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Fuel the delusion. Letās see what the Justice League men would be like as lovers. This is my take on it, so Iām mostly focusing on the New 52 version of them. Enjoy!
TW: Sm*t.
Key:
Shallow ā fluff. | Deep ā sm*t.
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Batman.
Shallow: Weāve seen him as a gentle lover in most cases, and I agree. Heās the kind to remember anniversaries and gently keep his touch on you when youāre in public..AS BRUCE WAYNE. As Batman, I feel like itās an energy thing. He has a strict code on not being too emotional on the field, but if he loves youā¦youāre not his weakness but you are his dollar store kryptonite. Expect sarcastic quips over the comms and constant location tracking.
Deep: The man is a detective. That kind of thinking rewires your brain big time. Heās always trying to uncover and understand everything that poses a risk to himā¦youāre no exception. Heās using any moment you have together to explore your body until you yell out the safe word. Heās highly likely to overstimulate himself until it hurtsā¦just to see how far he can take it. Despite being a ācleanā man, heāll make a mess of every room and every inch of you. Heās the type to record your moans just to listen to them while researching something. Not really a toys guy, but I wonāt be surprised if he uses his own gadgets against you.
Superman.
Shallow: We love angsty romance but this man is a green flag. I donāt think itās in a cringey way though. Clark is excellent and reading the room, so heās the kind to be very observant to you. Heāll know when you need a pick me up and when you need some space. Definitely a huge sweetheart that acts like a Great Dane. Clingy and immediately forgets his side when he gets extra touchy. I feel like heās such. Quality time lover but because of how busy he is, heāll be the sort to bring you random trinkets that remind him of youā¦like a superpowered otter.
Deep: The man is beyond careful. If youāre a hero with good durability, heāll test the waters slowly while mapping out what you can handle. A very traditional kind of man thatāll make love in the safety of his home. Rarely will he engage in anything outsideā¦but he can be convinced. If youāre a human, heās beyond hesitant. You once suggested kryptonite and he almost cried. I will say, if you get him there and heās convinced, heās the type to whine because heās holding himself back. I have this headcanon that Kryptonian physiology is different when making a child the organic way. Pincers to latch into you, little tentacles to connect to the ovaries, and endless spurts to ensure reproduction (can you tell Iām hesitant to using pure filthy words? Lol).
The Flash.
Shallow: The man canāt focus but he is dedicated. Definitely the type to get you anything you want with little to no question. One of the few heroes that would choose you first over his mission. The type to learn as much as he can about your hobbies and interest. You can see him multitask when heās out doing League stuff and heās not shy about saying what heās doing. The fastest man alive, despite being late and very aloof, is the most sentimental man alive too.
Deep: I donāt think heās a quick finisher. In fact, it takes him longer to get there. Like Superman, his endurance is insane, so safe words are needed for sure. Itās the one activity he tries to keep the speed force from. He wants to feel you in every capacity at the most human pace. If you want something wilder, he might not do it at first but heāll end up folding and suggesting it first. Heās not really into the wildest things but he has a few positions he loves to rotate. Hint: they resemble exercises runners tend to use when stretching.
Green Lantern (Hal Jordan).
Shallow: The type to make you laugh even when you donāt want to. He believes that if he can make you laugh, it buys him more time even though youāve stressed that heās the only one you love. Actually, more like youāll love him forever. Maybe you got together before he became a lantern, or he loved you after, but heās the type to take a picture of you wherever he goes. Heās the beacon of will because youāre his real power. Heāll brag about you to every living and non-living thing on and off this planet. You have insecurities? He canāt see them even if he tried. He thinks heās a catch, therefore the person heās dating is just as hot (if not more).
