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#⋆-✰-⋆ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ [ SKILLSET. ]#⋆-✰-⋆ ᴀʙʀᴀᴄᴀᴅᴀʙʀᴀ ᴢɪᴍᴢᴀʟᴀʙɪᴍ [ INSP. ]

storytellerlane:

It was hard not to get swept up in the spell that Zain just naturally cast upon men. Hell, Lewis was one of them that sort of swooned a bit when they had met at an event he was working press for. He looked like he literally stepped off the cover of GQ, so how could any man with a pulse not swoon just a bit? After their first meeting, they had continued to run into each other over his friendship with her co-worker and friend Clark Kent. The world really was a small place if Smallville knew a Zatara.

He had seen the captivating man upstairs before his lovely exit from Perry’s office. There was no way in hell he was about to sit there and speak while he was ready to rip apart things. As he stood there just grumbling to himself as the rain hit down in front of him, he saw a shadow looming over him. A small eye roll came about as he saw the other smiling. “haha, very funny, Zain.” He chirped out with a small smile curling on the edge of his lips. “I guess it makes this day a bit brighter.” He mumbled out turning to face him, and that was when that small smile fully formed. “Who knew you were such a gentleman?” He teased as he crossed his arms over his chest before reaching a hand out and poking the other’s firm chest. “Just so you know, I can save myself. I don’t always need Superman.” He kept poking for a moment before removing his hand. “So, are you supposed to be my knight with an umbrella?”

Of course, what defense that was quick to finds its way at the Lewis’ usual tenacity earned a knowing smile though it was just as quick to turn into a sigh—one playful in its relief as Zain’s form swelled into straightening up into the confines of his sharp ensemble. “Well, I try to be—but now that I know that I’m actually not far behind the Man of Steel, I might just try harder now,” he nodded, smile widening into a beam of a grin as his grip tightened around the umbrella and steadied it against the downpour that weighed a little more—more than enough to actually even stall some and take a pause and decide whether the bad weather was worth braving against --------- but that’s the advantage of preparedness.

“--------- where are you headed to anyway? I don’t have my pumpkin carriage at the moment but this one’s big enough for the two of us…” the magician continued on then, nodding off to the streets as if to urge the other that he was very much fine to accompanying him.

#storytellerlane

#⋆-✰-⋆ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴍʏ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs [ AES. ]#⋆-✰-⋆ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴀᴢᴢʟᴇᴅ [ VISAGE. ]

#⋆-✰-⋆ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴀᴢᴢʟᴇᴅ [ VISAGE. ]#⋆-✰-⋆ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴍʏ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs [ AES. ]#out here to kick ass kinda lewk

beatupwithacrowbar:

the red hood’s muscular frame continued to struggle, to make sudden movements while he was levitated mid-air. powerful legs pushing left and right, kicking into nothing but nothingness to try and get rid of the aching want and pain that coursed through his tensed body. the magician was slowly working his magic – touching him, using spells and incantations to lesser the heated state of the man’s body. although, it would seemingly become worse as zain stated while trying to soothe jason’s thick muscled frame that was completely stripped from its clothes.

the purple, illuminating ring around the base of his cock trying to expel the swollen feeling and sensation that the vigilante was experiencing. doing its best to calm the sex organ and prevent it from hurting more than it already did. the man’s cockhead was now shown, pushed through the thick layer of foreskin and showing in its throbbing mushroom shape. oozing the beautiful pearly liquid that was jason’s precum, aching to spurt out more but prevented because it was withheld from being touched properly. “i’m trying— i’m trying, it’s hard.. when everything feels so.. heated.” nevertheless, jason had been through more fires than this one. he was able to perform under pressure – even if that pressure was the desire to fuck, to get fucked and to simply unload. hell, poison ivy had given him plenty of hard times where he was considering in fucking her into submission instead of fighting her. “yes—” he nodded, trying to focus on the other’s ministrations. the soft, gentle caress and knead of the man’s hairy and firm pectoral. “jesus— yes.” jason moaned.

Bruce had always been a piece of work—John too. Jason was even more so. Temperamental. Aggressive. Unstoppable. And it seemed like his body was a testament to the path that he had chosen to lead—strong and hard-wrought, taut and firm. Power. Fire. That with each knead that Zain had come to dig into the slab of his heaving chest, Jason’s hard back flexed against his own chest and had him feel that pulse that was probably meant to multiply the sensations that it brought on to his very core. Fire. Passion. Where wrath strikes, lust simmers on just as much --------- that a squeeze was enough for Zain to feel that throb around the careful tug of his finger. It was yet another spark of yearning; despite standing behind Jason, he knew that each pulse was another trickle of his precum.

