#his hair being played with is this mans kryptonite

[emacrow]

The first time The Justice league met the ghost king, they were not expecting this.

They were just trying to stop Luther from getting more kryptonite shards after getting an anonymous way to summoned more concentrated ones.

They were not expecting something to follow along after it. Constantine is in the corner cursing up a storm about the infinite king which batman files for later...

Only for a tiny elderitch being mauled the living out of lex, eating every silver of kryptonite (50 pounds worth of kryptonite since he was in the giant mech suit) in sight like a starved savage animal before ploping in mid air like it was a solid floor after a small(cute) burp, before reforming into a humaniod state.... which was a tiny 5 year old white haired toddler with a look of I over-ate a food coma worth of snacks and it was worth it.

Meanwhile Danny was this close 👌🏻 from snapping into a terror tantrum that would made pariah king rage seem like child play after he caught on real quick on what was taking his ghost candy rock medicine supply prescripted to him from frostbite. Fuck vlad and his stupid plan to try and baby him, fuck the ghost zone cause everyone is now babying him, and not even clockwork is taking him seriously but did gave some cryptic hints on the whereabouts of his medicine that would help him grow faster.

It been literally 3 months by now and he has had it with the babying even though he look 5 physically, he is 18 year old! Not even his parents taking him seriously and been using this chance to spend time with him.. which is fine but he draws the line after bathtime, the sailor costume and floaty!

He was practically ravenous to the point of going eldritch form when he went chasing through trail of summoning ghost magic leading to his precious snacks.

He not even caring about the sad bald man in the mech suit after he had his fill and probably overduing eating and is just inducing the process of his food coma.

He is totally unaware of the audience he has right now that being watched on lived TV.

[justaaveragereader]

Mine

Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Genre: Smut, Toxic Behavior, Dom! Mingi

Warning⛔️: Love Sick Obsessed Mingi, Possessive Sex, Talk Of Owning One Another, Pleasure Dom!Mingi, Breast Play, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Rough Sex, Manipulative Mingi, Oral (giving), Mention Of Pregnancy, Choking, Spanking, Stomach Bulge, Throwing Out Birth Control. If I missed anything👀let me know!

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!!🔞

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Mingi had always loved you, before you two even got together. You had yet to experience a love like Song Mingi. He was your overly grown baby, his heart was always in the right place when it came to you. You always said you wanted a man that worshiped the ground you walked on, a man who was obsessed with you, that is when life gave you Song Mingi.

Sprawled out on the couch, one arm slinging over the back of the couch the other playing with the string on his sweatpants, eyeing you up like you were dinner.

“What are we doing Mingi?! One minute you say it’s okay for me to go out, then the next minute you are pulling me away from brunch with the girls!”

His eyes follow your every movement, your hands constantly waving in the air trying to get your point across. Your heavy breathing, the wrinkle between your eyebrows from being frustrated, yet all this did was make him hard. The underlying possessiveness still prickled his skin but his sexual desire for you out weighed it all.

Letting out a frustrated groan you throw your hands up continuing to rant on and on about how Mingi pulled you away from the brunch you had been planning with your girls for a month. Taking a pause in your ranting you lock eyes with Mingi, to a random person he had the most innocent boba eyes, to you? His eyes held so many dark secrets. You hold his gaze, careful not to break eye contact, you walk up to him slowly, standing in between his man spreading legs. Hand on his shoulder while the other brushes some of the hair out of his face.

“Ming…Can you just please listen to me?” You please though a whisper, desperation lacing your voice.

His hands cup behind your knees, rubbing the back of your thighs all the way up to your ass and settling on your lower back, he brings his head forward to rest it against your stomach breathing in your scent like it’s a drug. His body physically relaxes when he breathes you in.

“I know how those types of girls are y/n. They think I’m no good for you, is that the type of people you want to be friends with? The type that thinks I’m no good?” He says against your stomach, it was always that voice, that damn deep voice.

“They think I’m no good but they don’t know how much I love you, do they baby?” His hands start to lower once again, firmly gripping your hips like you are his life line.

“They don’t have a man who worships the ground they walk on do they? Misery loves company, and my love they want you to accompany them.” He breathes in the scent of you again, you are like his own personal drug, he can and will never get enough of you.

“Ming…” You whisper out, staring at the top of his head in awe..he always knew how to get into your head.

“I would die for you.” He says against your stomach, kissing your lower stomach through your shirt, one hand unbuttoning your pants.

“I would live for you.” He brushes up your shirt, kissing the skin of your lower stomach, gently tugging your pants down to your ankles.

You bite your lip, letting out a low groan, head thrown back. His warm lips on your skin always made you crumble, Song Mingi was your kryptonite.

“I would walk to the end of the earth if you asked me to. That’s how much I love you.” He says before he starts placing open mouth kisses on your lower stomach, leaving small bruises behind to claim you, fingers hooking into the sides of your panties before pulling them down.

“The things I would do for you are endless, don’t you realize that?” He whispers out, fingers coming to run across your wet puffy lips, he looks up at you with your head cocked back, chest heaving up and down from the heavy breathing, your hand tight on his shoulder. You were his goddess and he’d be damned if he let your influential friends ruin what you both had going. They didn’t know a love like you both did, so how could they speak on what was yours?

His fingers rub steady, slow circles on your clit. He watched you with such an intense gaze it felt like he was burning holes into your skin, your body, his temple, he was here to worship you everyday of the week.

“Ming…touch me please.” You whisper out breathlessly, face still pointed to the ceiling. It felt like he lit your body on fire, yet he was the only way to cool you off.

He lets a small smile grace his face, he removes his fingers from your clit, kneeling on the floor between your legs, hands on the back of each of your thighs, parting them to get a view of your dripping wet cunt. He lets out a small groan before diving tongue first into your pussy.

His mouth running over your wet lips before letting his tongue part them, his warm tongue constantly would flicker over your puffy clit before dragging down trying to drink up any essence that escaped from your body. His warm tongue thrusting in you had you seeing stars, the feeling of his plush lips against you littered your body with goosebumps. Your hands comb through his hair, brushing as much of it out of his face so you can have a clear view of him eating you out. Your eyes lock on to his as he stares up at you drinking in your fucked out look, you guys were barely just getting started.

It was something about a big man like him being on his knees for you. Your friends told you he was no good, that being with him would lead to nowhere, that his obsession with you was unhealthy. If only they knew…This is what you lived for, you loved the chase Song Mingi brought to your life, the feeling of being wanted, no, needed fueled your body. His undying love for you made you feel warm and fuzzy. Mixed with the way he was currently slurping you down his throat? This was definitely where you wanted to be.

“Fuck Ming..” your toes being too curl, you are on the brink of a orgasm, you can feel him smile against your dripping core, plugging you full with two of his fingers making sure to repeatedly hammer against your spongy spot, while his warm mouth and plush lips attached to your clit suckling on it, his other hand grabbing a fistful of your ass pushing you closer to him, closer to his mouth. He wanted all of you in every way.

Your hands grip his shoulder for dear life, head thrown back, your back arching, you are cumming with a breathless yell, fingers holding on to him so tight you are sure you left marks on him. He eases his suckling on your clit down, he eases his fingers out of you. The taste of you on his mouth has his own eyes rolling back, his cock hard against his sweatpants twitching at the flavor of you.

Your legs feel wobbly as you finally come down from your high, you place your full body weight against Mingi, his face once again buried in your stomach, he wants to be wrapped around you constantly. Standing up he holds your body so you don’t lose balance, quickly tugging your shirt over your head, unclipping your bra and watching it fall to the floor while your breast falls free from it. The warmth from your breast warming his stomach causing his eyes to flutter back, tossing his head back trying to hold onto what small self control he had left.

“Come on..” he growls out, voice thick with impatience. Hands on both of your ass cheeks lifting you off the ground, before you can even protest he’s swiftly moving down the hallway to your shattered bedroom.

Tossing you on the bed he watches the way your breast jiggle with the landing. His body towers over you from the side of the bed, he looks like he’s starving, like he’s waiting for you to make mistakes before he jumps your bones. Licking his lips, he locks eyes with you, grabbing his hard cock with his hand, letting out a small hiss at the contact.

“Do you see how fucking hard you make me baby? Look how fucking hard my cock is just from eating your pretty pussy out.” He says, voice dropping an octave. He runs his hand up and down his cock. You drop the eye contact to glance at his cock staining in his pants, twitching with every stroke he gives. Your mouth moistens with anticipation. Your body is still sprawled out, naked body on display, legs spread open, leaning up on your elbows.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, only thing you’ll remember is how to say my fucking name.” He growls out before tugging his shirt over his head, he shimmy’s out of his pants quickly. One hand grabbing your ankle, pulling you towards him. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him filling you up.

His large body towers over your frame, his fingertips run lightly over your nipples making sure they harden under his touch causing you to let out a small whimper, making his cock twitch.

“Whose pretty girl are you?” He asks in a breathless whisper. Eyes raking over your body, burning this moment into his brain.

“I’m your.” You pant out, body on fire with anticipation.

“Who do you belong to?”

“ You.” Your response has his cock oozing with pre cum. One of his hands wraps around your throat. Squeezing the sides causes your eyes to flutter.

“Who do you belong to?” He grits out through his teeth, slowly stroking his cock over your eager cunt.

“I belong to Song Mingi.” You say through breathless whisper, the weight of his hands on your throat has you ready to cum alone. Locking eyes with him so you know he believes every word you say.

Letting out a groan he smacks his cock down against your pussy, the squelching noises filling the room, making your body shudder. He rubs the leaking head of his cock against your clit before fully stuffing you full, slowly inching into you before he’s bottoming out in you.

Letting out a breathless whine your back arches, making your breast jiggle, Mingi lowers his mouth, lips connecting with your left nipple, placing small kisses on the bud. He slowly pulls his hips back, tip of his cock at the entry of you before he slams back into you. His lips move to the other nipple, taking it in his mouth, warm lips against your goose bump littered skin. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you, his face pushing further into your chest. His hips rock back and forth into you in a steady motion. Thick cock hitting your spot with every stroke.

“Every inch of you tastes so fucking good.” He says, voice muffled by the sucking of your nipple, never he pulling away, blowing on your nipple watching it harden even more. His hand comes down to your hip, gripping it firmly. His other hand slowly drags up from your navel to your throat, each deep stroke has your body jolting up.

“You are mine, and mine only you know that though…don’t you?” He lowers himself closer to your ear, moist lips connecting with your skin. His hand tightens around your throat again.

“Those silly little friends of yours talk so much shit because they aren’t getting fucked like you. Yet you still hang out with them because you want them to see how I mark your pretty skin. You want them to see how much you belong to me.” His strokes start to pick up speed, your pussy is dripping all over your inner thighs, each thrust resulting in a squelching noise because he is right, and the realization of it all has your teetering on pure bliss.

“Isn’t that right baby? Maybe I should toss out your birth control huh? Throw it in the garbage.” He nips your ear while running his tongue along the side of your neck, leaving small hickies along the way.

The thought of him doing such an act has you clenching around him. Which he gets off on the fact that doing such a deed makes you hot and bothered.

“Then you know what I’ll do after throwing it away? I’m going to cum in you every single day, til you get a bump in this belly.” He slows his strokes, now thrusting hard and deep, each thrust has your toes clenching. He wraps one hand on your thigh, slamming your body harder on his cock with each thrust. While the other runs over your lower stomach. The gaze in his eyes looks feral, he’s so far gone he barely looks like your Mingi.

“I’m going to continue to cum in you every. single. day.” Slamming you harder against him.

“You are going to get swollen with our baby. Then you can go to brunch and show all of your pissy friends whose baby you are carrying.” He groans out, wet skin clapping with each hard thrust. Our baby, our baby, the thought of you creating a small human so you are forever tied to him shouldn’t turn you on but it does, it makes your body on the brink of ecstasy.

“You know why? Because you are mine. You belong to me, no one else.” He whispers out, his strokes start to pick up speed again but do not lose the power behind each thrust. With one hand wrapped tightly on your thigh, slamming you down against him while the other clings to your lower stomach.

A sadistic smile breaks out onto his face, looking up at your fucked out face, your eyes locked onto the small bulge in your stomach, it literally felt like he was rearranging your guts. Moving his hand from your lower belly to your throat choking you once more. Your eyes dance up to his, he looks deranged, in love, and obsessed wrapped in one. He’s looking at you with that gaze. That smile never drops once, he looks at you like he’s wrapping his hands around your soul. Mouthing the words “mine”. With his sped up thrust pushes you over the edge, your back arching, while your hands fly to his arms holding on for dear life as his hips speed up now chasing his own high while you ride yours out.

Grabbing your throat and pulling your face towards his own.

“Who do you belong to?” He grits out.

“You!” You say loudly, body still riding that high of your orgasm.

He slaps your thigh, hand gripping tighter on your throat, his hips wildly moving in and out of you, your body moving like a rag doll with each stroke.

“I said..who. do. you. belong. to!? Hand cracking down on your thigh once more. His eyes glaze over with ferality.

“You! I belong to you! Song Mingi!” You scream out nails raking down his arms, tears of pleasure pouring out of your eyes.

“Yea that’s right. You belong to fucking me.” He grits out once more slamming you feverishly down onto him with each stroke. Holding you flush against him while he paints your insides full of his warm cum. His head is thrown back, chest heaving, while sweat drips down his chest, traveling over his abs and splashing down onto your swollen, cum filled pussy.

Your legs feel like overcooked noodles and fall from around his waist, you let out a small hiss at the feeling, your body slinking back against your mattress completely. Closing your eyes you bask in the feeling of your post orgasm mixed with being stuffed full of Mingi.

