Okay but J'onn and his superhero girlfriend, one of the only black women in the League getting caught on video engaging in an orgy with several other heroes, including Wonder Woman, Green Lantern (John Stewart) and Vixen. Photos and private texts get out and the media firestorm is insane. 😭
Batman has to pulls them all into an emergency meeting because WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?!
There's one video of J'onn with no shirt on and he's kissing his girlfriend's and Diana's necks. And how did Green Lantern turn Vixen's leg that way?!
The situation is like the Herogasm thing from The Boys comic.
So a lot of y'all nasty harlots out there seem to think that J'onn sucks toes (it's me, I'm the nasty harlot). And I'm trying to figure out how...he even learns of tbe idea. Because he deffo seems like the type that has a breeding kink and I FEEL LIKE either Flash or Batman showed him some nasty videos or something and he got hooked.
Like J'onn was angry as f*ck because his boo was away on business — meaning no kinky time — and Batman gives him some...videos to "relieve himself" during his lunch break.
J'onn deffo walks around wondering why the cute watchtower tech he works over isn't pregnant. She's so sweet and caring, and she has a boyfriend. So J'onn, being old-fashioned, is wondering why she is not round and about to have babies.
J'onn wonders to himself if he should just do her boyfriend's work for him. 🤭
Okay but Gaz x black reader who is a medium. She and him go to a black history museum with real artifacts from people who have passed. She says she has been seeing things in the weeks following that trip but Gaz thinks she's just jumpy and needs melatonin or something — there has to be a logical explanation. One night, they're sleeping and he gets up to get some water. He comes back to see 'someone' standing over her. The person is an old black man who looks like he was wearing period clothing. Gaz is FREAKED OUT. He tries to tell the rest of 141 about it but they think he's nuts — that is, until Ghost sees a woman walk through a wall while Gaz's wife is on base.
Everybody has weird encounters when she's around except Captain Price.
One day, he's dogsitting their dog for an hour while they're out and he is barking and growling at something at the top of the stairs. Price goes to see what's bothering him and he sees a white man standing at the top of the stairs wearing an old military uniform.
Price shouts at the man but the man just walks away. Price pulls out a weapon and searches the entire top floor but finds nothing.
Then, things get worse.
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Who should be the main male love interest for this story?
john price would trap you with a baby. no questions asked. he knew the years were catching up to him. he knew that wouldn't be much longer before he couldn't pass on the price genes.
he felt bad when he masturbated, felt like he was wasting his boys. spurts of hot cum down his large shaft wishing that it was inside a pretty little things smaller cunt. his hand was too rough even with lubrication. he needed something with supple flesh that he could sink his teeth into and a wet pussy to stuff full. he wanted to feel himself impregnating someone.
that was where you came in.
you felt amazing, sex with you was something else. the way you were like a bunny when you rode his cock. you bounced on him, not slowing down until he wrung at least three orgasms out of you. he found it endearing that you could take him. and while cowgirl was fun and missionary felt classic.
if price wanted to get you pregnant then, he knew that doggy style would be the best course of action. sadly, that position was a little more difficult given your size difference. price the bear and his little cub, those weren't just terms of endearment. he was burly, hairy, but you were so much shorter that he couldn't easily slip into you. but things could always be modified.
he smothered you under him as you laid on the bed with your legs spread and price was on top of you with his cock invading your slick entrance. the feeling was different and the weight on top of you only added to the pleasure.
his mind was focused, as he worked himself into you. he slid in easily, little resistance from you. your pussy was greedy for him, not that price could blame you. you were just so perfect for him. he shaped you into the perfect thing for him. you were his angel, the sweetest fruit, the woman he wanted to carry his child. if you liked it or not.
thoughts of you dark puffy nipples, the waddle in your step, the complaints of back pain. how your body changed because of him, he marked you in a way that no other man could. price boys grew strong and were a handful both in the womb and out. hungry boys too, but price would happily massage your fat tits to make sure there was more than enough milk for his boys. might have a little taste himself, see what all the fuss was. the heavy milk on his tongue as he fucked his pretty wife.
no need to go out and find a job. price's got enough to make sure that your wallet and your womb were packed full. no need to worry your little head, just make sure the babies are taken care of and price will do all the thinking in the relationship. he knew your dream was to see your diploma on the wall, but he thought that a family photo would be much better.
hard to complete your degree when your pregnant belly doesn't fit in the lecture hall seat or it was feeding time for john jr. there was nowhere for you to nurse his hefty son and you'd in the end miss too much class because price would be keeping you at home to start on the next one.
