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I am also VERY into the "straight" mean popular girl gets found out or turned by the weird quiet butch. I always had a crush on the mean popular girls in high school, and one always stared at me during english class. I was the awkward "tomboy" that's now a butch. I didn't fully know it then, but I would have loved to call her out and fuck her in the supply closet. Not so mouthy now, huh? lol
”not so mouthy now, huh?” 😵💫 yes yep that’s. um. yeah. right
#clarke answers#wanna roleplay this…? i mean. who said that 🙊#straightfixing#<- someone put this in the tags on that post so that’s what i’m calling it now lmao#rare subby hours
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riding marc spector after he’s had a hard mission and he holds onto your hips and fucks up into you when he gets close 🙈
OKAY YEAH YES THIS IS THE VIBE
like he's stressed and exhausted and all you want to do is make him feel better and remind him that he's okay, that he's here and nothing's going to take him away from you
so you climb into his lap and make a meal of it, kissing him until his head spins before unbuckling his belt and helping him shove his pants down just enough to get his cock out
and you tease just a little bit, stroking him so lightly that it makes him actually growl and nearly demand you hop on
you're not one to deny him so you do, sinking down onto every delicious inch of him and you stop once he's all the way in your cunt to adjust, but marc is needy. the soaking heat of you is driving him crazy and he can't stand the thought of you not moving for even a second so he anchors you in place and pounds up, literally just holding you over him like a toy for him to fuck and fill with his spend 😌
needless to say you definitely accomplish your mission by the time you've drained his balls--he's so far out of his head he doesn't even remember what the mission was about
#clarke answers#sinful sunday#marc spector x reader#marc spector headcanon#marc spector smut#moon knight x reader
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“It’s bleeding quite badly.” (to clarke from Abby) @multi-royalty [going with the after s3 au with no Praimfaya yet]
She hadn't even noticed. Clarke's shoulders slumped at the realization that Bellamy was right and she was working a little too hard these days, to the point of not investigating the headache - but with Rohan in command now it was the best chance to forge a permanent coalition that went beyond not killing each other, and Clarke wanted to make sure they'd have their best chance, which was why she needed to keep trying. And she was getting distracted again. "You are right." The spot where they had removed the Flame hadn't healed well, for more than one reason, and she decided she could take five minutes to make her mom feel better, so she added: "It's nothing major. The neck wound reopened, you know how they bleed. I have a med-kit right here, if you want to check?"
#clarke: -bleeding basly - also clarke: fiiiine you can stitch it up again but I'm only caring because it's you#multi royalty#multiroyalty#clarke thread;#clarke answers#answered
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i think maggie would be the only person in the leverage universe who DOES notice the leverage team members occasionally becoming famous. like she’d tune into the world news and then have to call the team to check if sophie really died in a small european country during a turbulent election. "no but wasn’t my funeral so poignant? they put my face on the $20 note!" okay great glad to know you’re not dead. she watches a game of baseball on TV and just sighs deeply when the camera pans to eliot. next time she sees the team, she compliments his baseball skills. for some reason he mutters something about a sandwich while looking wistfully into the distance.
#leverageposting#leverage#maggie leverage#maggie collin’s#she’s the only person immune to tv logic in a tv show (usually)#i mean as much as i joke abt ‘oh wouldnt ppl notice that sophie looks like a murdered first lady’ the answer is rlly no probably not#but maggie’s eye for detail + picking up on irregularities + awareness of lev team + tendency to run into lev team…#she’s like ‘how are you out there clark kenting it and not getting caught’ it bothers her#and she’s basically cursed with this knowledge. it keeps happening to her.
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So, I know the fandom (myself very included) love to talk about JLA playing fuck marry kill with Brucie Wayne as an option...but I offer an alternative. Bruce overhears a conversation between Clark, Diana, and Hal.
Clark: No I mean if we're playing, I'd fuck you Diana, obviously it would be a wonderful night--
Diana: and all the way into the morning, obviously
Clark: Obviously. And I'd marry Batman, so sorry Hal, I guess you gotta go.
Hal, outraged: Marry Bats???? Over Me???