He thinks you look absolutely ethereal right now, the afterglow shining off of your skin mixed with that dopey smile on your face is enough to make any man kneel at your feet. He’s just lucky that he’s the man that gets to gravel at your feet.

He doesn’t pull out, he remains deep in you, his hands come down to rub at your sore inner thighs, trying to work out any pain in them. You let out a small satisfied groan. He brings your calves to his shoulders, tossing your legs over them. Bringing his hands to rub at your lower back.

“How do you feel, my love?” He says while focusing on rubbing your sore body. A smile graces your face, a smile so big it puts the sun to shame.

“Relaxed and stuffed.” You say while running a hand over your lower stomach. Your eyes flicker to his concentrated face. He lets out a small laugh, hands working their way behind your calves that are dangling on shoulders. He places small kisses on the skin before he goes back to massaging your calves.

“I’m going to be stuffing you all night my love.” He says in between kissing your calves and massaging them. He always had the ability to say the nastiest things with such a loving tone. You bite your lip, eyes darkening. His hands moving down your legs to rest at your hips, before he flips you over, never once pulling out.

His body pushes heavy against your back, his weight on you is mouth watering. One hand hiking your leg up while the other wraps tightly around your throat, pulling your head slightly off of the bed. His lips brush over your neck, sucking bruises into it before nipping at your ear.

“And after this…I’m throwing your birth control in the trash.” He whispers in your ear before hiking your hips up. He lets out a satisfied sigh, breathing in your scent from your neck has him feeling like he’s on cloud nine.

This was going to be a long night, one thing about Mingi when he had his heart and mind set on something he becomes obsessed with it.

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A/N: Starting to realize toxic smut is all I think of😔🙄…idk where the clip is but I saw something on Twitter that said something along the lines of “when Mingi becomes fixated on something he is damn near obsessed with it/that’s all he thinks about.” And idk if that’s a fact or not but the thought of it mentally has my brain in the state of soup😀🤯💣. I love a man who praises the ground I walk on, like that is so OOWWEE! The thought of man being just so obsessed with me only if it’s Mingi tho.I’m packing it uppppp! But idk if that’s the daddy issues talking or…😀🫣 But anywaysssss hope y’all enjoy😚!

DO NOT REPOST.

[funtheysaid]

IWTV 2x02 Initial Thoughts (Stream Of Consciousness)

- ooh the title card changed! I’ve been wanting to see the Eiffel Tower as a “fang” since season two was announced. WE IN PARIS BABY!

- ayooo three-way (interview) incoming

- Daniel’s “Paris sucks” aka “Paris is where my ex-bf is from and he sucks (dick), but not mine anymore, and no, I’m not bitter abt that, his city just fucking stinks (literally)”

- not two minutes in and Devil’s Minion is already flirting bickering

- ALICE MENTION alice!armand truthers are gon love that shit i just know

- “I’ll tell you what a woman is” That’s my sapphic-coded queen!!! 🕯️ pls S2 give me claudeleine 🕯️

- “Gauche” well, yes.

- Loumand: 🥰🥰 Daniel: 🙄 he‘s so second-hand embarrassed for them I can’t

- I mean, it’s crazy. What? We finish each other’s- I WAS WITH HIM FOR LONGER THAN LESTAT WAS WITH HIM WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN DANIEL PUT IT ON RECORD WEVE BEEN FUCKING FOR LIKE DOUBLE THE TIME …that’s what i…was….gonna say?

- Louis would be that faux-intellectual hipster who has his own darkroom full of overexposed and blurry, unfocused photos that are his “art” bc he took them on film (affectionate)

- Not claudia calling him out on it in the next scene “let me think I’m deeper than I am” okay honey you do you

- “She’s miserable but she doesn’t want to fuck with your too delusional left bank dilettante vibes” ahh the narrative foils are foiling, I see

- The show: Alice was pregnant, My dumb ass: OMEGAVERSE DEVILS MINION !?!?

- “joyfully joyless” MOOD.

- Claudia looking at Madeleine like “I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her” Dw babe it’s a rite of passage for all of us you’ll figure it out

- “Your French is ugly” 🥹👉👈 weally?

- “the dress for my body” LOOK I know what she meant, but I can’t help it that my mind is perverted

- LMFAO NOT GLORYHOLE PARK

- okay why Loumand playing with my heart “I will never harm you. And I never have” wtf wtf wtf

-Oh no the ole business card trick! we all know that’s Louis’ kryptonite he loves a man with credentials

- i like girls, but why is santiago kinda…

- Woah the Annika scene was really hard to watch which I think was the point but goddamn idk if I’ll be able to rewatch that part

- Estelle is my self-insert. I’m claiming her.

- “You both fucked Lestat!?!” HOW DID THEY KNOW WE WANTED HIM TO SAY THAT!?

- “He tasted of vermouth and annihilation” We both know you have no earthly idea what that man tastes like, Armand. Be so fucking fr right now.

- Did Armand just casually drop that he had a threesome with a father and son? I’m sorry, sir????

- “Now I know what two blood fat cocks slapping hands feel like” When I tell you my spirit left my body

- oh shit here we go. I’m a caged animal and it’s time for my weekly enrichment. give me my loustat.

- there’s a letter !?!? Wait wait I wasn’t ready for something like this wait stop stop please

- “all my love belongs to you. you are its keeper” just take me out back and shoot me at this point

- “it is a thin veil” fucking fuck why was that so romantic??

- the blood tears welling up in Lestat’s eyes I’m-

- “Rebound of my life” and in that moment, he spoke for the people

- WHAT IS HAPPENING???? Jesus Christ, they were talking about Alice and then it cuts to FUCKING ARMAND!?! This is not a drill. Everyone to your stations, this is not a drill.

- “You sold your Dad’s playboy magazines at recess” Hmmm? You’re telling me a “straight” teenage boy sold porno mags instead of keeping them for himself??? Yeah, I call gay on that one

- “she wanted to say yes” you motherfuckers.

- Oh shit Louis is pissy tonight rawr kitty got claws

- Devils minion girlies are thriving, skin glowing, hair silky, breath minty, pillow cold, stomach full, dreams sweet, and by Jove, we fucking deserve it !!!!

- daniel’s shaky “um- gulp” …….guys this is gonna sound crazy but i think there might actually be a god

- ooh the camera/photography being like a divide or barrier between Louis and his present situation. Like he wants to capture the moments, but only as if an onlooker and not a participant… interesting!

- “Who?” will never not be funny

- “Mon ami” in the same episode as “Mon Cher” FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW

- “Armand for you” nah nah nah i changed my mind, you can do like Leatherface and shove that chainsaw in rough and hard

- Close up on Louis’ conflicted face, fire blazing behind him…. That’s not foreboding in any way. I’m sure they’ll all live happily ever after from now on :D

What a ride! Until next week! 🧛‍♂️🩸

[dancingtotuyo]

Kryptonite | Dave York x Reader | One Shot

Rating: EXPLICIT/Mature

Summary: Running into Dave York changes your life and unleashes a new part of yourself.

Inspired by Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

Tags: dark!Dave York, infidelity, Germany, song fic

Warnings: infidelity, violence and descriptions of violence, death (not Dave or reader), descriptions of blood, murder, self defense, explicit smut (p in v), oral sex (both m & f receiving), heavy groping, choking, smacking/hitting in a sexual manner, knife play, power dynamics, use of “daddy” in a sexual manner (minimal), consensual sex, possible dub con, cream pie

Notes: I wrote this one for the LOML @janaispunk for Christmas 🫶, though you won’t find it filled with Christmas festivities! Huge shout out to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for listening to my ideas, reading through it, and being an overall huge encourager!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PAY EXTRA ATTENTION TO WARNINGS ON THIS ONE

Words: 7160

THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND DARK THEMES. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR THOSE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE. MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT

“I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind.”

Dave York isn’t a bad guy. If one were to give him a chance, he would explain how he’s actually one of the good guys. He’s simply standing up for those who have been wronged by the fucked up system that abandoned the ones who do the dirty work. It’s all conjecture. How he rationalizes it all away. How he lets himself sleep at night, and go home to his wife and beautiful daughters. He does this for them. He isn’t a bad guy.

Yet, even he starts to see through his bullshit. He won’t admit it, but it’s getting harder to sleep at night. Tonight is one of those nights. That’s how he finds himself wandering the streets of a German city he can’t remember the name of.

The air is just verging on chilly, the breeze whipping at his typically well-kempt hair. He usually keeps to the shadows when he’s managing his side business, worried about being picked up on a camera, but it’s late now. He keeps out of the street lights, the stars shielded by the light pollution.

He inhales deeply. This time tomorrow he’ll be on a flight back to the States and slide into bed next to his wife. He’ll wake up, make lunch for the girls, and take them to school. The perfect all-American family. Dave loves them. His girls are his world. He is doing this for them. Every smile and giggle makes this all worth it. Alice and Molly deserve the world. Sometimes, he wonders if his wife knows. Carol hasn’t said anything, but sometimes he catches her just staring at him. Logic says she just loves him. How many times early on in their life together had he done the same thing? How long has it been since he looked at her with that awe?

If he’s honest, Dave doesn’t give his marriage much thought anymore. It’s something that’s just there like two planets orbiting each other but never intersecting. It’s something that’s just part of the persona of Dave York. The version of him his friends and family know. He is starting to wonder if that man still exists. He’s found himself feeling freer during his “work trips” than he does at home.

If it weren’t for his girls…

Dave can’t finish the thought as he collides with a woman in a blue dress and billowing feather boas wrapped around her neck. You.

“Oh shit!” Dave’s hands shoot out, steadying your form, one on each shoulder.

You let out a soft snort quickly covering it with a giggle. “Oh my god.” You try to sober but fail before another giggle takes over. You buzz with the carefree energy of someone a couple drinks into the evening but not wasted.

Any words forming in Dave’s head die there. Your eyes sparkle with mischief. Your smile leaves him stunned. He’s seen his fair share of women even as a married man, but never crossed the boundary of infidelity. Dave doesn’t label what is about to happen as infidelity because right now he isn’t Dave York from Arlington, Virginia, father to two and husband. Right now, he’s Dave York private gun for hire, or Patrick Smith born in Pennsylvania if you looked at his passport.

“I’m sorry,” you say. Dave’s hands don’t move from your shoulders. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Dave flashes a smile, the same one he used to pick up Carol years ago, but she’s the furthest thing from his mind right now. “I should be more aware of my surroundings. Especially with such a beautiful woman about.”

Your cheeks flush with heat. He has a sneaking suspicion that it’s not from the alcohol in your system. Dave has never been above sweet-talking to get his way during his time with the agency. “You’re American.”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Dave winks. You laugh. Dave swears he could listen to that sound every day if given the chance. “But are you with anyone? It’s late. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you out here all alone.”

You tilt your head to the side, life glowing in your eyes. Whether you’re always like this or it’s all alcohol-induced, Dave doesn’t know, but he wants to find out. He needs to know.

“And I’m supposed to trust you, Mr. America.”

He chuckles, looking up at the sky for a moment before bringing his gaze back to you. He can’t stop taking you in. You feel like a breath of fresh air in his stifling life. He smiles, the first time he’s felt fully himself in possibly years. “My name is Dave.”

You glance between his hand and his face, sussing out if he is trustworthy. He seems so, comes across as genuine. He’s a bit older than you, but handsome nonetheless with big brown eyes and the sincerity of a well-raised child.

You inhale deeply, choosing to be a little wreckless for once and jump head first into something. What’s the worst that could happen? You take his hand.

“I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon.”

It’s probably a stupid choice, but Dave gives you his number. His real number. He doesn't have enough time to see you again before he leaves Germany and he isn’t ready to let this go yet. He escorts you safely to your apartment, chatting idly over the 10-minute walk and the 30 minutes you spend on the front stoop. As he goes to leave, you stand on tiptoes, pressing your lips against his. In return, he pushes you against the front door, hands roaming up your sternum. You giggle at him like a smitten schoolgirl and hand him your phone.

Dave has a second number. He could’ve given you that one. He probably should have, but he wants easier access. He risks it. Dave is not a careless man, but he leans into the easiness of it in the moment. He kisses you again before leaving, much more chastely this time. He promises to see you next time he’s in town. He tells you he does business in Germany often. It won’t be long.

His veins buzzed with electricity the whole walk back to his apartment, his body alive in a way that feels almost supernatural. As he crosses the threshold, his phone pings with a text from an unknown number. Dave knows who it is before he looks at the text.

Over the next two weeks, Dave finds himself instantly reaching for his phone with each ping. The time difference is a pain in the ass but sometimes works in Dave’s favor. Like when Carol is sound asleep and you’re wide awake across the sea.

When the call comes through from a contact that they’re ready to move in on a target in Germany, Dave almost jumps up in celebration. He’s never hit the tarmac with his bags packed so fast. He tacks on a couple extra days to visit you.

Those extra days can’t come soon enough. He always prides himself on his ability to compartmentalize. He can tune out the rest of the world, get a job done with the precision of the assassin he is, and return to life as if nothing happened, but this time, he finds himself rushing through the process, eager to get to the finish line, eager to get to you.

However, when the night of the hit comes, he slips right into Dave York The Killer, cold, heartless, robotic. The crew is smaller this trip, the target not as high profile, but still a big payout. He forces himself to stay steady, forces himself not to speed through his progressions. The team doesn’t notice a difference in him. He takes that as a good sign. The target is asleep, alone, thank god.

