#martian manhunter imagine

[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.

[gatorbites-imagines]

I love your Kryptonian hcs! I was wondering if you have any Martian hcs? I really love j'onn and itd be cool if you had any hcs!   

Martian Headcanons

I don’t have anywhere as many headcanons for Martians as I do kryptonians but I do have a couple, so here they are :)

I believe things like gender are completely different on Mars before Martian society was wiped out. Because of their ability to shapeshift things like gender were very loose, and they probably only really had one type of pronouns that everyone used, as physical appearance was just built on what you wanted to look like.

Martians didn’t have much of a spoken language because they all possessed something like telepathy, so they communicated mostly through that than they did with speech.

Martians mate/marry for life, so if their spouse/mate dies that’s it. They, like kryptonians to some extent, are able to sense when they’ve found their perfect match, though its through their telepathy and other mind powers, where kryptonians is more through their senses and a pull they feel for their other.

Any Martian is able to carry child, or impregnate someone else if they so please, thanks to their shapeshifting. Its typically the strongest of the two that carries the child, as they are able to be pregnant without fearing for their health or the child’s.

Martians don’t purr or make any noise in that regard, but they do something you could compare to two cats wrapping their tails together. With their telepathy they’ll hold onto each other to some extent, though its mainly with their minds so there’s always a connection.

Kissing on the lips is a human concept for the most parts, so Martians tend to press their foreheads together instead. This can be a platonic, familial, or romantic move, it all depends on what they are projecting with their mind when they do.

Martians are the best partners when it comes to communication in relationships, as they can sense if you are distressed and will find time to sit down and talk about it. Two Martians will communicate with their telepathy and have the issue solved quicker than we can keep up, but if you are a human or just not a telepath, they are good at talking too.

Because they are vulnerable to fire, Martians aren’t the biggest fan when it comes to heat, so they tend to like it colder. So, with a Martian lover you can expect to have to wear warm clothes in the winter or to sleep. Though, when your partner notices they’d turn up the heat for you. They wont die from it, they are just more comfortable in the cold, but seeing you comfortable is most important to them.

If you aren’t a Martian and are dating/mated to one, they might alter their appearance when you learn what your type is, because they want to be appealing and attractive to you. Youd have to sit them down and explain that, their appearance isn’t what’s important to you, and you love them as they are.

[logancreatesworlds]

Pillow Princess

Author’s Note: Yes, I know it’s been years but I’m getting through my first job and I’m going to grad school so cut me some slack.  Here, you filthy animals!  Special thanks to @black-is-beautiful18​ @macfizzle​ @khoicesbyk and @misswonderfrojustice​

Warnings: Cursing, sexual content - Don’t like, don’t read.  18+ only.

_

J’onn exhaled in annoyance as he flew the javelin back to the watchtower.  You, the sugary root of his exasperation, had spent the last hour ranting about how he “was too overprotective” and “never let you defend yourself.”  It wasn’t his fault he had to save you after Cheetah almost sliced you into ribbons.  

You were gifted with strength and speed that almost matched that of Wonder Woman and you had the power to teleport on top of that.  Too bad Cheetah nicked you on your side before you could ‘vanish’ out of her reach - a nasty wound which J’onn had to cauterize with his heat vision after dealing with her.

“Are you even listening?”  You asked him angrily.

“How could I not?  Your complaining shall be heard by everyone in the galaxy.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Yes,” J’onn snapped, “Excuse you for not listening to my instructions and reading Wonder Woman’s report on Cheetah.  If you had, you would’ve known she is as fast as you if not faster.”

“You know damn well I hate reading!”

“Of course, unless it’s an erotica,” J’onn replies, not looking at you.

Your mouth flies open with an indignant gasp and J’onn smirks with brief satisfaction as you cross your arms and steam quietly.

The rest of the flight was silent.

_

“Hey guys,” Flash greets as he and Superman approached, “How was the miss-”

“Ask him,” you huffed angrily as you stormed past the two.

J’onn clenched his jaw at how disrespectful you were.  He had told you about that.

“Rough mission?”  The Man of Steel asked.

“Rough day in general,” The Martian replies, shaking his head.

“Vanish seems pretty pissed off,” Flash comments.

“Well that’s what happens when you aren’t careful during a mission,” J’onn says, brushing past them, “I’ll see you both later.”

_

You sat in silence as Batman gathered supplies to patch you up.  You couldn’t let Cheetah get the drop on you again.

“You look constipated,” Batman comments.

You gave him an annoyed look, one which the Caped Crusader was unfazed by.

“It’s true,” he said, bringing bandages and alcohol over to where you were.

“...The mission was rough today,” you relented.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning J’onn won’t stop babying me,” you huffed.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“How come?”

“Because you’re rash and hot-tempered.”

“That is not true!” You argued as he finished bandaging your scratched arm.

Batman gave you a knowing look and you sighed.  Okay, maybe you were.

Then, J’onn walked in.

But you weren’t about to let him know that.

“I can take it from here, Batman,” J’onn says.

Batman nods and leaves the two of you alone, being sure to give a look on the way out.

J’onn quickly gets to work without a word and you let him.

“You can drop the attitude,” the Martian says as he dabs alcohol on the already-healing wound on your stomach.

“I will drop it when I feel like it,” you hiss venomously.

“I’m gonna dismiss that as post-battle jitters,” J’onn says, smirking as he intentionally presses the alcohol-dipped cloth on the wound.  

