anon messages will be ignored if creepy , weird , or a bad idea for writing ... also i like spooky and weird content so block me if my reposts or posts r weird to u (nothing terrible but i love horror and things in that realm..)
no specific dni , just don't b a zionist or a bad person ... or be anti my favs...
i literally just swapped all male main characters in superman, peacemaker, and the batman
starts under the cut
lily james as clara kent / superwoman
there is something so clark kent about her in the big in general, but she also has a similar face to david corenswet
alia shawkat as jenny olsen
throw a ginger wig on her and make her a masc lesbian with a roster of femmes #IMIN
jayme lawson as mrs terrific / michaela holt
absolutely beautiful woman but i do think she shares a subtle likeness to edi gathebi also have a crush on her
linda cardellini as gal gardener
she's a similar age to nathan and for also she just has this vibe...
vanessa kirby as alexandra "lex" luthor
i wanna see her be evil.. this one is purely on vibes and nothing else.
PEACEMAKER TIME!!!!
betty gilpin as christine smith
again — i have a crush. but also i've seen this one enough to where ive started to become partial to it
mary elizabeth winstead as adriana chase
throw her in glasses and she gives female freddie stroma
melanie lynsky as jane economos
she's tall.. and i have a crush.
THE BATMAN TIME!!
kristen stewart as bryce wayne
she really does look like robert pattinson. also! i have a major crush on her!
jessie buckley as the riddler
this one is random, i know. doesn't look anything like paul dano, but there's something about her where i feel like she'd just kill a role like the riddler
note : hi i replayed the quarry and i miss them so much and i just had to write happiness for them... and smut but whateverrrrrr !!!
WARNINGS : mentions of belching/vomiting , softdom!laura, bottom!max, unprotected p in v, oral (both), praise kink, use of pet names (honey, baby, princess), teasing, handjobs, edging (ONCE IM SORRY).
"Honey I know." He mumbles as he pulls into the motel, Laura sits beside him pleading for him to keep driving— She's saying the words 'Only 5 hours!' like makes him wanna do it more, he's bobbing in and out of consciousness. "Come on." He stops his car, leaving the keys in the ignition as he turns it off. Turning his head towards her, she's stupidly hard to say no to. Wide eyed when she wants to be, but he can't really see her face. Vision foggy as he verges on passing out, she groans like a kid and opens the door.
Max offers a kind laugh and follows suit, retrieving their backpacks and wandering towards the front desk. He pushes in, a much older lady stands at the counter, a salad with far too much ranch sits beside her. The smell strong as he belches a little in his mouth, he begins "Hi, we just need a room for tonight." She doesn't even bother to look up at him as she types away at the keyboard, adjusting her glasses. Charms on the side jangle as she moves about. Keys slam on the counter, he fumbles to get his wallet. The silence making him unsure of both the price and the room. He places down the last cash in his wallet, 27 dollars.
It's crumpled, but she just pushes the key forward. He grabs it and wanders outside— "Strange lady." Laura murmurs, following him as he scans for a room. "Jesus.. Stupid fuckin' pen— Baby!" He says, stopping and making her look at the barely there numbers. He should wear his glasses, he really should. But that's a thought for when he gets home. "107." She quickly replies, he nods and scans. Finally slipping the key into the door, he doesn't even turn it all the way before it opens– "I'll block the door." He says, kicking inside and blindly searching for the light switch.
It's cleaner than expected, blue wallpaper yellows at the edges. But the singular bed in the side was clad with clean sheets, the smell of dust merely a whiff, a headache inducing apple smell fills it instead. Max belches– Again, kicking it out of the wall. He throws the bags down, scanning the rest of the room. A small bathroom sits on the edge, the concept of a hot shower and running water genuinely making a him little hard.
He can hear Laura mumble happily as she plops down on the bed, she's been complaining about neck aches everytime she wakes up from her far too long car naps. She keeps trying to steal a neck pillow, but she opts for his sweatshirt wadded up as a makeshift pillow, says the likes the smell. he doesn't get it, but he doesn't mind the implication.