Dave slides the knife into the victim’s chest. He’s lying if he says he doesn’t find a particular beauty in it. The firm pressure, the slice of the knife, the crimson blood. It’s always a rush, the planning, the practice, the kill, and Dave enjoys it all. This particular hit sends an extra rush of pleasure through his veins.

He takes the train to get to you, fighting the urge to show up on your doorstep in the wee hours of the morning. Dave York is not a patient man, but he somehow manages, pacing his hotel room still as he buzzes with the high of the night’s hit and the excitement of seeing you in the morning. You recommended meeting at a small cafe, but as Dave lays awake with the sun peeking through the curtains, he decides to surprise you at the apartment.

Dave has to force himself not to rush, which seems to be becoming a theme with him. He makes himself a cup of coffee in the hotel room and sits down drinking every drop until he can’t stand to wait any longer, leaving his hotel 30 minutes before he needs to.

Dave could’ve taken time to enjoy the city in daylight. He spends so much of his time in these destinations under the cover of darkness, missing the beauty, but he doesn't. He wants to believe he keeps to his training, keeping an eye out for someone following him and staying out of the view of cameras, but the truth is, he’s completely unaware of it all. His sole purpose is to get to you.

When your apartment building comes into view, he finally slows, aware of how early he is. Hell, he’s supposed to meet you there.

One of your curtains is open, giving him a faraway view into your apartment. Dave has fully accepted that he’s verging into creep territory, but he doesn’t care. It’s been two weeks since he’s laid eyes on you. That’s two weeks too long for him.

He holds his breath, waiting in anticipation for a glimpse of you, patience dwindling within a few minutes of waiting. The anticipation grows into anxiety. Did he come to the wrong building? That’s impossible. Dave never forgets places, even if he did, he would never forget yours. Are you home? Did you forget? He studies the window searching for any evidence of life. Has something happened to you? Oh god, has someone connected the two of you? Figured out his whole facade? He has half a mind to break down the door and go in guns blazing.

His phone pings. It’s the only thing that could break his concentration. Your name pops up, granting him instant relief.

See you in 20?

He smiles, glancing back up toward the window. You are okay. Everything is okay because Dave is a smart man. He knows how to cover his tracks, and you are a sacred treasure he wants to keep all to himself. He will hide you away, protect you from it all.

He catches the subtle flutter of the curtains. The world around him becomes nonexistent as his full attention is pulled toward the window. She moves into view, head whipping around as you search for a specific item. He smiles, all of the anxiety leaving his body.

Instead of responding via text, he hits the call button. The dial tone plays against his ear. She moves out of view, no doubt searching for her cell.

“Hello?”

A smile overtakes his face. Dave can’t remember the last time one did so effortlessly. “Look out your window, Darling.”

His voice sits low in his chest, sending shivers through your body. You pull back the curtain. Dave waves down below. “Are you stalking me now?”

“It’s not stalking if you showed me where you live.”

You bite back your smile, heat gathering in your cheeks. “We were supposed to meet there.”

“I couldn’t wait.”

“Give me two minutes.” You say and the line goes dead.

Dave watches you zip away from the window. The swinging of the curtains is the only indication you were ever there. His chest tightens as he waits. Dave York considers himself a patient man, but he checks his watch for the 5th time in two minutes.

Then your door swings open. You come barreling toward him, a smile plastered to your face. It’s contagious as Dave chuckles, spinning you around like an episode of The Bachelor. His lips are warm against your cheek. “I’ve missed you, darling.”

A shiver runs down your spine as your feet plant on the ground. Dave’s warm brown eyes meet yours. “How can you miss someone you’ve hardly seen?”

“How can someone not miss you?” He laughs, fingers weaving with yours.

“You lie, Dave.”

“I could never lie to you.” He winks.

Dave holds your hand all the way to the cafe. He pays for your meal. He’s engaging, charming, making conversation, desperate to know everything he can about you. You’ve never felt such intention from another person.

After the cafe, you walk through town, hand in hand in broad daylight. The conversation continues to flow as naturally as a river. Dave is captivated. There’s no other word for it. He wants you. He never wants to leave. He thinks he may need you for survival.

You steer your steps toward your apartment. There’s a time and a place for subtlety. Today is not that. Dave picks up on it, catching the dilation of your pupils, feeling the shift between you.

But when you make it to the door, Dave plays the gentleman, asking when he can see you again. You cut him off with a kiss, tongue quickly delving into his mouth. His large hands plant solidly on your hips. You pull him inside. Dave remains respectful, but commanding. You eagerly submit to him. He stays the night.

“After all I knew it had to be something to do with you.”

Dave is losing it. One might argue that’s a bad thing. He’s not so sure as his mind is overrun with flashes of you. He’s quick to check his phone each time it dings. He knows better than to assign you a specific tone, but he wants to, even knows which one he would choose.

His team is building quite the reputation in the gun for hire business. They’re turning down jobs, having to play the cautious game of balancing their time between murder and families. They can’t arouse suspicions. They take turns staying stateside, sending in different crews depending on the job and need. Dave accepts every job within a quick train ride of you. He goes on each one. Sometimes it’s just him. Those are the easiest. He doesn’t even need to tell the team. It makes it easy to slip in, add more red to his ledger, and run to you with his hands dripping, metaphorically of course.

He can never stay more than the weekend, usually no more than a night, but you take every moment. He’s a drug you crave, an addiction you can’t kick. In fact, you don’t want to. It doesn’t matter if you never get more than a stolen night here and there, you’ll take whatever you can get running your hands over his toned muscles, tracing the scars littered over his body, some new and red, some old and faded.

It gives him an air of danger that sends a rush through you each time, like there’s darkness embedded in each scar and it seeps into you. The feeling should unnerve you. It doesn’t.

You want to ask, but you bite your tongue. They seem almost glaring compared to the person you know. Dave is sweet and gentle. The most violence you’ve seen in him is the intense fly hunt you went on last weekend as it buzzed intently around the two of you on the couch. You wonder about the stories behind each nonetheless. He’ll tell you when he’s ready.

He leaves again. He always does with the promise of returning soon. He can’t give you a date. He never can. His phone rings as he walks out the door. You catch the flash of a couple on his screen and a woman’s name drops from his lips. He doesn’t know you see it. Carol.

“But still your secrets I will keep”

You’re drenched. Sweat gathers across your naked skin. Dave thrusts into your dripping pussy, cock soaked in your juices. Your moans marry together, echoing off the walls of your apartment at 2 o'clock on a Thursday afternoon.

You called out of work when he appeared on your doorstep without a warning. He seemed broody, crashing his lips onto yours with more force than you were used to, setting your body ablaze in a new way.

Dave’s hips snap into yours with greater force than usual, his grip a little tighter, but it doesn’t hurt. Not how you expect it to. You like it, this rough side, the way his large hand pins both your arms to the mattress. “You’re taking me so good, Darling. Like a good little girl.”

His words strike a chord within you. Your walls tighten around him. You’re close. You know it. He knows it. His fingers run through your sopping folds, flicking at your clit with skill and precision. Your back arches. You feel like you need to crawl out of your skin. “I’m almost there.”

“I know, baby.” He keeps pace, pushing you closer and closer.

The invisible line snaps as waves of pleasure roll over your body. Dave keeps going, so close to his own release. He’s relentless, prolonging your own orgasm.

“I want to finish inside you. Fill you up like a dirty little whore.” Your cunt clenches around him. You’re not sure why his words affect you the way they do, but you love it. He moans. “Please, Darling.”

“Yes,” You hiss, feeling as if your orgasm has started over. “Please, fill me up.”

“Fuck!” Dave thrusts into you. Once. Twice. And then he buries himself into you, filling you with every drop he has.

Once the high settles to a mild thrum and you’ve cleaned up, you sit on the bed, fresh sheets below you, watching Dave as he gathers his things off your dresser. The sex was different this time, good, mind altering.

Dave has yet to put a shirt on. There’s a scar along his back that disappears beneath the waistband on his jeans. You’ve seen it before. You know all his scars, and you’re gathering his secrets too.

“I hope that wasn’t too much,” Dave says, back still turned to you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he turns to you, with worried eyes. You saw a piece of him today that no one has seen before. Of that, you have no doubt.

“No, I liked it.” A small smirk quirks your lips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to trying some new things.” Heat pools in your belly again. That same darkness flashes in Dave’s eyes. You want to pull it out and learn it.

He chuckles. “I’ll keep that in mind for later.”

He pulls on his shirt, turning his phone back on. Your heart drops, popping the bubble. “You can’t stay.”

Dave sighs. You catch the guilt hanging off of him. “I’m sorry, Darling.”

“It’s okay…”

Dave bites his lip. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I-”

“I know you’re married.” It rolls off your lips without a second thought. You’re not sure where it comes from.

Dave’s face pales, tongue going dry as sandpaper. “Darling-”

“And I don’t care.”

The color fills his face again as he steps over to you. “How do you know?”

You shrug, laying back on the bed. “She called you when you were leaving last time. I did my research, Dave York.”

Dave isn’t sure what to think. In his line of work, it’s scary to know you found him on the internet. It’s a safety issue. If something ever happened to Molly and Alice… but he’s trusted you with much more than anyone else.

“You mean it? You don’t care?” He searches your eyes for any doubt, but finds none.

“You’re the one traveling across the ocean to see me. I also think you’re not just ‘working for the government’.”

There’s a deep growl low in his throat. He oozes evil like your favorite book to movie villain, sending shivers through your body. He cups your neck, using force to pull your lips to his. It’s hot and needy like he didn’t just spend the afternoon buried inside of you. His tongue shoves its way into your mouth, fighting with yours. He grabs your ass kneading it in his palms.

Then, he pulls away, voice gravely in your ear. “One of these days I’m going to tell you every single evil thing I’ve done, and you’re going to like it.”

You gasp, toes curling. He keeps eye contact with you, searching for any sign that you might reject him for it. You don’t ask. You don’t scoff. You believe him. You’ve seen the slivers of evil before, felt them. You’re beginning to wonder if they’ve seeped into you too.

Then he’s gone, disappearing like a ghost.

“I picked you up and put you back on solid ground.”

Adrenaline pumps through your veins. Your heart pounds in your ear. You can’t tell much in the dark, except there’s a man in your apartment, clad in black, and it’s not Dave.

You clutch the kitchen knife to your chest, thankful for Dave’s obsession with keeping things sharp. His boots are steady on your hardwood floors, leaving you to wonder if you’re safe huddled in the corner, or if you should sneak up behind him. Dave taught you to attack only if you are sure you can land a debilitating blow by surprise. You’re not a trained fighter. You’re not an assassin. You’re pretty sure Dave is.

Then, you see your chance. A small opportunity where you know you’ll be hidden in the darkness, not exposed by the open window. You know which floor boards to avoid.

You expect it to go by in a blur, but your mind feels clear. The exposed point on his neck calls to you like a beacon. The artery. He’ll bleed out before he knows what’s happening. Dave’s voice echoes in your head.

Your knife sinks into his neck, slicing skin and tissue like it’s softened butter. You pull the knife out, it drips with crimson blood. He tumbles forward, your lamp shattering into a million tiny pieces as he falls forward.

“You bitch!” He manages to his feet, blood spurting out of his neck. He tries to cover it with his hand, but he’s already losing color in his face. He stumbles toward you. You easily step out of his path, sinking the knife into his chest cavity. It’s more difficult, but you know when you hit his lung.

You watch him fall to the floor, air wheezing from him like a punctured balloon as he coughs and sputters. He’s trying to speak, but can’t. You cock your head to the side, watching it happen, watching the life drain from his eyes, listening to his final breaths. You did that. You took down a man bigger than yourself with two quick blows, without hesitation.

You can feel the thick, red blood dripping off your fingers, soaking into your clothes.Your chest heaves. The knife clatters to the floor. You turn your hands over. You should want this off of you, scratching at the skin to remove it. Instead, you just stare in awe.

Dave appears, heart racing as he takes in the scene. He was gone for only a few hours. A quick job in a neighboring town. “Darling?”

You don’t respond, still inspecting your coated hands. He puts a hand on your shoulder, desperate to know that you’re okay. You jump, eyes blow wide.

“What happened?”

“I don't know. I woke up and he was here… I just- I did what you taught me.”

Your eyes focus on him. He’s in weird clothes- tactical gear. He probably killed someone tonight too.

“Are you okay?”

Your eyes snap back down to your hands. Are you okay? You don’t remember getting hit or knocked over, just the steel blade sinking into flesh over and over and over.

“Darling, look at me!” His hand wraps around your neck and your back hits the wall.

Your eyes snap to him. Your heavy breaths mingle together in the deafening silence that coats your apartment. His eyes are dark. Darker than you ever remember seeing them. You think, maybe, there’s a hint of cruelty floating in them.

“You’re okay.” His eyes scan over you to assure himself as well. He reminds himself that blood is not yours.

Your eyes drift back toward the body. The body that used to house a person with a life and family and-

“Look at me.” Dave’s voice is commanding, forcing obedience. The other side of him is coming out. This is not the Dave you know. It’s the one you’ve caught glimpses of. The one he told you about. This Dave is a monster. A monster you should run from.

“You did nothing wrong. He would’ve killed you.” His hand presses into your neck again. “You did the right thing.”

You thought this moment would break you, losing your Dave, but this Dave is yours too. You thought the monster would scare you. It’s everything you’ve ever stood against, but you want the monster.

A thrill shoots through you, unlocking a deep urge. The world should be blurry, hazing like the TV shows when someone experiences a trauma, but it’s buzzing around you instead. Your senses feel heightened.

