sure you want that happening in your apartment?”

“Oh.” She looked around, then down at the sleeping stranger. Kara switched to her X-Ray vision for a moment. There was something puzzling about her throat, but otherwise… “Her physiology suggests human.”

Alex stepped up next to her and felt at the woman’s wrist and forehead. “Heart rate and temperature are consistent with one.”

“So the D.E.O. isn’t the right place for her, and she isn’t injured, so a hospital won’t take her.” Kara shrugged. “I don’t know where else this can happen.”

“Maybe if I have a look at her recent memories, it might give us a better idea of what we’re dealing with,” J’onn suggested.

Kara and Alex both moved back as he stepped forward, eyes glowing red. His brow furrowed, and a frown grew on his face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Alex asked.

“Her mind. It’s not strictly inaccessible, but it isn’t as open as a human’s should be. I’m only getting flashes of images that keep cutting out.”

“What, like the signal’s bad?” Winn asked.

“She was somewhere like a jail, I think. There were people in prison uniforms. And a man with white hair. Then there’s the falling. I can’t get much else.” J’onn blinked and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, J’onn,” She assures him. “So to all appearances she’s human, but something is interfering with your telepathy.”

“I can probably still use a psychic push to wake her up. It’ll get us those answers you want faster.”

Kara looked out at the others. She didn’t want to hand this woman over to an authority — there hadn’t even been a crime committed so far as she knew — but she also wanted her friends and family safe. Her eyes landed on James last, and he gave a single nod.

“It’s your call, Kara.” There was so much trust in his gaze, she nearly felt swept away.

But Kara collected herself and nodded. “Go ahead, J’onn.”

His eyes glowed once more, and on the couch the woman stirred. Her eyelids fluttered, and in the next instant she sat right up with a gasp, her arms flying out.

Kara caught them both.

“Easy, easy! You’re not in any danger.”

The woman looked up at her with green eyes. “Wha— Who are you?” Her eyes darted around the whole room, taking everyone in. “Where am I?”

“I’m Kara, and this is my apartment. Who are you?”

The woman stared at her like she’d asked something very odd despite repeating her own question. “The Black Canary?”

“Yeah, that’s not a name,” Winn remarked.

The Black Canary. Something about that name rang a bell, but Kara couldn’t seem to pin it down.

She was distracted as Black Canary tried to tug her arms from Kara’s grip, and she eased up to let her go.

“Wait. Am I not—?” She felt around her eyes where the mask had been sitting. “Oh no.”

“It’s cool, we still don’t know who you are,” Winn told her.

“Then this isn’t Star City?”

“Nope,” said James.

“I don’t think I know a Star City,” Eliza added. Everyone else shook their heads in agreement as well, leaving Black Canary looking very confused and distressed.

“If we’re going to help you, we need you to cooperate with us,” Alex said, her voice trending more toward the stern Agent Danvers than her big sister. “So who are you really?”

The woman drew in a breath. “My name is Dinah Laurel Lance, and I have no idea how I got here.”

—-

To say that Laurel felt lost was an understatement. She couldn’t even guess as to the sequence of events that had led her here.

She’d been at the prison with the others, fighting to get the riot under control. Then Andy had betrayed them. After she’d convinced John to give things a chance with his brother, she couldn’t think what he must be feeling — assuming he and the others were still out there, somewhere.

With his powers back, Darhk had frozen them all. He’d caught Oliver’s arrow and turned to her with it, and then—

The floor had vanished out from under her. That was the only way to explain it. She’d gone from standing in front of him to suddenly falling, and through air. How had that happened?

Laurel couldn’t remember much about that past the blind panic. She’d been screaming, and something about that... she cleared her throat. “Can I have some water?”

“Oh, yeah. Um, Eliza?” Kara asked. A woman who looked to be one of the two oldest in the group nodded and walked across the open floor of the room to a kitchenette area, getting a glass and filling it. Laurel accepted it with a nod of thanks and drank. One hand absently rubbed at her neck, but she froze as she realized something was missing.

Her Canary Cry choker was gone.