It wasn’t enough to hurt you.  He knew that.  It was enough to get on your nerves.

“Fuck you!”  You shouted at him.

Black Canary and Green Arrow just so happened to be walking right past the Medbay during your outburst.  The look in J’onn’s eyes when he saw them was enough to make them continue.

J’onn took another exasperated breath.  Breathe, he told himself, Count to ten.

Calmly, the Martian laid the cloth down and leaned over you.

His two green arms guarded both sides of your body as his lips laid against your ear.

“You are so far out of line right now,” J’onn whispered in your ear, “You are already in enough trouble and if you don’t fix that attitude, I’m going to take off this belt, drag you in front of everybody in the mess hall and spank you until you cannot sit.  Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.  Now be quiet and let me finishing cleaning the wound you earned.”

_

Once J’onn was done, the two of you headed home.

The route back to your apartment was more quiet than the one back to the Watchtower, only this time you were grateful for the silence.  The two of you slipped indoors unnoticed and you dropped your bag and coat on the couch before wordlessly heading to the shower.

The memory of you removing your costume was swiftly replaced by the feel of warm water hitting your sore muscles.  All of the day’s trials and tribulations were forgotten as you cleaned yourself.

A familiar set of hands settled on your hips as you let the hot water rinse your breasts.  You tipped your head back further as J’onn made his way up your back with the soapy washcloth and the gently wrung it out, intentionally brushing his fingertips along your spine.

Whether his fingers were outside or inside of you, you could not deny that the Martian was gifted with his hands.

J’onn used his right hand to pull you to him, allowing his left to run up your stomach and to briefly clutch your breast.  The way he would play with your nipples was your favorite.

Just when you were finally getting into it, J’onn stopped.

The Martian got out of the shower and grabbed his towel before heading off to your room.

Indignance washing over you like the hot water, you quickly turned the shower off and marched into the bedroom.

“What the fuck was that?”  You snapped.

“What was what?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, you jackass,” you snapped, “You left me high and dry.”

J’onn finished drying his neck and smirked at you, “You don’t look dry to me.  Perhaps you’re just upset because Veronica misses me.  Does she miss me, (Y/N)?”

You glared silently as the cold air hit your skin, amplifying the iciness of the droplets cascading down your hips and stomach.  Your lady parts pulsed at his arrogance.

You hated how he was right.  J’onn hadn’t been inside of you for two weeks.

J’onn sat down on the bed and smiled.  Of course he looked unusually large because of his size.  But given the two years you had been together, that was normal to you.

“Come here,” he said.

You walked up to him.  Not needing any more direction, you handed him your towel.

The energy between the two of you seemed to wash over the room as J’onn rubbed the towel over your skin.

His eyes never left yours as his fingers brushed over the scar on your right breast.

You took initiative and closed the distance between the two of you.  J’onn’s lips wholeheartedly received yours and you pushed him back onto the bed.  His hands grabbed your ass as you crawled on top of him.

Then, you stopped.

“What’s wrong?” J’onn asked.

You slowly crawled off him and sunk down in front of him.

“(Y/N)?”

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered.

“But-”

“You haven’t taken care of me in a whole ass week,” you snapped at him, “Looks like I’ll have to do it myself.”

J’onn smiled as he shifted out of his clothes.  His muscles elongated as you stretched over him.

You always loved his true form.  It was long, angular and he showed it only to a select few - one of which was you.

You wordlessly rubbed between his legs and J’onn took the cue.  Using his shapeshifting, he unsheathed the most private piece of himself and you took him in your hands.

The pleasure leaked into his red eyes as you jacked him off and a sigh escaped his lips.  You kept a steady pace until J’onn rolled you both over.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“You don’t get to put yourself in danger and then touch me how you please.  Touching is for good girls.”

“But-”

The look J’onn gave you silence you immediately and your eyes stayed connected as he spread your legs apart.

He then feasted on your pussy, sucking it like crab legs.

Your moans filled the room as you felt the Martian’s tongue extend into you and lick out the arousal.

‘That’s it, pillow princess,’ he whispered in your head, ‘Feed your boyfriend.’

You cried as J’onn stopped eating you out just before you were about to cum.

J’onn smiled down as you and you glared at him.

‘Fuck you,’ you mumble to him, unable to keep the smile off your face.

He pulled your front to meet him, putting your legs over your shoulder.

‘As you wish, dear,’ the Martian purred.

You did not walk straight the next morning.

_

Yes, yes - I know.  I’ll be writing more.

[lesserfandomappreciation]

If you take requests for Martian Manhunter could you do him with a human s/o like dating, family just fluff headcanons?

The sheer calm this man exudes is unfair. He approaches each situation with such calm and kind logic it is physically impossible to stay upset with the man for long. There is a lot about humanity that he does not understand and long before then J’onn has always been someone who prefers to approach with calmness than with rashness - he seeks to understand his s/o, what stresses them and how he can be there to support them. 

Experiencing Earth and humanity through his s/o is very eye-opening for him. He already has a bit of respect and empathy for Earth, but to see humanity and be a part of it are different experiences. He does worry about bothering s/o too much with all his questions, but if they give him the green light he is staring at them forlornly imploring an explanation.