Dave says your name. You look up at him. Time stands still. He knows you know. It’s a question of if you will accept it. You shouldn’t. You’re too good for him. He shouldn’t tarnish you, but he catches that look. It’s everything he feels after a kill. The adrenaline rush, the buzz of life through your veins. Maybe he didn’t tarnish you. Maybe he unlocked something in you. Your bloodied hands tangle in his thick hair as he surges forward lips colliding with yours.

This is wrong, so wrong. Another man’s blood is literally on your hands as they tangle in Dave’s hair. You should be disgusted with yourself. This is wicked. You’ve run from the wickedness your entire life. Now you feel like you should have embraced it. He bites your lip, so hard there’s a metallic taste in your mouth. It only spurs you on. A familiar ache grows in your core. Your teeth nash against his, meeting each of his tortuous movements.

His hand squeezes your neck just enough to make your head go dizzy. You should hate this. You should despise this, but your cunt clenches again. “You like that don’t you?”

He loosens his hold, the blood rushing back quickly. It’s a new rush, crashing over the edges of your heightened senses. You feel as if every nerve ending in your body is on fire and you never want it to stop.

His rough voice presses to your ear as he caresses your exposed neck reminding you how fragile your own life is. “The little slut likes when I get rough.”

You whimper at his words, your underwear growing wetter with each passing second. His knee presses between your thigh, granting some tension to your aching core. You move your hips against it. “Not so fast, Darling.” He tightens his grip on your neck, pressing you further against the wall. “You think just because you killed him you’re in charge now?”

Another whimper falls from your lips. An involuntary tear seascapes the corner of your eyes, beginning its descent. Dave’s eyes flicker to it, head cocking to the side. His eyes look different- wild verging on insane. You should be scared, but it’s still Dave. You trust him. Then his tongue is against your cheek, wiping it away with a long, slow swipe. Your nipples pearl under your thin nightshirt.

He whispers in your ear. “I'm in charge. Do you understand?”

You nod.

“Good.”

He produces a knife out of thin air. It’s one you’ve seen before. He’s sharpened it at your kitchen counter. He brushes the tip along your collarbone. Your eyes track its every movement. It’s not enough to cut you, but enough that you can feel how sharp it is. Your heart thuds harder, but your hips move against his knee of their own accord.

He clicks his tongue, forcing the knife down in a single swift movement. You cry out, expecting to feel pain, only to find your chest exposed and your nightshirt torn down the middle. He hand gropes your breast, squeezing it like a stress ball. A gasp falls from your lips as his finger runs over your nipple.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

By your neck, he leads you in front of him to the bathroom. He kicks the door shut, pressing you against it. He produces the knife again, running it through your pajama shorts. The scraps fall to the floor, leaving you in the delicate lace pair of underwear you wore in anticipation of Dave’s arrival.

His tongue clicks appreciatively. The tip of the knife traces over the lace. You whimper, eyes falling closed. He falls to his knees.

“So pretty.” Dave presses his mouth to your clothes cunt. He works his tongue over the thin fabric, pulling it between his teeth. It’s just enough to tease and not enough to provide relief.

“Dave.” It comes out so hoarse you don’t recognize your own voice.

He grins up at you, pulling the knife through your underwear with a rehearsed flick of his wrist. They join your shorts on the floor. You’re bared to him while Dave is fully clothed.

You catch the blood in his hair, splattered on his clothes. It’s drying on your skin now. You know you should be repulsed by it, but the thought of what you did still makes you buzz to life.

“Stay right there.” He eases to his feet. “I mean it. Don’t move.”

He turns on the shower, pushing the hot water all the way. As steam starts to fill the room, Dave removes his clothing item by item. He’s not making a show of it per se, but he is commanding, concise. He pulls another knife from his belt and sets it on the counter. Your breath catches and he makes eye contact. A whisper of a smirk plays on his lips. “Standing so still for me, darling.” You squeeze your legs together, feeling the familiar squelching between your vaginal lips.

You eye the knife a moment longer, biting your lip. Something about it calls out your name. You’re not sure if you should grab it and find the nearest person to plunge it into or if you want Dave to use it with you, on you.

Dave catches the glimmer in your eyes as you eye it. A newfound excitement tugs in his belly. A whole new world is opening before him. One where he doesn’t have to hide all this shit from you, one where you might enjoy it too. You’re not shutting down after killing that man, his body cooling on your living room floor. You liked it. He likes it.

He kicks off his boots and socks. His pants follow. Your eyes travel over his body. The scars make sense now. You still don’t know what Dave does, but you know it’s bad. There’s a small band across his ankle that houses another knife. You should hate him for all of this, kick him to the curb. Instead, your cunt is soaking, and you’re not sure you’ve ever wanted him more.

He chuckles as you eye the knife on his ankle. It’s the only thing he wears other than his briefs now. His dick bulges, usually pulling your attention, put you can’t pull your eyes away from the knife.

Pulling off his underwear, Dave comes back over to you, pressing his body against yours. His teeth scrape over the veins of your neck and he bites down on your earlobe as his hand tangles in your hair.

You release a soft yell. You barely recognize the man in front of you, but it doesn’t matter.

He grips your thigh, hiking it over his hip, running his dick through your sopping cunt.

“You like my knives, Darling?”

You nod as pleasure plays like a movie across your body.

He gips your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” It barely comes out.

His brows raise in amusement. “Would you like me to use them?”

“You won’t hurt me.” You say it as a statement.

Flashes of his softer side show before he clamps them down. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Yes.” It’s almost a yell.

Without hesitation, he grabs the knife off the vanity, pressing it to your neck. “On your knees.”

You obey coming face to face with his hard cock. The knife stays against your delicate flesh.

“You know what to do, baby.”

Again, you obey, taking it into your mouth. The knife is cool against your neck, the only reminder it’s still there. You don’t know how it never pierces your flesh either by dumb luck or expert skill.

Dave’s hips thrust forward, almost triggering your gag reflex. Tears fall from your eyes. Curses sputter from Dave’s lips as he uses your mouth. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You breathe from your nose, forcing yourself to nod.

“Shit!” Dave curses, pulling out of your mouth. “I’m going to paint that pretty pussy of yours.”

Your cunt clenches as a small moan tumbles from your lips. He chuckles, hand closing around your neck once more as he ushers you into the shower.

The water is hot, burning against your skin as if it might melt your skin off. Dave holds you under the water. Your breath catches as your body screams out. The water beneath you runs red as the blood washes from your skin.

Your back hits the cool tile wall granting relief from the scalding water. He lathers soap over the parts of your body still stained red, fingers occasionally brushing under your breasts, tweaking nipples.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. Even covered in blood.”

You whimper again, senses overloaded from the trauma, the rush, the teasing. “Dave, please.”

“Please what? You have to use your words, Doll.”

Your walls constrict again, desperate to be around something. Your arms and legs are heavy with need. He’s never used that term with you before. It should be degrading. It is, but it sets another wave of pleasure. You wonder if it’s possible to orgasm virtually untouched. If it is, you’re close.

“Fuck me.”

His tongue clicks as he floats around yours, almost taunting you. He grabs your boob, hard enough it should hurt. It does a little, but pleasure overrides the pain.

“Ask nicely, Doll.”

His finger trails over your collarbone traveling between your breasts and down across your hip. Your thighs squeeze. His palm slips around as he grabs the back of your thigh, kneading it.

“I said.” His words come out like a punch. Concise. Almost sharp. “Ask. Nicely.” He pushes your thigh over his waist, forcing your supportive leg to your tiptoes.

You feel his cock near your entrance, brushing your pussy lips. You moan, hips bucking. He pushes against your neck, running your head into the tiles behind you. “You little slut. You think you can just take it.”

You gasp. “Please.”

“What do you want?”

“I want your cock inside me, Daddy.” It tumbles out of your lips before your brain catches up.

He thrusts his cock into you, sheathing himself fully, hitting the deepest parts of you. Then he’s gone, making you feel empty but only for a second until he enters you again. His hand squeezes tighter around your neck. You come for air as he continuously splits you apart thrust by thrust, pulling out almost fully each time.

Your moans are loud, drowned out by the steaming shower. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes. Dave pays you little mind, shows little care as he continues with a brutality you’ve never encountered, a brutality that only makes you soak his cock. He doesn’t slow. You don’t want him to. He never touches your clit, but you're propelling forward, chasing that high in a way you never have.

The pitch of your voice steps up. The spasm starts in your stomach traveling down to your core as you flutter around Dave’s cock. Your supporting leg shakes. Still, he never eases up, working you through your orgasm.

It hits you like a punch to the gut, a scream piercing the air. Your scream. Dave doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stutter. He keeps pace, chasing his own release.

With each thrust, you yell. You hear the squelching of your sopping cunt against his dick over the roar of the shower. His continuous movements extend your release until he finally buries himself inside you, coating your pussy with his cum. “Such a perfect little doll for me.”

You let out a final whimper as he pulls around, dropping your leg. Your knees buckle. You barely keep yourself upright, legs tingling and shaking.

Dave kisses your cheek. The softness causes a sense of whiplash. He glances over your body, making sure the blood is cleared from your skin and hair. He rinses the blood from his hair as your brain slowly returns to the world. You expect to be exhausted, and you are, but there’s still that low buzz deep within your body.

You killed a man. You took a life. You should feel bad. There’s a fucking body in your living room, but all you can think about is the rush. You liked it. Watching Dave, you wonder if he feels the same way. There’s no doubt to you that he’s taken lives before. You wonder if he knows how many.

The water stops. Dave dries you off with the soft bath towel. He helps you into his soft white t-shirt and tucks you into bed.

“I need to make a call.” He kisses your head and shuts himself in your bathroom. You hear him on the phone, but his words are muffled by the door.

You lay on your back, sheets cool against your hot skin. Staring at the ceiling, you can still feel the blood dripping from your hands, hear the piercing of the knife. You heart rate picks up. What would it be like to do that again? Would you feel the same rush of adrenaline? Would it feel better?

Dave comes out, tossing his cell on the nightstand and sliding under the covers. His hand covers yours.

“What about…?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s taken care of.”

You don’t ask. He probably knows people. His fingers drift over your cheeks and jaw. They skim lower, following the same path down your neck as your arteries. They feel cool against your skin, drawing patterns where you anticipate bruises tomorrow.

“Did I hurt you?”

He’s almost back to the Dave you know, soft and kind, but you still catch the edges of his dark side. He’s more of a blend now. You think you might be getting the real, true Dave now.

“No,” you shake your head. There was pain. You’ll be sore tomorrow, sport a few scrapes and bruises, but it doesn’t feel like he hurt you.

Dave kisses your forehead, fingers tracing your collarbone now. A question forms in your head, gnawing at the corners of your brain.

“Dave?”

“Hmmm?” He sees distracted, entranced as he follows his hand over your skin, skimming the tops of your breasts. Your nipples tighten making you curl your toes with a familiar tug of desire. How are you ready to go again after that?

“What if I liked it?”

His eyebrow quirks. “The sex?” he pinches your hardened nipple making you gasp.

“All of it?”

His palm stops. The pitch of his voice deepens. “All of it?”

You bite your lip, nodding.

“Use your words, Doll.” He cups your breath, teasing your nipple more. His breath is hot in your ear. “Tell me what you like.”

“I-” Can you really say this out loud? Will it blacken your soul? Or is it already charred and damned.

“Tell me.” He smacks your chest like a parent might smack their child’s hand away from an electrical outlet.

Your pussy clenches as you squeeze your legs together. He smacks your other breast in the same manner. You gasp, practically yelling out your answer. “Killing him.”

The air stands still. For a second, you expect a look of disgust to cross Dave’s face. Instead, a smirk grows. “You liked that?”

You nod, not able to say anything else. Dave climbs on top of you, kicking away the covers. He pushes his hand up your sternum, kneading your breast before running it back down. He repeats the motion, rotating between the two. Moans grow in your chest. He bites your earlobe.

“Did you like the way the knife slid into him?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Dave growls in your ear.

“Yes, Daddy,” you repeat between moans. Your sopping hole drips onto the sheets below you. Dave’s motions steadily grow in intensity.

“Did my doll like the way her body felt alive? Like you absorbed that bastard's energy.”

Tears drop from your eyes. You want him again. You need him again. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Does my doll want to do it again?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You practically scream. You should be ashamed of the answer. You should be ashamed that there isn’t an ounce of hesitation in your being.

“Fuck,” Dave says, shoving your legs apart. He pushes his cock inside you again. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure you will.”

Dave moves inside you. It’s not as violent, not as torturous as earlier, but it’s just as satisfying. The promise of more ignites a fire inside of you.

Dave takes you to the brink, pushing you until you pass out from exhaustion, spent, used, and sated.

“I’ll keep you by my side with my superhuman might.”

When you wake up the next morning, the body is gone. The lamp you broke is replaced and a new area rug is delicately placed in your apartment. Not a speck or splatter of blood can be found anywhere. Dave stands in the kitchen gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He cooks eggs on the stovetop and a steaming cup of coffee sits on the counter.

You wrap your arms around him. He hums. His skin is warm beneath your cheek, heart beating against your palm. “I like the rug.”

“Me too.”

“Kryptonite”

[thecouchshifter]

Hazbin Hotel NSFT HCs

Husker

He’s a service top and probably the biggest on checking boundaries and aftercare, like more than Charlie and Vaggie. His biggest priority is making sure whoever he’s with has a good and safe time. He’s got experience and he knows how to make anyone feel good. Also whenever someone calls him a manlet he will remind them that height doesn’t matter when you’ve got them on their knees anyway.