“Um, when I was found, was there a- a necklace on me? It had sort of a silver-colored piece on the front.”

Kara shook her head. “The only thing we touched was the mask.”

Laurel frowned. Maybe it had fallen off while she was falling? She couldn’t believe she’d lost it after all the effort Cisco had put into making and developing it. It also didn’t make her feel any better about being on her own amongst strangers in a totally different place from home.

And there was still the question of how she’d gotten from falling through the sky to a woman’s apartment. “How was I found?”

Kara’s eyes widened. “Oh. Uh, well…”

“It was Supergirl,” one of the men blurted. “She- she works with Alex and Hank, so I guess she thought they could help. So she dropped you off and took off just before you woke up.” He looked around at the others as if checking with them for confirmation.

“Supergirl?”

That got a lot of disbelieving looks.

“Well, yeah. Supergirl,” another man said. “National City’s resident hero? That’s where you are now, by the way.”

Laurel had never heard of a National City, much less the hero that protected it. “Is she new?”

“She’s been here a year,” Kara said. “Just about, anyway. No one’s counting. But, if you haven’t heard of her, you’ve probably heard of her cousin,” she added in a somewhat glum tone. “Superman?”

“Nope,” Laurel answered. “I don’t know any super-people. What do they do?” Were they metahumans like Barry and Cisco in Central or magic users like Mari?

“They save people,” the only unnamed woman in the room stated. Though maybe someone had called her Alex? “Supergirl also works with the D.E.O. The Department of Extranormal Operations, which handles extraterrestrials,” she added at Laurel’s raised eyebrow.

“Extraterrestrials.”

“Oh, come on, you have to have heard about aliens,” the first man said.

“The concept? Yes. Actual aliens? No.” As if it hadn’t been enough to learn that time travel was possible only a few short weeks ago. Laurel put her head in her hands.

“Um, well, Dinah—”

“It’s Laurel. I mean, I’m named after my mom, so everyone’s always used my middle name.”

“Okay, Laurel,” said Kara. “Maybe you just tell us everything you can remember up until your fall.”

“Well, it doesn’t make much sense. My team and I were trying to get a prison riot under control. Damien Darhk had orchestrated it, and he used a spy we had trusted to get his powers back. I thought he was going to kill me,” she admitted in a hushed tone. “But then, it was like the ground disappeared, and everything was really blue for a minute, and then I guess... I was here. Maybe Darhk did it? He, um, he has magic.”

“He does?” None of them seemed to look totally thrown by that.

Laurel nodded. “Yeah. Sorry, could I get all of your names?”

“Oh! Right,” Kara laughed. She gestured to the woman on her left. “Well, this is Alex. We’re sisters. That’s our mom, Eliza. And our friends Hank, Winn, and, um, James,” she said, her smile turning up just that bit brighter as she glanced at the last man.

“And you all know this Supergirl?”

There were various nods or sounds of assent.

“I mean, we’re not super close. Maybe Alex,” Winn said. “But she’s a hero, so, you know, we all love her.”

Kara was grinning quite widely at that, and if Laurel wasn’t mistaken, her chest had puffed out a little.

“You said you were part of a team fighting a prison riot,” Alex said. She looked at Laurel with her arms crossed over her chest. “But you wear a mask.”

“Yeah.” Laurel glanced down. “Some people, they call us heroes. There’s plenty of others who just see us as vigilantes. But we’re just people trying to help bring justice to a city that has trouble finding it on their own.”

“If you were in trouble back home, maybe we should lend you a phone so you can call your team,” James suggested.

“Yes, thank you.”

He passed her his, and she stood on just slightly unsteady feet to walk to the other end of the room as she dialed. She could see the others talking amongst themselves about her. Laurel didn’t know what to do about that. They’d helped rescue her, but they knew her identity.

An automated voice told her Thea’s number did not exist. Laurel frowned and tried again with the same result, then tried her father to get the same message again. The only other number she had memorized anymore was Ollie’s.

It rang and rang. Laurel held her breath, waiting for the familiar voice, something to ground herself, comfort her. Finally it was picked up. “Hello?”