Martian dating is pretty similar to Earth dating; get to know the other person, explore interests, find mutual ground, etc. The whole ‘non-telepathic’ thing humanity has does make the ‘how’ of all this new to J’onn. He does enjoy getting to see these places in person with s/o. It’s interesting to actually see it versus seeing a memory of it. 

This man has no idea, but he is touch-starved. Casual and affectionate touches are unfamiliar gestures to him - J’onn did not grow up with them, and he really doesn’t know how to initiate them.  The first time s/o holds his hand is the first time his heart stops. Easily addicted to touch. It is a comfort to him. Too bad he has no idea how to initiate. S/o will feel him boring holes into the back of their head, staring until he gets a hand held.

[kizzer55555]

PROTECT THE CHILDREN!

Something happens and the Justice league need some information about ghosts. Specifically, those associated with the infinite realms. Unfortunately, the amount of experts on that topic is severely lacking. They seek out a pair of scientists who had stopped by Star City for a ghost convention and learned some of their devices actually worked on ghosts. However, they end up meeting a ghost at that convention who lets it slip that the Fenton couple are absolute morons and to just avoid them. They know practically nothing. If the Justice League really wants information, they should ask one of the Fenton kids instead. But be warned…if anything happens to those kids, the ghosts will rip them apart.

Because in this universe, Danny and Jazz spend most of their time protecting the other ghosts from their parents just as much as they protect the town from ghosts. Even when Danny is Phantom, the other ghosts treat him more as a friend and like to poke around and mess with him. But the ghosts essentially pack bonded to those two kids, so while it’s all fun and games to mess with them and cause a little bit of destruction, if anyone actually messed with them, there would be hell to pay.

The Justice League does not know this. All they know is that ties between the infinite realms and earth are so bad that most contact has been cut off besides violence, and somehow, these two kids are the only credible experts the ghosts might listen to.

Little did they know how protective the Amity park ghosts actually were, and how difficult it would be to get within 5 feet of the kids, let alone talk with them.

[jesncin]

I was watching the rain outside my window and started to wonder, which MartianFam member loves rain the most?

J'onn is enamored with the beauty of Earth. Meanwhile M'gann, as a floral white martian being, enjoys many things plants enjoy.

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Currently drunk and imagining Green Lanterns being the resident alien experts in the Justice League/Titans/whatever superhero team they’re in

Like, when the JL first got together and Hal learned that two of his teammates were the last survivors of their worlds, he decided then and there that he would always support them in whatever way he could.

(Because as the first- and for a while, only- human in the Green Lantern Corps, Hal knew better than most what it was like to be the only one of his species in a room. It’s astonishingly lonely even when you know your planet and people are still alive and well.)

So Hal asks his ring for information about Krypton and Mars, which holidays their people had celebrated and held sacred, what foods they had enjoyed that he could recreate with ingredients available on Earth.

Hal ends up becoming the third JL member after Bruce and Diana to learn about Superman’s secret identity after Clark has to explain that he came to Earth as an infant and most of his own knowledge of Krypton is as secondhand as Hal’s is. J’onn however, is very touched by Hal’s attempts at baking N’bisko cookies, as it reminds him of when he would make them with his wife and daughter.

Guy inadvertently makes Hal's practices into a tradition when he gets roped into some Fourth World drinking games with Mr. Miracle and Big Barda. Apokolips might be a flaming hellhole, but it was still once home to them both and they do miss it at times. Even in his Warrior years, Guy keeps his pub stocked with food and drinks that are popular in space, in case he gets a hungry visitor from the stars.

From then on, it becomes a duty of their shared legacy. John in his rookie days didn’t listen much to Hal but this was one of piece of advice he did heed: You might end up with an alien refugee as a teammate at some point, and it is your job as a Green Lantern to be there for them when they’re homesick. John was never a member of the Titans, and he's certainly no mentor to the team's alien princess, but he does visit Starfire on days when her banishment from Tamaran weighs most heavily, like the Blorthog Festival.

Kyle had no idea about any of this when he inherited the last ring in the wake of the Corp’s twilight. Expecting him to pick up where his predecessors had left off would have been just another weight to carry on his shoulders. So instead the heroes who'd once been touched by a Green Lantern's kindness now return the favor for their only successor. They tell Kyle about the Corps that were the keepers of peace and justice across the universe for thousands of years. They tell him of how the emerald knights of Oa were brave and kind and loved by so many people.

They tell him these things because they see that the Green Lanterns were more than just an organization of lawmen. They were a legacy, a family, a culture. Unorthodox insofar as that every member was an adopted one, but that only meant Kyle is just as much a son of the Corps as Hal or Guy or John had ever been. He may be Oa’s last son, may not have known that he belonged to the Green Lanterns until their light was all but gone, but he would never have to be lonely.

[earlgreylatte]

Three Lifeforms

(Hal Jordan x Blue Lantern Reader) Where Hal is the one that grounds you after a big reveal and the Justice League is always in everyone’s business.

“Three life forms detected.”

Hearing the status from the ring, you and Hal exchanged glances, finding that the abandoned planet you two often visited in between missions wasn’t as vacant as you initially thought.

“Hello—!” Cupping your hands around your mouth you began to shout out, only for Hal to immediately envelop more than half your face with his stupidity big hand, as he pulls your back into his chest.

“What are you doing?” He hisses, looking around worriedly, as you try to shove him off you.

“No one is ever here but us, someone might have gotten stranded here,” you explain, trying to look up at him.