Charlie and Vaggie

Put them as a duo because who else are they boning? As a general note, they’re both switches and Charlie is the more experienced one of the two, though mostly with men. They’re generally pretty vanilla but have some light kinks and sometimes do some roleplay.

Vaggie loves a good strap, pulling Charlie’s hair, and biting when topping/domming and has a fucking insane praise kink when bottoming/subbing. Also likes the fact Charlie is taller than her in both (shadow of the colossus type shit or being absolutely towered over). Uses princess or doll to refer to Charlie while domming and generally uses ma’am or my queen while subbing.

Charlie is super soft and romantic when topping/domming and absolutely has to touch and kiss everywhere. When subbing/bottoming, she likes some soft under the bed restraints, maybe a blindfold every once in a while, and has a bit of a mommy kink. Either way she likes setting the scene with some candles and flower petals because she’s extra like that. Has a big praise kink too that goes both ways. Uses sweetheart and more recently little angel when domming to refer to Vaggie and when subbing pretty much exclusively uses mommy. Has one very pretty old school lingerie set that she will whip out when she really wants to impress Vaggie.

Nifty

There’s no polite way to say it, she’s a fucking freak. Doesn’t matter how you do it she’s gonna do some crazy shit to you or ask you to do some crazy shit to her. Crazy on masochism and sadism in particular. 90% of the bad boys she plays with get scared after the first time and she quickly loses interest after that. Such is the way of Nifty.

Sir Pentious

He prefers romance to sex but if it helps him bond with a partner he’ll do it. Sadly, nobody has actually stayed with him past the first date before. He’s a hopeless romantic but hopes one day he’ll find someone who loves him for him. If he did bone, he’d be really awkward about it and not really know what he was doing but inconceivably keep falling upward and in the end do a really good job. After the fact he’d need a solid 20 minutes to recover while just laying there in shock before thanking his partner profusely.

Cherri Bomb

She has fucked a lot of ways and is generally open to trying anything. Has a few utterly bizarre kinks and fetishes. Not even particularly disturbing just very oddly specific. Like fleshlight between the legs while a replica dildo of her partner’s dick fucks her and their real dick fucks the fleshlight type strange.

Angel Dust

I mean sure he’s down for pretty much anything but slow, romantic, vanilla sex is his fucking kryptonite. He doesn’t get it in the studio or god forbid with Val, so when he does he’s surprised for a minute before he gets completely lost in his partner’s eyes. Don’t get me wrong he loves kinky shit, especially bondage, but getting back to basics is such a treat for him. Very into body worship for a similar reason. Boy just wants to feel loved. Has a set of lingerie for every occasion

Alastor

“Ha! No.”

Vox likes to think of him as a massive sub tho.

Lucifer

He’s a switch that will absolutely commit to the bit if he’s doing any kind of roleplay or D/S stuff. This man is a grade A actor to the point where Lilith was worried on several occasions as to if he was possessed. He has had millennia to perfect his technique and you will find no soul in hell bar maybe Asmodeus who knows how to use all the tools at his disposal better than him. Has a bit of a ringmaster/circus fantasy and has referred to Lilith as his little acrobat multiple times. Lilith also gets a bit worried when Lucifer is horny because it usually means he hasn’t taken his depression meds. Calls Lilith goddess a lot too.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

I have another request for your celebration please.

Curtis Everett, Biker au,

“You’re not the person I thought you were.”

Okay so you might not have been expecting smut with this but.... this kinda got away from me... what can I say Curtis Everett does things to me...

An Angel with a Darkside - Biker!Curtis Everett x Reader

Summary: Curtis is a man with a dark side, a side he never showed to you... but now you really wanted it

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Use of sox toys! Language! Dom!Curtis

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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An Angel with a Darkside

You bit your lip, chin resting in your palm as you leaned against the counter in your cafe. There were many things you could be doing right now, like restocking the pastries and wiping down tables but your attention was solely on the group of bikers across the road.

For many people owning a cafe opposite a bar that was the go-to haunt for the local biker gang would be a dealbreaker. But you loved it solely because it gave you unlimited access to gaze at them all day, especially at one biker in particular.

Curtis ‘the axe’ Everett.

His buzzcut hair, rippling muscles, stern expression and icy blue eyes could make anyone nervous to be in his presence, but to you, it was your kryptonite and made you weak at the knees. After a month of gazing at him, daydreaming about him, you thought you were actually dreaming when he walked into the cafe one day. 

You swallowed nervously as he walked up to the counter, his leather jacket making his biceps look inhumanly large “Hi, what can I get for you?” You smiled hoping you didn’t look too lovesick as you gazed up at him.

The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corner of his lips “Just a black coffee thanks, to go” he nodded.

“Sure not a problem” you smiled quickly turning your back on him to make his order, you weren’t sure if it was the fact that you couldn’t see him but a wave of confidence crashed over you “Do you want a little Irish added to your coffee?”

“I didn’t realise cafes stocked whiskey” he commented as you finished making his drink and turned back around to face him.

“We don’t but I can make sure I have it for next time” You smirked and the smile that was playing at his lips grew “Can I get you anything else?”

“What do you suggest?”

“Well you can never go wrong with a chocolate croissant, they’re handmade,” you said nodding to the display of croissants.

“I’ll take one of those too then”

“Coming right up” you smiled quickly packing one away into a to-go bag “That’ll be eight dollars please”

Curtis placed 10 dollars on the counter and picked up his coffee to take a sip “Just what I needed, keep the change angel” he winked as he grabbed his croissant and walked out of the cafe.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched him go, eyes focused on his perfect ass. So much so that it was only when he was out of view that you spotted he’d left the sleeve of his to-go cup on the counter and it was only when you picked it up that you realised he scribbled his number onto it.

Fast forward 3 months and the two of you were officially dating and it had been amazing. You didn’t care about his tough and rough exterior, if anything it was a major turn-on for you. Curtis could also be incredibly sweet behind those frowns and grunts. Whenever he took you to bed he worshipped you, his rough hand gliding gently over your skin, it was amazing. 

But…

You wanted more, needed more. Yes, he had given you some of the best orgasms of your entire life with the smooth and gentle lovemaking, but what really got you going was watching him being tough, commanding and dominating. You wanted him to dominate you. 

You weren’t sure exactly how to ask him to bring that side of himself into the bedroom though. But after watching him holding someone up by the collar of their jacket you couldn’t wait any longer and set a plan in motion. 

You and Curtis already had a plan to meet up this evening, Curtis coming over to your apartment for dinner and a good time, but instead of meeting him downstairs in your cafe you left a note telling him to meet you upstairs.

Which is exactly where you waited for him, dressed in black lingerie which left absolutely nothing to the imagination made from nothing but small straps of black material. The marble kitchen counter cool against your bare skin as you perched invitingly on the edge. 

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you heard Curtis’ heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, but as soon as he set his eyes on you and you saw them darken you knew you were in for a good night. 

Curtis silently walked over to you, his icy blue eyes devouring your entire body. He said nothing as he reached out and ran his finger underneath one of the straps, his knuckle brushing over your exposed sensitive peak. 

The corner of his lips tugged upwards when you shivered at his touch “What is all this?” 

You leaned forward to run your hands over the shoulders of his leather jacket “I love it when you worship me but… watching you today…” you said taking a deep breath as your gaze met his “Being so… dominant…”

The lopsided grin on Curtis’ face grew “You want that hm?” he hummed, his hand moving to cup the underside of your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. 

“So much” you breathed out.

A flash of worry passed over Curtis’ face “I don’t want to hurt you” he muttered, eyes dropping. 

You cupped his cheek to return his gaze to yours “You won’t” you said before smirking “I’m tougher than I look”

Curtis chuckled shaking his head, his gaze finally falling to the selection of toys you had left out around you “Where have you been hiding all these?” he said as he reached out and picked up a pair of fluffy handcuffs.

You shrugged innocently “Just next to all my deepest darkest secrets” you winked. 

Curtis chuckled again as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of you “We should have a safe word Angel” 

You nodded “How about… croissant?” you smirked recalling the first time you met. 

Curtis gave you a wicked grin as he nodded “Okay, now lie back angel, hands above your head” 

You were buzzing with anticipation as you did what he said, your fingers brushing against the cool metal of your kitchen sink behind you. You heard Curtis move around the island before his hands took yours and the handcuffs were placed around your wrists, securing you in place using the kitchen faucet. 

He walked back around to where your legs hug off the edge of the counter, pulling you closer to the edge “I recall our plans to have dinner tonight” he said, pulling aside the thin straps that covered your core “but I guess I’m the only one eating tonight” 

You bit your lips as you felt his breath ghost over you, but it did nothing to stop the moan that broke free when Curtis dove in. Usually Curtis took his time, would gently work you up before diving in but he wasn’t holding himself back. Your legs clamped around his head, his beard burning against your thighs. His hands moved to grip your thighs, keeping them exactly where he wanted them, his grip so tight it was sure to leave a mark. 

Your back ached against the counter, the metal of your handcuffs clinking against the faucet. This unrestrained animal was just what you wanted and more. You tried to hold yourself back so this moment would last forever but you came harder and faster than you ever have before, practically screaming his name. 

You watched with hooded eyes as he rose back up to his full height, in the low light of your kitchen you could see your essence glistening on his beard. He licked his lips before he leaned over to press wet kisses up your body. 

“I know you’re in charge but I have a suggestion” you muttered in between deep breaths.

You felt Curtis smirk against your skin, his eyebrow arched as he glanced up at you “Oh really? And what is it?” 

You smirked back at him “Unlock these and you’ll find out” you said tugging on the handcuffs. 

Curtis didn’t say anything as he rounded the counter once more and freed you from the handcuffs. As he walked back around you pushed yourself off of the counter, turning around and bending over. You saw the wolfish grin on Curtis’ face as he moved to stand behind you. 

“Oh” he muttered in surprise, in all the time you knew him you’d never heard him sound so surprised “What is this?” he asked, his voice dropping. 

You knew exactly what he meant as he touched the gem-encrusted butt plug that you had already inserted before his arrival, his touch making you clench around the cool metal “I thought it would be wise to prepare myself” you said glancing over your shoulder at him. 

His eyes met yours, eyes that were now so dark you couldn’t see the icy blue anymore “You’re not the person I thought you were” he hummed.

“Oh really?” you smirked.

Curtis shook his head “You’re so much better… my sweet little angel has a dark side”

“And I’m all yours” you said pushing your ass out towards him.

Curtis let out a dark chuckle as he leant down to press a kiss to your shoulder “Remember our safe word?” he asked, you hummed and nodded your head “Good because you might need it”

You bit your lip in anticipation as your listened to him unbuckle his jeans. You gasped when you felt him run himself up and down your soaked folds your breath hitching when you felt him press inside you. Except it wasn’t him, he’d grabbed one of your larger vibrators and was using that instead. 

“Gotta make sure you’re ready angel, I’m guessing this is your first time” he hummed as he turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting. 

You whimpered at the sensation of being so full as you nodded your head in answer. Your whimper then turned into a whine as you felt Curtis pull the plug from you, your body mourning the loss of sensation. Curtis shushed you quietly as he ran his hands over your ass, one hand moved to your core collecting your juices before returning to your ass, his fingertip swirling against your rosebud. 

“Relax” Curtis instructed as he slowly teased your hole and your body instantly responded to his command “Good girl,” he said as he pressed his finger further into you.

You could only moan his name as you rutted back against him desperate for more, but Curtis took his time with you, opening you up before he added another finger. When you began to beg for more he responded not by adding more, but by turning up the intensity of the vibrator. 

“That’s it, I want to feel you come one more time, make sure you're thoroughly ready for me,” Curtis said as he pressed a kiss to your spine. 

Your toes curled as you felt another orgasm crash over you, harder than the one before. If it wasn’t for the countertop beneath you, you would have sagged completely to the floor. 

It was while you were coming down from that high that Curtis got himself ready, your body instantly responding when he pressed his tip to your hole. He pressed himself inside slowly, letting you open up for him in your own time. He was only halfway in when it felt like you couldn’t take anymore, you were already too full with him and the vibrator.

“You can do it angel, just a little more” Curtis gently coaxed. 

Your body relaxed some more as he slowly thrust into you until he was fully seated inside you. The both of you pausing to just enjoy the sensation. 

“Fuck you feel so good” Curtis ground out between heavy breaths. 

You could only moan in response, all coherent thoughts gone from your brain, all that was left was the euphoria you were feeling, how good it felt to be so full. 

“How do you want this?” Curtis then asked, his hands running gently across your back. 

“All” was the only thing you were able to say, you wanted it all. 

Curtis thankfully understood exactly what you meant as he began to thrust into you with no restraint. You instantly began chanting his name with every thrust, understanding that this was the true meaning behind the phrase ‘fucking your brains out’. 

It was a miracle that you hung on for as long as you did, your peak dangerously close from the moment he entered you. But when he reached beneath you to turn your vibrator on to his highest setting you completely lost it, screaming his name as you came around him, screaming so loud you were certain the people across the street could hear you. Curtis followed swiftly behind you, spilling himself inside you, cum leaking out. 

The both of you took a moment to recover before Curtis pulled himself and the vibrator from you, making you whine at the breath of emptiness you felt. Curtis then gently helped you stand back up, hooking his arm beneath you and lifting you up when your knees went weak. 

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he carried you from the kitchen and into your bedroom, gently setting you down on the soft mattress. He went to then step away but you grabbed his wrist.

“Thank you” you whispered, your voice hoarse from all the moaning. 