“Got you good, this one…” Zach breathed in with Jason’s rhythm—something deep, something enough for him to feel that warmth and catch that musk that was all Jason. Heat. He was almost feverish against Zain’s form as he let his fingers slide up along the other’s shameless member, exposing him further as the sensitive head revealed the fat knob of itself as the skin was pulled back before Zain pinched the underside of it and hummed a low growl. “--------- and the fact that all you knew was push and prod is making it worse… your cock’s too eager…” he chuckled—and having to adjust himself against the heft that leaned back against him garnered an easy rut against his bare ass.

#beatupwithacrowbar

#⋆-✰-⋆ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴀᴢᴢʟᴇᴅ [ VISAGE. ]

storytellerlane

The reporter leaned back on the elevator wall after he pressed the button for the first floor. It had been a long day trying to get Perry off his back for his so-called reckless behavior. A small chuckle slipped out. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded. All he did was hunt down a lead that may or may not have led him into lovely establishment that was the front for one of the major crime families. It could have happened to anyone, but that’s not how Perry saw it. He saw it as another bad choice added to the laundry list of ‘Lane’s Dumb Decisions’. That was one of the last things Perry barked at him before sending him on his merry little way.

A roar of what sounded like thunder crashed down bringing him out of his thoughts. “Great. What else could go wrong?” Lewis grumbled to himself with a heavy sigh attached. He pulled out his phone right as the doors opened to the lobby. His eyes grew wide as he saw the rain pouring down. All he could do was chuckle. “You know this is what I get. Follow one lead to restaurant and your whole day goes to hell.” He moved out of the elevator shaking his head.

Sometimes he questioned if all he had been through had been worth it. As he looked down at his phone, he pulled up some app for food. If he was going to wallow then why not do it with food? Just as he moved forward a bit. He felt himself knock into the door. “Fuck!” He grumbled as he moved back. As soon as he stepped back, he just stared outside and spoke aloud with people standing around. “Could this day get any worse?”

mcstercfmcgic-a-blog

Maybe it was because he knew the man—or maybe it was because Lewis is undeniably good looking and had actually graced and blessed the television with his charmingly measured wit and candor—that he was easy to spot among the usual flow of the crowd within the Daily Planet. Though unlike newspaper headshots and set styled looks, exasperation was obvious enough that what little hello that spurred Zain on to walk up and planned on throwing onto him, his steps had turned even more certain as he made his way through what flow of people that were just rushing out to brave into the graying weather that was looming over the city. Figures. After all, what’s a simple weather forecast against one capable of clairvoyance? That with a smile and a smooth lift of a hand—a thud and a flap of blackness that opened up like a wide flower—Zain held up an umbrella over the both of them while he offered a greeting of a smile to the other.

“Well, this isn’t a Superman saves Mr. Lewis Lane kind of scenario,” Zain finally spoke as he nodded on to regard the other. “--------- so I do hope this doesn’t fall into the worse day category.”

#hat trick: storytellerlane #storytellerlane

lieslmakesthings

NBC’s Constantine / DC’s Legends of Tomorrow

#⋆-✰-⋆ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡᴛ [ JOHN. ]#this phrase has a lot of different versions and zain has heard them all #A L L

thaumaturgically

Detective Comics #843 Opening Night

#⋆-✰-⋆ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄɪᴀɴ's sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ [ MUSING. ]#[ MEDIA. ]

#⋆-✰-⋆ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴍʏ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs [ AES. ]#warriorsnsfw

[ ✨ ] @ofodinson

To be quite honest, the lady’s knowing smile—though sincere and kind—was a little bit unnerving for the magician. Not that he didn’t like overly-welcoming old ladies that is one breakfast spread away from force feeding him right in the middle of their quaint bed and breakfast, but it was mainly because of the fact that she was keeping an eye on the Odinsons. Newlyweds. Honeymoon. That while it seemed like Zain cashed in on his luck for being married with an actual Asgardian, one that oozed with such majesty and beauty that every movement he did was a distraction—more so since he was practically bursting in his clothes despite how they should have been baggy on some mundane human—he was more distracted by the fact that he is, indeed, one of Asgard. A god on earth. It was like working with Superman—except he’s more than willing to play the part that a greeting from her alone was a cue for him to pull him for a sideways hug and have his face pressed against the proud swell of his breasts --------- all the way up to their room. Also for a normal human perspective. Every time they come back, Zain was reminded of how they both dwarfed the room so easily—it was enough for the magician to shoot the other a glance as he let his weary form find respite on the edge of the bed.

“--------- if the lead is right, we still need to wait until tomorrow to continue on with the search,” Zain shrugged, humming on as he tried to pull on at the vestiges of ley energy to make sure that the wards in the building were intact. He sighed then. It was a day of seeking information and he just needed the shower really. But he is a Zatara. They are and always have been the greatest of hosts. “You should clean up, I’ll try to find a place that can deliver a feast to sate your godly appetite.”