She whines as she sprawls out, Max journeys back from the bathroom, leaning down to kiss her. "I'm gonna go shower honey.. okay?" He says, his hand rubbing her cheek absentmindedly. She just smiles, gleaming against the soft mattress, Max mirrors it, kissing her again and walking towards it. He tugs his shirt off, working on his jeans next. He drops them alongside his boxers. Searching for a towel, throwing it over the bar on the outside.
Max is a total bitch when it comes to the cold, standing bare ass naked infront of the shower. Desperate for it to be hot enough to practically burn his skin, Laura complains. Says gingers burn easier— Says he's anomaly. But to be honest that woman is warm in Alaska, she's the anomaly. As steam finally bellows out he steps inside, groaning happily as it burns his already sunkissed skin.
The door pushes open, a very naked and very happy Laura behind it. "How'd you already turn this shit into a sauna?" She complains, tugging the door open and stepping in behind him. He giggles and kisses her again, a big smile plastered on his lips. "I'm really excited about being counselors." He says, pulling her under the water. She gasps and sputters, they share a giggle as she finally comes out. "You're a brat!" She exclaims, her lips curves into a permanent smile. He's laughing happily, but it's quickly cut short by her hand traveling down to his hard cock. Breath hitching—
"Laura," He pants, barely managing out as he hits his back against the wall, "Mhm?" She mumbles, littering a kiss on his neck. Continuing to stroke him and bask in the whines spilling out, his hands desperately gripping at the tile. "Youre fun when you're like this." She mutters, running her finger over the tip.
She basks in it for a while, until his voice breaks through and fills her in on how close he is. She's begging for him to follow through, his hands find her hips as he finally lets go, coating her stomach and fist in cum. He pants as he looks up, her hand drifting off. Washing everything off her in the far too hot water, murmuring cusses as she watched it drip off her body. "You're mean." He mumbles as he finally catches his breath, she takes some of the complimentary soap and starts scrubbing his body, he gasps a little. The cold liquid a far different sensation than the steaming water. She's rubbing it into his skin, he smiles.
The rest of the shower is simple, the exchange of power. Scrubbing hands in eachothers hair, offering small kisses. As they finally shut it off Laura retrieves the towel, wiping off her drenched form before handing it to Max. Mirroring her actions. She pulls it from him and ties her hair up in it, looking like (as Max says) 'A young babushka' She doesn't much like it but.. the sentiment is there.
He waddles out, looking at her, she smiles and turns to retrieve their clothes, "Do you want your car shirt or the hoodie I stole?" She calls out— "Car shirt!" He exclaims, toying with a scar under his nipple. She comes back and throws the shirt and sweatpants at him, he finally looks at her. Clad in his highschool hoodie she's co-oped as hers, and some panties she promised she didn't pack "You said you didn't pack lace!" He exclaims, looking at her with his jaw agape. He shrugs on his sweats— "I'm also know to tell you harmless lies." She smiles, kissing his cheek and beginning out of the bathroom.
He slips his shirt over as he begins out behind her, "What else have you lied about?" He asks as he steps out, finding her rummaging for snacks. "That I like that one Arianna Grande song you're obsessed with." His face contorts and his jaw drops, "A boy can't be obsessed with Arianna Grande?" He says, mock offense as he looks down at her, adjusting his sweats a little. He drops onto the bed, Laura finally showing herself. A bag of goldfish in her grasp. She crunches and begins to pace, "So if we leave by 3 tomorrow we should be there by 8. But that if is every road is open, and no traffic so maybe we shoot more for 2:30?" She explains.
He nods, letting her babble about her plans. Despite her not being behind the wheel, she calls almost every shot. He's kinda whipped, but Max likes it that way. Doesn't have to think, did that too much at school. So during the summer, when Laura kindly takes that off his plate. She's still babbling, murmuring more quiet. Some words cut off by a handful of goldfish. He's just listening to her, ignoring his phone buzzing under him.