Curtis gave you a soft grin as he bent down to kiss you softly “No, thank you” he murmured “Now relax while I clean you up and look after you like the angel you are”

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demon time

SUMMARY: cigars, you, afc north king. it’s the best thing joe could ever wish for.

WARNINGS: dom!joe, cocky!joe, spanking, smut, smoking, degradation, spitting, hair-pulling, sexting, dirty talk, etc.

"You up?"

"Why?"

"I can't see my baby before my big game?"

"Never said that. Come over loser."

You don't get a message in return from Joe, rolling your eyes playfully, you know he's going to be wanting something. Putting on some booty shorts and a hoodie with no bra and no shirt underneath it. Your man wants to see you before he plays against the Ravens on Sunday.

You don't mind though, anytime with Joe is precious to you. Especially when he has you moaning his name repeatedly and losing any train of thoughts you have;

"Please Joe! It feels so good."

He smirks, playing your clit and your knees give out on you. Blushing, you hide your face from Joe. "Don't hide baby, this pussy is simply telling me who she belongs to. That's all."

You whimper slowing down your movements and Joe pulls your head back. "You can ride me better than that, love."

Feeling Joe thrust up on you makes you yelp in surprise, "I can baby." Standing back up on your feet, you slowly begin riding Joe before bending over and moving your hips back and forth.

"You love fucking me!"

Joe lays against the pillows watching you chase after your nut. Smacking your ass here and there, "You right princess, I love this pussy."

Turning your head, "Play with her then baby. It's all yours." One hand of Joe's grabs your hip, the other slightly grabbing your throat, "All mines, huh?"

Joe body moves upwards into yours, causing you to throw your head back onto his shoulder. You cry out in pleasure feeling Joe choke you harder, it always makes him feel good whenever you're absolutely fucked out.

"I'm never letting you go."

You blink. Checking the time on your phone, seeing it's eight thirty pm and you just received a message from Joe. He alerts you that he's pulling up soon, heading downstairs, you slip on your comfortable ugg slides that he bought for you. Such a gentleman yet the nastiest man in bed. You love it though.

Hearing a beep coming from your alarm system, you open your front door and walk outside seeing Joe's Porsche pull up in your driveway. Walking to the passenger side, Joe rolls down the window, "I'm staying the night. Let me park in your garage."

You perk your eyebrows up in amusement, you turn around walking towards the garage door, opening it for Joe. His car slowly puts into the house, looking so sexy being parked next to the Jeep he bought you. You two lock eyes and see a small smirk growing on his face, already knowing what he's thinking.

"Uh uh, Burrow. Don't you have an important game tomorrow?" You ask pointing a finger at him when he gets out the car with a bag on his back. "Damn, I can't spend the night with my baby? No pre-game luck?" He teases, giving you a forehead kiss and closes the garage doors.

You roll your eyes, walking back inside the house with Joe hot on your tail. "You only want to come over here because you know I'll cook and iron your game day clothes for you."

"You can always move in with me," Joe says running his hands down to your ass giving it a generous squeeze gaining a moan from you. Joe's been trying to get you to move in with him since hitting the second year anniversary of you two's relationship.

"Fu-ck.. I would love to baby, I just don't wanna disturb your peace." You answer honestly, turning around to wrap your arms around Joe's waist. Joe huffs out a laugh, shaking his head, "You never interrupt my peace. I always want more of you."

"Are you sure..? I don't know baby, I'm scared."

Joe stares at you in confusion before pulling your braids away from your face, "Scared of what? Baby.. you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you and need you, all the time. Your presence brings me happiness. You make me weak, my kryptonite. I'm not forcing you to move in with me, but I'm trying to build a family with you. I want to marry you baby."

You try to find the words to respond to Joe but there's no sound coming from your mouth. "I.. I don't know what to say Joe.. if you mean it, I'll move in with you."

Joe gasps and he shows off that smile that you love to see, "Really?!" He excitedly asks and picks you up, twirling the both of you around. You laugh loudly holding on tightly to Joe, "Yes! I'll move in with you Joesph."

Joe slowly puts you down on your feet, pulling you into his body by your throat and giving you a long tongue kiss. You both moan into the kiss, also feeling how your nipples are becoming hard against Joe's broad chest.

Joe sucks on your bottom lip, hearing you whimper against him, "Louder babe. You're so pretty when I'm making you feel good. Isn't that right?"

You murmur a low yes, grinding your lower body into Joe's, he grabs your hips stopping your movements. "If only I didn't have that game tomorrow, you'd be a slutty little whore for me right now. So fucked out and wouldn't be able to walk nor talk the next morning."

You feel your panties get damp, closing your your legs tight. Joe notices and grins, "I forgot. My princess loves when I degrade her, you love when I talk to you like that? Hm? Always wanting to be fucked, slut. You know daddy has a big game tomorrow."

"You started it!" You whine and Joe's eyes darken in your direction. Shivering, you attempt to back away from Joe but he pulls you closer to him, not even thinking it was possible. "Where you going? You're going to wish you never yelled at me, after tomorrow, mark my words, princess."

Pouting, you tug Joe down to you, kissing his lips softly. He laughs evilly, pushing you back into a wall and smacking your ass.

Punishment from Joe only meant you not being able to properly walk and talk for a whole day. If they win tomorrow, you definitely are going to be in for a long night. Joe had told you whenever they clinch the AFC North, he plans on doing his traditional cigar smoking with his teammates. For you, it means getting fucked until you're not able to think straight for a while.

"I'm tempted to bend you over right now, but I won't. You'll see tomorrow, let's eat dinner and go to sleep, yeah?" Joe grabs your chin, making you look directly into his dark eyes.

"But.." Joe holds his hand up, "I asked for a rebuttal, mama?" You shake your head no and Joe smiles, "I thought so. You're already on the edge with me, don't push it."

"Yes sir."

- - - -

You went to sleep horny. While Joe slept peacefully next to you. He teased you numerous of times throughout dinner. You couldn't do anything about it, you're frustrated. Having to wait until after the game is over to get what you want from Joe.

The next morning, you woke up before Joe, taking a shower and making sure you smell really good for your man. He wakes up while you're brushing teeth, smelling flowers due to the bath scrub and soap you used on your body. He smiles walking in the bathroom as you rinse your mouth out, running his hand over your ass.

"Good morning beautiful," He says kisses your cheek and you blush, not even able to contain the small giggle that comes out your mouth.

"Morning Joey." You reply, turning around to give him a kiss on his lips. He returns the kiss, humming in content. "You promise to be a good girl today? I'm thinking about spanking you with my hand but I can always use the whip. The choice is yours, mama."

"I promise to be a good girl, today. Please daddy can you go easy on me?" You plead wrapping your arms around Joe's neck.

"Begging for me to go easy on you? Are you taking me as a joke, baby?" Joe chuckles, grabbing your hair and pulling it back hard but not enough to hurt you. You moan putting your hand on Joe's arm to hold yourself up.

"No sir."

"Good.. that's so good. I'm going to take a shower and get ready. Can you iron my outfit babe? It's placed on the table downstairs." Joe asks letting your hair go and pulling you in for a kiss. You momentarily forget what Joe asks until his lips pull away from yours, "I-I.. can baby. I'll do that."

Joe backs away from you and watches you walk out the bathroom, "I hope you've been stretching, daddy needs to see that pussy up close when I get home." Blushing, you walk downstairs, hoping that you also stretched, if not, you would before the game starts.

After ironing his clothes and stretching your legs, you finally put on your outfit for the game and Joe comes downstairs in nothing but a towel that's low on his waist. Pulling you into his side, he grabs your ass, "You ironed my clothes baby?"

"Yes baby, I did." You pointed towards his clothes and Joe kisses your cheek before heading over to his clothes. You think you need to have a few shots of liquor before the day gets going.

Joe laughs quietly to himself, seeing you out the corner of his eye, take a shot. He loves to tease you, get you all sexually frustrated, just to make you cry on his dick. Works every-time.

Joe decides wether or not he sure tempt you more. Smirking to himself, he finishes putting on his clothes, walking up behind you, "Such a pretty outfit. Change."

"Change?"

"I didn't stutter sweetheart. Change." Joe remarks, up to a challenge. You roll your eyes before putting your glass in the sink, "I'm not changing Joseph."

Joe raises his eyebrow at your response, "Remember that," grabbing you by your shirt, he pulls you into him. "You want me to ruin you, don't you mama? I think you love it when I fuck you senseless. Such a whore, always wanting to get fucked by daddy."

You open your mouth for any rebuttal but you can't, choosing the best option, silence. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find my Cartier glasses. Wearing them just for you, remember when you made me keep them on while you rode me? That was the best feeling in the world. That pretty pussy squeezing my dick."

Flushed and frustrated, you stomp upstairs hearing Joe laugh loudly. He won again, and you hated how easily he can make you eat your words. "Don't run baby, I don't like that."

Joe hears the bedroom door slam and smirks, it's so easy for him.

- - - -

The car ride didn't make nothing any better. Joe constantly squeezing your thighs or if there was a red light, he'd reach over for a kiss; pulling you in by your throat. You just wanted to play with yourself at this point, this torture by Joe is eating you alive. You don't know how much longer you have until the walls break.

"Good luck baby, I'll be rooting for you in the stands. Go kick ass." You encourage, kissing Joe slowly and he moans in the kiss. Placing a hand on your core, Joe squeezes softly and you jump, "Love how wet your pussy is baby."

He winks at you before closing the car door and walking off. You lay your head the wheel, may the Lord get you through this day.

You meet other Bengals WAGs in the stands, it's hard to really have a good time when your pussy is over flowing. Panties soaked and it's only one o'clock. The boys are ready for kick off. Evan kicks it back to the Ravens and you do a silent prayer, praying for a win today.

The game is finally over and you wait a while to head down towards the tunnel. It's not the best option, knowing Joe will be upset with you but you at least want him to spend time with his teammates. You open your phone seeing a message from him;

"Where. Are. You? I'd hate to fuck you up in front of everyone, princess."

"I'm coming, I'm sorry."

"The pussy going to be so creamy once I'm finished with you."

You turn your phone off and pack your belongings, taking your time to head towards the locker room. Ja'Marr and Tee spot you, peeking their head inside to alert Joe. He comes out a few seconds later, walking up to you. "I hate waiting. You know this."

"I just thought you wanted to spend time with your teammates."

"No, you want to tempt me even more. You know what you were doing." Joe looks around before grabbing your throat and you moan, he puts his other hand over your mouth.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "I don't want to hear a word you got to say, wait in the car." Joe lets go of your neck and walks back in the locker room. You turn your head to see if anybody saw what just happened, but nobody's in the area and you angrily head back to the car.

It's an hour, or two, until Joe slips inside the car and laughs at your face. You should've just drove home and left him to get an Uber. But you really waited, such a good girl, Joe thinks.

The closer you two get to the house, the closer you get anxious to what Joe will do to you. You feel a little excited seeing he has cigars, hoping that he'll blow smoke in your face or maybe smoke while he's rearranging your guts from the back.

You pull into the garage and cut the car off, "Go inside, what you waiting for?"

Slowly getting out the car, you close the door before opening the door to the inside, dropping the keys on the table and walking upstairs to the bedroom. Joe locks up everything and closes the door to the garage, taking off his shoes, he's fucking with you.

You open the bedroom door, taking off your shoes and walking over to the bed. Slowly unzipping your pants, you hear a low growl behind you. "Hurry up and undress, slut."

Pulling down your pants, you kick them off your legs, Joe walks over and sits on the bed in front of you. Watching how fast you're taking off your outfit. Once you're finished, you stand with your hands behind your back.

"Kneel. Now."

You sink to your knees, Joe leans over the nightstand and grabs a pair of handcuffs. He stands up and walks behind you, handcuffing your wrist. "You ain't going nowhere tonight."

"Daddy.."

Pulling you on the bed, Joe smacks your ass,"Shut that shit up."

He rips your panties in half, "When I spank you, count, understood?"

"Yes," you respond in a low voice. The first hit comes unexpected and you loudly moan, "One!"

He spanks you harder the next time, seeing you jump, your pussy getting wetter by the minute, "Two!"

"You love this shit, look at all that wetness running down your legs and I haven't even fucked you." Joe pulls your hair slightly, gaining eye contact with you.

"Continue to count, we're not finished."

You think it's slap number eight when you start to stutter and Joe laughs in your face. "Open your mouth," he orders and you do, he spits and kisses you immediately. You moan and stick your tongue down Joe's throat.

"Loving the fact that somebody spits in your mouth is nasty, but you don't care, right? You like that I'm treating you like this." Joe puts you back on your knees, he pulls his pants and boxers down.

His lengthy size hits your cheek and you bite your lip, "I'm going to face fuck you. Yeah?"

"Yes sir."

Joe prepare his dick and you open your mouth, waiting to get face fucked at any moment. He grabs the back of your head and your mouth is suddenly all over his dick. He bobs your head up and down, slowly thrusting inside of your mouth.

"Yeah, suck daddy's dick. Just like that." Joe makes you gag for a few seconds before pulling you off his dick to catch your breath. Mascara has run down your face and there's slob all over the bottom of your mouth. Joe almost cums off the sight of this alone.

"Damn, my baby so pretty right this moment." Joe praises and you whimper at his words, "May I continue getting face fucked daddy? I want it bad."

You kiss the tip of Joe's dick, before taking him in your mouth again and feeling Joe hand guide you up and down. "That mouth too good baby, fuck."

Joe pushes your head down, holding it for a few seconds hearing the way you moan. "You want this nut down your throat?"

Your words are mumbled, though Joe can understand that you're saying yes. He thrusts his hips, tossing his head back due to the feeling of your mouth around him. It only takes a few more minutes before he's shooting his seed down your throat.