It was a man’s voice, but not his. Laurel hesitated. “Hi. Um, could I speak to Oliver?”

“You must have the wrong number.”

She didn’t, but she also did not know this stranger. “Okay. Well, thank you.”

Laurel turned back to the group. “I couldn’t reach anyone.”

“They weren’t answering, or…” Winn began.

“Either their phones have been disconnected, or someone else has the number now.” Laurel shook her head. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m sure we can help you find them,” Eliza promised. Laurel tried to smile in gratitude, but she was still thrown by the lack of ability to contact her friends and family. What had happened? Where was she?

—-

He didn’t know what had happened. None of them did. He’d been forced to watch the whole thing, but Oliver couldn’t begin to explain it.

Darhk had had them all frozen once Andy had restored the last piece of the idol to him. Laurel had been the closest. Oliver’s last action had been firing an arrow, futilely, for Darhk had caught it. He’d turned back to Laurel.

“I want you to give your father a message from me. I want you to tell him—”

Yet just as he had moved to strike his blow, a...thing had opened up in the ground. A hole. A temporary one, but a hole.

Because Laurel had fallen through.

Her eyes had reflected a moment of shock and then terrible fear as she had dropped out of sight. Oliver had felt the yell of her name he could not voice rumble through his very bones.

The blue circle in the ground had disappeared, leaving the floor where she had once stood intact. Like she had never been there at all. Damien Darhk had paused, looking down at it.

“Well, that was odd.”

He didn’t know if it had been a break in Darhk’s concentration or just pure rage, but without any warning at all, Oliver had been able to move.

His fist had connected with Darhk’s face, and the man went tumbling to the ground. Oliver had hauled him back up and slammed him into the wall.

“What have you done? Where is she?”

“I’ve done nothing!” Darhk had claimed, one of his characteristic laughs on the end.

“Liar!”

Darhk’s eyes had glowed as he’d managed to get a hand raised up between them, yet Oliver’s arm had not stilled. His fist had connected. Again and again.

“How—” the man had coughed.

“Bring her back!”

“Oliver!”

John had caught his arm before he could land another blow, and Darhk had slowly slid to the ground, his eyes drooping shut and his breathing heavy.

“You’re gonna kill him if you keep that up,” John had muttered. “And whatever happened, it wasn’t him.”

But if it wasn’t… “She’s gone, John.” His voice had trembled. Oliver had looked around, his view and his standing unsteady. His eyes had landed on the idol sitting on the table, and with barely a second thought, he’d swept it off to smash on the floor.

Andy had gone when he’d looked around, and Malcolm had moved to check on Thea. “Get away from her, Malcolm,” he’d snarled, making great strides to cut him off from his sister. Oliver had scooped her up into his arms.

Malcolm has calmly raised both hands. “Oliver, I swear I didn’t—”

“I don’t care. You’ve chosen your side.” How many times had Malcolm used and betrayed his family and friends? How many times had Laurel warned him?

He’d left the prison with John once the authorities arrived, some in ARGUS attire to cart Darhk away as he knew their secret. Back at the base, they’d set Thea on a medical cot and Oliver had dropped into one of the chairs by the computers.

He was sitting there even now, his head in his hands. Laurel had disappeared in some blue light, not of Darhk’s origin. But how could it have been anything other than magic? And where was she now? He refused to consider the idea that she might simply be nowhere. No, Laurel still had to be alive.

The elevator opened and Quentin Lance hurried out. Oliver’s heart jumped into his throat.

“I got your call,” he said to John. “Is Darhk still in custody?”

“He is. ARGUS took over it,” John said. “But that’s not everything that happened.”

“What do you mean?”

A groan from Thea’s cot interrupted them, and Oliver went to her bedside. “Hey, it’s okay. Careful sitting up.”

“Did we get him?” His sister asked groggily. Under better circumstances, it might have pulled a smile from him. Right now, the best he could manage was a nod.

“We did, yeah.”

“Where’s Laurel?”