“That doesn’t mean you should go announcing yourself to a possible hostile!” Hal retorts, tightening his grip on you.

You’re sure Barry or Batman would have felt vindicated amusement in how your usually reckless, highball partner was forced to take up a certain level of caution when paired with you. While Hal Jordan was an optimist, even he had nothing against a wielder of the hope ring.

“So what? No one can stand a chance against a Blue Lantern and Green Lantern, you’ve said that way too many times to count,” you finally escape his grasp before turning around to face him, “Besides, if they need help, it’s my duty to provide it.”

The man before you sighs tiredly, shooting you a wry grin. “Maybe you should have been the Green Lantern with how stubborn you can be, berryblue.”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?”

*

“Come on, there’s no one here! We’ve been here for hours—“

“Less than a hour.”

“Let’s head home, order some takeout, watch watch whatever tv show you’re obsessed with right now, maybe fool around a bit-“

“Hal.”

He groans, before splaying himself against you, relying on you to keep him upright.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been alone, don’t you want me to take care of you?” His hand travels lower, giving your bottom a generous squeeze, eliciting a strangled yelp and punch from you, which he only laughs at.

For a second, you think he somehow flustered you enough that your knees felt weak enough to buckle, but with how your head felt like it was being drilled from the inside, you conclude that this goes beyond Hal Jordan’s charm.

“Babe,” he starts, but stops when he sees you bring up a hand to massage your temple. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a headache. I’m fine, Hal,” You assure him, gently pushing him off.

You can already tell he’s furrowing his eyebrows beneath his mask before he brings his hands to grasp your arms, pulling you closer to inspect your face properly.

“Your ring should have negated anything like that. God knows how many migraines—“

“Hangovers.”

“—you’ve cured for me. Something’s going on.” He frowns.

“Just tired. We haven’t been home in months, it’s probably just taking a bit of a toll,” you reply, ignoring the way your vision becomes blurred.

“More the reason we should go, then.” He declares, his face hardening into the determined expression you’re more than familiar with.

“Not until we find whoever else is here.”

He groans out your name in exasperation.

You’re sure that he’s giving you a lecture about self-care, probably adding a salacious remark or two. But you’re unable to register him when the world around you begins to tilt.

*

He’s calling your name. Not ‘babe’ or some other embarrassingly gushy pet name . He’s definitely worried. So when your eyes flutter open, you’re not surprised to see the distress on his face as he cradles you to his chest.

“How long was I out?”

“You…only a couple minutes,” he answers, his grip on you tightening for a moment, “Come on, we’re going home.”

Scowling, you squirm in arms, but his hold remains steadfast, much to your fond irritation. “It was just a dizzy spell—“

“That was not—!”

“I’m fine. Besides, we still haven’t found whoever else is here!”

“They could be the Pope, and I still wouldn’t give a shit!” He bites back, his hand flexing on the meat of your thigh, mindful enough to not strengthen his grip on any further.

You furrow your brows, I mean, yeah, you’re literally Jewish.

“Give me a boost, will you? I’ll have us back in the watchtower before it’s Spooky’s feeding time.”

When you remain still, he jostles you lightly, but you avoid meeting his gaze.

He growls out your name impatiently, before softening.

“I’ll have Guy or Kyle do a scope here as soon as we get you checked out,” he promises.

“It’s probably nothing,” you grumble, before acquiescing, focusing on his ring and augmenting its output, “Gently, Hal.”

“Only because you asked so sweetly.”

*

Powered down and tucked into a med bay bed, you toyed with the ring on your finger as Hal finished off the leftovers of the meal J’ohn brought you.

“Sure you don’t want me to get you anything else?” Hal asks leaning forward on his chair.

“I’m fine,” you reply absentmindedly. You’re sure he’s looking at you with that dumb, loving expression he gets around you, when his brown eyes soften enough to resemble melted chocolate, so you avoid looking at him lest you break.

He places his hand over yours, giving it a light squeeze, “You were just overworked, don’t worry, Nurse Jordan will you have up and running in no time.”

“Liar. You were the one saying something has to be really wrong for my ring to not cancel everything out,” you scoff, trying to fight back a smile when he winces guiltily. “Well, your bedside manner isn’t too bad, though.”

With a soft grin he climbs onto your bed, nestling one of his arms behind you so it’s wrapped around your shoulders, moving around until you’re settled against his chest, as he uses his free hand to lock fingers with yours.

“You’ll be just fine,” he quietly assures, thumb rubbing against your hand soothingly, “After all, there isn’t anything we can’t figure out together.”

“Because of our rings?” You mumble as best you can with your cheek smushed against him.

“Because I’d literally tear reality apart for you and you’re my stubborn, intelligent, gorgeous girl that’s going to outlast everyone.” he responds casually. You really can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “But yeah, the whole ‘strongest weapons in the universe’ thing too.”

You let out a breathy laugh, nuzzling against him, only straightening up when J’ohn returns, expression as enigmatic as ever.

“One of the functions of the hope ring is to keep its wielder in peak condition, especially since its speciality is regeneration, correct?” He asks.

“Always wakes up without an ache or creak in her back, her ring surpasses mine in that regard,” Hal comments, squeezing your hand.

“Yes, I think its effect on your physiology is more proactive than anyone could have anticipated.”

“Just spit it out,” you sigh, wanting to rip the bandaid off.