She flips back around, placing the bag down. "We'll leave at 1, there's a burger spot I wanna try down about 2 hours. Well hit that, then just directly shoot to Hacketts Quarry." She explains, less so an offer more so a command. Max nods, "Sounds perfect honey." He stands up and nears her. Hands finding her cheek as he kisses her softly. Lauras hands find his face, turning his mostly innocent kiss into something more. Pushing her lips against his desperately.
She walks a little, Max following suit. Stuttering over his feet a little, kicking over the bag of crackers— But that's a problem for later. Cause the back of his knees already hit the bed and Laura's already gnawing at his neck. Thriving on the barely there noises he's letting out. Her hips moving just enough to egg her on to keep going, biting and kissing at his skin, her hands traveling under his shirt teasingly. His hands have found a home on her hips, looping under her panties more so to ground himself than to get them off.
But he wouldn't mind if she took 'em off.
"You're so pretty like this." She says against his skin, biting then soothing it with a lick that trailed from there to his ear. Kissing and nibbling back there, she lets her hands roam. Feeling the impatient tug of her panties, lifting her hips to help him get them off. Unlike normally, he takes the initiative and pulls them off swiftly. Throwing them to the side and smiling as she lowers herself back down onto his thigh.
She looks down at him, smiling before tugging his shirt up and off. He offers her a wonky smile as she leans in to kiss him deeply. When she pulls off he leans forward, trying to capture her lips back. She'll tug a little at his lips, smiling as he whines.
"So good." She mumbles, putting herself onto her knees and crawling off his lap. She pulls at his legs and forces him to lay down. Bed on the pillow, he gasps and giggles before being set down. "I forget how strong you are honey." He manages out, watching as she toys with his waist band, tugging down a little and laying a kiss right before where he really wants it.
He tenses a little, "Please." He breathes out his hand on her arm. "Please what?" She fakes concern, hand dipping down finally. "Anything.. Just please." She's pushing herself lower.. and lower. Her head settling between his legs, finally tugging everything down. His lips part, she brings her hands up to his cock. Rubbing the bead of precum around before placing her mouth down on it. His back arching.
She smiles as she begins to work on him, he's finally moaning. She's basking in every second of his groans and whimpers, her name cracking on his tongue as he tries to speak it. Hands traveling into her hair, tugging a little as she runs a tongue over the tip. Shes looking up at him through her lashes, and despite the vulgarity of eachothers actions— there's a sense of innocent love laced into every movement
"Fuck!" He exclaims— his last thought lost a little as she brings him right to the verge of orgasm. She pulls her head off, he quickly pushes up off the bed, looking at her as she pulls off. "What? You wanted to finish?" She says, wiping her face on his hoodie sleeve. He just nods, and looks at her. She shrugs and rolls over. "Please." He whines, she playfully groans and moves back between his legs. Barely touching him. Ghost like contact.
4 minutes of this leads to his stomach soaked again, he pants. She takes advantage of his unmoving form to settle infront of his hardness, not doing anything until he's back and ready to pay attention to her. His breathing settles into a normal rhythm, "Can I?" She says, adjusting herself a little. Max just nods and she continues, lifting herself up and lowering herself back down.
His breath hitches, hands finding her hips as she sets a gentle rhythm. Enough to make him plead her name, she's smiling as she looks at him. Giving him a more intentioned movement of her hips, he moans again. She's thriving in this— She always does.
The first time they had sex was junior year. Right after prom, his mom stupidly left him home alone, and Laura's mom was under the false pretense that she was crashing at her best friends house. Instead of that she's sat on his clothed lap, moving just like she is today. But this time there's less layers, and a hell of a lot more dynamics involved. It only took 6 months for them to realize that Max couldn't do it. Couldn't be on top, and that same night, Laura realizes she enjoys having power over him.
So today, she rides him in a hotel room, hundreds of miles away from home. Letting him finish inside her. Murmuring silent praises and quick pet names. She smiles and lets him recollect himself— She leans down and kisses him. After a minute he searches for his sweat pants, tugging them on alongside handing Laura her panties. He slips back into bed.