Of course Thea would notice because of course Laurel would be there on the other side of the bed, holding his sister’s arm to keep her steady and checking her head for any bruise. If she were here.

He swallowed down a lump in his throat and looked from her to Lance. “We don’t know.”

Lance almost scoffed. “You don’t — what do you mean, you don’t know?”

“She disappeared, straight through the floor,” John replied, and without his helmet on Oliver could see how disturbed he looked by just the memory. “There was this blue light, and she was gone.”

“Gone where?” Lance stared at him, expecting something more when Oliver had nothing. “What- what floor were you on?”

Oliver shook his head. “She wasn’t in the prison. I’m sorry, Quentin.”

“But she’s not dead. I mean, she can’t be, right?” Thea asked, her eyes wide and afraid.

“We don’t know, Thea.” Oliver turned away. “We don’t know anything.”

The only thing they did know was that Laurel wasn’t here.

—-

Cisco sat up, an arm outstretched and a wordless cry on his lips. He stayed there for a moment, waiting for the harsh breaths he took to slow his heart rate down.

The same. For the seventh night in a row he had had the same dream. On some level, he felt it could be called a nightmare, but he just didn’t know why.

Nothing especially bad happened in it. It was just, there was a bird. A dead bird. And for some reason he always got a terrible sense of dread at the sight of it, building worse and worse with each successive night. This was the first time he’d woken up seemingly reaching for something, though.

He searched around on the bedside table for his phone, checking the time. It was an ungodly hour, of course. Why couldn’t his powers be the kind that let him sleep?

Cisco checked his messages and emails, then scrolled through the news app. Nothing of note, except a prison riot outside Starling City that had been fought by Team Arrow. At least he wasn’t the only one keeping late hours.

He set his phone aside again and rolled over with a sigh, closing his eyes and willing himself back to sleep.

For the first time in a week, the nightmare did not find him.

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If you got a Parking Ticket

Alex: hey kiddo do you need me to drive you to (y/f/sport) practice

You: no thank you, NCU isn’t that far and I don’t want you to make two round trips if it could be helped.

Alex: carpool also saves the environment

You: yeah but I don’t want you to wait for three hours. It’s game night tonight! *packing gear*

Alex: are you sure? There’s going to be traffic

You: that’s okay

Kelly: *walks in through the door* Are you leaving now?

You: *nods* Uh-huh

Kelly: *gives you her keys and hugs you* take my car.

Alex: *from kitchen* do you have your parking permit!

You: *holds up your phone* it’s on the back of my phone.

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You & 3 other friends: *walking to car* bye guys see you tomorrow! Get home safe

2 other friends: *gets in the car, starts the car and drives away*

(Y/Friends/n): *walking to her car, parked in front of yours and gasps* is that a ticket?

You: *pause, looks at the back of your phone* shit. My mom is going to kill me.

