#especially d--k in a box

[musicallyseducingallthehotties]

Did you know there's over a billion people in the world?

There's over a million in New York alone!

But the only one I'm into is my best friend Ninja Brian!

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[dilfsfordinner]

honeymoon- nanami kento x wife!reader

a/n- in preparation for this week’s episode, this is my ode to my husband

warnings- fem!reader, unprotected sex, praise, missionary pos, mating press, belly bulge, nanami has a big d, implied breeding kink, fluffff

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Nanami Kento had been dreaming of a vacation. Somewhere with sand and palm trees, warm weather, the ocean, you. Now it would take a lot for him to admit this because he’s not a dreamer, per se, especially with his strict work ethic, but the amount of times he had to catch himself during a shift from drifting off in a fantasy about sleeping in or relaxing on the beach, you could say he had started to reflect his child-like self.

Except every single one of those dreams could not rival the feeling of experiencing his honeymoon with you. He’d gotten what he wanted. A private villa, surrounded by greenery with a whole rainbow of colors blessing the space. Red, orange, pink, and especially white flowers would pop out from the dense leaves of the tropical garden that was essentially your front yard, their sweet perfume just light enough to not be too overbearing. The villa was perched in a cluster of palms, the white-sand beaches of the Caribbean literally at your disposal by a pathway from your bedroom, its wood-lined trail leading down to a private oceanside cove of sand and the most vivid aquamarine water you’d ever seen.

It had been five days since the two of you had arrived at your little oasis, 120 hours of complete and utter relaxation accompanied by sheer happiness. You could barely contain your excitement for the trip when he’d announced the surprise destination a month before your wedding, and that giddiness you were once feeling was multiplied tenfold. Kento Nanami was finally your husband. The man you had fallen for was now tied to you legally and emotionally, the two of you matching with the golden bands placed upon your fingers, yours just a tad bit more extravagant with the stone you had dreamt of forged perfectly into the smooth metal.

Your favorite gift you had received though was once again from your husband. It had been given on the day of your wedding, a little white, bow-tied box placed in your hands before the reception. Upon opening it, you were met with a pretty bracelet, a twisted chain of pure platinum so uniformly perfect, you knew your husband had picked it. Your favorite part however, was the tiny charm hanging from the chain, a cursive “k” inscribed into the precious material, a clear sign of your newly wed’s hand in the purchase. “I’m yours now,” he had whispered into your hair, kissing away a stray tear from your cheek before helping you clasp the delicate chain around your wrist.

For days you had thanked him any way you could for his kindness, the two new additions he’d gifted so beautifully thoughtful, gifts that certainly garnered a lot of attention, especially when it came to some.. exerting activities.

It was like the atmosphere had turned you two into animals, your bodies sore from the endless (sorry for lack of a better word), fucking, the tension so thick you could feel it heavy in your chest, the warm, salty breeze flowing through the mesh, white curtains of your bedroom doing nothing to help calm your lustful state.

It was nearly dusk and your current session had started about an hour ago, any and every position you could think of already tried, your body turned and flipped a multitude of times before you were placed on your back again, thighs pushed up against your chest, your legs falling over your husband’s broad shoulders.

Your throat was dry from the fountain of moans constantly spilling from your mouth, Nanami’s name starting to sound like an imaginary word from the amount of times you’d choked out the syllables. Don’t be too embarrassed though because he was just as knocked as you, his skin flush from exertion, sweat dampening his blonde locks, and his usually cool tone of voice had turned desperate, your own name a slurred grumble or groan every time he felt you clench around him.

Your silky, white nightgown had been discarded long ago, the little scrap of fabric on the floor reminding you of what had started this escapade in the first place. The memory of Nanami’s eyes darkening when you’d emerged for bedtime had your stomach tightening and eyes squeezing shut. You’d known him for who knows how long and he still managed to make you feel like a horny teenager with just one look.

“My perfect wife,” he panted into your neck, heavy cock nudging your deepest parts, you could feel him in your belly, could even see him in your belly, the area below your navel molding just slightly into the shape of his cock every time he would push into you.

Your skin was glowing from the last remnants of sunlight reaching through the gauzey curtains, the ocean waves gentle as they crashed along the shore, wrapping you in a cocoon of pure passion, the current moment so perfect and loving, one of Nanami’s hands snaking into your palm to ground you, the other resting beside your head as he kissed the tender curve of your neck.

He was a warm lover. Caring, romantic, a listener. Someone who focuses on giving instead of stealing pleasure. That’s why it was so easy to give him your trust, to open yourself up to him emotionally, and physically. Someone who easily outshined anyone when it came to choosing who to share your remaining years with.

Your ring fingers clinked together when he pushed into you with a particularly needy thrust, the golden bands once again twining as his fingers curled over your own in a firm lock. “Only yours,” you whimpered out, voice almost breaking from your very vulnerable position, your chest compromised as your legs were propped up, the backs of your thighs fitting against his chest, folding over his shoulders at the knees.

Not only did your words drive him crazy, but the little jingle he would hear every time his hips connected with your own had his eyebrows knitting with some primal need to actually make you his. The bracelet he’d gifted you had ended up clasped around your delicate ankle, the silver charm glinting his initial in the low lights, every little reflection catching his peripheral, spurring him on. You had done it on purpose. You had known he would have you folded sooner or later and you knew how much he loved to mark you, that piece of jewelry a literal signing of his name on you.

Your mouths latched onto each other, hurried kisses ending in heavy breaths against each other’s face or neck, eventually your foreheads being the place of rest as he continued to fuck you with every ounce of energy in his body.

“-love you, s’much,” you murmured, voice lilting with the rising pleasure in your core, his thick length prodding every ridge you had to offer, that spongey spot of nerves catching his head with every pass, eliciting a gasp from your lips, Nanami’s jaw clenching as he held himself back from completely plowing into you, your approaching climax drawing a rush of liquid from your twitching cunt, trickling onto his thighs.

“I love you,” he kissed you this time, his strong hand fisting the sheets beside your head, the other still clutching onto your hand as he knocked the breath from your lungs, his cock feeling like a full-blown spear impaling you, the only thing keeping you sane being his mouth on you, and the sweet-nothings groaned from his lips.

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It was dark by the time you two had truly finished with each other, your body curled up in Nanami’s lap as he lounged with you on the large chairs placed outside the curtains of your bedroom, the moonlight bouncing off the waves as they continued their trek across the shore.

His nimble fingers traced gentle shapes on your back, your upper body covered by his blue shirt, dwarfing your form in a pool of fabric, Nanami modeling your “half-nakedness” with only a pair of boxers, his strong legs visible to your very sleepy, but eager eyes.

Some type of tropical, cricket creature hummed a pretty song, coaxing your eyelids to flutter, your body sinking further into your husband’s hold, your cheek nestled gently against the soft curves of his collarbone, his heartbeat steady in your ear.

Taking note of your drifting consciousness, Nanami smiled down at your curled up form, fingers slowly letting up on their brief massage session to brace his hold. “Let’s get you to bed,” he murmured, kissing the top of your hair with such tenderness you almost agreed to get up and listen, but he was just so warm and cozy.

Pretending to not hear him, you put on your best sleeping face, mouth opening slightly to really pull it off, the tiniest of snores leaving you in a very convincing manner. Silence followed your antics before a rumble vibrated from the chest of the man you lied on, a soft laugh leaving him as he took in your ‘sleeping state’, a laugh that had your lips twitching, a smile almost breaking out on your face.

“What a shame.. the Mrs. has fallen asleep on me,” he sighed, voice filled with faux sorrow, and when he relaxed back into the chair, you thought the victory was yours, nuzzling back against his chest to comfortably relax again. That was.. before your world was turned upside down, a yelp echoing from your throat as Nanami hoisted you over his shoulder, your bottom cradled by his large hand as he smiled that stupid smile of his and trekked back into the bedroom, all fatigue gone from the two of you, replaced with the teasing air of aching want.

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[pia-nor481]

Max Verstappen NSFW alphabet

A-Aftercare (what they're like after sex?)

I feel as though he likes to be very sweet and soft so aftercare is very important to him. He's very fond of cuddles and running his hands all over his partner's body, maybe she resting against his chest. He really likes showers together so I think that's really common when at home.

B-Body part (what is their favourite part of theirs and their partner?)

As strange as it sounds I think he really likes his leg (have you seen his thighs and calves? Hot) so I believe he may like thigh riding for that reason. Furthermore, he must really like his girlfriend's thighs, keeping his hand resting on them, slapping them lightly in normal situations. Perhaps fucking her thighs from time to time.

I also think he likes his partner's lips, just so pretty. But also when they're around his cock.

C-Cum (anything to do with cum)

I actually think he likes to cum in a condom. He doesn't like to be messy, so that would help with that. But he would really like to cum in his partner's mouth. However I think he has a soft spot for facials.

D-Dirty secret (just a dirty secret of theirs)

I think, back in the day, he really wanted to have a threesome with Daniel. He never actually asked, but he would still be open to it

E- Experience (how experienced are they)

I think he may actually be very experienced, quite a lot of hook ups too. I'm not sure why I think this but you know. Not to be evil or anything but I think the first few times he would have to be guided a bit.

F- Favourite position

I think a position where he can see her face, so mostly positions where his girlfriend on her back. But I feel as though he would like to hook her legs over his shoulders. Or maybe where she has her legs around his waist and hands on the back of his heads. So things like 'the drop box' and 'counter top'

G- Goofy (how serious are they in the moment)

I think he'd be a lot more serious, even though (off track) he can be a silly, he's a very funny guy. But at the same time I also imagine some very unserious situations- I'll touch more on this in kinks. Over all I think it's 50/50 as his job is very serious all of the time, so he would want something different to that.

H- Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

He's one of the odd few whose pubic hair is actually lighter. I also feel as though he's lazy with trimming it, I'm not sure why, but he doesn't strike me as someone who shaves/trims every few weeks.

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment? Romantic? Pleasure driven?)

He definitely likes to be more romantic, it just in his nature to be caring and loving (not to get into daddy issues or anything) so I see him as someone who really wants to pleasure his partner. But of course there are many times where he just wants to cum, whether that be post race or especially post-interview/ media work. (And he deserves it!!!)

J- Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don't believe he masturbates very often, if he does then it will be because his partner is not with him, or she just isn't in the mood. (We love a consent king)

I feel like he masturbates mostly in his drivers room tbh, with a locked door ofc. But that's where he needs a quick release

K- Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

Acarophilia- becoming aroused from scratching. This sounds strange however, I think he may have seen a lot of media that expresses "if you've got scratched on your back you've done a good job" so I feel as though it's stemmed from this, and it gives him a sense of pride

Cock worship- he likes praise, give it to him. Both verbally and physically, he doesn't like to be edged though

Snow balling- passing of body fluids from mouth to mouth- but I don't think of it in this context. He likes to make out after giving head, or getting head. Can be kind of linked to a spit kink. At the end of the day he does really enjoy dominance (in all aspects of his life) so this is one of them.

Switch- now, I think he can just about be called a switch, as it is very rare for him to sub. He just likes giving up control every now and then. Mostly in winter and summer breaks from racing. This may link with power/role play, as people who dominate and make a lot of decisions in their day to day lives are like to want to give up control in their sex life to ‘get a break’

Role play- he likes his girlfriend to dress up, his favourite is police woman or nurse. He likes to give her a role that had authority.

L- Location (their favourite place)

I think he might really like hotels as he doesn’t have to clean up any of the mess in the room (he tips real good though) He probably favours more ‘domestic’ places, like the sofa (couch but I’m British so sofa)

Yes he is apart of the mile high club, but he felt as though they needed to be really quiet.

M- Motivation (what gets them going?)

Begging, his girlfriend telling him how desperate she is for him, and that he needs to fuck her, he’s just so pleased with himself, and her, that he can’t help but immediately get hard.

Or just generally getting felt up.

N- No (what turns them off)

Anything actually dangerous. For example asphyxiation- he wouldn’t mind having his hand around her throat, or restricting blood flow to her head for no longer than three seconds, to give that breathless/choking feeling, but he would try to steer away from it.

O- Oral (preference on giving or receiving. Skill)

He loves receiving as much as giving. I see him as a pleasure dom so he loved to eat pussy. But who is he to deny an orgasm from her mouth? I feel like he’s quite confident and capable

P- Pace (Are they fast or slow? Rough or sensual?)

Definitely more slow and sensual as he would really want her to feel how much he loves her. He makes love, he doesn’t fuck. But if you wanted it hardcore he’d be happy to oblige.

Q- Quickie (their opinions on them? How often?)

I don’t think he likes them very much. He’s actually quite patient, and so wants to take his time admiring and giving praise. Ofc he does have quickies here and there, mainly in his drivers room, or if he’s running late but still needs some pleasure.

R- Risk (will they experiment? Do they take risks?)

He won’t try it if he doesn’t think he will like it. His mindset is pretty fixed. However if you were to really explain how much you want it and how good it would make you feel, he would be persuaded. But if he felt genuinely uncomfortable he would definitely say he doesn’t want to do that again. But he’s willing to try a few things.

S- Stamina (how many rounds do they go for?)

Again I think he can last for a long time, just not may rounds. Maybe two in a day. He just can’t cum more than that or he’ll be shooting blanks.

T-Toys (do they own any? Do they use them? On a partner or themself?)

He never used to, but if he found out that she owned a vibrator of some kind he’d really like to see her use it. Then he’d like to use it on her, he wanted to know how different the orgasm felt when he was giving it to her. But I don’t think he’d use many on himself. Maybe a cock ring during a role play or when he’s subbing. He does really warm up to them and is willing to try all different kinds to see what makes her cum fastest or hardest.

U-Unfair (how much do they tease?)

In my mind he hates teasing himself, but he knows a little edging can heighten the orgasm so he would never be apposed to it. However it won’t be a spur of the moment thing, he will need to think about it for a while prior to the sex

V-Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

I don’t believe that he is overly loud, very quiet grunts and groans. But he loves to hear his partner, it gives him a sense of pride

W-Wild card (a random headcanon)

A little later into the relationship, where he’s developed a fondness for toys, he though about buying a sex toy advent calendar (he had already bought one before telling her) and he was so excited throughout December as he wondered what was behind the door and how loud her moans would be

X-X-ray (how big are they?)