The Martian clears his throat, suddenly look awkward, “There really was no way for you to realize, with the ring working to negate any symptoms and attempting to keep your body in optimal condition, that you are…with child. Second trimester, I would guess.”

You’re very sure that you’re brain just blue screened for a second, jolting back into reality when a tension you didn’t notice in your partner immediately faded, “Oh thank god.”

You look at him incredulously as he grins sheepishly.

“Sorry, sorry, but I was really worried it was something terminal or some galactic virus!”

“Weren’t you telling me not to worry earlier?”

“Yeah, you’re a Blue Lantern, worrying is my job between the two of us.”

J’ohn clears his throat again, pausing your debate, “We can have our on-staff medical team oversee your…condition, or we can refer you to trusted OB-GYN on Earth. While rare, a ‘cryptid pregnancy’ is still completely safe. It’s just good we were able to catch it so early.”

“Yeah, imagine if you randomly went into labour in the middle of space,” Hal states, visibly shuddering at the thought.

You groan, burying your face in your hands.

“I’ll leave you two to discuss this privately,” The Martian excuses himself.

You feel two large hands wrap around your waist, and in an instant Hal has manhandled you in his lap, his back hitting the pillows you were just propped up on. He buries his face into your neck, humming contentedly.

“What are you thinking?”

“What are you thinking? You’re awfully calm when this is probably the last thing you’d want, flyboy.” You retort with a bit more venom than you wanted, but he only nuzzles his nose near your pulse point.

“I’ll admit that when I got this ring, I figured I wouldn’t do the whole family man thing. I mean there was a point where my feet wouldn’t even touch the ground, between sector shit and the airfield,” Hal starts, “but being with you, I realized that I wouldn’t have to ever tie myself down because it would never feel that way with you. Not that I would mind you tying me up.”

Despite your best efforts you laugh, and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Whether we’re on Earth or on the other side of the sector, I’d be happy as long as you’re the one holding my reigns. Lantern or not, I know we’ll be okay. So being married to you and raising a kid…what’s not to want?” You remain silent for a moment before relaxing against him.

“I won’t say I’ve never thought about this before and the ring is definitely going to make the process unfairly easy,” you begin quietly.

“Oh, yeah, bet there are a lot of ladies that just hate your guts for that alone.”

“So, I—,” you pause for a moment, Hal patiently waiting, “I want to do this. With you. I mean, I’m scared but overcoming fear is kind of our thing.”

Hal’s hand comes up to tilt your head back to press his lips against yours. The angle is a bit awkward, but Hal leaves you breathless nonetheless, and even now, he’s smiling.

You pull away with a shriek, when his other hand reaches up to grope your breast. “No, just like I thought, it’s definitely bigger. More sensitive too.”

“You’re the worst,” you complain without any real heat.

“Hey, just checking!” Hal grins deviously, giving you another squeeze before you’re interrupted by the sound of a certain bat clearing his throat. You would have jumped out of Hal’s arms if not for his grip on you, clearly unashamed of cuddling you even in Bruce’s presence.

“Hey, Spooky, here to congratulate us?” Hal asks and you resist the urge to elbow him for being so obvious, but the other man only hums in affirmation and you realize you should have known nothing goes unknown to the bat.

“And to assist in anyway you two would need.” He approaches you and hands you a pile of—

“Brochures?” Hal observes. “‘How to handle your super bundle’, ‘How to go from Superhero to Super Parent’—who the hell made these?”

“Not like we’re having a super baby that could try to claw out of me ‘Alien’ style,” you note.

“While you two are both normal humans, that doesn’t mean you won’t have our support in having a new responsibility added to your already busy lives,” Batman affirms, “We will also set up a college fund when your child is born and cover medical expenses and the like. And—“

“Wait, too much info,” you massage your temple, “Since when did we have all these resources? Oh, Clark wasn’t kidding when he said you paid his rent!”

Bruce only smirks in response. Rich people.

“Alright, alright, we get it, maybe don’t try to send the love of my life into an existential crisis?” Hal interjects. Softie.

“We can talk more later. Some of the parents in our community have monthly meetings. I’m sure Barry will be sending you invites and reminders as soon as he finds out,” Bruce says, looking vaguely amused.

“Hold on, how many people know? How did you even find out? Did J’ohn tell you?” You question, furrowing your brows.

“As soon as you two arrived, Clark heard a third heartbeat, and we all know he can’t contain himself on these matters.” Bruce explains already heading for the door, deeming the conversation done. You have no doubt he’ll be popping around Coast City in the coming months though.

“He’s such a gossip, or more like everyone here is,” you complain, “Better tell Barry and Ollie while you can. They’ll be mad if they find out from the grapevine.”

“Guess we got a lot to do when we get back home,” Hal muses with a stupid grin, probably already planning out a green, space themed nursery.

You hum, leaning back into his hold before jolting. “Third life force!”

“Huh?”

“The—ring—third life force! It knew!” You sputter out, glaring at your finger accusingly.

Hal stares at you for a moment before bursting out in laughter as his shoulders shook, once again burying his face into your neck, which did very little to muffle him.

“Hal!”