(Y/Friends/n): I’m so sorry

You: it’s okay. It’s not the first time this happened to this car. I blame my Enat (Ethiopian for mom). I could’ve taken my own car. Yeah anyways get home safe.

~~~~~~~~~~

You: *sighs while looking at the orange and white ticket, unlocks the door and enters*

Kara: HEYYY! LOOKS WHO IS HOME! *hugs you*

Lena: *stands up and walks towards you* I was beginning to think I had to get Kara to get you

You: *fake laughs* that’s not necessary Aunt Lena.

Kara: if you ever need me to pick you up, just know that I will.

You: *mumbles* if only we came up with that idea earlier *Danvers crinkle*

Kara: *Danvers crinkle* what was that

Superfriends: *turns towards you two*

You: I-Uh. I got a parking ticket. *rambles* and before you get mad, I’m mad at myself too. I left the car at 19:58 because coach moved practice to 20:00. When I remembered the parking permit it was 20:10 and the ticket was issued at 20:06.

Lena: I can pay the ticket for you.

You: I can’t have you do that I made a mistake and I need to pay for it.

Alex: *sing-song* this wouldn’t have happened if I drove you

Kelly: *elbows Alex* as long as you learned your lesson and didn’t get hurt that is okay.

Nia: so little Danvers does have dark side

Brainy: (Y/n) is indeed Alex Danvers’ offspring

Superfriends: *laugh*

Alex: what is that suppose to mean Agent Dox?

Lena: it means, I hope she does not fall into your habit of drinking and partying

Alex: my own sister-in-law *holds her hand at her chest*

J’onn: you were in a bad place before you joined the D.E.O

You: I am very interested in that story

Kelly: (Y/n/n), why don’t you get the ticket payed and join us for game night

Alex: *yells* And don’t forget to put your parking permit back in your car!

You: yeah.

Alex: *yells* go do it now so you don’t forget!

You: *groans, grabs your keys and head to your car*

A/n: BASED OFF A F*CKING TRUE STORY. ALEX WILL BE MY DAD AND KELLY WILL BE MY MOM

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Little! Luthor Reader

Prompt: Hey! I was wondering if you could do another Luthor one shot where Little!Luthor gets into a fight at school and gets beat up pretty bad and doesn’t tell Lena, but Kara notices some bruises on LL’s arm during a game night and asks Lena about it, to which Lena freaks out and asks about it. At first, Little!Luthor doesn’t want to come clean about the fight, but eventually admits the other kids started it because they were talking about how Lena is no better than Lex and Little!Luthor just wanted to protect Lena by not telling her about the teasing because of what a sensitive subject Lex can be

requested by @qualitytrashtho

warnings: mentions of violence and bullying

You smiled as you walked through the door of Kara’s apartment after Alex let you in.

You shared a hug with her and winced when she wrapped a tight arm around your waist.

“You okay?” Alex let go and sported the infamous Danvers Crinkle.

“All good, just a little sore from working out,” You faked a chuckle and lied through your teeth, feeling bad but not caring as much as you should’ve.

“You’ve got such great metabolism, kid, you’re like 14.”

“15, Alex,” You laughed. “And I’m trying to get muscle.”

You were wearing a shortsleeved white t-shirt underneath the baggy blue hoodie you had on and you were careful not to let your sleeves bunch up, fearing that one of you and your big sister’s shared friends would see your bruised arms.

You held your breath while greeting Lena, worried that she would know something was wrong. She gave a weird look but pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head regardless.

“I missed you today.”

“I missed you too, (y/n/n),” Lena smiled softly. “You’re a little late, where were you?”

“Just finishing up some homework,” You shrugged.

“Did Isa drop you off here?” Lena asked, mentioning your best friend.

You nodded, “Yep.” And that was that. No more questions for the meantime.

After a few minutes of everyone talking and laughing, you all sat down collectively in a circle, you sitting in between Lena and Alex as you usually did.

(not that the seating really matters for everyone who was at game night, but if you’re curious, the circle went: J’onn, James, Brainy, Nia, Winn, Maggie, Alex, you, Lena, and Kara.)

Kara whipped out a deck of Uno cards and shuffled them out to everyone and just like that, the game began.

It was a long one too, and Lena was dubbed as “impossible to beat”, but tonight she was the bested by you, Alex, and Brainy.

You and Alex high fived joyfully as you’d both managed to beat her and Lena shook her head laughing as she looked down at her cards, trying to figure out the next one she was going to play.

Kara was watching you and Alex, laughing, but a frown grew on her face when she noticed the bruises littered on your arm after one of the sleeves of your hoodie fall down your arm as you high five Alex.

You noticed it fall but covered it up and moved your sleeve back, hoping no one had noticed.

Kara leaned over to Lena and started to whisper in her ear, “Why does (Y/n) have bruises all over her arm?”

Lena looks up from her cards to face Kara and raises a brow, “What are you talking about?”