I think Max is of average length, but he’s very thick. And was very pleased to hear that’s what a lot of women prefer. I think his cock may turn right ever so slightly

Y- Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

I’d say he has a pretty low sex drive, maybe 4/10 he doesn’t see that as a main part of a relationship so he doesn’t think about it as much as people expect

Z-Zzz (how quick do they fall asleep afterwards?)

If he was subbing, he’d fall asleep so quick, defiantly still covered in cum. But if he was dominant, I think it would take a while as he really likes quality time, so he’d like to just talk, whisper sweet nothings, and cuddle for a while, until he gets too hot. (I found that interview so funny)

Let me know any thoughts you have, I’d love to hear.

[just-a-ghost00]

A message from a beloved soul 🕊️

Recently, I felt called to ask for advice from passed on artists that have greatly impacted my life. A few months ago, my role model and most beloved artist passed away suddenly. I never thought this day would come. Or rather I didn’t want to think about it. And lately I feel his energy very strongly. I thought that maybe some of you could need some advice from an artist you miss dearly as well. I’m sorry if this triggers anybody. I thank these beautiful souls that have provided us with light and love for all these years for their messages and I hope that wherever they are in the Universe, their soul is at peace. ❤️

Group 1

Letters : B Y I T J S L G K M U A P G D F Words : guys, tails, mask, Sag, just, Jiluka, Atsuki, July, Aug, days, pay, gay, Yumi, Yuki, Bad guy, kid, must play, guita(r), fly, BSK, family, silk, ask my pals if I still must (???), stalk, dumb, Mt Fuji

Tissue box messages : Singer, blue eyes, Scorpio I TRANSFORM Nov 23 to Nov 29, Capricorn I CREATE Jan 20 to Feb 16, 6th house daily life I LOVE, 12th house Spiritual life I DREAM

Their channeled message to you :

Baby the world is yours to take. Fate is yours to create. No matter the pain, no matter the fears, no matter the obstacles, you must live on. Do you hear me? Live. Scream at the top of your lungs. You can cry too. But don’t give up. I am with you every step of the way. My wings will carry you for as long as I can.

Clarifications - 10 of swords, Black Numen, King of cups, King of wands, 10 of pentacles, 10 of cups

This artist that you are asking about knows that you are going through a hard time and that a part of you doesn’t believe in your ability to make it through but they want to reassure you because not only do you have what it takes but the outcome is going to be much more brighter than you could ever imagine. You’re getting there. You’re so close to reaching your goal. I believe that there are actually two artists that are surrounding you with their love. They are both encouraging you to keep moving, though you may not understand where this will lead you, though you may not see the bigger picture. Because after this period of grieving and emotional turmoil, of hardships and uncertainty, awaits a bright and warm future, full of joy and abundance. While one helps you heal your wounds and deal with possible depression/mental health issues, the other is helping you manifest success in all areas of your life by fueling your fire and inspiring you. You may feel like your creativity is boosted and your mind is fuming with new ideas. Both of them are masculine in their energy. One of them may especially connect with you through your dreams while the other would rather put on your way resources and people that are beneficial to your growth. The channeled message you received was from the one you were asking about. But the other artist still wanted to silently show their support. I believe that in their living time this person wasn’t very talkative but would instead show their love through actions. They remained the same in the after life.

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Group 2

Letters : A V U S E I F S V N A U I M K P Words : miss u, veins, pain, pause, Suki, fave, fame, pave, Mana, Aki, naive, invasive, Nivea, niveau (French for level), suave, Kaname, kiss me, five men, fans, vie (life/live), Pisa

Tissue box messages : Gym rat, creative soul, dorky/quirky, Scorpio I TRANSFORM Nov 23 to Nov 29, Ophiuchus I HEAL Nov 29 to Dec 17, 1st house awareness of self I AM

Their message to you :

My Jade ~ You are so beautiful. Your soul is so beautiful it shines all the way to heaven. God and the angels are so pleased with you. Seeing you grow so much has been my biggest joy and pride. I believe that you can light up this world and save so many people from themselves. But first make sure to save yourself, okay?! Love you ❤️

Clarifications - 9 of pentacles, The Lovers, Knight of cups, Judgment, King of cups, 6 of cups

You must prioritize yourself by choosing to give yourself the love you so willingly give to others. That much is clear. When the time is right and balance is restored, a soulmate will be sent to you to pour more love into your cup. They will come to you slowly but surely. You will recognize them by their piercing gaze and their powerful voice. You know them already. Wow that was very specific. There are a lot of water related cards, three of which can be associated with Scorpio. Then there is also Gemini energy and Taurus energy. I believe that in their living time the artist you asked about was a very generous and wise person. They were probably an old soul and had a hard time finding people they could deeply connect with. I get the feeling that you followed this person since you were a child and you looked up to them. They are a soulmate of yours. Their energy feels very balanced. I believe this person was very spiritual and always did their best to do the right choice and be the bigger person. They would always think of their loved ones before anything else and maybe that is one thing that caused this person a lot of sadness. Which is why they urge you to prioritize yourself. They know too well the cost of overgiving to others only to be left with so little.

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Group 3

Letters : C N L C Z E K U V O T B E A V M Words : clean, zen, luck, black, block me, metal, zone, cat, melon, love u, meat, meet u at ten, note, bone, tune, name, bake, cake, Ameba, volcano, Kubo, Kobe,

Tissue box messages : Gym rat, bookworm, unconventional, Leo I SHINE Aug 10 to Sept 16, Taurus I PROTECT May 13 to June 21, Sagittarius I KNOW Dec 17 to Jan 20

Their message :

Dear friend,

I am so glad the universe has sent me to you. I am so proud of you for fighting for your dreams and doing your best every day to be a better person. You have no idea how much this means to me that you are working so hard to walk in my footsteps. My soul is filled with warmth because of you. Thank you so much.❤️ I love you too!

Clarifications - 6 of cups, 6 of swords, King of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, Queen of pentacles, High priestess

This artist is a soulmate of yours. They had to leave for you to thrive. It was part of their journey to pass on to the other side for you to grow and for them to guide you. It was necessary because their departure triggered an awakening in you. Your gifts wouldn’t have woken up the way they are now otherwise. It was their duty to contribute to your accession to your throne. By that I mean that in order to claim your power and rise up to their level, they had to eclipse themselves and now evolve in the « dark » or in other words on the other side of the curtain. You and this artist mirror each other, especially when it comes to your careers. I would even go as far as to say that for some of you they are a divine counterpart. You are the High priestess. And I saw behind her the Magician. They were the spark and you are the torch that will pass on the knowledge. They’ve taught you everything they had to while they were living. Now is your turn to do the same. You can connect with this person through hard work but also by working on your gifts, especially your intuition. When they were living, they were very intuitive too. They were known as a hard worker and a force to be reckoned with. They inspired people to leave behind what didn’t serve them. And they are now trying to help you do the same thing they did : be a mentor and a guide for others, especially younger souls.

[gothgleek]

Adrian Chase Nsfw Alphabet

TW: mentions of canon torture (nothing explicit or of a sexual nature though), blood, and knife play.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peacemaker or DC Comics or the images used in any form.

Comments, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated 🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This boy is touch starved so no matter how long the two of you were going at it, Adrian will wrap around you like an octopus and kiss your neck.

Unfortunately, Adrian is also cringe. He will give you a high five and thank you for letting him ‘smash that ass!’ Every. Single. Time.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Adrian spent a lot of time crafting his body into the killing machine that it is so he loves his entire body (except his missing toes) but his most favorite would probably be his ass. He likes the way you react when you see it. But before you, it was his abs.

His favorite part of you is your ass as well. He’s an ass man.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes cumming on your ass but if you beg him enough he’ll cum inside you too. If you wear glasses, he likes covering it with cum as well.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes eating ass (but that’s hardly a secret).

He also fantasizes about fucking you while he’s on patrol but that’s unfortunately illegal so he only enjoys it in theory rather than practice. (Unfortunately, he takes vigilantism very seriously.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not a ton of experience. Honestly, he’s only had threesomes with Chris and whoever is into Chris. He tends to be ignored but he was happy to watch. “Less chances of getting my mask removed!” It takes him a minute to realize you only want him and a little longer how to have sex with only one other person.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything involving picking you up. He likes to show off how strong he is for you. He gives you a whole goofy smile and everything. Alternatively, any position where he can grab, smack, or watch his cock go in and out of your ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pre- relationship, he was adamant that the mask stays ON during sex. Post relationship he was serious about learning how to please you. Other than that, the two of you are bound to burst into giggles at least twice while fucking.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is waxed because his suit is best without hair getting caught. But if you preferred he grew it out for a vacation away from vigilantism, his public hair is a dirty blonde and his chest hair is a light brown.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is hardly a natural romantic and the advice he gets from Chris has… mixed results to say the least. His attempts at romance are cheap and cheesy at the least (flower petals in the shape of a heart, a box of dollar store chocolate, some leftover pie from the diner, etc.) But he does make you feel looked at and cared for during sex.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t really get horny, maybe a few times a month, since he is pretty busy. Of course, upon meeting you he is willing to

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s into roleplay, especially the kinds where he can rescue you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s pretty vanilla in this aspect as he likes to fuck inside his place. But he does enjoy picking you up and taking you from room to room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He likes making you laugh at his dirty jokes and pickup lines. He always likes you covered in lingerie and blood and hopes to see you in both one day. Outside of you, if he kills someone in a really cool way, he will run home and start eating you out without even taking his uniform off.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The funniest answer is that I think that Adrian has all the federal and state laws memorized so he will not do anything illegal- even the ridiculously outdated laws. Like, if you happen to be in one of the states that forbids extramarital sex like Utah or Idaho, he will not have sex with you until you cross that border.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a giver 1000% but he also enjoys getting a blowjob while you have someone else (aka Chris) or a toy in your ass and watching you give someone/a toy a blowjob while he fucks you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s used to doing it hard and fast but he does dedicate a lot of time to foreplay.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies with the two of you were born out of necessity since you’re traveling together. Even when you settle down for long periods of time, he will have a quickie in the motel room if you ask. But in those moments, he would prefer to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think he would be into knife play and maybe wax play but that’s as far as he will go. Someone brought up the idea of using a cattle prod and he was curious but right now he associates extreme bdsm with losing his toes and nothing is as much of a boner killer as that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

By virtue of his threesome exclusive past, he is used to going multiple rounds. His recovery period depends on how much exercise he’s gotten that day but he will use toys or something to keep you ready for him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He appreciates toys and will use them on his partner. He’s especially found of DP-ing you with a teal dildo you bought together. Sometimes, if he’s feel cruel, he’ll tie you up and leave a vibrator on your clit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a pretty impatient guy who values the power of a quickie but he knows sometimes teasing is better than the actual sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not loud but he is super chatty and will talk you through it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would like to have sex with you on a boat with flames on it while dolphins swim around you two. Ideally, you would also be a mermaid in this scenario.

He also had Chris make him a sex playlist… depending on your taste in music, it’s very cute or incredibly cringey.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Solid muscle with a v line and no body hair and an ass like a baseball player. He likes to say he’s as smooth as a dolphin.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty low. You usually are the one to initiate things. Non-sexually though, he is pretty clingy and wants to be with you all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly, he likes to keep his days and nights busy after all!

[zmbiesuga]

I literally jumped with joy when you fallowed me back omg ily sm. So I was at the doctors and my doctor told me how he proposed to his wife and it was so sweet. He said he was stressed from finals and he had like a dream that his wife died and he dreamed of everything he couldn’t do with her. So when he woke up it was like 2 in the morning and he ran to his room to get the ring he had. He had it for two whole like years but ran to her dorm and begged her to say yes because he couldn’t wait. Could you write a fic of kuroo doing that with his boyfriend?

JUMP THEN FALL — k. tetsuro x m!reader

sypnosis: kuroo has always known that he wanted to marry you, and he's always said that he'll do it when he knows it's right. what's more perfect than asking after he had a dream about you dying?

warnings: mentions of death (nothing too graphic but still), kuroo being a fucking loser dork but i adore him so it's fine <3, fluff, happy ending!, angst if you squint really really hard, kuroo and reader are in their last year of college in this one, but i'm not in college yet so idfk how it works but i'll pretend i do!! use of the petnames 'babe' and 'baby'

notes: okay i'm so so sorry this took so long, i had a really bad depressive episode, i hope you like it, this request is really cute and i had a lot of fun writing it :D and two, that is so nice of you to say omg :( of course i followed you back, you always send me requests, you interact with my stuff a lot and you're just really nice so thank you for that <3

Kuroo has always wanted to marry you, it's the one thing he's been sure of in his entire life.

When you bring up marriage to him, however, he just tells you to "be patient" and that he'll "do it when he knows it's right" which constantly keeps you on your toes in case your dork of a boyfriend decides that the "right time" is during one of your lectures or at any inappropriate time really.

It kept Kuroo on his toes too, because what you don't know is that in the far-right corner of his sock drawer holds a small velvet box with a beautiful band inside of it. Every day he can feel his hand graze over the box, thinking to himself, maybe now is the right time.

But then he shakes his head, and decides it isn't.

And besides, as much as Kuroo loves you, he has finals to worry about. And they're really kicking his ass.

Although most people would peg Kuroo as the focused studious type (which he tried so desperately to be), the truth was that he tried so hard to procrastinate as much as possible. However, was it really procrastination if he needs the sleep?

When it was to avoid studying for finals, yes it was.

"Kuroo, sleeping to avoid studying for finals is not something you should do," your voice rippled out through the speaker of his phone, "especially if it's every single time you have them."

"Babe, you are the one who is constantly nagging me to sleep more," he rebutted, that stupid cocky tone he always had lingering in the back of his throat ever present, "I'm finally listening to you, I think you should take that as a win."