Low key my worst fear, but it’s Hal and I think he should acquire a child if dc isn’t going to write him being a big bro to air wave. Also I want his dick LMAO

Masterlist

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

How many people do you think batman had to see die? Because batman can't save everyone and this is Gotham, it's not a game, he has most definitely seen people, kids bleeding out to their death and know that they won't make it

Do you think he has held a child in a alleyway, leaning on the tattered wall, and let blood pour out of this boy, maybe a teenager, maybe just a kid, but held them so dearly, rocking them, humming, telling them that he'll be there till it ends, and do you think that during those times, a child so Little would have asked why it's ending, that he didn't want to go, and asked batman to come with him just for a bit cause he was scared to go alone, it doesn't matter what age, how many do you think he lied to? So that they could rest just for a bit, and then held on to that for the rest of his life? And had to move on. Move on and plan for the next day.

Do you think it was the reason why he was late for a few justice league meetings? Holding on to a dying life he knows he couldn't save, lying to them, comforting them, and then arriving late to get interrogated,blamed, for not being on time, and offering a simple offhanded excuse.

?knowing that tomorrow he has to escort another soul because there are no angels anymore to do so, lie to them that he'll follow them through, then turn around at the gates of heaven to drag his bloodied feet and follow his footsteps back to hell?

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

A Martyr From the Ashes

For everyone in the fandom saying saying that Danny thinks Martian ManHunter is cooler than Superman, we don't really see it all that much in writing.

I'mma try and fix that...

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The Martian Book of Legends held the heroic tale of Saint Da'han'yul Fen'tuun of Mars, a sickly albino priest of a small town that held marriages, sermons regarding life and how it should be enriched and lived to its fullest, and specialized in funerals that used cremations with fire, a feat thought to be physically impossible by the masses. As people saw him look into the flames without fear while others cowered, rumors spread that the young man was blessed by H'ronmeer himself, the Martian God of Fire, Life, and Death.

People spoke about how Da'han'yul turned down all attempts at courtship, for he had decided to dedicate his life to bring light in the darkest times to all lives in the name of his God. He was a thing of beauty with a gentle soul and shy demeanor, even the Red and Green skinned who had still held a firm belief on the caste system could not deny his charm. How the terminally ill Martian carried on his mission with a smile, nobody knew.

However, tragedy struck on the day that should have spelled the beginning of the end for the Martian people. A parasitic species had invaded the Martian Homeworld and was causing untold havoc. As civilians fled from the threat and prepared a counter offensive, it was Da'han'yul Fen'tuun who charged into the danger headfirst to save his people from becoming prey.

As others pleaded for him to run away, in a great bright flash of light, a gigantic Martian loomed over the enemy emerged where the ill Martian stood, coated in flames in a form they've never seen before with a halo and body that burned a haunting green.

The deafening silence still held as the enormous creature brought a massive fist on the giant pale walker that was destroying homes. A wave of its hand sent a wall of green flames raced towards the foot soldiers, reducing them to ash while his people and buildings were not harmed in any form without an ounce fear of these fires the creature used to purge the enemy. Within the hour, the threat had been neutralized and peace was brought back to the red planet.

As the Martian people looked to the titan, they knew. H'ronmeer's had chosen his most loyal servant, Da'han'yul, as the avatar of his wrath to smite those who would bring his people harm. The people hugged and wept tears of joy and cheered for the priest and H'ronmeer for saving them, but the tears soon became tears of sorrow.

The giant groaned in pain as he fell on one knee as it began to crumble into ash before the people's very eyes. Like a flame, Da'han'yul Fen'tuun had burned his brightest when life needed him most, and now death called to him as it slowly extinguished it to give him peace. With a final message, he pleaded to his people to come together as one and to not see one another as lesser or greater than, but as equals who can help one another in the darkest of times and the hardships yet to come. With his final moments gone, a final telepathic embrace was given to all before he fell silent for the last time.

The massive pile of ash that were his remains was brought back to his little village and made into a beautiful garden of ash in the temple where the newly titled Saint made his home in, where it would be made a holy site that many would come to give their thanks and pay their respects for H'ronmeer' and his champion alike.

And for centuries, peace was held before it was shattered by Ma'alefa'ak, who unleashed the Fire Plague to take vengeance on his people for his inability to experience the psionic way of life that was the norm. His smile as his people screamed in anguish was knocked off his face in the most literal of terms when a Martian struck him down and had him by the throat.

A Martian with eyes burning in anger as Ma'alefa'ak failed to break free and was being beaten severely for his crimes against the people of Mars. A Martian made entirely up of ash and green embers.

Saint Da'han'yul Fen'tuun had returned, if only for a moment longer. And he was not happy.

Quickly, one by one across the planet, the martians set ablaze burned a gentle green that healed them. In this miraculous act of divine intervention, not a single Martian had lost their life. Most were now unconscious with labored breathing being heard.

J'onn watched on as his brother screamed in agony as his body burst into green flames as a pool of ash began to swallow his brother whole. Before disappearing entirely, Da'han'yul told him the punishment his brother would be facing.

"Ma'alefa'ak's psionic abilities have been awoken. He will be sentenced to become a living flame until he has lived the collective life span of all that he has tried to extinguish."

J'onn was too stunned to speak. With how long a Martian can live, it was the equivalent of telling him his brother would be suffering for an eternity. It seemed unethical, but he knew his brother had dug his own grave the moment he saw the reanimated remains of Da'han'yul Fen'tuun's ashes take swift action.

"Everything will be ok now, J'onn. Go to your family and tend to them.

"Da'han'yul...Thank you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you when you were still alive." J'onn solemnly uttered as he looked to the ground, unable to look at his deceased youngest brother.