"I love you Laura." He peeps out, smiling happily at her. She mirrors it, "I love you too, Max."
a/n : if this reads like two women having sex it's cause i am a lesbian and near exclusively read lesbian smut.. but anything for lauramax
warnings : cheating, guilt, drunk makeouts, mentions of being taken advantage of, sfw but mentions of sex, dom/sub dynamics alluded to.
they weren't fun drunks. both of them had admitted that after their first drinks. mumbling 'cut me off' but eve is a lightweight and drunk lois is too stubborn to let clark take a drink from her hand.
it had drifted up, holding a beer as high up in the air as she can. clark really could of just reached up to grab it— but she was getting on his nerves a little. so today, drunk lois wins against superman.
eves head had found a home on jimmys shoulder, his hand stringing through her hair absentmindedly. she was humming and babbling affection. Her salt rimmed martini now both forgotten, and without salt. clark groans, plopping down and watching lois down the rest of her 17 dollar corona. he shuffles out of the booth and waddles up to the bar paying his— and jimmys tab.
he rejoins them, jimmy cocks his head. "We're going." He says, his voice adorned with a sternness lois knew well. It was professional, a voice he'd use when clad in his cape, stern but not unkind. his slouch now lost as he offers his hand. jimmy mirrors, but it's much easier to get the blonde up.
she pops up and practically sticks to him like glue, lois doesn't move. just shakes her head. "Baby, let's leave." he's somewhat begging at this point, hand still held out. eyes wide and puppy like, she groans and takes it— and he's thankful she does. Within a second of her getting to her feet she's right back down on the booth. he hoists her up again, getting ready to swing her over his shoulder. "Clark. No." she hides her slurring as best as she can, it somewhat works. his hands slide away from her hips.
"I'll take a taxi." She says, dusting herself off and looking at Eve. Jimmy keeps trying to signal to Clark that they need to step away, he's practically giving him a hand shadow show with his movements. His eyebrows push together and he helps her down back into the booth. Eve pouts and holds her arms out as they recede into a dark corner of the bar. He starts
Eve plops down, head in her hand as she looks at him longingly, lois perks up. "So you and Jimmy are really a thing now?" She asks, still a little journalistic when drunk. probing for both a story and something to annoy jimmy with. it's been kind of hard getting side remarks about how she's 'practically climbing clark like a tree' and barely having anything to throw back at him. eve finally speaks, "yeah." is all she lets out, lois opens her mouth but quickly slams it shut as eve looks over at her. her eyes are wide and her mouth is open— she's locked herself in for atleast 20 minutes of conversation.
but eve is far to pretty to say no to. she's explaining the weekend they had after she was out. it's actually kind of cute, he bought her dinner; watched sex and the city. fucked— she kind of always just assumed he was good in bed, you know. from all the attention he gets, but hearing it so viscerally from such a pretty mouth is a jarring experience. she wasn't too partial to sharing how clark was in bed.
he wasn't bad, he was amazing if she was honest. but that's the last thing she wants people to think of when they look at her boyfriend. i guess it's the first for eve.
she was somewhat thankful for clark's arrival, she was halfway through talking about him flipping her over. she couldn't even look him in the face as he smiling at eve, eyes strictly on clark. "Eve, Jimmy wants you to come with me and Lois." He explains, his smile kind against her face, she just nods. Lois's face morphs into something new.
"—I never said I was going with you." She says, which is true. she did never say that. "We're going to your apartment." He adds on— "Oh." She replies, she swallows and nods. Shuffling out, his hand sits on her back. She can feel that he's angry, somewhere deep down underneath the confusing feelings that spurred on when she was looking at eve he stepped away, there may have been a bit of remorse for her attitude.
eves heels clack as she follows behind the two of them, jimmy follows beside her. As they step outside clark moves to flag down a taxi, behind them is the two lovebirds making out, every free second is time for them to be lip to lip she assumes, she still can't shake off the far too clear image in her mind. the one of eve bare under jimmy does start to ease in a little easier than the opposite.