"Kuroo," your voice cracked again through that shoddy android speaker again, a certain firmness to it this time, "please promise me that you'll study, you're gonna hate yourself if you don't."

"Baby, I promise you I will, you know my word to you is good," he replied, you could hear that fucking cocky grin etching itself onto his face, "right after my little nap. I love you; I'll talk to you soon."

After you too bid your goodbyes, Kuroo made himself as comfortable on that dorm room mattress as he could, until his eyes got heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.

Kuroo could have sworn it was real.

The chase, your blood curdling scream, the way his stomach dropped to the soles of his feet when he realized he was too late.

It wasn't until he shot up in bed with that same nauseous feeling sitting in his chest as his breath came out panicked and labored had he realized it was nothing but a fucked-up dream.

Kuroo had never been so happy to wake up.

Slowly, but surely, he had calmed himself down. His breath returning to normal as the nauseous feeling in his chest disappeared, what didn't disappear, however, was that he didn't want to live life without you. He didn't want to graduate without you beside him, he didn't want to start a company without you there cheering him on along the way, and he sure as hell didn't want to imagine having a family with anyone else that wasn't you. Life was too short for hesitation, it was too short for his hesitation.

He quickly rushed out of bed, pulling an old hoodie over his torso, slipping on his shoes, and rifling through his drawer to grab that velvet box that had been sitting there for two years, begging to be let free.

Luckily for him, your dorm wasn't far from his. He hadn't even bothered to check the time on his phone, where the light flashed a large: 2:03 A.M. at him, he didn't care if his frantic speed walking down the hallway woke up everyone on that floor, he was only worried about getting to you.

When he got to your dorm, he rapped his fist against the door so hard he could've sworn that his knuckles would crack open. The door opened to a very annoyed you, but he didn't care if he interrupted your sleep, or your studying, he was just so elated to see you in front of him.

"Kuroo, what the hell?" you seethed, "It's two in the morning, what on earth —"

You were quickly cut off by Kuroo dropping to one knee in the doorway of your dorm room, pulling out that velvet box in all its glory, revealing that beautiful band you had mentioned liking to him once, you couldn't control the way your mouth slightly dropped in confusion, a wave of emotions hitting you like a tsunami.

"(Y/n), please, just listen to me," he blurted out in an almost pleading tone, "I've always wanted to wait until the right moment to ask you this, but recently, I've realized that the right moment was in front of me the entire time."

You tried to get a word in, but Kuroo's word vomit was faster.

"(Y/n), I've realized there is so much I want to do with you, so much that I can't do without you," he said, you swore you could see the tears well in the corner of his eyes, "everything from this point forward is useless if I can't do it with you by my side, so I'm begging you, even though it's two a.m. and we're both in our pajamas with messy hair and dark circles under our eyes, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"

It was your turn to be stunned, you stared down at your boyf — fiancée, in front of you with stained sweatpants and an old Nekoma sweatshirt barely big enough to cover his torso asking you to marry him at two in the morning.

You stayed quiet for so long, it scared Kuroo. Maybe this wasn't the right time, you two were still in college, this was all so sudden, so impulsive, he should have waited, he should have —

All these thoughts were expelled from his head as he felt your body weight push against his, squeezing him so tight in an embrace that he could barely breath.

"Yes," you whispered against the side of his neck, he could feel the tears from your eyes splashing there as well, "oh my god Kuroo, yes, a million times over."

He smiled softly at you, resting his own head against your shoulder as you held him in your arms. If this is what the rest of his life looked like, then god was he excited for it.

[mythicmin]

Overwatch NSFW Alphabet(s)

MDNI!! If you are under the age of 18, please DNI. Character requests are OPEN. Just slide into my ask box and specify which character you’d like to see :)

𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒄𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆 / 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒚

A = Aftercare ;

McCree is a firm believer in aftercare. Chances are you aren’t getting up to do ANYTHING for at least an hour. (unless he has somewhere he needs to rush to.) Need to pee? He’s gonna carry you. Thirsty? Hungry? Give him a second, he’ll be right back with your favorite drink/snack.

B = Body part ;

You can’t look me dead in my eyes and tell me he isn’t an ass man. He’s practically obsessed with it. Doesn’t matter where you’re at or who you’re with, chances are he’s got his hand on your ass or in your back pocket.

C = Cum ;

Bro is definitely a slut for facials if he can’t cum inside of you. There’s just something possessive about it, like he’s marking you as his.

D = Dirty secret ;

Secretly wants to get topped, cmon he’s a cocky little shit. Put him in his place and make him beg for you. ❤︎︎

E = Experience ;

I am a firm believer in thinking he’s got some kind of old fashioned way of thinking. He knows what he likes, but doesn’t have much experience with it. I know we all love fuckboy McCree, but him being a virgin makes me giggle.

F = Favorite position ;

Doggie. Need I say more?

G = Goofy ;

Bro is a whole clown in bed and you can’t change my mind. He knows how to act serious when need be, but he always wants to see you smile. Even if he’s balls deep in you.

H = Hair ;

I think he manscapes a bit, he’s never bare though. There’s always some sort of hair framing his cock, clean shaven just isn’t his style.

I = Intimacy ;

Lil western baby treats you like the princess/prince you are. Sure he loves fucking your brains out, but making love to you is another favorite past time.

J = Jack off / Masterbate ;

I don’t really know to be honest, I feel like he’d think he’s too busy to get himself off. But maybe it’s just hidden cockiness that only you can get him off.

K = Kink ;

Anal. I know this man eats ass as well. I just know it. Bro also definitely has a daddy kink. (or maybe that’s bc i’m projecting bc he’s so fine.)

L = Location ;

Anywhere.

M = Motivation ;

He really gets going when you slowly touch his arms/chest while making eye contact.

N = No ;

Sadly, threesomes. I think he’s just too possessive.

O = Oral ;

He loves both giving and receiving, but he enjoys making you fall apart with his mouth. Playing with that cigar should’ve warned you he was gonna be a beast with his tongue.

P = Pace ;

Whichever you want. He can deliver both fast or slow.

Q = Quickie ;

Loves them. Especially if y’all are out and about doing something.

R = Risk ;

He literally doesn’t care if y’all get caught with him balls deep in you.

S = Stamina ;

I feel like he cums fairly fast, but can go for a few rounds.

T = Toys ;

He’s iffy on them. He wants to be the one to make you feel good, but watching you thrash against the vibrator he’s holding gets him feeling some typa way.

U = Unfair ;

He’s so mean sometimes, bro is a WHOLE ASS tease and he knows it.

V = Volume ;

I don’t feel like he’s overly loud in the moaning or groaning criteria, but he’s definitely a smooth talker blowing your back in.

W = Wild card ;

Pull his hair while he’s giving you head and bro is putty in your hands.

X = X-ray ;

6” soft , a lil over 7” hard. (circumcised)

Y = Yearning ;

I SWEAR THIS MAN CAN TURN HIS SEX DRIVE OFF AND ON DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH OF A COCKY BASTARD HE WANTS TO BE.

Z = Zzz ;

Always waits until you’re asleep first.

god i love this man.

hope you enjoyed!! lmk who y’all wanna see next ! ❤︎︎

[bisousbabe]

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Pair: Gunwoo x Reader

Rating: NSFW.

Warnings: in depth talk of kinks.

Author’s Note: Like this entire account, this post / content is for 18+ audience only. not proofread.

NSFW ALPHABET

A: Aftercare

Cuddles and praise. He loves holding you against his body —because you fit so perfectly— and caressing every inch of you as he gently and lovingly tells you how well you did. When he feels and sees that you’re in a calmer state, he runs a bath for you and just takes care of you for as ever long as you’ll let him.

B: Body Part (favorite body part on you)

Thighs. He absolutely loves your thighs. His hands seem to wrap around them perfectly, especially when you’re having sex and he’s pushing them against your chest. The thicker they are, the better.

C: Cum

At first, he’s shy about cumming in you. His face turns red and he’s a blushing mess when he does cum and decides to be a gentleman But as time goes on and the more you guys become intimate, he can’t help but to pull out and watch his seed leak from your pussy.

D: Dirty Secret

After you two moved in together, he was so in awe and curious about all of your clothes. He was excited to help you unpack, he even decided to finish unpacking your things when you had fallen asleep— separating the clean and “dirty”—and as he did, he came across your lacy panties.

Becoming a blushing mess, he stares down at them before running his calloused fingers of the soft fabric before curiously bringing the flimsy yet soft fabric up to his nose, inhaling your scent. He was ashamed after what he did next and after a few days while doing laundry you were utterly confused about where your panties went.

E: Experience

None. He was a virgin when you two met. You took his virginity. That’s what he really really wanted and although the entire thing was unplanned and a bit awkward at the start, he couldn’t help but fall for you even more. He wants you to teach him about everything about sexual intimacy with you.

F: Favorite Position

Missionary. Again, he’s rather obsessed with your thighs. So the chance he can grab, squeeze and push against them he will. They’re so soft underneath his grasps as his gaze moves between your face that churns in a blissful pleasure down to the sight of his dick stretching you open. Your arousal covering his length in a glistening slick with her thrust.

G: Gentle (how gentle can they be with you)

He knows his own strength, so he’s always gentle with you. He can’t help it. He’d never hurt you and only wants you to feel good.

H: Hair (how well groomed they are)

Gunwoo is usually completely hairless, given how much he boxes. With all the sweat, it’s best for him, he thinks. BUT if he’s not training or in championships, busy with life he can become forgetful and there’s his happy trail. It’s thin, straight and clean, though.

I: Intimacy

Very serious when it comes to being intimate with you. Rather it be in the bedroom or out. He’s very passionate in everything he does and wants you to know. He’ll remind you and be the most romantic person you’ve ever been with.

J: Jealous ( what happens when they get jealous)

At first, Gunwoo doesn’t know how to explain this feeling. He’ll follow you around like a puppy and make sure you’re always in front of him. Finally when it’s time for bed, he wraps his arms around you and softly whispers in your ear how much he loves you and how you’re his— happiness, love and life.

The gentle possessiveness does something to you. When you ask him to say it again, he does— quietly and timidly— when he sees that sensual and soft gaze of your eyes. His cheeks heat up with blush, turning into a rosy color as he looks back into your eyes.

The night is filled with the most gentle and passionate love making. Your bodies intertwining as one as he whispers his love for you and the sweet possession of you.

K: Kinks

There’s a few. Both of you have come to learn about and like these things together.

•katoptronophilia- you both have come to like watching yourselves have sex in front of a mirror. and no matter how many times you both find yourselves in front of one, you’re both hot with arousal yet bashful at the sight.

•sensory deprivation- he was unsure at first, because again, he’s never done anything like this but he trust you more than anything, so when you try blindfolding, he comes to really like the feel of giving you control and freewill to do what you want with him.

L: Location (their favorite place to do it)

Bed. As much as he’ll be adventurous with you in the way you two become intimate, he prefers to be home with you, in the bed you you share so he can concentrate on you completely and comfortably.

M: Masturbation

Whenever you two spend time, even days apart, he has moments where he can’t help but allow his mind to wander. Everything about you is enough to get him going. He could think about how you smile at him, the sound of your giggles or the sweet yet quick kisses you place on his lips. Every image of you— sexual and not— is a reason for him to stroke his dick to the thought of having you under him once more.

N: No (things he will not do, turn offs, etc.)

Geun-woo will not do any kind of impact play — spanking, slapping, etc.— nor choking. In his eyes you’re too precious for him to do such a thing.l and with all the fighting he has have to do, he’d rather not do it.

O: Oral ( giving or receiving. skills)

Never having given anyone head, he was rather nervous but eager to please you. And please you he did. It was almost worth questioning whether he’s done this before because the second he hand your legs over his shoulders and his face between your thighs

He jumps at the chance to have his mouth on your heat; devouring and tasting you as if it was the last time. Listening to your whimpers and moans as you call out his name like a prayer. The feeling of your tugging his hair or running your fingers through it always sends a pleasant chill down his spine.

P: Pace

Slow and sensual, but deep and steady strokes. He knows your body, so he will give you everything you need.

Q: Quickie

He doesn’t know the definition of a quickie. You both would have to cancel plans because once y’all start, there’s no stopping. He wants to love you correctly and give you aftercare afterwards.

R: Risk (experimenting? will they take a risk)

Because of the violent environment that’s been forced upon him, he won’t do anything to hurt you. But if it’s something light and

S: Stamina (how many rounds? how long do they last)

It’s taken some time for you to get used to and catch up with how long he can go. The highest amount of times you’ve both been at it is, five rounds. But it also depends on how needy the both of you are.

T: Tease ( how likey they are to tease, etc. )

Geun-woo isn’t one to tease. Mostly because he doesn’t know how to, but also because he just wants you. He’ll even start lightly pouting when you begin to tease him.

U: Unique ( any unique marks on their bodies. scars, birthmarks, etc. )

The scar on his face. He was very insecure about you seeing him with it, but now that it’s completely healed,

If you have any scars or birthmarks, he’ll absolutely love kissing and caressing them. When you’re being intimate, Geon-woo will idly brush over each mark with the most gentlest of touches. Telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves them and you.

V: Volume ( how loud they get)

Geon-woo is rather vocal. Deep and breathy moans that resonate within his chest. The sweetest and most loving words spill from his lips as he places kiss after kiss against your bare skin. Whispering into your ear how much he loves you and how good you feel.

He’d even whimper into the crook of your neck whenever you squeeze down on him. That feeling will never stop surprising him, no matter how much he likes it.

W: Wild Car ( something out of the ordinary for him, but not bad)

Although he’s a complete gentle giant, there are times where he’s so lost in the pleasure of having you tightly wrapped around him that he can’t help put to indulge in the feral love making with you. Especially if he’s been so busy that he hadn’t been able to relive himself to the thought of you.

Tightly gripping your hips and pulling you back against his thrust until he’s reaching deep enough that your tummy begins to bulge. Your whiles and moans filling the room as your lewd words be going for more fuels him on.