Deep: Iāll say he does have a wild side. In space, in the sky, in the military base, on the watch towerā¦Hal can be caught red handed just giving you the time of your life. He loves your moans and screams, so heās the type to learn exactly what makes you tick. I will say, in the beginning he seems like the type to focus on his pleasureā¦so later on he could end up mindlessly being repetitive because he thinks thatās the only formula to keep you happy. He never uses the ring in bed, but heāll always find a physical alternative.
Martian Manhunter.
Shallow: From two worlds, heās a gentle lover troubled by the violence of his past. The beginning would have some turbulence because he needs to translate how his people love and how humans love. Especially you, heās trying his best to learn. Heās a sweet talker and every word he says is honest. He cannot hide a single thing from you, which makes you his weak point for sure. Unlike most of the other heroes, I think heās the most likely to come to you for advice. Whether youāre a hero or not, heās a really good listener. If you buy him gifts, he might appreciate the sentiment but not fully understand the weight of it. Instead, you two are more likely to create your own love language.
Deep: The most open minded lover of the entire League. If he told you that he loves you - in both Martian and human terms - you can ask him to do anything and he will do it. You need him to morph into your favorite fictional character during sex? He will. You need him to alter parts of his body into your kinks? No questions asked. You want to spend the day siting on his face? Heās honoured. If you do utilise his abilities too much, he might feel like a tool and not a lover, and I donāt know if heāll talk to you about it. However, all he asks is for your mind. Some people need to keep eye contact while they do it, others want it roughā¦Martian Manhunter wants your brains to create the love child that is your unified pleasure.
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I can do a part two with Aquaman, Cyborg, Dr. Fate, and Green Arrow if you guys want it. Iām just lazy.
What if there was an hour in the middle of midnight? A little Drabble of Clark Kent having a good week, only to come home and thereās a little surprise. You.
TW: Slow burn.
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You know, not a lot of people talk about how beautiful Metropolis is at night. Itās not known to befriend shadows but it makes the dark look inviting. Friday rain turned the City of Hope into a seemingly European corner. The ground glistened with relaxing puddles that kissed sparkles onto the silent skyscrapers.
Tonight, no one could ignore how beautifully Metropolis sparkled.
Clark took an extra hour coming back to his humble (not really) apartment. Usually, heād just turn into an empty street corner and fly homeā¦but tonight the city encouraged him to take the more familiar route: aka, the human path. It felt like a little bow to wrap up his surpassingly good week. No crazy villains, not as much overtime at the Planet, and even his parents spent the week at their friendās ranch. For the first time in a long time, Clark Kent had the world all to himself. So, when his keys announced his arrival, he stood in his doorway confused. Why were you there?
āHeyā¦ā It warmed you whenever his deep voice cracked a bit. It only emphasized that boyish charm thatās been dangerously growing on you. āI didnāt-is everything okay?ā
You know he was too polite to chase you out, but he wasnāt the kind to pry too hard. Instead, he gently closed the door like it would rattle you into sanity. Your clothes couldāve drenched his apartment but dry cleaning wasnāt as cheap as TV shows made it look. You had sprawled your raincoat over his couch and sat cross legged, making sure not even a drop stained his living room. He took his shoes off and felt the small bursts of wetness coat his socks. If he closed his eyes, heād still find you.
āIām sorry Clark. I didnāt know where else to go. I was tired, scared and hungry. I owe you leftovers by the way.ā You wouldnāt say that your voice was unsteady. Youād faced so much hardship in your life that staying calm felt like second nature. He eyed the fridge curiously but surrendered when he saw the washed dishes. Guilt makes people do the craziest things. āCan I sleep on the couch? Is that too much? YOU CAN SAY NO. I donāt want to impose-more-than-I-already-have. Oh my gosh Clark, say something.ā He now sat on the table right in front of you with his lips tightly wrapped in a line.
āDo you want to talk about it? I mean, Iām here to talk about whatever it is if you want to.ā Sounding calm was your thing. You last worked at the Daily Planet two years ago and Clark was the most awkward person if left unattended for too long. Why was he so levelheaded right now?