"Nonsense J'onn, it's not your fault...The caste system...it–"

"I could've done more! Instead I saved myself instead of being there when my brothers needed me most!"

"J'onn...you were just a child."

"It makes none of it right!"

He was right in that aspect, but it still didn't feel right. Ma'alefa'ak' was ostracized by society, was treated like a freak of nature for lack of natural gifts and he wanted to burn society to the ground in the most literal of terms because of it.

While Da'han'yul, the forgotten youngest brother, was treated horribly for being albino and treated cruelly. He contracted a deadly disease when he separated himself from the family to live in isolation with other albinos that made him sickly and cut his life expectancy down severely. Knowing what befell him, seeing him struggle to move and hold down food at times while J'onn and their parents did nothing.

These tumultuous emotions sat in J'onn for so long. The way he wanted to go and help them both, but the fear of association and social punishment for merely being seen with his brothers made him cry when he younger for being so weak willed. It wasn't until their parents bragged about the sacrifice their forgotten child had made, the sone they purposely scorned made him snap.

"J'onn, promise to keep my message alive for me. Help our people become whole again."

"Of course, brother." Is what J'onn tells him as he watches his little brother vanish again for a third and final time.

[too0bsessedformyowngood]

Do you think the general public in the dc universe knows all the superpowers of each hero in their own city (or the bigger heroes). I just thinking, heroes probably don’t advertise their powers or what abilities they have so the flashier and more used powers are more well known, but the subtle, or not outward powers are probably more obscure knowledge or speculated on.

Just imagine like people making Wiki articles or known powers of each hero and getting in debates of what powers so of them have. Like on Reddit there is a long ongoing article of weather or not Superman has super-hearing and x-ray vision or has echolocation. Like when Batman first showed up some people adamantly thought he was a shadow demon or could control darkness, and there still resents of that with like people trying to spread ‘gotcha facts’ that Batman can actually control clouds and that is why it’s always overcast in Gotham. Or like ‘Top 10 Superpowers you didn’t know these Justice Leaguers had’ videos and on there is like, “Martian Manhunter has Telepathy, there has been reports from people who he has saved of him talking to them in their mind while saving them.” Even misconceptions of what group a hero is a part of. Like some people adamantly believe Starfire is a Super just from a different family and that’s why her powers are just slightly off, like they confidently believe that Tamaraneans is just the group of Kryptonians she is from and refuse to do any research or listen to new information.

Just the general public in the dc universe speculating on things about the heroes that wouldn’t be as well know or known really at all by the general public.

[hanasnx]

hi indy, ily 🖤

if it piques your interest, may i humbly request your thoughts on a jealous j'onn j'onzz? i was so excited to see him on your list. maybe oliver or barry got a little too close for comfort, did something thats innocent by human standards but maybe is considered intimate for martians, idk about the setup i just want that sexy green alien to ravish me and show his possessive side 😫

i've tried my hand at some martian manhunter smut if you want more inspo, but I think the world needs more of your version. no one does it like you. that one post you did of him forever ago still lives rent free in my head. i reread it more often than im comfortable admitting.

xoxo sid

ps: sorry if this shows up twice, the first time I submitted it it said it failed

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event! — request DC characters.

You don’t know what you’re doing—honest. It just so happened that your lover J’ONN J’ONZZ was busy with his responsibilities, and they were taking a little longer than expected. So you hang around, make some small talk. Barry Allen had grown pretty fond of your face on the Watchtower, going as far as to keep you company next to the coffee machine while you wait. “Two sugars, right?” he asks, stirring the warm caffeine in the paper cup. You nod, and thank him when he hands it to you.

He was debriefing you on his latest successful mission when another friendly face shows up. “Here you go, champ.” Oliver Queen tosses up a breakfast bar, and out of muscle memory you reach to snatch it. “Can’t have coffee on an empty stomach.” he says, but you know he couldn’t care less, he was just trying to unload these nasty League brand protein bars on you.

“Thanks, Ollie, always lookin’ out for me.” you quip, and when you spot Barry eyeing up the bar, you offer it to him. His super-metabolism is no secret. While he tears into it, Oliver rests his tailbone against the table next to you, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

“You waitin’ up for the Jolly Green Giant again?” he inquires, glancing down and subtly scanning your figure. You notice how close he is to you.

“Yeah, J’onn just wanted to finish something up. Barry’s been taking good care of me though.” you explain, looking to Barry before you take a sip of the coffee he made for you.

Barry, with a cheek of granola, smacks it to the side and responds to the conversation, muffled by a full mouth, “I was just tellin’ her about that thing with Mirror Master, you were there for that, weren’t you?” There’s a discrete tone to his voice you can’t deduce, narrowing your eyes as you watch him enclose on your space. His gloved hand rests against the table next to your hip, and he inclines toward you and Oliver. Suddenly, things are a little hotter.

“Well, who do you think took him down? You were too busy looking at your reflection.” Oliver jokes, but there’s more of that underlying passive aggression, and your brows furrow as you switch your attention to him. You’re not really sure why your two friends are talking like this, as if they’re in a fight.

“Excuse me, guys—“ you begin, toeing out of their way while they speak over you. A voice alerts all three of you, snapping up to J’onn.

“My love.” he greets. “You waited on me.” The statement is tight-lipped—more so than usual for your J’onn. It piles on your confusion, and you step out from the two men.