"that's it, doll. that's my girl. she suckin' me right in. she know what she wants and she's takin' it. made just for, huh, petal?" he growled as he pressed into you further, his cock didn't slip out. he fucked you feverishly.
he felt you tremble as you came not once, but twice, back to back. price continued to fuck you, ruin your pretty little folds and let him feel as much as he could of your sweet sex. you felt amazing, only pussy price would want. he fucked you roughly with his hands pressed into the covers on either side of your head. you were too blissed out by the time he finished inside of you that you didn't even ask for him to pull out.
a good wife took every drop.
he soon after pulled his cock out, the sight of his cum sticking to your slick pussy lips with most of his seed inside of you. made his cock peek at attention once more. "there she is." he purred, "messy girl." he tipped your hips up and held them in his large hands. he dipped between your legs and played with your pussy. something to distract you while his cum slid into the back of your pussy.
Ghost and his wife and the guys enjoying desserts that she made for the Task Force but she brought their spoiled ass cat with them, and they keep begging the other soldiers for a bite of whatever she made.
Ghost catches her sneaking their black maine coon a small bite and he's chastising her, telling her that's why the cat is fat now.
The cat ends up in Price's arms since he's her new favorite and she loves him.
Y'all. Do we think J'onn mind control his boo (with consent) during sex? Like he told her about his powers once and she gets ideas. He initially refuses but she begs and sweet talks him into it. J'onn ends up using her as his little mind-controlled kink doll and this becomes a favorite game of his. 😫🤭
Okay but J'onn being grumpy because both he and his boo are superheroes and they're super busy and haven't fucked in WEEKS. He is...backed up. 🤭
@prettyvintageafternoon
i audibly snorted. backed up is putting it lightly lol. he’s snarky and being rude to people asking dumb questions (wally & hal). every second they get alone is brutally interrupted by someone’s communicator going off. the problem wouldn’t get resolved until bruce finally connects the dots. bruce locks down the medbay for four hours and gives j’onn the keys before doing that disappearing thing. it’s safe to say the medbay needed to be thoroughly sanitized once they were done.
Okay but J'onn and his girlfriend, a black woman who's a watchtower technician, spending time together on a Friday night. J'onn was ready to rearrange her guts and they're kissing on the couch after dinner. Then, there's a knock on the door. Clark is there with Krypto.
J'onn reads his mind immediately, "Clark, no."
Clark: "Aww come on, J'onn. He'll be good this time."
J'onn: "He ate my Oreos last time! And you are dropping him unannounced."
Bae: "Is that a dog at the door?!"
J'onn winces. She's an animal lover.
Bae: "Aww hi, baby!" She crouches to rub Krypto's fur.
J'onn: 😒 "When are you picking him up?"
Clark: "Two hours. Bruce called me for a mission."
J'onn: 🙄
Bae: "J'onn, we can watch him, right?" 🥺
Krypto: 🥺
J'onn: "Fine."
*J'onn now sits on the couch, watching as his furry nemesis gets all the kisses from his girlfriend*
Is it me or does Martian Manhunter look like he can be mean as fuck when he wants to be?!
Imagine J'onn has to meet this black woman - bougie-ass, mean CEO type because she can help the League with something important, but she is hateful as fuck and not used to anyone standing up to her.
She says one sideways thing to J'onn about his Martian heritage and his response is fucking vicious.
OC: You are such an...interesting color. Must be a Martian thing. Although I guess your people are no longer around so I can ask them.
J'onn: *smirks* Yes, it is a Martian thing. I can turn any color - including the shade of lipstick your husband's mistress uses.
OC: *angry but also did this man just stand up to me?!*
Okay but Superman trying impregnate bae with a half-Kryptonian baby. Y'all know that Tiktok trend of couples eating after sexy time? Superman is eating his breakfast burrito and smirking as bae is knocked TF out.
So, I was thinking about a video that I saw earlier and I would like to politely ask my fellow black people to come to the front so that we can have a discussion and impart some wisdom upon y'all.
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Black people, we don't have to put hot honey on everything.
Hear me out!
I saw some dude on Tiktok with hot honey yam, hot honey Mac and cheese AND hot honey yams. At some point, you get too creative with the food. 🤣
What's next, hot honey waffles?
Hot honey birthday cake?
Hot honey chitlins?
I don't know if this is a trend like that Dubai Chocolate trend I've been seeing, but hot honey catfish is diabolical. (And I would love a plate.)
Should I write about a black woman who is a chef and she makes Martian Manhunter hot honey catfish?
'As a nation, we need to focus on the real enemy...the cameraman from Love After Lockup.
This guy is filming these ugly ass men who are fresh from prison AND the fucked up lace front of one of the women waiting for one of the guys to get out.
I need to write a fic where J'onn and his girlfriend watch and react.