Joe pulls your mouth off his dick again, "Open that mouth. Let me see you swallow baby."

You slowly open your mouth, trying to not let any nut spill onto the carpet. You swallow all of Joe's cum, giving him a wicked smile once you're finished. "I did it daddy."

"Fuck, you're unbelievable." Joe pulls you up off your knees, taking the handcuffs off your wrist. Pushing you on the bed, Joe smacks your ass and you fall on your stomach.

"You don't get to cum until I tell you so," Joe says flipping you on your back and pushing your legs to your chest.

Joe lines himself up with your entrance, stroking your clit teasingly. You grab onto his shoulders when he slowly enters you, giving you time to adjust to his size. Joe's thrust are slow for a minute, until he starts ramming your pussy.

You're sure your moans are so loud the neighbors are probably concerned. But you don't care, your man is currently beating your pussy up. Thrusting and hitting your g-spot, you squirt all over Joe. His shirts and yours are drenched in your orgasm, slowly down his movements to take off whatever clothing you two have on left. Once he's done, Joe leans down, kissing you while pounding into you with no regard.

"Fuck.. J.. Joey!" You yell out and Joe lowers his head into your neck, leaving love bites. You're his and he doesn't mind proving his point to the world.

"You feel so good around me," Joe groans in your ear, you wrap your legs around his waist. He's probably close to nutting in you, you smile and open your mouth, wanting Joe to spit in it again. He gets the memo and spits, watching you swallow his spit, Joe smiles at you and sucks on your bottom lip.

"I'm nutting in you baby." Joe moans and you lift your legs up even higher, wanting to watch him. He cums in your pussy after a few more hard thrust, pulling out slowly Joe lays on his back and you crawl up his body.

Joe grabs a cigar from off the dresser, lighting it up, he blows smoke from the cigar into your face and you love it. Your man fucking you while smoking is the hottest thing ever.

“Ride me baby,” Joe requests and you squat, lowering yourself on Joe’s dick. Joe’s hands finds your hips, helping you find a rhythm. Joe finds cloud nine while his dick is hitting all the right spots.

“Oh shit! Baby!” You throw your head back, bouncing up and down on Joe’s dick. You felt like you have all the control in the world, yet you don’t, Joe pulls your hair, kissing your neck.

“I’m still in charge, don’t forget.” Joe thrusts up in you and you play with your pussy, chasing after your second nut.

“I wanna cum! I wanna cum on your dick, pretty please. I deserve it, I’m such a good girl daddy.” You beg Joe and he puts his chest against your back, pumping his dick into you.

“I’m nutting in you again baby, let daddy have it.” Joe coos in your ear and you turn around, kissing him sloppily. You coming all over Joe’s dick makes him nut in you for the second time tonight and you whimper, feeling him pull out of you. He places the cigar on the dresser and gets up from the bed.

You lay down, your makeup is smeared, your legs are numbed, hair a mess, but it doesn’t matter. You deserve this, your body feels so good right now.

Joe returns from the bathroom with a wet cloth, he opens your legs slowly, cleaning you up. Kissing on your stomach, you sigh in relaxation. “Thank you for that, I needed that.” You tell Joe and he sends you a smile.

“Anything for you, I’d love to fuck you like that again to always see you like this.”

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hi!! Um.. uh.. hello! Sorry--

I overlistened "He is" and THE idea hit me. Painfully haha

What if! Trezo(maybe Copia?) and s/o got high, like they feel light, nothing matters anymore, and starts making out while the song playing?

Flooooffy kissing, touches, FEELS? Maybe something more teehee

(lately i feel a little depressed, your writing makes me feel better🥺)

-🐻‍❄️

Well hopefully mine also makes you feel better! Terzo is definitely my kryptonite. I’m also apparently good at feels. As a bonus: have the song! - Death

Making out with Terzo to He Is (GN! Reader)

TW: Usage of drugs (weed).

He/they pronouns used for Terzo.

Life at the ministry did not always go smoothly. It often went very, very chaotically.

It had just been one mess after another, a never ending flood of chaos. You had finally finished chasing down the last ghoul that had ended up in the ghoul nip just before dinner. Your clothes were a mess, there were twigs in your hair and frankly you were pretty done with the whole situation.

As you sat eating your dinner, you felt the familiar mismatched gaze on you. Raising your eyes off the plate you were picking at half heartedly, you made eye contact with them.

Terzo.

Your wonderfully attentive partner. Whose eyes were filled with concern and curiosity over the state you currently were in. Tracking your retreating form as you gave up on dinner and simply went back to his room.

You had the key for good reason.

As you stripped from your torn clothes, the door gently opened then shut. A familiar pair of arms and gloved hands wrapping around your body. Holding you close and swaying with you.

“Amore…you look like you’ve had a rough day.”

Terzo murmured softly, placing a gentle kiss on your head. The tension from the chaos of the day already bleeding from your shoulders. Just his presence helping you unwind.

“You…have no idea…”

Came the heavy sigh from your lips, the man behind you frowning softly before an idea popped into his mind. Another gentle kiss being left on your head before he pulled away.

“I will be right back, la mia stella. I think I know what will help us both unwind.”

You blinked as they slipped back out the door, faintly hearing them call for you to take a bath and begin to relax. A fondly exasperated smile appearing on your lips.

He often had wild, outlandish ideas on how to get you to relax. It was that or they were sickly sweet with them. There was no in between.

As you sat in the bath picking things out of your hair, you heard him in the other room shifting things around. It sounded like they were setting something up, not that you could see past the closed door. Though it didn’t take long for him to dramatically come through the bathroom door, his album playing on the record player in the room.

A comb also in hand.

“Allow me, my dear. Let’s get you more comfortable.”

You lowered your arms as he sat on the edge of the tub, starting to comb through your hair to quickly remove more of the debris. Terzo humming softly along to his music as he set the comb aside once satisfied. Ungloved hands gently holding your cheeks to get your eyes to open.

Not that you remembered them falling closed to begin with.

A gentle smile on his painted face as he helped you out of the tub, wrapping you in a freshly warmed towel. Holding you close a moment.

Just admiring you.

Chuckling after a moment as they lead you back to the bed, softly pushing you down into the soft sheets. Blankets turned down to await you both.

“Hopefully, the earth ghouls do not mind us borrowing some of their stock.”

You sat up against the pillows after discarding the towel, looking curiously at him as you got comfortable. Watching them strip as well.

“What do you mean…borrow some of their stock? Did you raid the strawberries again-?”

The epic chase that came from the earth ghouls discovering Terzo raiding their berry plants was still a story told throughout the ministry. Said third born Papa huffing in mock offense while crawling into the bed, pulling you into his arms as he drew the blankets over you both.

“Such faith in me…not this time. I got something…a little stronger.”

They smirked as they opened a small purple box, revealing a more than healthy amount of joints. One being placed between your lips as he lit the end for you.

Which started a chain of events, the charming man stealing your lips after a hit of the joint to steal the smoke from your lungs. Each kiss getting lazier as he kept you close. Eventually both of you were laying in each other’s arms. Finishing the second joint.

A wonderful haze over your mind as Terzo’s hands roamed all over your body. As if he hadn’t already memorized every inch of your skin. Lips trailing down your neck to your chest as he sighed dreamily.

“You, my dear…shine brighter than all the stars, the moon and the sun put together…the dark lord has truly lit my life with your presence…”

You blushed lightly under his attentions, fully relaxed as their hands explored. Tracing over every so called “imperfection” you would see in the mirror as a perfect part of the person he loved. Though they kissed back up towards your lips as the music transitioned.

Smiling to themself as He Is began to play.

You smiled back up to him, reaching up to cup their cheek in your hand. The man leaning down to kiss you deeply. Holding you close as you both floated along among the stars in the drug induced state of euphoria.

Two star crossed lovers lost in your own little world, nothing else mattering but the person in your arms. His, admittedly very rough looking, paint staining your lips each time you both got locked in a kiss. Passionate kisses, dripping with love, affection and thanks for finding the other exchanged throughout the song.

Though only the dark lord himself would know what happened once Mummy Dust began to play.

~

Written by Death.

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[mellowswriting]

MEL!

Your sinful Sundays are just 🥵

What about Javier and reader on their honeymoon? Especially somewhere warm, with a beach...

(it's freezing here, and I just want to be on a beach with a hot guy, ok??

this is the most valid thing I've seen all week nonnie 😤 let's tackle this headcanon style (tagging @theorganasolo bc husband!Javi is our kryptonite)

sinful sunday

Javier would go all out on a honeymoon. Yeah, the actual wedding was amazing and beautiful and all that other cheesiness, but he looks forward to celebrating when it's just the two of you. He goes all out and rents a nice place right on the beach with private ocean access. Let's be honest: he's going to need the privacy for all the ~celebrating~ he has planned for the two of you. 👀

1000% wants to fool around on the beach. The second he sees you laid out in the sand, all languid and sun-soaked, you can expect his hands to start wandering. He gets off on the exhibitionism of it all, even though the likelihood of someone actually stumbling upon the two of you is highly unlikely. He just can't help himself - you just look so beautiful in that pretty little swimsuit, his ring on your finger, sweat shining on your skin. Can you blame him when his fingers slip beneath your bikini bottoms?

Javi happily rubs product into your skin. Whether it's sunscreen or suntan lotion, he truly doesn't care. He's just glad to have an excuse to touch you all over. Your plans often get delayed because he can't help himself and he gets carried away almost every time. Javier makes up for any missed fun by fucking your brains out.

I firmly believe that Javier is the kind of man who takes serious pride in being a good husband. It's important that his wife is happy, healthy, and taken care of. He has taken care of you long before he put that ring on your finger, but it only increases tenfold now that he can call you his wife. He keeps you well fed and well fucked like a good man should.

Now that he can call you his wife, he won't stop. Lots of "my beautiful wife" and "how's my wife?" and anywhere else he can work it in. Would never admit it, but the first time he heard you say "there's my handsome husband", he got honest to god butterflies in his belly. His aftercare has taken on an even more reverent quality because he really can't believe how lucky he got. You're his wife. How fucking crazy is that?

With how hard he works and how strenuous his job is, Javier takes the opportunity to truly relax for the first time in far too long. He keeps you in bed with him as long as possible, perfectly content to have lazy days in each other's arms without a care in the world. Leave it to him to turn something so simple into something sweet and romantic. He makes sure your book is on the nightstand and leaves the windows open so you can enjoy the cool ocean breeze as he makes breakfast. Leaves on the pretty fairy lights just because they make you happy. Buries his face back in your neck once the two of you have full bellies and dozes off with your fingers playing with his hair.

Yeah. Just... soft husband!Javi

that mf owns my heart

[superman86to99]

Worlds Collide: The Milestone Side, Month 2 (August 1994)

The conclusion to our somewhat messy coverage of this crossover, but to be fair, it was kind of a messy crossover to begin with. RECAP: Worlds are colliding! Fred is getting upset! As in Fred Bentson, the seemingly omnipotent mailman who can travel between the DC Universe and Milestone's Dakotaverse and thinks he's dreaming one or both of those worlds. After being tortured by unscrupulous assholes who were trying to exploit his power, Fred turned himself into a big ugly being called Rift and threw a tantrum, with dire consequences for our heroes (and our villains)...

Hardware #18

At last, the tale of why John Henry Irons was wearing nothing but boxer shorts in Man of Steel #36 can be told! After digging themselves out of the destruction caused by Rift's little temper tantrum, Hardware and his boss/nemesis Edwin Alva (one of the assholes mentioned above) decide to contact their enemy on the DC side, Hazard (the other asshole), so they can work together to save both their worlds. After all, that's where they keep all their stuff.

Hazard suggests recruiting "an inventor of his acquaintance," meaning John/Steel, the guy his lackeys have been trying to kill in the Steel series. Steel agrees to the awkward team up. Meanwhile, Hardware recruits an enemy of his own, some teleporting lady called Transit. In other words, everyone in this comic hates each other.

Thanks to Transit, the gang is able to create an "interdimensional space between the worlds" (don't call it a Pocket Universe). Steel and Hardware get to work on a machine that can contain Rift, and after a while, John tells his lab partner that he's "absolutely brilliant" and he's learned a lot from him. Hardware is like "yes."

That's when Steel notices that Hardware is adding something to the machine that will actually kill Rift instead of just trapping him. Steel isn't willing to do that, but he is willing to kick Hardware's ass to prevent it. Unfortunately, Hardware has the advantage of being a sneaky bastard who plays dirty, so he ends up beating Steel by throwing a "nano acid" at him that eats all of the metal in John's armor. There's no metal in John's undies, though. Hence: boxers.

Despite being powerless, Steel still won't back down and says the whole reason he's a superhero is to prevent his inventions from killing people (even giant, universe-destroying ones). He eventually wears Hardware down and they agree to build a non-lethal trap for Rift... after they make John some new (metal) pants, that is.

Icon #16

After the events of Man of Steel #36, in which Rift tried to force Superman and Icon to fight in Metropolis to determine which one gets to exist in his new continuity, he transports both of them to Dakota and gives them a new deal: if Superman defeats Icon, Rift will undo Lex Luthor's actions from Action #700 and un-destroy Metropolis. He even transports Lex to Dakota for a couple of panels, just to show off his powers. I'm not clear on whether this is an illusion by Rift or if he really gave Lex his hair and body mobility back for a moment, for some reason.

And if Icon wins, Rift will un-destroy his city. Wait, when something happen to Dakota? Right after Rift said that, since he unfreezes that tsunami he'd stopped in Superboy #7 and lets it hit the city.