There’s been a time or two, that while you’re both lost in want and lust for each other, your deepest desires sometimes slip between your groans and moans. You begging for him to breed you full and him telling you he’ll fuck a baby into you. The first time of you hearing him say that, sent you down into a spiral.

X: X-Ray (underneath their clothes)

Geun-woo is built like a Greek God. Tall, fit and muscular. His body firm and smooth under your hands, excluding his battle scars.

Y: Yearning

Geun-woo craved you day and night. In sleep and awake— regardless if you’re right next to him. Thoughts of you, fill up more than half of him mind and he somehow falls deeper and deeper in love with you, while craving your touch and the feel of you underneath him.

Z: zzz ( how quickly they fall asleep)

Depends on how deliciously intense the sex was. BUT This man is a well oiled machine. Even after a few rounds, he’ll still be up. You fall asleep first and that gives him time to while you contently sleep, wrapped up in his arms.

[puppy-wife]

💘💖Introduction Post 💖💘

⛓️⛓️ minors dni, my blog is 18+ ⛓️⛓️

hello!! you can call me Bunny! this is my blog for posting selfies, newds, hornyposting, and sometimes I post my works! here are some fun facts about me:

💘 Age/Zodiac: 31, Aries sun, Taurus moon, Scorpio rising

💖 Gender: gendertrash, trans femme enby, otherworldly slut

💘 Pronouns: she/it, but I also use neopronouns, ae/aer. no one really uses my neo pronouns, but if you did it'd make me happy!

💖 Sexuality: t4t, queer, demi, lesbian (I only date non-men, this does include nonbinary trans folk!)

💘 Relationship: polyamorous/ENM. I have one romantic nesting partner, @kitty-husband, and am potentially open to new (at least semi-local) connections 🤭

💖 Fursona Critters: wolf, dog, bunny, raccoon, kobold, robot/drone

💘 System: I am a Plural system, you can find the whole system @pluralpup!! Cece is @preydefiler, and Fidget is @fidgetyfamiliar

💖 Disabilities: PTSD, autism, ADHD, hearing loss, nerve damage in my hip/back

💘 Transitioning since: 11/2021

💖 Pets: I have a dog (Cupcake), and my NP has a cat and a tarantula

💘 Hobbies: ttrpgs, magic the gathering, Overwatch, reading, writing (more on that later)

💖 Main Fandoms: Kamen Rider, The Locked Tomb, Marvel/MCU (I know, dont judge me), LOTR

💘 Top/Bottom: I'm a switch, so I like both, but in most of my relationships, I tend to fill the dom top role. Don't get it twisted tho, I'm such a good girl good puppy sub 🥺

💖 K!nks: [Key: + means as a top, - means as a bottom, & means either or both!] musk-, cnc-, sadist+, impact&, petplay&, primal&, estim+, bondage&, disclipine&, monsterfucking&, intox&, marking/ownership/possession&, knifeplay&, rope-, goddess&, body worship&, group play&, cucking-, voyeurism-, being a brat-, humiliation-, light degradation-, droneification-, vore&, overstim&, blood&, hypno&, cutting+, objectification-, roleplay&, drool/spit&, tongues&, sensory dep-, cum play&, bruises&, praise&, wax+, chains&, face slapping&, outdoor sex&, mutual masturbation&, power exchange&, remote controlled toys, especially when used in semi public&, oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral oral&

💘 Pet Names: (from Dom to sub, left to right) Mistress, Mommy, Ma'am, Miss, Pup, Puppy, Good Girl, Good dog, slut, whore, bitch

💖 Hard Limits: yelling at me, and anything to do with poop or vom

💘 Anons: 🍄

💖 Writing: I've been writing for most of my life. A lot of my work is either poetry or short form fiction. I sometimes do spoken word performances. I am currently working on writing a book about a magical school, it's currently untitled but I have the plot planned out and am fleshing out character basics before I start the actual first draft. I also have a high fantasy d&d-style world which I have been writing for and playing ttrpgs in for almost 10 years now. ask me about it!! I will rant and ramble about it

💘 you can find me on Goodreads as well, also under puppy-wife!!

💘 Any other questions, please hit up my ask box 🥰🥰🥰

[liftingbats]

ŬIt@ Tips n Info !

I worked at ŬIt@ for about a year, so I'll try to give as much advice as possible! It's been half a year since I quit, so things may have changed, and things may be different at different stores.

When learning about shr!nk/l0ss pr3v3ntion, the first thing we were taught was to never confront someone you think is ste@ling. You'll never be asked to put something back by a regular associ@te, only a m@nager who's usually pretty easy to identify. Instead, if you're being consistently approached by the same associ@te, asking if you want a basket and being pushy, there's a chance theyre onto you, so just take what you have alrdy and dip. They're not allowed to chase or touch you at all.

Cam3ras are usually on a monitor by the register, and on a monitor in the back! Take advantage of busy days, if the store is crowded and there isnt a lot of stàff, there's a good chance everyone is too busy to keep an eye on the c@meras and floor. (but still avoid them, obviously)

Most of the time, stâff is looking for th3ft in the fragr@nce or h@ir tech section. At my store we often had people come in and fill bags with it, so avoid that area like the plague when conc3aling! Even just walking into that space can put eyes on you.

Always be friendly to the stáff! This is an obvious one, but at ÙIt@ we were really pushed to walk the floor and ask people if they wanted help, even multiple times. Just a simple "no thanks!" and a smile will help you sm.

Obviously it varies by st0re, but at each one I've been to, I've had the most success c0nc3aling by crouching at shelvès by walls! Especially the wall that holds pr0ducts for ÙIt@'s brand. But make sure to scope out your own st0re, the c@meras have wide range.

Dress casually and try to seem put together, and be careful what bag you bring! Since fr@grance nd hair tends to get taken the most, workèrs keep an eye on people with big bags.

Never ever ever leave an empty b0x. If an empIoy33 finds an empty b0x, chances are they'll give it to a m@nager who checks c@meras at where the b0x was found to see who left it.

I don't recommend l!fting from a location that will recognize you, especially if you have a r3wards acc with ÙIt@. The account has your name, number, address, etc. If you're buying something at the same time youre l!fting and you think they might be susp!cious, don't give them your nùmber.

Be careful for hidden rf!d t@gs! Some are more hidden than others, for example, some k!ss nails have rf!ds inside the box.

Of course, again all st0res are different so take everything with a grain of salt. And some man@gers are so far up c0rporates ass that theyll ignore the LP rules just to keep lnventory so always be careful and watch your back! Quick trips to st0res youve never been to before are always best.

Thats all the important ones I can think of at the moment, but I'll reblog with more if I remember anything else!

[jmdbjk]

Episode 8: Promise for Tomorrow

Beyond the Star, produced by HYBE Media Studio

You could say the Yet to Come concert in Busan was the final cap on Chapter 1 or you could say it is the bridge between 1 and 2 for the group.

It was controversial from the start. There was a lot of turmoil surrounding the planning of this concert, the reason it was planned and the actual logistics of making it happen in less than 3 months. K-Army fought hard for this event to take place responsibly and safely.

That stadium they performed in was in terrible condition just WEEKS before they were to perform. Panels were missing all around on the outside due to being blown off by a previous hurricane. We're talking MAJOR REPAIRS had to be made in a matter of FOUR WEEKS when they finally settled on this venue after going back and forth on where to hold the concert:

By the miracles that the universe keeps bestowing on BTS, the venue was ready, the city was in festival mode and over 50,000 concert-goers attended this event FOR FREE.

This concert was very emotional for all of them. It was the last moment for them as a group for a long time. I'm glad they were able to finish off the first ten years like this. It was epic.

The members talk about the unknowns, how they might present themselves in the future. They want to see if they can come back as a proper group and show it can be done and done well, even in their 30s.

Namjoon says they hope they can comeback with a balance between group and individual activities, they want to try to show how an idol group can mature and still be successful. They are all on the same page with this.

But they and Army must have faith in each other to let the time go by in order for the growth to happen and in order for them to fulfill their obligation.

Yoongi said they had something to prove with their performance at Yet to Come in Busan: that they still had it. They worked hard, reported to work early, stayed behind late to keep practicing. He feels strongly this won't change with them as time passes.

This is someone who is able to see the synergy of the individuals who make up the whole.

By this time, Hobi had already released Jack in the Box and had performed at Lollapalooza and was feeling more confident about all of it:

From the very structured days that Hobi likes to the totally free-spirited Jungkook, they have shared some very intimate moments in this episode.

Hobi says they have to learn how to rest and be on their own, do their own thing, think for themselves.

Tae and Namjoon individually speak about how this level of fame and success they've achieved, especially in the last three years, is something they had trouble grappling with. That level was not what they'd anticipated. They have to ask themselves what was it they had initially wanted to do?

Then we get a big reveal: Jin's posse of friends. They are in the car going somewhere and the music track playing is Life Goes On, a callback to the opening scene of the song's MV. They are going camping. Jin shares that these guys hang out at his house even when he's not there, welcoming him home when he gets there. Jin, a gamer guy who's told us he can play video games for days and forgets to eat while doing it, made us think he was all alone ... and here has had this great group of friends this whole time. He knows his group of friends are rare to have in the world of celebrity.

And an extremely intimate moment when Jungkook visits his healthcare provider for a health visit. He's just like me, I can't watch them sticking that needle in my arm to take blood or whatever it is his healthcare provider is doing. Omega-3 supplements after midday and evening meals and vitamin D at night. And he is guilty of patient non-compliance because he's not drinking the liquid supplement they prescribed. For as healthy as he seems to be, that's a lot of prescribed supplements. And this is some very, very personal information he's sharing with us.

This episode is hard to watch, y'all. I keep having to stop and dry up my tears. Omg then Take Two starts to play after Jin gets his head shaved. One heart rip after the other... and then the credits roll while Spring Day plays.

Bottomline, this series shows the tightness, the oneness, the knowledge that these seven men have forged a bond that makes them family and will keep them together as they continue on with their lives. They've tied their identities to BTS so tightly that they will never not be known as the seven original and only members of BTS.

They all want the same thing. As Tae says, they now have to make it through their military enlistment healthy...

We were shown a much wider picture of how their lives are and were especially since 2019.

Their words, their tone of voice, the memories, the visual cues and reminders are all to help us understand what they've done, how far they've come and what they've had to overcome and how they felt about all of it.

The docu-series concept overall was to convey the members thoughts about their careers, past, present and future. I was extremely interested in hearing in their own words, what it was like being a member of BTS in those first years.

I listened to what the members had to say, I assimilated that into what I already know. It moves chronologically. If you think of it as the members of today telling their story, it plays more like a narrated movie. A movie of their lives.

We saw images that helped us understand the things they were talking about, the things they'd been feeling and thinking as they sorted through the years. Each episode focused on a period of time.

The basic things they said: they went through some hell, they tried to figure out this popularity thing, pandemic fucked with them, mental health issues were a problem, they worked through that, they finally worked through what enlistment and after could be and they are all in a good place. Through it all, they remain committed to each other and to the group.

I know some were saying the editing was choppy or events were out of order, but this docu-series was not supposed to be a chronologic retelling of the history of BTS and it wasn't just a listing of their milestones. Whoever said that didn't watch any of it.

It moves along in a way that conveys how they started, what their mindset was then and shows us how they've evolved over time. Scenes from the past help convey emotions and feelings, reflecting on the depth of memories they have from their career. The clips we see can't begin to convey how dense and rich all of those experiences are for them and don't come close to touching the number of hours they've spent on stage during their career.

Production of this documentary began long ago, as shown by all the different interviews conducted. When producing a documentary created from interviews, there is an outline of points to convey and obviously there was a camera person and probably a director/producer to prompt the interview. In other words the interviewer may have said "tell us what your favorite concert memory is" or "let's talk about how you felt when the MOTS tour was cancelled." The member talks, and then maybe the next question is "what were you feeling/thinking when you sat on your sofa for days?" and the member talks, then "when did you feel like (insert whatever)... (member talks)... etc. and let the member being interviewed say everything they want to say, or if they go off on a tangent, they'd bring them back to the topic to make sure there was enough footage/soundbites from each member. There is typically no dialogue "script" for a documentary unless it has a narrated voice-over. I have done this sort of thing in the course of my work career. Documentaries can be very flexible but are meant to be factual.

My criticisms: I saw one or two instances that should have been corrected: they labeled the UN building as Oakland. There were a few translated phrases that were a tad awkwardly structured.

Anyway, long-time fans might already know the history of BTS and know wayyyy more details about how everything went down, even more so than what was shown in this series. It's the newer fans that will benefit a lot from watching this. As we know, the amount of content to "catch up" on is ENORMOUS. Ask me, I know this. This documentary series is a very condensed history that would definitely benefit newer fans.

I hope I was able to summarize everything clearly in these blog posts.

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SFW Alphabet - Miles "Spider" Socorro

A/N -> This template isn't mine, I don't remember where I found it so if it's yours don't hesitate to tell me so I can credit you.

-> I didn't find an appropriate gif, I will come back to it later.