Clark: Yeah, hello, have you seen him? No offense and all, but if you get the chance to sleep with wonder woman you kinda have to. And if I marry Batman I get sweet gadgets, nerdy banter, awful coffee, and I get to use the little ears on the cowl as handles while I bend him over the breakfast table every morning.
(plot twist, Clark totally knows Batman's there and this is his extremely weird and roundabout way of flirting)
#superbat#bruce wayne#batman#clark kent#superman#justice league#wonder woman#flirting via FMK#Hal kills Clark in his answer out of spite#but then has to choose to either fuck or marry Batman
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I think about this quote everyday. You're right Arthur, they ARE best friends and it IS kind of adorable
#perfectly sums up how I feel about them#I wonder how fed up JLA members are with answering questions about their coworkers tho#like#do they have fun? are they glad it's not about them?#or do they wish they were in the question spotlight?#do they wish the questions were only about the actual events that are happening?#or are they glad to be a distraction from the tragedies?#this is from one of the last issues of the reborn Justice League run#*rebirth#dc comics#batman#bruce wayne#superman#clark kent#Arthur curry#aquaman#JLA#Superbat
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you couldn’t guess my fav 🤷🏾
#my art#clark kent#superman#dick grayson#nightwing#jason todd#red hood#the answer is jason todd btw#im too afraid to mess him up ngl
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DCxDP AU where Dani fakes being an alien.
Dani's obsession with travel also left her with a desire to know more about the places she couldn't travel to, like Krypton and Mars. Considering the vast majority of both those populations are dead, it was easy enough for her to befriend some ghost aliens. From them she learns about their culture and language.
At some point one of her new friends jokes that her ghost powers kind of function like a mix of Kryptonian and Martian biology. She laughs. It is just a joke.
At least till she is in danger. The GIW finally found her. She is scared and desperate and tells a lie. Dani screams out, "Superman, if you can hear me, I am Kryptonian too and they are trying to capture me. Please help."
She doesn't actually expect this plan to work. It was a last ditch hail Mary. She figured she would (fully) die here, but even if he was on the other side of the earth he hears her and comes to her rescue.
But see, actions have consequences and now that she is safe she needs to keep the lie going. It is a good thing her alien ghost friends are willing to help her create a fabricated story about how a Martin and a Kryptonian managed to get to earth, have a child, and for some reason aren't around anymore.
It is not an ideal situation, but being an alien is legal while being a ghost isn't, so what's a girl to do? If there is one thing a child who travels the world alone knows how to do, it is lie and bullshit their way through any situation.
Meanwhile, Clark and J'onn are thrilled and fighting each other for custody.
#danny phantom#dani phantom#superman#clark kent#j'onn j'onzz#dc#dc comics#dc x dp#dc x dp crossover#dp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#danielle phantom#danielle fenton#martian manhunter#justice league#my post#the real question is how long can she keep this up?#I think the answer is a while because they are so happy about her existing that they overlook issues with her story#by the time they learn the truth they have already adopted her#like yes they are disappointed but she offers them the chance to talk to ghosts of their people which makes it a bit better
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Uh-oh. Watch out. Goober-esque goofiness is afoot (possible sticker ideas).
#The last ask I answered made me realize I gotta step up my goober game.#art#digital artist#my art#dc comics#justice league#the flash#barry allen#green lantern#hal jordan#shazam#billy batson#aquaman#arthur curry#batman#bruce wayne#superman#clark kent#wonder woman#diana prince#martian manhunter#j’onn j’onzz#lil gooberz
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Batfam Ask: what height do you headcanon them to be?