“She has bruises on her arm,” Kara thought about taking off her glasses for a second to scan the rest of your body out of concern, but decided against it, not wanting to invade your privacy. “Maybe in other places, I don’t want to check, but you should ask her about them.”

“Yeah - uno!” Lena grinned placing down her last card and turning back to Kara, “I’m going to talk to her about it right now. Do you mind if we use your room?”

“No, not at all, make sure she’s okay,” Kara offered a small smile and rubbed Lena’s shoulder gently before your sister scooted closer to you so she could whisper in your ear.

“Can I talk to you for a second, please?”

You nodded softly and got up, excusing yourself and following Lena into Kara’s bedroom before sitting at the edge of Kara’s bed, “Is everything okay, Lee?”

“Why do you have bruises on your arm?” Lena bit her lip and leaned against the wall. She wasn’t angry, you could tell that, she just always seemed slightly hurt when you kept things from her.

“Sorry?” You raised a brow, internally cursing at yourself for not hiding your arm better.

“Kara saw your arm, (y/n),” Lena sighed.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s not even that big of a deal, I just have a few bruises here and there.”

“They’re not just on your arm?” Lena’s eyes widened.

“No, they’re not, but I’m fine, okay?” You were starting to get defensive, you really didn’t want to talk about this.

“What happened?” Lena looked so worried about you. Your heart clenched at the sight of her concerned expression and you sighed.

“I promise I’m fine, Lena,” You shook your head. She didn’t need to know.

“I’m being serious, (Y/n) (y/m/n) Luthor. If not for you then, then do it for me. Who hurt you?”

“Fine, this girl has been saying shit about you when I’m around her to get me annoyed and I got sick and tired of it, so I told her to shut the fuck up and that someone should get her a mute button, and she got really pissed off at me. We got in a fight and she kicked my ass because she had two of her stupid friends with her,” you sighed.

“What could she have possibly said that was worth getting hurt over?” Lena was shocked, honestly. She knew you had the balls to put people in their place but you were always so polite, even when people were being rude.

“It started out with her just saying that you were an idiot, which is honestly stupid for her to say in the first place when she has a brain the size of a popcorn kernel, so she shouldn’t have been talking,” You began, not wanting to tell Lena, but you knew you were going to have to tell her anyways, so there was no point in arguing with her. “Then after that time when James got in front of you and took that bullet for you she said that he shouldn’t have because maybe it would teach you not to be such a monster. God, I hate this, okay,” You interrupted yourself to sniffle softly and wipe your eyes. You couldn’t imagine losing your big sister and the fact that someone wished for her to get hurt made you so upset. “And then, today, she said that you were no better than Lex and I - I just couldn’t take it anymore, Lee,” You shook your head and let out a quiet sob after bringing your hands up to cover your face.

Lena came over and pulled you into a warm embrace, wrapping protective arms around your waist, “I’m so sorry you have to deal with people like that, honey.”

You shook your head against Lena’s neck, “Don’t - don’t apologize. You have it worse than I do.”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay for people to talk to you like that,” Lena pulled away gently so she could see your face and brushed your tears away with her thumbs.

You sniffled again and looked up at Lena, whose eyes were a bit watery, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I just. I dunno, I know Lex is a sore topic for you.”

“Next time tell me, okay?” Lena raised a concerned brow.

“I will, I promise,” You nodded and held out your pinkie, waiting for Lena to link hers with yours before both of you stuck out and kissed your own thumbs, a tradition you guys had started when you were much younger.

“Thank you, (y/n/n),” Lena smiled softly and brushed your hair back, kissing your forehead gently.

“Now let me see these bruises of yours,” Lena sighed softly and waited as you shifted a bit, taking off your hoodie and revealing your bruised arms before lifting up the bottom of your shirt to show the large bruises you had on your rib cage.

“That’s all,” You shrugged.

Lena shook her head at how unphased you were, reaching down to gently touch one of the bruises that seemed to be worse than all the others.

When you winced at the soft touch, Lena withdrew her hand quickly.

“No, I’m fine. Just hurts a little,” You said before she could apologize and smiled softly. “Can I put my hoodie back on, please?”

“Sure, but when we get home I’m taking care of those bruises and we’re going to have to do something about those girls,” Lena nodded as you put your hoodie back on.

You chuckled at Lena and got up, heading towards the door and holding your hand out.

Lena took it and you squeezed gently before walking back to your spots on the ground next to each other in time to be shuffled in for the next round.