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Miles admires his partner for their intelligence, creativity, and kindness. He is constantly impressed by their ability to think outside the box and come up with innovative solutions to problems, and he loves how they always seem to have a positive outlook on life. Miles also admires the way his partner is always willing to help others and put others' needs before their own, and he finds this trait to be incredibly attractive and endearing.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Miles is particularly drawn to his partner's bright, sparkling eyes and the way they seem to light up whenever you smile. He finds them to be incredibly attractive and loves to gaze into them whenever he gets the chance. Miles also admires his partner's long, flowing hair and the way it cascades over their shoulders like a waterfall. He finds it to be incredibly beautiful and loves to run his fingers through it whenever he can. Overall, Miles is just smitten with his partner's entire body and finds every aspect of it to be beautiful and desirable.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Miles loves to cuddle his partner and finds it to be a very intimate and special way to bond. He particularly enjoys cuddling when they are just relaxing, as it helps him feel close and connected to his partner. Miles is very affectionate and loves to hug, and snuggle with his partner whenever he can. He also finds it soothing to stroke their hair or runs his fingers over their skin, and he loves the feeling of their bodies pressed close together. Miles feels most at peace and content when he is cuddled up with his partner, and he cherishes these moments of intimacy and connection.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Miles's ideal date with the person he is in love with would involve exploring Pandora's beautiful natural surroundings and spending time in the sacred Tree of Souls.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Miles is very expressive with his partner, and is always willing to open up about his feelings and emotions. He also listens attentively when his partner talks about their own feelings.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Miles and his partner have talked about starting a family in the future, and both agree that they want to have children someday.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Miles is not particularly into gift-giving, but he does appreciate small, thoughtful gestures from his partner, such as a handmade necklace or a favorite plant.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Miles loves to hold hands with his partner and finds it to be a very intimate and special gesture. He especially enjoys holding hands while they are out walking or exploring Pandora's beautiful natural surroundings. Miles is very affectionate and loves to show his partner physical affection whenever he can.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If Miles’s partner were to get hurt, he would be very concerned and would do everything he could to help them, whether that means getting them medical attention or just being there for emotional support.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Miles is not much of a prankster, but he does enjoy teasing his partner in a playful way, such as pretending to sneak up on them and then making a silly face.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Miles likes to give his partner soft, gentle kisses on the lips, but he also enjoys trying out different styles of kissing, such as butterfly kisses or Eskimo kisses.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Miles shows his partner that he loves them by being attentive and supportive, and by always being there for them when they need him. He also makes an effort to show his love through small acts of kindness, such as making them breakfast or bringing them their favorite flowers.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Miles's favorite memory with his partner is the time they spent a day exploring Pandora's beautiful forests and waterfalls. They hiked to a secluded waterfall and spent the day swimming and picnicking in the cool, clear water.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Miles's worst fear is losing his partner or someone he cares about, or not being able to protect them when they are in danger.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

One quirk Miles has is that he is a bit of a night owl and tends to stay up late even when he has to wake up early the next day. He finds that he is most productive and creative at night, and he loves the quiet and solitude that comes with being up late. Miles has always been this way, and his partner must learn to accept it. However, Miles does try to be mindful of his person's sleep schedule and will make an effort to be quiet and not disturb them if they are already asleep.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Miles likes to call his partner "my sunshine" because they bring light and happiness into his life. He finds that this pet name perfectly captures the warmth and joy that the person he is in love with brings into his life, and he loves to use it as a way to show his affection and appreciation.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Miles likes to spend quality time with his partner by doing activities together that they both enjoy, such as hiking or exploring Pandora's natural beauty. He also enjoys just spending time together talking and laughing.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

The song that reminds Miles of his partner is "At Last" by Etta James because it perfectly captures the depth and intensity of their love.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Miles is generally open with his partner and shares most things with them, but there are some things he keeps private out of respect for their feelings, such as certain personal details or embarrassing moments from his past.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

They met when they were both still very young and were drawn to each other from the moment they saw each other. Miles was captivated by his partner's bright, curious eyes and their kind, compassionate nature, and he knew from the start that they were meant to be together.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

When Miles’s partner is upset, he is very empathetic and tries to comfort them by listening and offering support. He also makes an effort to understand their perspective and validate their feelings.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Miles is extremely proud of his partner and all that they have accomplished. He loves to show them off to his friends and family and is always talking about their amazing talents and accomplishments. Miles values his partner's opinion and takes their feelings into consideration when making important decisions. He also loves to support his partner in whatever endeavors they pursue and is always cheering them on. Miles is confident and secure in his relationship with his partner and is not at all threatened by their success or attention from others.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Miles is a warrior at heart and is always ready to defend his loved ones if necessary. He is confident in his own strength and skills and is not afraid to stand up for what he believes in.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Miles is very good at reading his partner's emotions and can usually tell when something is bothering them. He is also skilled at picking up on subtle cues and nonverbal communication, which helps him understand how they are feeling.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

If Miles were to propose to his partner, he would probably do it in a private, romantic setting, such as at sunset or under the stars. He would plan the moment carefully and make sure everything was perfect, and he would probably write a heartfelt speech to express his love and commitment.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Miles feels most calm when he is spending time with his partner, whether they are doing something active or just relaxing at home. He also feels calm when he is surrounded by nature and can escape from the stresses of everyday life.

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König HCs

Because why not lads. These are some of my personal ones regarding the lore I’ve put together for him. TW: untreated mental illness, childhood neglect, burn injuries, surgical trauma. Uh, some other shit, too, probably. Idfk reader beweader you’re in for a sceader.

Bro has BPD. It covers a lot of the beloved fanon interpretation of him being clingy and hot/cold and scared of being left. He’s got Fear Of Abandonment Syndrome, and he’s like 10% more likely to make a fucky wucky on himself and end up sleeping in the forever box.

Source: I have it and my baby girl only gets the best of the worst from me.

H a t e s d o c t o r s. And hospitals, and surgical procedures, and anything of the like. He’s probably already got more health issues than a blue blood racehorse just from his sheer size alone - prone to heart issues and musculoskeletal strain - but there’s no way on god’s green earth that he hasn’t been through a handful of major procedures because he’s diagnosed with human knife block and bullet sponge disorders respectively.

Sub-point A: born with a cleft palette and lip. Palette was corrected, has a turned second incisor as a result. Lip was botched. Pulled a pot of boiling sugar off a stove and burnt a big-ass portion of his face, neck, chest, and stomach. Multiple painful reconstructive and corrective surgeries to deal with keloid scarring.

Sub-point B: psychology might help OTHER people, but HE is built DIFFERENT. He’s not crazy, you see, and if you suggest otherwise you’ll suddenly develop a case of Backpfeifengesicht and he’ll provide the violence. DBT? That’s Dick and Ball Torture, babey.

Despite this, he lies through his teeth at psych evals. He knows the “right” answers, and he is not going to get his livelihood taken away from him, even if it’s not exactly what he wanted. If he’s answering for his own actions, he can swerve and intuit what thing will calm things down the most and get him the smallest punishment.

Developed most of his wheedling skills as a kid, parents were neglectful as shit. Mostly disregarded him during his upbringing. Youngest of three, an eldest sister and a brother. Not in contact with any of them.

He’s 34. I don’t know if I’ve accepted him being a Colonel into my heart as my lord and savior, I’m still figuring that one out until there’s more concrete canon material besides a loading screen.

Grew up in a hoarder house of apathy, alcoholism, and depression and it was DISGUSTING. Black mold, water damage, trash everywhere, travel lanes carved through the most useless fucking junk. His parents bred Doberman dogs to sell as guard/security dogs, and some lived in the house, adding to the filth and destruction. He can’t stand a dirty house, and as an adult has an insane cleaning routine. Often stress cleans. You could eat off his bathroom floors.

He Does Not Like Dogs. Period. He especially hates Dobermans. He doesn’t like dog breeders worth a fuck either, good or bad.

Did not have any sort of media or anything as a kid. Parents didn’t spend money on tech or pop culture stuff, they were kind of stuck 30 years behind everyone else. His parents were older when he was born, he was very unplanned and not particularly warmly welcomed. Kept himself entertained out in the boonies, did a lot of reading, learned to juggle, learned to juggle knives. Had a big brokedown half-draft horse to take the kennel dogs on longer walks in the country, horsebacked a lot.

Soon as he was in the army, away from his family home, and living on his own, he got his first cell phone and computer and pretty much started living on the internet. He’s self taught in a couple of programming languages, very tech literate, halfway kind of lives on Reddit (narrowly swerved getting redpilled, thank fuck) on his personal time, and built his own PC set up. Built one for Horangi, too, and gives Stiletto advice on her own build when she asks for it.

H E H A T E S K L A U S

Bc I said so, everyone I love hates Klaus. All my homies fuckin hate Klaus.

König was raised secular Jewish, really doesn’t know all that much about it and didn’t get a bris or bar mitzvah, it’s just like Yeah That’s What I Put On Papers to him. Klaus is always getting in his shit about Austria and WW2. König’s grandparents made it out of the camps and went on to become: a microbiologist, a professor at the Austrian University of Veterinary Medicine, a multi term mayor of a small village/candy maker, and a beloved homemaker. The brilliance of the family seemed to leech out with each passing generation, and König sees himself as the dead end of it all.

König has rocked Klaus’s shit about the shitty jokes before and will do it again.

Favorite rugby club is South Africa, and he has an intense crush on Faf de Klerk even though he’s been traded to Japan. He’s kind of hot for all scrum halves tho lbr here.

Lunch break is over and this is ridiculous, will probably do more later.

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Tear You Apart ~ A Red K Club Mix Fic

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Klex (Kal/Lex)

Warnings: Smut, red k!Clark, submissive!Lex, bottom!Lex, light bondage, light d/s, teasing, dirty talk, club fic, oral, anal fingering, anal

Word Count: 8858

Summary: Clark finds courage in the red. Lex revels in it.

A/N: written for @kryptonite-week , day two. Inspired by the song Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge.

Bingo squares: bondage for @fandom-free-bingo pride edition

He didn't know what made him agree to go with Lex to the club tonight. Or why he thought it was a good idea to speed back to Smallville after Journalism 102, and track down one of the remaining Smallville High school rings circa 2002 left in a dusty box in the school's basement, hastily stuffing it in his pocket before zipping back to Metropolis. But, as he slipped the ring onto his finger, watching his eyes flash red in the mirror, he didn't really care. 

Clark pulled on his leather jacket just as he heard Lex's Lamborghini pull into the parking lot outside his dorm window. With a shark grin that was more often seen on his best friend's face than it ever was on his own, he ran downstairs to meet him at the door. The look on Lex's face as he stopped short and trailed his gaze over the brunette from head to toe was worth the pang of lingering guilt he felt warring with the heat of arousal blooming in his gut. He's glad the hand with the ring is in his pocket, just the same.

"Wow, Clark, I have to admit I wasn't expecting you to dress for the occasion. I think you'll pass muster without even having to borrow any of the stuff I brought along."

Clark smirked at the bald billionaire, giving Lex his own once-over with an appreciative eye. He'd seen Lex in club gear before, but that did nothing to dampen the fire ignited in his blood at the sight of him in black mesh and leather. His gaze lingered knowingly over the slight bulge at his groin, not even bothering to use his x-ray vision to see what he knew lay beneath. Anticipation was half the fun, after all. 

"C'mon, Lex, you didn't think I'd embarrass you with jeans and flannel did you," Clark clucked in mock offense as he brushed past him to head towards the car. "Keys?"

Lex looked ready to decline, so Clark broke out the puppy eyes, pushing his bottom out into a pout he knew Lex never could resist. Had to bite the lip to stop from chuckling when he saw the bulge increase minutely. When he tossed the keys to him with a shake of his head, Clark rewarded him with another smoldering smirk before unlocking the doors and slipping into the driver's seat. 

"You're not high, right? You seem…different tonight, Clark, and I don't want you driving if you're not feeling like yourself."

"Lex, I'm more myself than I've been in years.

"That doesn't exactly answer my question."

Clark turned the ignition over before turning to face Lex across the scant space between them.

"Do I look high to you, Lex?"

"No, but looks can be deceiving. You're acting kinda like that day you borrowed my Ferrari in some strange fit of teenage rebellion."

"Lex, I'm not high. And, since when did you become so stuffy, anyways?"

Lex's eyes widened in offense at being referred to as stuffy and decided to let the matter go, settling back in the passenger seat. He was still unsure about Clark's new attitude, but couldn't deny the resurgence of his repressed attraction to the younger man. The outfit didn't help in the least. It didn't hurt, either. Even in worn denim and oversized flannel, Clark looked gorgeous; in leather pants and a tightly fitted black tee, he was the embodiment of temptation. He knew he was going to have to keep a close eye on Clark at the club, especially once that jacket came off to reveal biceps he just knew would be bulging around the short sleeves. It wouldn't do for the brunette to be accosted by every uninhibited patron, female and male alike. 

Clark shifted into gear and peeled out of the parking lot, speeding through the streets of Metropolis towards the club district. He could feel Lex's increasing arousal like a charge of electricity between them, and Kal growled hungrily inside, warring to take over completely. He slackened the leash minutely, felt a predatory grin twist his lips as Lex's voice sounded in his ear, directing him where to turn. Perfect, he thought as he pulled up to the curb in front of Nexus. 

The valet rushed to open the door for him, and Clark stepped out and tossed him the keys. Lex fell in step beside him as he rounded the car and walked up towards the club, the small crowd milling around for a chance to be let in parting instinctively to let Lex and his companion through. At the door, the bouncer took one look at them and opened the door without even bothering to card Clark.

"Mr. Luthor, Kal."

Lex flashed Clark a quick look of bemusement as they stepped through into the club; Clark smiled that small smile that meant he wouldn't expand on it, at least not in the immediate future. They checked their coats, Lex cursing his habit of being right. Clark's arms were definitely more bare and tempting than they had any right to be with so many other people around to notice them. The strobe lights struck them as they walked out of the entrance hallway, red and blue and purple streaks of light flashing disorientingly over the patrons as they danced to the pulsing bass thumping from the speakers hanging from the high ceiling. 

There would be little point in trying to shout over the music, so Lex simply took Clark by the arm and led him towards the bar centered along the side wall. It had been a couple years since he'd last bothered to come to this particular venue, but he recognized the bartender, a young blonde man he knew worked here to pay his way through grad-school. The man flashed him a knowing grin and raised an eyebrow in question, lifting two fingers up. Lex nodded back and the bartender slunk off to make their drinks. 

Looking around the club, Clark pretended not to notice Lex taking charge again, letting himself be tugged to the bar, letting him order their drinks. He knew it was all just illusion. Lex may have the power that his name and his bank account afford him, but he knew that Lex was powerless against him, physically and emotionally. And he suspected the bald billionaire thrilled at the notion that Clark could easily overpower him. He suspected the real reason Lex had chosen this particular club out of the long line of choices strewn up and down the street. Nexus wasn’t like the other clubs. Beyond the throng of men and women writhing on the dance floor, a long hallway led to a row of private rooms where the only thing forbidden was outright murder. No sexuality was scandalous, no kink too unthinkable, so long as it remained just on this side of the law; banned substances were a no-go, but the management turned a blind eye to all the designer stuff the government hadn't caught up to yet. He’d been here a couple times during his lost summer, and he couldn’t help picturing Lex in one of those rooms, at his mercy. 