Jason - 6'4 (a good 4 inches are from the Pit)
Bruce - 6'1 or 6'2 (depending on how angsty I'm being; he's big like Affleck though. if he's closer to 6 feet Dick has a chance at pretending to be Batman; if he's closer to 6'2 then Jason's probably the only one who can wear the suit easily)
Duke - 6'0 (in my AU he's probably a little shorter and hasn't reached his full height yet)
Dick - 5'10 (so close to six feet, it kills him)
Tim - 5'9 (short king, surprisingly ok with it)
Cass - 5'8 (I know she's shorter in canon but I need her to be able to hold her own and 5'5 just isn't as believable to me I'm sorry)
Barbara - 5'6 (three inches above the national average for women, she likes to remind people)
Steph - 5'5 (quick because she's shorter than everyone else, but tall enough she still has a fighting chance with a larger opponent)
Damian - 5'0 (adult height is 5'8-5'9, coincidentally this is also Talia's height...didn't inherit that gene from Bruce, rip buddy)
Bonus: Alfred is 5'11 but no one can firmly identify his true height if asked. He's both short and tall depending on the situation. Clark is 6'3 and lords that extra inch over Bruce all the time; Jason does the same, but to him instead. He's one inch taller than Superman - the Pit was totally worth it, huh?
#asks#anon#I've probably answered this before but#this is my working draft haha#bruce wayne#batman#dc#batfamily#clark kent#jason todd#red hood#dick grayson#nightwing#duke thomas#signal#barbara gordon#batgirl#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#damian wayne#robin#red robin#tim drake#alfred pennyworth
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reblog for wider sample size! tell me who you picked and why in the tags or replies ☺️
(ship chosen based on what i perceived to be the most popular fanon ship for batfam members)
#dc comics#batfamily#superbat#dinahbabs#birdflash#jayroy#timkon#stephcass#damijon#tumblr polls#shipping#ship poll#batman#bruce wayne#clark kent#barbara gordon#dinah lance#dick grayson#wally west#jason todd#roy harper#tim drake#kon el kent#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#damian wayne#jon kent#there is a correct answer#batfam poll#edmundpevensiesqueen
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didn't even realize i was into intox before your blog, now i fantasize about showing up drunk at your place enough times that when i start showing up sober you feel comfortable resting a hand on my bulge while pouring shot after shot down my throat, and when i start slurring my words you know it's time to straddle me and push your nipple into my mouth
(went a little wild with this one, 1.3k words. butch/masc reader x femme dom)
my place just so happens to be within walking- or rather, stumbling- distance of your favorite bar, so i’ve grown accustomed to your late-night texts, ‘hiii im drjnk cna i come ovr’
you don’t know how much i enjoy the way you cling to my doorframe and grin at me, greet me with a “heyyyy,” face flushed, before staggering inside to flop onto my couch and sleep it off.
sometimes you stay awake for a little while, loudly recounting your night or complaining about work. i coax your head into my lap, playing with your hair until you fall asleep, drooling into my thigh. more than once you lunge into me for a sloppy kiss, and you have not the slightest clue how wet i am at the haze of booze on your breath, how much your clumsy searching hands turn me on.
you have no idea.
in fact, you’re thinking you’ve pretty much been a total ass.
so you show up sober one evening and really make an effort to show contrition: you’re freshly-showered, sharply-dressed, sheepishly holding a bouquet of flowers. hard-packing, too, hopeful that i might let you show me you actually know what you’re doing when you’re not all stupid with booze.
i pour us some wine and we talk. gradually you feel more at ease. you don’t think much of it when i keep topping off your glass- i’ve always been such a kind host, haven’t i? if anyone’s overstepped boundaries, it’s you, and the idea that i might get you drunk on purpose is the furthest thing from your mind. you’re not getting drunk off wine, anyway, you’re too grown for that. you’re just feeling very warm and very glad that i’m not mad at you. on the contrary, i seem to be happy you’re here. i’m flirting with you. wearing something silky that clings to my curves and sitting very close to you, walking my fingers up your arm, making your face burn and your dick throb. you struggle to focus on my words, what with my softness pressed up next to you and my breath fanning across your neck. “i just got some really nice mezcal, have you ever tried it?” you admit you haven’t. the next thing you know i’m bringing out the bottle, setting it on the coffee table with two shot glasses.
you chuckle, a bit uncertain. here you were trying to be a gentleman for once, trying to be classy. show me that i’m not just a couch to crash on after the bar. i pour two shots. you’ve had like three or four glasses of wine, it was hard to keep track when i kept refilling your glass, and you’re solidly buzzed, veering into tipsy. you’re trying to find the words to politely refuse, but then i put a hand on your thigh when i offer you the shot glass. you take it. just one, you tell yourself. just to try it, to be polite. it’ll be fine. we cheers, and you toss it back. it burns nice. smoke, a little whip at the back of the throat, plus a subtle sweetness. warmth pools immediately in your chest. you smile. “mm, that’s good-” you stop. you cock your head. “hey, you didn’t take your shot.”
i climb into your lap, and grab your jaw to force your mouth open, nails digging into your cheek. you’re a little confused and a little scared but way, way too turned-on to think straight. that shot went right to your groin. my silky dress is riding up around my hips as i straddle you and you’re getting a really nice view of my tits.