"You should haveve let me cut you off." Clark mumbles, his hand rubbing soothing circle against her back, having traveled past the fabric. she knows he's right, that the second she started talking college she should have been cut off— that maybe after her tab was 45 dollars she should of stopped herself. that's all for sure. but now she's being scolded by her stone cold sober boyfriend. boy is she jealous of his stupid metabolism.
a taxi finally pulls over, "Eve!" He calls out, flashing a smile and letting her shimmey in first. The two of them in next. She's squished between the three of them, knees flush against one another. eves skirt has ridden up a little, in a kind.. friend way. Her hand travels and tugs it down a little— "Didn't want you to flash anyone." lois explains, swallowing and refusing to look up. Eve lifts her hips and lets lois do the work. Tugging it down until it won't move anymore, she hums appreciation and plops down.
it was strangely intimate. the silent exchange, she just.. listened. gave lois the power for a second, a small praise without even opening her mouth, she's riding a high she didn't know she'd enjoy.
when she has a second to not think when wirh clark she likes it. makes her a little giddy, but so does alcohol. and that's the only reason that the 20 second exchange is causing her to heat up. is cause she's drunk.
Eves head settles onto Lois's shoulders, and she mirrors it onto her boyfriend. Snuggling in, his free hand fishes into her hair. he's mumbling directions to the taxi driver, apologizing profusely everytime he feels he's over explaining. "Yeah left here— Sorry you knew that." He breathes out and lets out a dry laugh. laying a kiss onto Lois's head, "Almost home baby." he says.
she doesn't respond, barely even nodding.
The rest of the drive is silent from their end the air con and small curses from their driver being the only think that breaks the tension in the car. as they park he helps both of the girls out of the car, keeping Eve on two feet was a task. but surprisingly, he was successful. plopping her onto Lois's bed as soon as possible.
Lois waddles in behind them, she watches Clark fish through her closet for the Pj's he elected to keep here. The bottoms blue and plaid, his top a plain gray. he slips into the bathroom and changes, his hoodie left on the bed. She looks behind her, Eve still flat against the bed. Nose dug into the blanket
Lois plops and picks it up, shrugging her top and pants off, discarding her bra too. Replacing them with his college hoodie. a pair of dinosaur underwear sitting below it. The bathroom door opens, not without struggle— "Stupid- Fuckin door." He shakes his head and fights the urge to slam it. His eyes drift up and scan Lois, he hasn't seen her like this in months.
not since they were just "seeing eachother" and this was her only option for warm clothes. but now his toothbrush sits beside hers, and there's a pile of clothes he keeps here. it's not the same, but his stomach is popping as if it is.
"I think Eve died." She jokes, pushing her over to reveal her wide awake— "Fuck!" Lois jumps off the bed at the sight of her awake. She laughs and moves, kicking her heels off. Lois is flush against Clark, he laughs and kisses her forehead again before slipping into the living room. Not without closing the door, he wouldn't dare to get between a woman's privacy.
"I- Uh— Jesus I have clothes you can borrow." Lois offers, pushing the other side of her closet open to reveal a dresser. She pulls out a longer shirt and some sweatpants. She finally looks up at eve, who's now lost both her top and skirt within the couple seconds she looked away, her hands are tangled around her back, struggling to reach her bra. "I can help." Lois blurts out, jesus.
"Please.." Eve says, whining a little. The other girls hands work to unclip her bra, as she stands back up Lois's mouth goes dry, she's seen boobs. a lot, way too much at that— college was a time.
but for some reason everything is mixing into a slurry of needing something.
Eve collects the clothes and shifts them back on, "So.. College? You kissed alot of girls?" She can tell Eves talking about it casually, nothing more laced into it.
She nods, "College guys were.. weird. Thought I didn't like guys for a while. Turns out I just didn't like the guys around me." she explains, shifting to get comfy in bed.
Eve mirrors her, but she sits on her heels. Looking at Lois with intention, "I've never kissed a girl. I'm always surprised I haven't." She's babbling, here's another 20 minutes she'll never get back— "I mean like it's not from lack of effort, they just thought it was a joke. But I like girls! Like you do–" she's talking about girls she's almost kissed, about the one time she groped one. about the girl in highschool who she had a crush on despite going to homecoming with their brothers.