A nudge at his side drew his mind back from its musing, his eyes dragging back over the various groupings of dancers back to the slimmer man beside him. He took the drink he was handed, mildly surprised that Lex would be so bold as to order him such a strong concoction, and knocked half of it back in one large swallow. Lex raised a brow at him in suspicion when he didn't even so much as sputter at the burn of the alcohol. A quick glance down assured Clark his friend was still half-hard, though the smell of his arousal was diminished by the scents of sweat and alcohol and sex permeating the air. Flashing Lex another teasing grin, Clark let Kal take a tighter rein. 

"C'mon, Lex, I wanna dance!" Kal threw back the rest of his drink and pushed off the bar, wading into the throng of dancers before Lex could protest. 

Lex blinked twice and gulped down his drink, watching Clark meld into the press of bodies like it was second nature to the brunette. He wasn't surprised by how quickly he captured the attention of those nearest him, his body swaying and flowing to the beat of the music as if it was a physical force moving him with guiding hands. 

He'd always found Clark beautiful, sexually alluring even beneath layers of denim and flannel, but this…this was something altogether more. Like sex in motion, the way his hips in perfect rhythm to the pounding bass, the way he ground against the young woman that had turned away from her own partner, pulled into Clark’s orbit. He’d never wanted Clark as badly as he did at this moment, though the flashing red glint of the ring on his left hand tugs at a memory of another time, years ago, when Clark had acted much the same, all full of new-found confidence and domineering attitude. He felt the same sexual thrill as that day when his young friend had asked him to run away with him to Metropolis, and this time, he didn’t have to force himself to go tattling to Jonathan Kent. This time, Clark was an adult, mostly, free to make his own choices. 

Lex knew now that that ring had been the cause of the changes in Clark, then and now, that there was something about the stone made from the red meteor rocks that affected him. He knew Clark was special, though they never talked about it, his questioning nature finally stifled to preserve their friendship, and for whatever reason, the meteor rocks had a more profound effect on Clark than they had any other of the mutated Smallvillians. If Clark had willingly sought out one of the few remaining class rings, chosen to let himself be this other self, who was Lex to look a gift horse in the mouth? Maybe it was just the push they both needed to finally stop the endless circling they did around each other, the flirtations and innuendoes that never led any further, both too afraid to cross that line and risk losing what they had of each other. If Clark needed the red to boost his courage enough to finally take the chance, Lex would let him, all too happy to follow the younger man’s lead. 

Setting down his empty glass, Lex waved the bartender over and gave him instructions before heading onto the dance floor, set on rescuing Clark from the bold woman who had begun to get more handsy with the brunette than Lex cared for; as if he didn't already regret checking their jackets. Even the men were already circling like sharks, watching Clark like something they wanted to devour.

Kal’s grin widened as he noticed Lex making his way over to him out of the corner of his eye. He had been tempted to listen in when Lex had leaned over the bar to talk to the blonde who had served them, but decided to let Lex surprise him with whatever he was undoubtedly setting up. Feeling playful, Kal pulled the redheaded woman closer to him as Lex approached, noting the flare of nostrils and the minute twitch of one eye as he slinked raunchily with her in time to the music, their groins pressed so close together, they were very nearly fucking. He wanted to laugh out loud when Lex realized the game and took up the challenge, easily inserting himself into a group of men and women, one of each quickly taking place on either side of him. 

Kal let his hand skim up the young girl’s side, cupping her breast, as Lex leaned back against the dark-haired man behind him, the stranger’s broad hands gripping Lex’s hips as they moved, the woman in front wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down into an exploring kiss. Lex's hand reached back, unerringly wrapping around the back of the man's head, guiding him down to mouth at the side of his throat. The woman broke the kiss but stayed pressed close, their hips grinding together in a rhythm that Lex must have engineered to match Kal's. The girl in his own arms was oblivious to his divided attention, her mouth tracing along his jaw as she clutched tighter at his waist, moving as though she were trying to get off on him. Kal slid a thigh between her legs and the scent of her heat-slick body increased, the sound of her moan just barely audible even to his ears over the blast of music.

Movement in his peripheral alerted him to the sight of the bartender that had served them crossing around the perimeter of the club towards the VIP tables, a loaded tray in hand. Another glance at Lex showed the bald man now facing the stand-in, the woman mostly forgotten behind him as he undulated against the brunette, the muscles of his arms taut as he dipped and swayed. 

The song ended, flowing directly into another, deeper beat. Kal felt thirsty. He abruptly twirled the young woman away, towards the rest of the milling bodies, her shout of protest barely a ping on his radar as he slipped easily through the crowd towards the table in the back corner. Heard similar complaints from the pair left wanting as Lex followed three steps behind. Slid into the booth seat just as Lex reached the edge of the dance floor, light catching the sheen of sweat on his scalp, reflecting red, blue, and purple in time to the bass from the speakers. Popped the cork off the bottle of undoubtedly ridiculously expensive champagne as Lex crossed the gap of space, pouring it into the glasses as he slid in beside him.

"Having fun, Clark?" One brow imperiously raised, daring him to deny the game being played.

"Call me Kal, Lex. And yes, I am having fun. Don't tell me you're not?"

Lex took the glass Kal offered, sipping at the tart liquid before answering. Calculating. Wondering, in the back of his mind if Clark was just toying with him for a thrill. If he really wanted what his game suggested. 

"Of course, Kal. Games are always fun. But you should know, Kal, I play to win."

"That's why this is the best game of them all, Lex. Everybody wins." Kal took a gulp of the cool, bubbly drink, looking past Lex to the people dancing wildly. "Well, except for them. They don't get to win, they just get to watch, and count themselves lucky they even got to participate." 

Kal could feel the heat wafting off of Lex, scooted closer to feel his thigh pressed against his own. Leaned in to whisper against his ear and thrilled at the shiver he felt rolling under Lex's skin.

"That is, unless you want to bow out? Let some other willing player tap in?"

"Luthor's don't leave a game unfinished, Kal, you should know that by now."

"Good." Pulling away, Kal finished his glass of champagne, and slid out the other side of the booth to stand in front of Lex. "Dance with me!"

Facing away from the glare of flashing lights, Lex caught the gleam of red flicker through Kal's eyes as he waited, his hand outstretched. The thought of those hands clutching at him, caressing, as they had the redhead, overrode any niggling worry about the repercussions their little game might bring about. Lex stood, abandoning his half-full flute of champagne, and slid his hand into Kal's, letting the brunette tug him back onto the dance floor. He might be more turned on by Kal's, and by proxy, Clark's, new take-charge attitude than he'd ever been by anyone trying to dominate him, but now it was his move in their little game, and he was eager to turn the board in his favor. He fully intended on letting Kal fuck him before the night was over, of course, but he had to earn it first.

Lex had gained muscle mass in his arms and chest since Clark had started college, his return to Metropolis adding his workout routine back into his schedule. Nowhere near as impressive as Clark's biceps and pectorals, but still more than enough to turn even the most discerning eye his way. He let that change in his physique work to his advantage as he stood a foot away from Kal, letting himself get lost in the pulsing beat of the music as a new, livelier track started. 

He watched Kal's wide grin grow hungrier as he danced, tracked his gaze as it roved over his body, reaping the benefits of Lex's mesh tank and bare arms. As the bright blue of the lights strobed over them, he noticed the growing bulge straining against leather, and shifted closer, his own pants tightening as Kal reached out for him. Gripping his hips, Kal tugged Lex flush against the long length of his body, slotting a hard thigh between his legs as he easily fell into rhythm with Lex's swaying movements. 

"It's a shame you always hide all this pretty skin under those suits every day, Lex." Kal's voice was husky in his ear as they ground against each other, heedless of the faceless bodies around them. He shuddered as Kal's breath ghosted over his cheek. "But…at least all those long sleeves and suit jackets keep me from worrying about every person who crosses your path wanting to snatch you up for themselves."

"I could say the same for all those plaid button ups and baggy jeans. Would've given you a whole new wardrobe years ago, except for the fact that I wouldn't be the only one seeing you…like this. God, Kal. Let's end this." Lex slid his hands up Kal's arms, over his shoulders, one hand snaking up into his hair, fingers tangling into rich, brown strands as they've itched to do since the day he woke up on that riverbank. "I didn't bring you here expecting this, but now, I'm not leaving until I get what I want. What we both want."

Everything around them faded away as his fingers gripped tighter, pulling Kal's head down to capture that grinning mouth in a searing kiss.

Kal growled as their lips met, Lex's tug only effectual with his allowance, his lips parting before Lex's tongue had even fully swiped over his bottom lip. Finally. That taste again, after years of longing, so much sweeter without the tinge of murky water. He gripped Lex tighter, swallowing down his gasp of surprised pleasure-pain as he let just a little of his strength show. Lex hardened further against his thigh, further proof towards Kal's assumptions. The kiss deepened and drew out until Lex was forced to come up for air.

"Fuck, Lex. Tell me you have one of those special rooms reserved. I'm not done playing yet, not by a long shot."

"Shit. Yeah, yes. Room three. Can you handle that?"

Kal's shark grin was back, wider than ever, ready to devour. 

"I knew you'd choose that one. It's my favorite, too." Kal crushed their mouths together again, this time, his tongue delved deep into Lex’s mouth, exploring, memorizing. “God, Lex, I wanna fucking tear you apart.”

“Let’s go. Now.”

Lex could barely take his eyes off Kal as the brunette pushed their way through the crowd of dancers, hands reaching out, snagging at them, trying to entice them to stay, join them. None of these people held any appeal in comparison to the tall, young man leading him away. Not when he was finally getting a glimpse of honesty from him, with Kal no longer bothering to hide his abilities from him, nearly lifting him into his arms as he walked them, too quickly, towards the back hallway.

“Careful, Kal”, Lex breathed into his ear, “cameras.”

Kal grinned down at Lex, gratified by his non-reaction to the sort-of reveal of his power. Bundling him tighter into his grasp, he sped them across the room, through the long, winding hallway, only stopping once they were in front of the door to room number three. There were no cameras past the entrance of the hall, too many clientele with a need for privacy and willing to spend good money to assure it. He set Lex on his feet, letting him go so he could pull out the key card.

“That was risky, Kal. I won’t ask about what you’re finally letting me in on, or why, but if you really want your secrets to stay secret, a little discretion would make it infinitely easier for me to protect you.”

“Aw, that’s sweet, Lexy. I don’t exactly need a bodyguard, y’know.”

Lex pulled his card out, swiping it over the scanner, and dragged Kal in behind him as the door slid open to admit them. As the door slid back shut, Lex pushed Kal back against the wall beside it, a frown prominent on his face.

“Maybe not, but you do need someone who can keep you off my father’s radar. Lionel has always kept too close an eye on you over the years, and it’s hard enough keeping evidence away from his desk as it is. I won’t lose you to him, Kal. I won’t lose Clark.”

Kal’s eyes flashed heatedly at the possessive tone, the firm, if useless, hand pressing on his chest. He grabbed Lex by the waist again, whirling them so that Lex was the one backed against the wall. 

“Fine. No more carelessness.” Kal dipped his head to Lex’s neck, licking fast over his pulse point and reveling in the hitch of breath it garnered. “But, there’s no one watching in here.”

Lex groaned at the implications of that, nodding in surrender as Kal slid his hands from his hips to grip tightly at his shirt. Kal chuckled darkly, and the silence of the soundproofed room was filled with the rending of fabric as he tore Lex's tank top off. 

"I think you're gonna need those clothes in your trunk, after all. Even see-through, it covered up too much." Kal ran a hand up Lex's stomach, feeling the ripple and flex of muscle as Lex trembled under his touch. "God, sexy Lexy. Can't believe I waited so long for this."

With a teasing flick of his fingers over Lex's left nipple, Kal stepped back, leaving Lex to sag, breathless, against the wall. He turned and finally surveyed the room, memories of his previous encounters here flashing through his mind. Memories he intended to replace. 

There was still the same large bed taking up most of the back wall, though the sheets were black this time, and God, he couldn't wait to see Lex spread out on that sometime. The same restraints hung up along the wall, the same pegboard full of interesting toys and equipment. This was a room built for submission, for dominating. He turned back to Lex, pressed back up against him, mouth trailing over his jaw as he spoke.

"I wanna take you up against the wall, Lexy. Cuffed in those”, Kal cocked his head towards the manacles hanging down from supports driven into the wall, “unable to touch, your legs wrapped around me as I pound into you so hard, you’ll start to worry if the room will crumble around us. Am I wrong in thinking that’s what you want, too?”

“Jesus, fuck! Yeah, want it, Kal. Want you to take me, hard, own me.”

Kal growled at the relinquishing of Lex’s will, biting hard at the side of Lex’s throat and dragging a keening moan from him. In a whirl, he tore off the rest of Lex’s clothes, shredded leather pants and silk boxers tossed one way, shoes, the other, and sped the naked billionaire across the room to where the restraints hung. Peeling off his own shirt slowly - hey, he looked good in this shirt, and Clark couldn’t afford to replace his clothes willy-nilly while budgeting his way through college and Kal wasn’t going to be around long enough for another ATM wrecking spree - he pressed himself against Lex, the feel of Lex’s sweat-slick chest under his making his cock throb. 

Kal ran his hands up Lex’s sides and along his arms, urging them up. He made quick work of clamping the manacles around Lex’s slim wrists, his fingers trailing back down the inside of his arms, raising goosebumps in their wake.

As the iron cuffs closed around his wrists, a pang of guilt hit Lex, and he closed his eyes briefly, needing to ask, even if it put an abrupt end to the evening. The lingering conscience that had flourished through his friendship with Clark wouldn’t let him not ask. 