“Of course I did.” you tell him, and muster a smile, approaching him. Only then do you notice how his hands hide behind the cascade of his cape, and how they’re clenched into fists.

It’s not until you’re able to retreat to privacy in his quarters do you understand what went on, and it takes the coaxing of intertwined bodies to get him to open up.

“I told you that I would only be a short while. Could you not entertain yourself with better things?” he asks, planting a heated kiss under your ear as he rocks into you. Your legs folded up on either side of him, clutching onto his neck, you can feel the reverb of his voice against your chest.

“What?” you gasp. Hands slide up your thighs to meet the crooks of your knees, hooking the webs of his thumbs to fold you over yourself as he raises himself. The new angle has your eyes fluttering and rolling into the back of your head, biting your lip to ground yourself. His ribbed cock strokes the roof of your insides, and they pulse around him in response.

“You are being coy. Is this one of your games I don’t understand?” he wonders aloud, husky and curious. “Two men duel for you, in front of you, and you don’t address it.”

“‘Duel?’” you parrot dumbly, breaking you out of your lust-driven trance for a second before you fall limp again as soon as his tip brushes that spongy spot inside you. “J’onn, what is this about? Is this really the… best time for it?” you whisper, your hands seeking out his to overlay them for some sense of closeness.

His grip on you tightens, and he alters his pace. It’s stronger, more purposeful, and you hiss. “They flaunt their achievements,” he speaks through gritted teeth, “they offer you acts of kindness, and when I enter, you act as though you’ve been caught. Well, I earned you, and I prove it now.”

The walls of his quarters in the Watchtower are not sound-proof, and it seems as though this is the first time this reserved Martian is grateful for that.

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 163

Danny learns while being held by the Giw that he can in fact make portals. For whatever reason he can call the portal even with anti ecto cuffs. They start out small and unstable. Disappearing with the blink of an eye.

It’s only when he is being dissected it’s a fully formed portal. Only lasting long enough to engulf him. Table and all.

He has no idea where he’ll end up. All he knows is it’s somewhere on earth and he is still strapped to the table.

Some potential places he could end up. The Kent’s barn, in front of Martian manhunter, in the middle of the gala, the middle of a legion of doom meeting, the middle of the justice league, maybe even in the middle of a Wayne family dinner.

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinkin of Meat Marionette Bruce and his relationship with the Justice League

It'd be hilarious if like, he was still a founder but doesn't go out for any meetings or whatever with the public so the new league members in the beginning have no idea about him lmao. They just see this giant cloaked thing crouching next to the computer one morning and understandably freaks out and brings Superman and Wonderwoman running to clear up the misunderstandings lol.

Also thinkin about @phoenixcatch7's idea of head rubbing portraying trust and the idea of Bruce leaning his head against Clark or Diana to get pets for comfort. Just getting real close and practically exposing his neck to show that he trusts the two of them with his life.

[corner-master]

A Refuge in the Afterlife?

DPxDC Crossover prompt

One day a message from space is sent to Earth, a call for assistance for the last survivors of a destroyed planet. The Justice League, of course, receive this message and a Team sets out to make contact with the group, ready to offer them whatever supplies they need and perhaps a location to rehome themselves.

Among this team would be one of the Green Lanterns, Guy or Hal, who are of course curious about why this group sought out Earth specifically instead of reaching out to the Corps? The answer to that question being quite simple:

To save the souls of their dead.

As it turns out, with the destruction of their Home World the survivors believe that not only are they at risk of becoming lost souls upon their own deaths, but the very Afterlife dimension that was attached to their world is at risk of ceasing to exist unless they find another world whose Afterlife can take theirs in as well, combing the two as one.

And wouldn't you know it, the surviving priests and/or mystics have received word from their endangered Ancestors that the Earth has a King of the Infinite Realms who may be willing to do just that. Once they reach the planet, they would be so grateful if the Justice League would be willing to help them petition this King for asylum for their people, both dead and alive.

The only problem?

This is the first time anybody from the League has even heard of this so-called King, and now everybody's scrambling to find out whatever they can about this being. And what little they are finding is nothing short of alarming. A mad tyrant who tried to invade the living world?! Yeah, they need to get on top of this fast, before the Refugees arrive!

Meanwhile, Danny just felt a shiver run up his spine and wonders if it's because his dad's latest batch of fudge came out a little too ecto-contaminated.

(Spoilers: it wasn't the fudge).

My personal Head-canon when it comes to the infinite Realms: the reason why we don't see any other religious figures or alien beings, is because Pariah Dark screwed up relations so bad with the other afterlife realms that the infinite realms has become largely cut off from everything else but Earth. Too much greed and trying to conquer shit to be considered a good neighbor, even by demon standards. Doesn't even matter that Pariah's been sealed away, it's still his dimension as long as he exists, and the absolutely hostile environment and denizens there prove it.

The word of today that inspired this post is Syncretism: (via wikipedia) the practice of combining different beliefs and various schools of thought. Syncretism involves the merging or assimilation of several originally discrete traditions, especially in the theology and mythology of religion, thus asserting an underlying unity and allowing for an inclusive approach to other faiths.

[jesncin]

Do the martians have clothes that shapeshift with them or...?

Martians don't need clothes since they can just shapeshift their form! They still buy clothes every now and then though. Think of it like the gems from Steven Universe, how they feel about themselves changes how they look.