"We could kiss?" Lois pops in, the ideas been bubbling for a while. Since she saw her reapply lipgloss in the car. What would it be like to have those lips against mine?
Eves eyes light up "Really?!" Lois just nods and sits up, her hand finding Eves cheek. "Are you sure?" Eve almost immediately nods, her cheeks shaking a little as she does so. She leans in and takes her lips against hers, then pulled off. it's a simple move— Well it was.
Eve pushes right back in, with a fever that heated up within seconds, despite her brain yelling. She mirrors the fever, taking the singular second of parted lips to push her tongue between them. It's messy at this point. It's a true makeout, small noises popping through the edges of their pushed lips. Saliva bunching to work as a lubricant to keep them going.
Her freehand finds Eve's hip, the blondes hands fishing into the others hair. Much like Clark in the car, only this time with tugging and closed eyes.
They finally pull off, catching their breath. They just stare for a second. Lois is waiting for Eve to move, Eve is waiting for Lois to move. Neither do, they're just breathing, tasting eachother saliva that's lingering between their tongues and lips.
They're both looking at eachother like they're in trouble, but they don't care. They resume, pushing in again, only this time. Lois pushes her onto the bed and settles her knee between the others thighs.
dr robby being a serial ghoster . one night stand after one night stand , contacts deleted without a blink of an eye ... using it as a way to make it quiet but instead creating a new hole in his soul .... hmm... much to think about . .. .
tags : robby is written as bisexual , reader is younger (25+) , awkward robby — very awkward im sorry , lots of inner monologue from him , 3rd person but robby perspective
he's terrible at flirting. It's ironic really, he'll stumble over his words, much like a 12 year old boy talking to his first crush. It's the only place he gets like this truly, even in bed the power he holds is barely there, just enough to keep his partner in place. Voice refused to raise— but if you saw the layered deleted contacts you'd be convinced he could talk to women like it was a gift from god, perfect flirting. Praise just right as he mumbles it into his partners ear.
But instead he's sitting at a table, looking up at her like a deer in headlights, he's swallow quietly as she introduces herself. He stutters, laughing at himself before trying again. "Michael." He offers an awkward tight lip smile, "May I sit?" She mumbles, cocking her head at the free seat across from him, he looks at it for a second before nodding he accompanies it with murmur of acceptance.
She pulls the chair out and plops down on it, arms elbows settling on the table as she looks at him kindly. He's sure women have looked at him before, but most of the woman who sit opposite of him are contoured by dim lights and his vision is clouded by far too many cheap comped beers everytime they recognize him from a time at the hospital, feels weird to have them call him Dr. Robby after watching him trip over his own feet on the way to the bar.
"So, Michael. What do you for for work?" She says, eyelashes batting. He's pretty sure he's reading into it, and the sleep deprivation is making her seem more into it than she is, he takes a sip of coffee and says quickly—almost like he doesn't want to admit it.
"I'm a Doctor." He says it like it's not a commendable job, her eyes widen a little, "Woah." Her face contorts and she looks way, elbows pulling off the table— "You snuck me into my boyfriend room when he was sick." He lets out a held breath, nodding. He did, or atleast he's trusting her words that he did that.
He can't tell where this is going, her body language is screaming something so much different than her short words. Her eyes don't even care about dropping down to his lips.
She's pretty, couldn't be younger than 25— If this goes where it always goes. He knows she'd be a pretty crier when her texts don't send, she doesn't deserve that. But does that matter? It's a hookup.
She pops out of her daze as her phone dings, scanning at the text and she excuses herself, "I have to get back to work, but can I have your number?" She asks, minding holding her phone out.
dr robby being a serial ghoster . one night stand after one night stand , contacts deleted without a blink of an eye ... using it as a way to make it quiet but instead creating a new hole in his soul .... hmm... much to think about . .. .
gideon gemstone is a character of all time. spends the first season going through the psychological turmoil of blackmailing his father and working through that guilt and then spends the rest of the show as a mary-sue who can beat up every enemy and crash motorcycles and drive a big monster truck through a militia compound without a scratch. and he has social anxiety