"Are you sure this is what you want? What Clark wants? The ring…"

"I could take it off. If sweet, slow, lovemaking is what you really want right now. You can have that with him some other time, Lexy, he wants it, always has. Clark made the decision to hunt the ring down, just for this. Some people drink for courage, Lex. I have the red. I got tired of waiting, got tired of all the complications. This, this is simple, and just as real. Good enough?"

"Yeah." It would have to be. Now that Kal had him restrained and at his mercy, Lex wasn’t sure there was enough of Clark still in control enough to stop if he asked. And, really, it was enough to assuage his doubts just to ask, just to hear Kal claim Clark had chosen this. “Yes, Kal. It’s enough.”

"Good." Kal gripped Lex’s chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting his head up to capture his lips in a bruising, biting kiss. His other hand still slid over his skin, stroking the silky flesh. "God, you feel so soft, Lexy, so smooth.”

Lex shuddered beneath Kal’s exploring fingers, his cock hard against his stomach, the hard length twitching in anticipation every time Kal skirted close to it. He let himself go, the knowledge that they had come to this point together, neither conceding the game, allowing him to submit to Kal without his pride twinging over it. 

“Please. Kal, don’t tease.”

Kal nipped at Lex’s lip before dipping his head to trail a path of scorching, wet, kisses along his throat, stopping to worry the skin where he’d bitten a faint mark into him earlier. Lex gasped at the suction over his pulse, knowing that even with his sped up healing, he would have a mark there for a couple of days, impossible to hide, an obvious claim on his body. Like Clark had already claimed his heart, his soul. Kal eased up when he was finally happy with the deep purple bruise blooming under the pale skin, his cock throbbing against his zipper at the possession of this beautiful man. Why had he waited so long to take what was rightfully his, what had been his since he’d breathed new life back into him? 

“Kal.”

“Fuck, so pretty when you’re needy. How could Clark have never realized what perfect little submissive you really are, deep down? All he has to do is ask, and there you are, ready to do his bidding. So eager to please him. To please me.”

“Yes…Kal, yes, please. Take your pleasure in me, from me. Use me, Kal.”

Kal groaned against Lex’s collarbone, teeth sinking in just a little deeper as his arousal spiked higher at Lex’s moaning plea. Feeling magnanimous, he let his hand finally wrap around Lex’s erection, stroking the thick length slowly, a dull thud sounding in his ears as Lex let his head fall back against the wall with a broken moan. Metropolis’ most favored son, putty in his hands; all that power, given over willingly to him. It was a high all of its own, more thrilling than even the red. 

Still stroking the cock in his hand, Kal continued his exploration of the miles of flesh offered up to him, licking and biting over any spot sensitive enough to elicit a shiver from the older man. He traced his tongue around the pretty, swollen nub of a flushed pink nipple, teeth tugging harder when Lex writhed in his grasp before laving his tongue over the areola to soothe the sting. And still his hand stroked, the way eased now by the spurt of pre-come that slicked the ruddy head and trickled down the shaft. 

“Oh, God, Kal!”

“Years of fantasies have nothing on the real thing, Lexy, do they?” Kal kissed and tasted his way down Lex’s body, tongue swirling into his navel, fucking the wet muscle into the indent like a preview of things to come. “Fuck, baby, never thought skin, just bare, simple skin, could taste so sweet. I plan to taste all of you, Lexy.”

Lex lifted his head from the wall to watch as Kal sank to his knees in front of him, only the firm grip around his cock keeping him from tipping over into oblivion at the sight. How many nights had he spent in an empty bed with this image as his companion? How many other faces had morphed into Clark’s as they bent themselves into this position? Nothing compared to reality. Not with that perfect, golden face looking up at him, green eyes bright and glinting red, lips parting as he started to lean forward. Only to stop just an inch away, breath ghosting over heated flesh as he spoke.

“Tell me, Lexy, does that accelerated healing of yours apply to recovery time? Can you go another round if I make you come down my throat?”

“Ah, fuck, Kal! Jesus, do you have any idea what it does to me to hear you talk like that?” Lex bucked forward in Kal’s grip, straining against the chains holding him up in search for leverage. “Do it, please, suck me. Trust me, as long as I’ve waited, I could come three times and still get hard for you. You could fuck my mouth, and I would come just from the taste of you, Kal. I want everything.”

“So do I, Lexy. And I intend to have it.”

With that, Kal slid his mouth down along the length of Lex's cock, his hand slipping away from the base to nudge his legs further apart. Kal swallowed him down greedily, the thin drop of pre-come that seeped from the slit and onto his tongue bursting sharp and tangy on his taste buds, leaving him hungry for more. His hands stroked along the silky bare skin of Lex's thighs as his lips sank down to the base, sparse red curls teasing his nose. He regretted not shedding his own clothes beforehand, the throbbing of his cock edging on painful as his senses were filled with Lex; the scent of him so powerful here, at the crux of him, sweat-damp skin beneath his fingers, trembling at his ministrations, the taste of the cock he'd dreamed about for years, Lex's moans and pleas for more in his ears, his eyes rapt on the way Lex's face twisted in ecstasy as he pulled back, lapping over the tip as it oozed more of that addictive taste. 

"Oh, fuck, Kal! Kal, oh, baby, yes, fuck." Lex tried to thrust into Kal's mouth as he drew back along the length, needing that wet heat, that suction around his shaft again. Kal's hands spread out over his hips, pinning him against the wall, and teased that perfect mouth over the head of his cock before swallowing him back down, into the tight enclosure of his throat. "Jesus, Kal, so good! So fucking good, baby, oh, God, dreamed of that mouth for so long. Knew it would be just fucking perfect."

Kal groaned around the girth in his throat, aroused further by the way Lex steadily grew more vocal as he sucked him off; knowing Lex's pleasure was his to give or deny was a heady experience. Eager to finally taste him, he sped his motions along the thick cock, the shaft thickening further as the older man drew close to climax. Holding Lex firmly against the wall, he trailed one hand down between his legs, cupping his balls, fingers slipping back beneath them to the sensitive skin of his perineum. 

"Holy fuck, Kal, Kal, gonna come! Fuck! Ahhh!"

Kal swallowed the first spurt of come that filled his mouth just as his nails scraped up over the furl of muscle hidden between the perfect globes of Lex's ass. He let out a prolonged moan at the full taste of Lex, the bitter, musky fluid sparking something primal within him. He suckled the pulsing cock in his mouth, drawing out Lex's orgasm until the lithe body in his hands slumped back, keening mewls sounding in his ears as Lex became sensitive. He pulled off the softening cock slowly, licking away any traces of come lingering on the spent shaft. Releasing his grip on Lex, he stood up, licking his lips, chasing any stray drops. 

"Knew you would taste amazing, Lexy."

"Jesus, Kal. How…" Lex panted, trying to recover from the best blow-job he'd ever been on the receiving end of, hating the manacles that kept him from pulling Kal to him. "I don't know whether I want to track down and kill every man you've done that to, or write them each an insanely exorbitant check for helping you perfect your skill."

"Aww, Lexy, jealous? Don't be. None of them compare to you, and none of them got me more than once."

Kal stepped up against Lex, capturing his mouth in a sloppy kiss, thrusting his tongue into Lex's mouth, sharing the taste of him. Feeling Lex settle under him, Kal broke the kiss and undid his belt, undressing at human speed to tease Lex back to arousal. Kept his gaze locked on Lex’s face as he slid his pants down, watched the way blue eyes blew wide with desire again as they took in his nakedness.

“Never would have taken you for one to go commando, Kal.”

“Yeah, well, I also don’t usually wear pants that are a size too tight, either.”

Kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants, Kal sped over to the small dresser by the bed and retrieved the bottle of lube he knew from experience was there. The snick of the cap was loud in the quiet of the room, Lex’s breathing speeding up as Kal poured a large drop of the slick gel onto his fingers, the older man’s heartbeat faster than even when Kal had been going down on him.

“God, you really want this, don’t you? Everything about you right now, is screaming for it.”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes, Kal. Please, fuck me.” Lex’s breath was coming out in sharp pants, and if Kal hadn’t known the unlikeliness of it, he would have been concerned that his asthma had made an unexpected return. He knew how much the want, the need, the deep ache of desire to be taken, owned, could leave someone a wreck of themselves. He’d seen it before, but never this appealing, this beautiful. “Please, Kal, I need it. Wanted this for so long.”

Kal stepped back up to him, placing the bottle in Lex’s hand to free one of his own, and wrapped his arm around Lex’s waist, hoisting him up along the wall. He pressed their groins together, groaning loudly as Lex’s cock slid against his own. Instinctively, Lex thrust up against Kal, his legs spreading to wrap around Kal’s broad body. 

The feel of Kal, of Clark, pressed against him, skin on skin, warm and hard against his own sweat-damp body, was like finding nirvana, a bliss he’d never managed to achieve through any of the designer drugs or thousand dollar bottles of scotch he’d sampled throughout his misspent youth. Better than any of the faceless fucks in back alleys and rooms like this. Just like he always knew it would be, and better than he ever dared to imagine. 

Kal’s grip tightened around him as he took a step back, angling Lex’s body away from the wall. He bent his head to tease his mouth over Lex’s bared throat, renewing the color of the markings he’d left, deepening them. Sliding his slicked hand down, he trailed his fingers between Lex’s cheeks, smirking against his skin as he felt him shudder at the touch of his wet fingertip around the clenching rim. He circled the furl of sensitive skin, pressing the tip of his finger past the ring of muscle as it slowly loosened at his touch. Looking up, he could see Lex's face twisted into a rictus of pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, teeth sinking into his bottom lip so hard Kal was surprised he hadn't drawn blood. Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue over the white line of scar tissue that divided the otherwise perfect cupid's bow, making the billionaire gasp and let loose the keening whimper of need he'd been biting back.

"That's it, Lexy. Don't hold back now, not when I already know how sweet you sound." Kal let his finger slip further into Lex, thrusting slowly. "God, are all you CEO types like this? So pretty when you finally get to let go, let someone else make all the choices? Think I could track down Bruce Wayne, make him break, make him plead? Or Oliver Queen…bet he'd look almost as pretty as you, stretched open around my fingers."

Lex let out a low growl, teeth bared in a snarl as he fought against his restraints, inadvertently pushing himself harder down on Kal's hand. His legs clamped harder around Kal's hips, thighs straining with the useless effort. All the supine submissiveness gone as he twisted himself towards Kal.

"Don't you dare! You're mine, do you hear me, Kal? I don't care how high you are on the red meteorite, you don't get to touch anyone else like this, ever again. I won't share you."

"Relax, Lexy. I was just teasing. You're so easy to ruffle, and so fucking sexy when you're mad." Kal eased another finger in beside the first, scissoring the digits to stretch the tight passage further. Lex whined again as thick fingers worked him open, sagging back against the wall, the ire he'd worked himself into dissipating and replaced once again by the need to give himself over to the young man surrounding him. "You make such a pretty little submissive, anyway, I don't need anyone else. Christ, you're tight. You gonna be okay like this? Don't think I have the patience now to stretch you as much as you probably need."

Lex moaned as Kal's huge cock thrust up against his own at the same time as his fingers pushed deep into him and crooked, pressing against his prostate. Kal was definitely in the running for the biggest he'd taken, and it had been at least two years since he had bottomed, but pain was no hindrance in the face of the pleasure he knew awaited. After all, Kal wanted to tear him apart, didn't he? What better way to be rent asunder? 

"Answer me, Lexy. Can you take me?"

"Yess. Fuck. Do it, Kal. Make it hurt. Make it good." 

Shifting them both so that Lex's shoulders were braced against the wall, Kal unwound his arm from around him and reclaimed the bottle of lube. He poured a generous amount over both their cocks and tossed the bottle unerringly over his shoulder to land on the bed. Wrapping his hand around their erections, he stroked in rhythm to the thrusts of his fingers. 

Lex yelped at the unexpected grip around his sorely neglected cock, hoping Kal wouldn't linger on this step, not wanting to come again before the brunette was inside him.

"Kal! Wait…condom."

He knew he couldn't get sick, and even if he suspected that Clark, or Kal, couldn't either, he didn't want to take the risk that he might be a carrier and he hadn't bothered to get tested in a while. 

"Trust me?"

And that brought Lex to a still. Kal - Clark - had shown him so much tonight, had trusted him without question, exhibiting multiple abilities - speed, strength, acknowledgement of the way the meteors affected him - blindly trusting him to stay, to take it in stride. How could he not do the same now, both of them naked and open, vulnerable. He could destroy the man in front of him just as effectively as Kal could snap his neck with one large hand. But he couldn't, not really. Neither of them could ever bring themselves to hurt the other so permanently, and they both knew it. 

"Yes."

And there was Clark, in that blinding flash of smile as the world moved too quickly, pressure around his cock gone as fingers were replaced by the blunt, wide head of Kal's cock pressing against his slick hole. Muscle stretching further, bordering on pain, as Kal pushed slowly into him, eyes widening, darkening. Slick hands found tentative purchase at his hips, fingers digging slightly into skin as he pinned Lex in place, prohibiting him from thrusting himself down on the thick girth that split him open.

"Ohhhh! Kal, please!"

"God, I like it when you beg, Lexy." Another inch deeper, tight heat surrounding his cock as he speared into the man who had given himself up to his mercy. His head reeled with it, the surrender, the culmination of years of longing. Slowly, so slowly, he slid into Lex, his cock throbbing, fighting back the need to slam into the body he had spent so long fantasizing about. He was surprised how much he enjoyed teasing them both by going so slowly, now that he was finally pushing into Lex, instead of the quick, hard fuck he'd promised. "So tight, baby! So pretty, splitting open on my cock, begging for more. My sexy little whore."

Lex moaned at the filth pouring from the polite, young man that he'd hardly ever even curse before tonight, and never without a following blush of embarrassment. His cock twitched at the blatant ownership, the 'whore' uttered as a term of endearment rather than spat out as degradation. Clark had always owned him, heart and soul; this claiming of his body was mere formality. He just hoped that once Kal was set aside, Clark would still be this honest, this open. This masterful. 