āYeah-I mean no. I donāt know. I got fired todayā¦ā He hissed with even more understanding. One of his palms rested against his knee like a philosophers statue frozen in thought. You were frantic, but every movement had you jerking back because of the slashing residue. Your mini silence made him believe there was more.
āGeez, Iām so sorry. Reallyā¦is that why youāre scared?ā It would scare anyone so obviously, but his eyes still narrowed a little your way. Even focused, you could tell there was kindness behind that.
āI just renewed my lease and I feel like I canāt breathe.ā He stood up with a purpose, like those words injected him with drive. He raised the end of the couch to reveal three folded blankets. Your hands instinctively reached around you, but you donāt recall seeing him throw one around your shoulders.
āI have a second roomāJimmy and I used to live together because he moved closer to that camera store a month ago. He said he wanted the latest one but I donāt understand his motivations if Iām being honest.ā The ice between the both of you hadnāt broken just yet. Your mind was racing, and your eyes found the silhouette of dancing trees through the window. What were you going to do? What were you doing right now? āHey, itās no trouble. Iām not home a lot and I would never charge you rent. When I first moved here, I didnāt know where to start. All I had was some of my folksā savings and a printed map of the city. If I can help in anyway, I will.ā
You couldnāt even look at him. His sincerity felt like an infection, and right now it brought out your nausea. He took a breath and looked around. Clark hadnāt vacuumed in two weeks and he needed more groceries. Despite not being equipped, his mother would rarely come over to check on himā¦so his home was always ready to harbour someone in need.
āPasta or pancakes?ā He was already at the door, now tossing an umbrella between his grip.
āWhat?ā If sentiment didnāt relax you, confusion certainly did. Your eyes found his own and you looked at the umbrella. āClarkā¦are you feeling okayā¦?ā
He laughed.
He actually had the audacity to laugh in the middle of your crisis. āI mean for dinner. I felt like pancakes but I thought you might like something warm. Ma makes the best pasta but all you have is me. Iāll do my best to recreate itā¦just donāt tell her that I tried.ā
Pancakesā¦for breakfast? A spare room?? Jimmy likes cameras that much??? It might seem like nothing, but it was information overload for you right now. So much so that it brought you to your feet. Eyes bringing a flame to the drizzling backdrop of the city.
āWho eats pancakes for dinner? Thatās how youāve been living?? Maybe thatās why Jimmy really moved out.ā You threw your raincoat around yourself once more. The little drums of the mess you made reminded you to clean once you two got back. You grabbed the umbrella and walked through the door he had to quickly open, mission in mind. āSoup. Weāre both eating soup and youāre not allowed to offer me food.ā
Your warning didnāt go unnoticed as Clark locked the door. A little tension drifted from his shoulders seeing you pivot your stress. Naturally, thatās where heād keep your thoughts for tonight.
āCome on,ā a debater emerged out of him after a good deep laugh. āyou canāt knock it off without trying it. Why should pancakes have a time limit?ā
āThey donāt.ā
The both of you now stood at the front of the apartment. Clarkās head turned left towards the small convenience store: Your eyes scanned the best route to the closest Whole Foods.
āā¦but I do. No more than three months Clark. My severance can cover part of the rent and expenses. I promise to do everything I can to get out of your hair.ā
Clark turned to you with modesty. Your frown didnāt leave much room for rebuttals, so he had to stick to plan A.
āHow about we talk about it after dinner? Then again, I get really sleepy when I eat after 7pmā¦so first thing tomorrow morningābut shoot! I have that meeting with Perry for theāā
You relent and sigh, but he smiles.
āā then weāll talk about it whenever you get the time.ā
He always had time for you though, but that wasnāt for you to know.
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THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT OMG. Now Iām committed to a whole fic. I just got excited because this is my first post and aaaaahhhh. Anyway, I need to relax. Enjoy! Shorter content to come I PROMISE.
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