“that’s because it’s not my shot,” i tell you, in a cheerful, firm voice. “it’s yours.” i pour it down your throat.
you swallow most of it, but gag a little in your shock. you cough, sputtering. i grab the bottle and pour another one, chuckling at you. “that wasn’t very smooth. better give you another chance.”
your head is spinning. all the blood that was in your brain has rushed elsewhere, on top of the alcohol, and suddenly you sense this situation is getting away from you. “um, i don’t know if-”
my nails shut you up, sharp along the tender underside of your jaw. i tilt my head. gaze down at you like a cat toying with its prey. “y’know, i’ve really enjoyed your late night visits. but i think i like this even more. c’mon. show me you can hold your liquor, sweetheart.”
the pet name and the soft command in my voice has you opening your mouth and swallowing it all down. i grin. “good job,” i purr, and you’re throbbing so much it’s almost painful now. you can’t resist rubbing your hands up my thighs, underneath my dress, around to squeeze my ass. i hum in approval, grinding back into your grip. i settle myself a little lower, to press my heat into your bulge, separated only by the thin lace of my lingerie. your eyes roll back, groaning.
“you feeling good?” my hand curls around the back of your neck.
you nod.
i dig my nails into your neck, hard. “i need a full sentence, hotshot.”
“yeah, i’m- uh… feeling good,” you manage, and you have to take a little more care to form the words.
“good. that means you can handle another one.”
after the third shot, you’re dizzy and so very warm. i unbutton your shirt, to help you out. my hands are all over you, soft and smooth and slightly cool. delicate fingers and sharp, sharp nails. i press a hand to the center of your chest, another around your throat. “your heart is beating so fast,” i murmur, in mock sympathy. “how do you feel?”
it’s all hitting you. like an anvil to the head. your tongue is thick in your mouth. “feelin’ kinda tis- tisp- tipsy, jeez,” you laugh. “think ‘m good.”
i’m already pouring another shot. “you tap out after three shots at the bar?” i scoff.
you want to point out you’re usually not doing shots on a belly full of wine, but you can’t quite get the words to line up. i’m not wearing a bra and this fact is taking a good amount of your focus. you’re mesmerized by the jiggle of my tits as i move and the way my nipples peek through the fabric. i reach down and squeeze your bulge, rub you gently. it feels so good. it’s so easy to give in, when i hold your face and tell you sweetly, “drink up, there you go,” as shot number four slides down your throat.
“lissen’, i wanted- fuuuck.” you tip your head onto the back of the couch, letting out a heavy breath as i keep rubbing your bulge, holding onto your shoulder. a pleasurable, torturous ache builds inside you. you close your eyes, mumbling, “wanted‘a do things right, be a-” you try and fail to swallow a burp, “‘scuse me. be a ‘gennelman. wanted’a be good- uhhh…”
you trail off, slack-jawed, because i slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders while you were talking, let the fabric fall, revealing my tits. i grab one, and tilt forward to put it in your open mouth. you start sucking instinctively, eyelids fluttering. you feel comforted by the weight of me in your lap and my soft tit in your mouth and my nails in your scalp, anchoring while the room tilts and spins around you.
“don’t worry. you’re being so good for me, sweetheart.” my voice is honey in your ear. you know you’d take another shot, you’d take whatever i give you, just to keep me talking to you like that.
you can hear my smile when i say, “this is exactly how i wanted you.”