"Kal…Jesus, Kal, please, take me. Hard, fast." Kal had finally bottomed out within him, the full length and girth of him stretching him more than he'd ever been stretched. He had never felt so full, and he anguished at the way Kal waited, mouth working at that spot again. He wanted to feel that tug of skin against skin as he withdrew, that forcing push as he thrust back in. "Move! Need you to move, Kal."

Kal groaned at the desperation in Lex's voice, and, feeling the slightest bit mean, he dipped his head to Lex's shoulder, scraping his teeth along his jawline up to his ear.

"Now, is that any way to ask for what you want, Alexander?"

Lex's breath hitched in his throat, his cock twitching painfully at the husky voice whispering in his ear. God, he wanted to burn down every club like this one that Clark had honed these skills in. Even the most highly paid dom Lex had ever had in his employ hadn't managed to convey such command in one mere sentence. 

"Please, Kal. Please move, please, Kal, fuck me."

"Good boy, Lexy."

And then, he moved. A quick pull out, until his cock nearly left its snug hole, and a deep thrust back in, his balls slapping against the curve of Lex's ass. Lex cried out in relief, both at the movement and the return of Lexy. So, Alexander for disapproval - and didn't that just sting all the more for his upbringing - and Lexy for praise and satisfaction. The new nickname was quickly going to end up making him hard just hearing it, no matter the context. 

"Yes!" Lex's arms were aching, pulling against the chain holding him suspended as Kal kept stroking, his legs clenching around his broad back, but he didn't care. The pain only served to ramp his need higher. "Yes, Kal, oh, God, don't stop, please don't stop."

Kal didn't intend to, not anytime soon. He'd never felt like this with anyone he'd been with. None of those anonymous partners had ever made him feel this wanted, this needed. This loved. His cock swelled, all too soon, and he willed his stamina to hold out, to drag out this pleasure as long as he could. 

"God, Lexy. So perfect. Fuck! Love the way your ass feels around me, baby."

Minutes passed, the sound of flesh on flesh, and Lex's breathless cries of passion filling the air as Kal pumped into his pliant body, mouthing along his throat and jaw. He could fuck this body forever and never want to come, but eventually, he felt his balls draw up, climax rushing upon him. It was too good to last, the need to spill into the tight passage and mark his claim from the inside too urgent to fight off any longer. 

Crushing himself against Lex's body, the older man's cock pressed between them, he sped his thrusts faster.

"Come for me, Lexy. Wanna feel this tight ass squeezing my cock as you fall apart." Kal captured Lex's gasping mouth with his own, his tongue thrusting in as deep as his cock plunged into Lex's ass. "I love you, Lex. As Kal, as Clark. I love you. Come, now!"

Lex screamed out his orgasm, glad once again for the soundproofing of the room and the thundering music of the club that would drown out any sound that might have escaped from between the lips sliding against his own. He felt his orgasm rocket through him, his cock pulsing as ropes of come splattered against Kal's chest, marking him. Claiming him.

Kal felt the muscles clamp down around him, tightly enough that he knew a human would have felt pain where he just felt increasingly incredible pleasure. He let Lex wrench his head away as his release spilled between them, neverending. His own climax spilling as Lex found his voice.

"I love you, too. Always."

"Oh God…coming!"

Kal fought not to crush Lex in his grip as he came, the intensity of his climax unlike anything he'd ever felt. He clamped his eyes shut, the prickle of heat tingling like it hadn't in years. Control had never felt this tenuous with any of his past lovers, and, really, he should have known Lex would be different, even in this. 

Finally, as he filled Lex so completely that he could feel the come start to trickle back down his cock, it ended, his breath coming in heaving gasps as he stilled. He pried his eyes open as the heat receded, locking on Lex's wary gaze. 

Lex watched Kal as the brunette came down from his orgasm, uncertain who he was looking at. 

"Kal?"

"I'm still him, you know. Even with the ring. It's okay, Lexy." Kal pressed Lex against the wall for support as he let go of his hips, one hand going to the other, fingers toying with the ring. "Tell me one thing first. Do you want it like this, like tonight, for real? Even without the red? Do you want to submit to me?"

"Yes." No hesitation, no time taken to think. Just automatic response. 

Kal smiled as he tugged the ring off, the curve of his lips never faltering as his eyes flashed red and cleared, Clark shining through. 

Clark's lips crushed against Lex's in a bruising kiss, his cock still half-hard hard inside the other man, twitching in interest as their tongues tangled. As the effect of the red meteor rock left Clark's system completely, Lex felt the kiss shift, from fevered and hungry to soft and searching. And this, this was the kiss he'd always imagined they would share. This was all Clark. And it left him just as breathless as any of Kal's ravenous claimings of his mouth. 

"Clark." 

Clark trailed away from Lex's mouth to rain gentle kisses over his face as he eased himself out of Lex, setting the older man on his feet again and soothing his hands over Lex's wobbly thighs. Lex allowed the petting, still basking, but jostled the chains that kept his arms extended.

"Uh, do you mind?"

Clark smiled almost sheepishly at Lex, his hands sliding back up along Lex's body to his wrists. Keeping his gaze locked on Lex's, he tugged and the chain snapped between his hands. Steel blue eyes widened slightly at the quiet show of strength, and Clark felt Lex's cock twitch in arousal against his hip. 

"Showoff. There's keys in the drawer, you know."

Clark grinned smugly.

"Apparently, you liked it."

Before Lex could snark back, Clark scooped him up in his arms and strode across the room to lay him on the bed. Luthor money most definitely meant clean sheets. Crossing over to the adjoining bathroom that was nearly hidden, he found a washcloth and a glass. He filled the glass with cold water and wet the cloth with warm, cleaning himself up cursorily before rejoining Lex. 

"Clark, you don't -"

Clark silenced him with a glare, handing him the glass. A raised eyebrow got him to take a sip of the tap water, his nose wrinkling in distaste. 

"Diva."

Lex felt tempted to stick his tongue out at that, but clamped down on the urge as Clark swiped the washcloth between his legs, gently cleaning away the mess leaking out of him. He'd never let any of the others even bother attempting aftercare with him, not wanting the coddling from those he barely knew. This was pleasant, though, and something he could get used to. 

Tossing the soiled cloth unerringly at a basket in the corner, Clark straightened back up and took the glass from Lex, setting it on the table by the bed. He sped into his clothes, huffing a pleased chuckle at Lex's soft moan of desire and regret at the loss of Clark's skin on display. 

Placing a chaste kiss on Lex's lips, he whispered a quiet command to stay and sped out the door. 

Clark zipped his way through the crowd to the bar and ordered a Coke. Once the bartender turned to fix the glass, he sped to the coat-check room, which was blissfully unattended, and retrieved their jackets. The bartender turned back around, setting the glass on the counter, and eyed the coats with a modicum of confusion. He was paid too much to bother puzzling over it though, and Clark took the glass without question. Placing his free hand over the top of the glass of soda, he rushed back to the room without spilling a drop. 

In the room, he handed Lex the glass, smiling in approval as the slender man drank deeply from it. 

"You know, you're going to have to be more circumspect about flitting about in densely populated areas. I'll go bankrupt if I have to pay off every club we go to so they'll wipe their security tapes."

Clark ignored the chiding and took the empty glass from Lex, setting it aside, and pulled him from the bed. He bundled Lex into both coats, making sure he was modestly covered, snatched up Lex's shoes, wallet, and  keys, and lifted Lex back into his embrace. Lex sighed in resignation and slung his arms around Clark's neck, knowing he wouldn't be allowed to leave the club under his own power.

Before he opened the door with his free hand, Clark looked down at the precious cargo curled against his body. 

"Still trust me?"

"Always, Clark. Always."

"I trust you, too."

And with that he sped them through the club, out the door and through the parking lot to where Lex's Lamborghini was parked. Wordlessly, Lex took the car keys from Clark, unlocked the trunk and changed into a set of the clothes he'd brought along for the brunette. The pants were slightly too big for his slimmer waist, and the shirt cuffs slipped past his wrists - which still were bound in the remains of the manacles - but the attire would do for the short drive to his penthouse. No way was Clark going back to his dorm tonight. 

Tonight, they would talk. They would talk about what this meant, about where they would go from here. They would set out expectancies, limits, safe words, and the like. The old questions would not be brought back up. And, then, more than likely, they would have sex again. Without the red. Speaking of…

"Where's the ring, Clark?"

"In your coat pocket."

They shared a grin as Lex revved the engine and they sped off through the streets of Metropolis.

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There’s something that has been irking me in the past few months... /That/ part of the fandom (that mostly was NOT here when the manga was still published weekly and when it got cancelled by SJ) changed the narrative about our reaction to the ending.

Now it’s all ‘omg mean IR shippers who are bitter over their ship not being canon!! They are terrible people!!!’ and calling us us bullies when no, you weren’t there back then where there were daily d*ath th*ats and rude asks sent to us... Not to mention we were mainly angry at the way the ending was so rushed and poorly written. We didn’t even know whether I//sshin, R//yuken, G//rimmjow (AGAIN), U//rahara and Y//oruichi were still alive or not because it was never said IN THE MANGA (because we only got an answer in light novels years later but majority of people only read the manga, not the novels that are semi-canon at best). We were angry over U//rahara’s “forgive me, K//urosaki, K//uchiki, for leaving everything to you” was somehow forgotten and the final fight with I//chigo, R//ukia and U//ryuu (who had THE silver arrow) VS Y//hwach never happened. We were angry because C//had ended up fighting for profits (profesionnal boxing) and U//ryuu ended up alone (again), overworked and working as a doctor just like his father and that go against their character arcs. We were angry because there was a whole arc and hints in the final arc clearly showing how I//chigo didn’t fit in the human world anymore and yet stayed there in the end. We were angry because the Sokyoku, the symbol of S//oul S//ociety’s old ways and injustice that I//chigo destroyed, was REBUILT. We were angry because M//ayuri was still a Captain and not in jail for his crimes. We were angry because we loved and cared for the story and the ending went against the main and side characters’ arcs and against the s//hinigami’s new ideals represented by I//chigo and R//ukia. And yes, we were angry for the pairings too because it was so badly written but most of us were fine with an open ending or IR and ISH ending but the new ‘IR would be nothing without anime filler moments’ argument is so ridiculous because even if you only look at the manga, IR was great, developed and made sense. Weirdly enough, the ones repeatedly shouting that filler “argument” aren’t saying a word about R//ukia’s scenes getting changed/deleted in the anime rn despite being the deuteragonist as if her erasure hadn’t been bad enough in the manga vers. of the final arc (same for B//yakuya scenes to a lesser extent)... But yes, our anger is mainly aimed at how poorly written the ending was, not only shipping-wise but in general. And now it’s irritating to see new fans act as if criticism that were there for a decade is not allowed towards the story or the mangaka.

While I’m watching the anime so far and I’m happy with the added scenes (especially the ones with U//ryuu concerning his heritage and the conflict he feels over the whole situation), I must say I don’t like how they deleted R//ukia scenes and B//yakuya scenes on purpose. I prefer the old characters designs as well and though and color palettes are now closer to the manga’s, the body proportions often look wrong (B//yakuya’s face, U//ryuu’s jaw to mention only a few exemples) and the lighting is horrible. I’m watching because I want to see EBTR, R//ukia’s bankai, U//nohana’s true self etc. but I do understand why fans who were in the fandom back then aren’t watching the anime or simply left the fandom given how we’re being treated and how some people are changing the narrative.

(And before my words get twisted... There’s nothing wrong with being a new fan, just don’t make up a new version as to why we dislike the ending/how we react(ed) to it. The criticism towards the writing is also more than fair and has existed even before the last arc even started.)

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u know it's such a shame that kingsman universe only focuses on eggsy and harry (and a merlin a little) 'CAUSE there are such a huge amount of stories that could be told and questions to be answered (and yeah i know that its normal in not giving any plot or development to bg charachters but why they 've added interesting details IT tRiGGerS QuEsTiOns... *sighs*)

SO - some of my thoughts and (obvious) questions about k*ngsmn.. (i just 'd really like to see that....)

- THAT particular moment from the very beginning of the film - when lee dies - i damn want to know what effect it had on james (maybe even this outstanding (in every way) suit is needed for him to prove himself that he 's damn awesome and deserving the lancelot title??)

- harry in the film was referring to james as a friend and aaaand??? what james was like with all of the others (arthur and percy especially) in that 17 years? sounds like a good question

- it would be really cool to see some perci-roxy interaction u know... 😟

- IT ALSO WOULD BE REALLY cool to see perci actually talking

- that look harry and percival exchange at the end of the all-kingsman we-will-miss-lancey-james-sorely meeting IT MEANT SMTH it should 've.....

- when roxy becomes a kingsman agent she becomes the only female agent... that's very very very interesting--

- also the arthur moment. so chester dies and the main questions is how they choose a successor 😐

- and im very much interested how all the kingsmen 've dealt with the consequences of the v-day situation (the whole world was fighting so there should be hundreds of thousands dead...)... AND much more importantly: where the hell have the statesmen been during all of this valentine connected shit (yeah in the second film they 're epic but they 're kinda spies too so they shoul 've seen some situation going all damn over the world (celebrities disappering moment...) its their job...) *but lets just put this question to the box-for-the-stupid-questions-we-ll-never-get-an-answer-for where already question about the stupidity of james's death lies*

- there should be more respect for merlin in films (he 's like the big brain of the idiots - they 'd literally be weak without him) - i mean he wasnt killed in the second film 'cause he 's not treated like an agent by kngsmn... (and pls give him a normal office he 's a genius tech-wizard - this situation with him basically working on this tube-train-station is strange to me...)

- and back to my obsession: this contrast of perci wearing strictly super-classical black suit (other agents may wear more gray or more with-patterns suits??) while james 's wearing this tan-sandlike-even-goldish-a-little color ?? it probably has a huge meaning behind it

and still:

- why there can't fucking be two lancelots (his death is a trauma i can do nothing about it..)

*still silently thinks about that scene with james using that guy as a shield while killing them all by shooting off al damn bullets**