#clarke answers#intox#intox tw#cnc tw#forced intox#godddd yeah um 🙈 this was so fun ty for the prompt anon#intox story
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Thoughts on pulling Matt closer by his belt?
no thoughts, head empty legs open
no but this would drive him NUTS because there’s a certain amount of desperation to the move and he loves it, loves that he makes you ache for him until you just can’t help yourself and you’re clawing at him in any way you can, dying to get him bare and tear him apart
ps this has been in my inbox for like a year so i really hope you see this nonny, thank you for sending this in ily and i’m sorry i didn’t get to it sooner 💕
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@multi-royalty said ❛ i can buy you some time. go, now! ❜ (to clarke from Abby)
"No, I'm not going without you!" She wasn't listening, and Clarke grabbed her mother's arm, feeling as desperate as a child who was being torn from her. She hadn't felt like a child in a long time. "I'm not going without you," Clarke repeated, pleading eyes on her, "Well find a way to leave together, mom, I'll talk to them-something, we'll figure it out. But I'm not leaving you, I'm not losing you. I can't."
#thank you! also wow you had to pick the tragic ones huh#clarke answers#answered#multi-royalty#multiroyalty#clarke thread;#go now
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MY BRAIN JUJU HAS BEEN CHEMICALLY ALTERED by the kryptonian fangies (them also with the habit of biting when overwhelmed or underwhelmed to control emotions) ✨
Say no more, anon!
Bruce being an expert in anxiety and panic attacks gives me life.
#thanks for the ask!#my art#dc comics#superman#clark kent#batman#bruce wayne#sorry for the very very long delay#i'll be trying to answer as many asks as possible
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do you still take requests? if you do can you write your take on this idea https://www.tumblr.com/ilydana/746501696852819968/cloneclonedbatman?source=share
Thanks for the Ask! That's is an interesting one!
Also as long as I can write something to it I don't mind getting requests, if I can't I will let people know if I can. So no worries about that K?
Out of courtesy and because I believe its is the right thing to do here the Link and a Tag to the original writer @ilydana I hope you don't mind that I am taking inspiration from you for this.
Also I don't know Conners Timeline well and I like to base my writings on the Wayne Family Adventures settings so.... yea sorry if I got some facts wrong....
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Clone double Wamy
Thinks were never easy for the Waynes, Bruce realised that when he sat in the meeting room. Usually he would have confronted his best friend in a more private setting, like when it was just the two of them or only Diana with them. But his best friend had been grating on his nerves with this for a while now. Bruce had honestly believed Clark had gotten better with the whole Clone thing but apparently he hadn't.
"All I am saying is that Conner is a person and to stop referring to him as 'it'." Bruce wasn't sure what had this brought on but maybe it was also having listened to his own kids rants about the way Conner had been and sometimes still was treated by Clark. Usually when someone called his friend out on it he would laugh awkwardly and say it was a slip of the tongue. That he still wasn't completely used to the idea of having a clone.
It's been years and Bruce wasn't buying that excuse anymore.
Well his persistent nagging had now caused this petty fight in front of everyone. He knew his children present, Dick and Tim, would have his back as well as most of their friends. But he also knew that those that prefer to keep the peace would try to argue in Clarks favor to sweep this hole problem under the rug once more.
"You don't get what it is like to be cloned or how long it takes to get used to it!"
His eye twitched under his cowl, he could also feel his kids tense up, especially Tim. His entire family had expirence when it came to cloning. The number of labs from the LoA they had shut down and destroyed was a testament to it. But there was one thing his entire Family aside from Alfred didn't know either.
"I actually do."
He stated calmly watching Clarks reaction as he stared unwaveringly at his best friend. He could see the colour drain, the paling and the pure look of disbelief he was getting, while Nightwing and Red Robin stood up to stand behind him with crossed arms. They probably thought he was referencing the time they had to fight Damian's Clones that sadly couldn't be saved like Conner had been.
"What do you....?" His best friend started but wasn't able to finish his question as Bruce decided to rip the bandaid off.
"The original Bruce Wayne died before he even was one month old. My parents, unable to cope with the loss cloned the baby with the help of a pair of scientist from Illinois." If the situation was different he might have laughed into the faces the people around him were making, not very Batman like of him but it was kind of funny. Still he was thankful for the comforting hand his son, Dick, placed on his shoulder or the way his other son, Tim inched closer protectively like. These two while probably shocked still stood by his side.
"And i was not the only clone that resulted from my parents original grief."
He left it at that as he stood and left the meeting without any further explanation. Bruce had made his point clear, now the ball was in his friends court. He was thankful that his kids followed him out as he went straight to the Zeta-Tubes to return to the Batcave. He knew his kids had questions for him, but he was not willing to answer them in front of the other heroes and thankfully his kids knew that that. So they silently followed him until they were back to the cave.
"B?" Dick asked tentatively once they were back in the came.
"It is as simply as I stated. My parents grieved the loss of their original son and unable to cope they cloned their own child with the help of a pair of scientist." He reiterated his earlier statement not looking at the two at first. For a brief moment he was thankful his other kids were out and about busy with other things.
"A pair of scientists?" Tim propped further and Bruce sighed wondering how much he should tell or if he could keep some things secret.
"Family actually. Estranged but they were... are family." He nodded. "The Fentons. Jack Fenton was my fathers cousin. Because of his field of research he got estranged from the family, not fitting into the perfect image my great grandparents had in mind for the Waynes originally. My father contacted him for help regarding the cloning back then."
"You said you weren't the only one?" He gave Tim a small smile, it was just like him to catch on to the small details and focus his questions on that.
"I didn't know until many years later when my parents died." He smiled a little remembering back to his training with Lady Gotham and how she asked him if he had siblings and then proceeded to introduce him to his clone twin. Ever since then Danny had become quite the fixture in his life, a reconnected family member. Though they had needed a lot of help when it came to actually speaking with each other but that thankfully Danny's sister Jazz helped.
He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him when he noticed Dick's stare of realisation. "Uncle Danny!"
Bruce just smirked, chuckling lightly as he gave his eldest a slight nod. "Danny."
Dick was the most familiar with Danny having meet the other a couple of times when he was younger and just started out as Robin. Bruce wasn't ashamed to say that Danny and Alfred had been the two he had asked for advice the most when he had taken Dick in back then. Danny had already expirence in raising kids from an even younger age than Bruce had. That their two cousins Dan and Danielle were in a way clones too was however something he would not be telling his kids yet. Frankly it wasn't his place and honestly if Danny hadn't become as comfortable as he had with this fact over the year he wouldn't have outed his clone twin to his kids either.
"So...." Tim started, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "...what now? Not that it will change anything now but uh...."
"Nothing really? I mean if Clark still got a problem then well I guess we don't have a super uncle anymore? But hey maybe we could introduce Uncle Danny to Conner?" Dick shrugged turning to Tim.
"But that would mean we admit to Uncle Danny that B let us in in the secret and that could make things awkward and..."
"Tim you are overthinking! It will be fine!"
Bruce smiled as he watched his two sons start to argue wether or not to introduce Danny to Conner. Well even if they did Danny wouldn't mind it. In fact Bruce had kept his clone twin updated on a lot of things that happened with his work as Batman. One of the reasons was that Danny had started out in the hero business way sooner than Bruce had but also because Danny was his last resort contingency plan against everything.
His twin would probably laugh in their faces and ask why it took them so long to introduce them and then drag his own daughter to meet Conner so they could have some 'clone'-bonding time and knowing Danielle, she was going to drag Dan along and then Bruce himself too. Bruce chuckled at that thought, he also knew that if Clark doesn't clean up his act than Danny would most likely swoop in and adopt Conner right out of under Clarks nose.
Well all he had to say if it came to that was that his best friend wouldn't be able to blame anyone but himself then.
#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#crossover#bruce wayne#danny fenton#tim drake#dick grayson#clone Bruce#clone Danny#Bruce and Danny are clone twins#Clark is kind of a jerk here#Danny is most likely adopting Conner the moment they meet#the batkids only knew Danny as uncle Danny before#they weren't aware he was a clone#they also don't have a problem with the clone thing#i don't care if it is ooc I just love a nice batfam dynamic#one where they wouldn't care that Bruce their dad was a clone#questions#answers#thanks for the ask!
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