Now that both heroes are properly motivated, the actual fight begins (with each one thinking they'll help the other once they win). Icon knows that Superman has the upper hand, since he's more powerful and also literally Superman, so he uses the one thing he has to his advantage: his giant Image Comics-style cape.

At one point, Icon says that "Lacking either a supply of kryptonite or the raw power of Jessica Fletcher, I'm forced to resort to other means to deal with you." Is Murder, She Wrote about some sort of powerful lady warrior in the Dakotaverse? Is she still played by Angela Lansbury? I kinda wanna see that version.

Superman and Icon seem pretty even, until Rift stops the fight and says he's realized that perhaps he doesn't have to choose between one world or the other. That sounds pretty good, until we see him grabbing both planets and crashing (or, you know, colliding) them into each other. The cataclysmic results are shown in Steel #7, which is followed by...

Blood Syndicate #17

What with all the cities crashing into each other and the mass casualties and stuff, everyone forgot about the Blood Syndicate, including Rift. So, when he's musing about streamlining his new combined world's continuity and they attack him (having just learned he drowned all of their friends and families), Rift retcons that rowdy bunch into a group of obedient little boys and girls sitting in a classroom. The "obedient" part doesn't last too long, though...

Since they didn't like that corny revamp, Rift turns them into something more EXTREME: the Underappreciated Ex-Gang, a group of muscular superheroes with various ethnic accents who have sworn to protect a world that hates and underappreciates them.

The funniest part is Aquamaria, who seemingly died in Superboy #7, reappearing as a phoenix made of water and giving a dramatic speech until she remembers she doesn't speak English and says "¿Pero qué carajo estoy haciendo aquí?"

The Ex-Blood Syndicate rebels against their retcon once again, so Rift decides there's just no place for them in his continuity and turns them into metal statues, just like the ones the Legion of Super-Heroes has for dead heroes. That similarity is no coincidence, as we'll see in the next issue...

Static #14

This oversized issue serves as the climax for the crossover. Right away, we find out that Rift didn't just revamp the Blood Syndicate: he revamped the entire combined DC/Milestone universe into a futuristic utopia protected by a large group of teenage superheroes. Static (or "Static Lad" as he's called now), being a huge nerd, instantly recognizes the reference: it's all based on the classic League of Superteens comics from the '50s, of course.

(Yes, superheroes in the '90s were very concerned with their hair.)

Static, Rocket ("Rocket Gal"), and Superboy ("Fabulous Boy") don't know where the other heroes are, so Static uses his genre-saviness to find them by consulting the LoST's Mission Monitor, which shows where every member is at any moment. My favorites on the long list are "Mall Hair Girl (on patrol)," "Dough Boy III (ret-conned)," and "Procrastination Lad (late)."

The superteens are able to find everyone except Superman and Icon, because they ended up stuck in the interdimensional void with the anti-Rift trap that Steel and Hardware made. While Rift is distracted forcing the superteens to fight the statues that used to be the Blood Syndicate, the armored geniuses are able to stretch a little portal made by Transit so that Superman, Icon, and the big trap machine can come through, which looks... painful.

Superman and Icon fly the trap towards Rift, and from his perspective it looks just like the freaky nightmare monster that had been haunting him since the start of the crossover (which is a nice bit of foreshadowing). The only problem is that the trap's battery is sort of busted due to the rough trip out of the interdimensional void -- and that's where Static comes in, because this is his comic and he deserves to get the big heroic moment. Static shoots a big burst of electricity into the trap as it catches Rift, and...

We see Superman, Superboy, and Steel back in Metropolis, and everything is back to normal (meaning Metropolis is still destroyed, but at least Superboy's fade cut is back). They lament the fact that their friends in the other universe were obviously not real, while in Dakota, the Milestone heroes think the same thing about them. So, the crossover ends with every single thing that happened in it being undone... except for Rocket kissing Static, since she does it again.

The last page shows Fred Bentson floating in a black void in his pajamas, doing the one thing he wanted to do all those years: sleeping in peace.

According to the DC wiki, Fred has reappeared exactly three times since this crossover: first in Justice League of America #34 (2009) and Milestone Forever #2 (2010), which explain that a mystical dude called Dharma found Rift napping outside of reality and used his powers to stitch the Dakotaverse into the DC Universe and prevent the former's destruction. More recently, in Milestone 30th Anniversary Special (2023), a younger version of Fred appears in the current Milestone earth and causes its heroes to meet their counterparts from the original Dakotaverse, until everything is sorted out thanks to Dharma, the Statics, and the power of group therapy.

This is a weird-ass crossover, mainly due to the "big bad" being a dweeb who seems to change his motivation with every other chapter (from "just leave me alone" to "I wanna be a superhero" to "destroy one universe" to "clean up the continuity"). However, the entire point was to introduce more readers to the Milestone characters and I think it does that pretty well: you get a good sense of who everyone is and what their comic is about. If I'd had the chance as a kid I probably would have continued checking out Static and maybe Blood Syndicate, just because that "Ex-Gang" gag was pretty funny.

Anyway, hope you're not fed up with crossovers starring dozens of characters and multiple realities, because we've got a biggie coming up...

Missed an issue? Looking for an old storyline? Check out our new chronological issue index!

[yuichi-ro]

Quick! What are you and Kurono doing while being just a tad tipsy when you guys decide to drink?? And what is Kurono's choice drink?

where's the reverse uno card?? you can't ask the same question if you don't include the uno card?? smh

#ʏᴜɪᴄʜᴇᴇ.♡ + drinking

default I have to say Kurono just...really doesn’t drink. Not even sure if he can finish one glass of wine kind of guy (he’s not allowed to order drinks at restaurants it’s a waste of money)

if we are drinking and explicitly Kurono intends to drink I think he does some kind of white wine (no sparkling though he hates carbonation) or he needs one of those freezer mixers that are basically an alcholic smoothie. To which he never finishes. The closest this man has ever gotten to finishing a drink is about two thirds of the way. 

lightweight man is in my lap getting his hair played with. He’s awake for a good portion of if but ends up slack jawed, cheek smashed into my belly with his arm around me in a death grip kind of lay on me. There’s no sexy time when this man drinks bc he falls asleep. But god damn he’s awfully cute when he sleeps so I let it slide

[messers-moony]

Safe | F.H

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: He didn't care because she was safe and in his arms

He’s trembling. She’s shaking. They’re both nervous, but they’re both smiling. The tears in his green eyes are hard to miss. The smile that plays on her lips is a sight that’d make any man fall to his knees. She was his Achilles heel. His kryptonite. His entire world was standing before him. 

His hands were covered in the red sticky liquid that gently transferred from his hands to her cheeks. The handprints of red are prominent, but neither of them care. She’s safe and in his arms. He takes her left hand in his, carefully kissing her knuckles. 

She chuckles, slightly out of relief, somewhat out of happiness. He smiles after hearing her melodic laughter. Five Hargreeves has never been so smitten over a girl– a woman. His heart races at her smile. His cheeks light aflame at her laughter. He turns to mush at her touch. 

Years of being the cause of bloodbaths. Years of murdering people who messed up the timeline. Yet here they were. After swearing that they wouldn’t ever kill again, they both just killed twelve men for just existing. They know that soon they’ll have to face their siblings. 

Perhaps that can wait a minute. Since landing in Dallas, they haven’t spent a minute alone together. He hasn’t gotten a chance to really admire his wife. She hasn’t gotten a chance to see how much determination is in her husband's eyes. So ambitious, so determined to save his family. 

She pushes the sleeve of her shirt over her palm, trying to wipe some of the blood that stains his cheek. Five admires the way she concentrates. Her efforts are fruitless; all it does is stain the sleeve of her shirt. He takes her hand in a tight but gentle grip, interlacing their fingers. 

“ It’s not gonna come off. “ Five mutters, looking at her confused face, “ I’ll take a shower at Elliot’s. “ 

She smiles, “ What’re your siblings going to say? “

“ I won’t tell them. They don’t need to be involved with our affairs. Not any more than required. “ Five stated, “ They don’t need to know what we’ve done. I don’t want them to see me like that. “ 

“ See you like what? “ She asked, “ A monster. “ He answers. 

Her heart softens at the words. He can see her eyes slightly soften. The e/c color of her eyes turn glassy once she swallows the words he just spoke. Y/n is a soft soul. So kind and so sweet. Comparable to dove. She moves with grace and simplicity. Her heart is the purest imperial gold. 

“ You’re not a monster. “ Y/n’s words came out hushed as she moved the overgrown bangs out of his eyes, “ You’re Five Hargreeves. “ 

Five opened his mouth to interject, “ My husband. “ She finished. 

“ The man I married is kind, soft, and sensitive. He’s ambitious and prideful. And maybe sometimes arrogant. “ Y/n laughed at her own words making a smile creep on Five’s face, “ But despite that, he’s a protector. He doesn’t stop until everyone he loves is safe. “ 

“ His mind constantly runs like a broken record. Sometimes he starts to believe the voices in his head, which couldn’t be further from the truth. “ She informs, “ My husband is not a monster. My husband is Five Hargreeves. A protector. “ 

Gently he pulled her in for a kiss. His hands cup her cheeks with such delicacy. Her hands rest in his brunet hair that’s tousled and matted from the blood that resides. It gives his hair more of a darker look than usual. Blood can trace from his hand to in between her fingers. It doesn’t matter. 

Because she’s safe and in his arms. 

He spatial jumped himself and her back to Elliot’s apartment only to find the latter dead. Despite the hospitality, they don’t have time to grieve. Diego and Luther are in the kitchen talking about the Swedish letters written in blood on the floor. 

They thought the words were English and not in another language. Leaving Five to correct their mistake and Diego to hang up the phone after threatening an innocent. He can’t help but feel embarrassed. Five took off his blazer and tie. 

Five began to walk past his two brothers, “ Uh, you two have some blood on you. “ Luther commented, “ A lot of blood, actually. “ Diego added. 

“ What did you two do? “ Luther queried, “ We had some things to take care of. “ Y/n answered calmly as Five went into the bathroom. 

Eventually, Diego and Luther gave up the questioning. She searched for a washcloth and began wiping the blood off her with water from the sink. Y/n watched as the water turned a pastel pink, and she sighed. Despite everything that had ever happened. 

She couldn’t believe she was in this spot. Her younger self would’ve been ashamed. She twisted the ring on her finger. Maybe her future didn’t go exactly to plan. Perhaps the fates never wanted her future to go how she wanted. But that didn’t matter. Two arms wrapped around her waist. His scent enclosed around her. His hair was still wet from the shower as he kissed her neck gently. 

The former plan of her future didn’t matter because she was safe and in his arms. 

[softtcurse]

You found this, You need this

contains 18 + content , please do not read of you are not 18+

“Jack I really have to go” You laugh as you feel him place kisses all over the underside of your neck. His hands gripping your hips teasingly. He didn’t want you to leave, and you knew that. Unfortunately for him he knew your situation. It wasn’t an easy one but he understood the premise of it. You wanted to be with Jack, the timing was just off. A deep out of guilt always sets in your gut when he talks to you about your future together. You wanted it to happen as soon as possible.

Just a little more time

“Why do you have to go hmm? You don’t even want to leave, practically soaking my fingers through your panties baby” He spoke into your head. A shudder made its way up your spin. His voice always did it for you. His hands were heaven sent too. He knew what he did to you and it’s not like you minded anyways.

“He’s gonna start being annoying and asking me where I’m at again” You pouted. Your hands finding his curls. You were laid back on his bed, where you have found yourself more than once before. Nearly three months of sneaking behind your current boyfriend’s back to see Jack. It’s like his house is your home now too. He’s made it evident that he really does want it to be. You looked down at his lips. They were already a little bit and even you couldn’t help yourself to lean it to give him a kiss. His tongue chasing yourself. Your body was like his kryptonite. He always wanted to find himself buried in the opening of your thighs, having you whimper his name.

“You don’t have to tell him shit” Jack said with a roll of his eyes. His hands tugging at your shirt. You obliged. Blinking your eyes up at him as he worked in his own shirt. Tossing it aside and then looking down at you. “So many damn clothes on” He tsked. “I should punish you for that” He said jokingly with a grin. You let out a laugh of your own and rubbed your hands down his back. Perfectly manicured nails that the man above you himself had paid for. You always did love a man that spoiled you and he always did it without you even having to ask. By no means were you a goldigger, Jack liked taking care of you. Who were you to say no? Your soon to be ex boyfriend Jamie couldn’t give less than a fuck about paying for you. He wasn’t a real man, you had told yourself one too many times. Jack changed your perception and made you understand that you wouldn’t settle for him.

“You think so?” You asked him. Your hands under the hem of your shirt.

“Come on, stop playing” His laughed echoed against the walls of the room again.

“I dont knowwww, you gonna be a good boy?” You felt yourself almost out of breath from how hard you were trying not to laugh. Talking to him this way always riled him up. You had never taken charge in the bedroom with him and you preferred in that way. He knew how to play his role just like you knew how to play yours.

“Man, you know just as much as I do that’s not how this shit works.”

“So then remind me how it works”

It didn’t take long for him to start tossing article of clothing everywhere. You could’ve sworn your panties had landed somewhere in the nightstand, because Jack wasted no time in starting to kiss you again. His hands roaming from your breasts giving them the attention he always gave them. Before moving on to your thighs that were always waiting for their time to shine. That was one of his favorite body parts of yours. They just did something to him that he couldn’t quite describe.

You felt his lips leave yours and soon enough they were traveling down to the valley of your breasts, to your stomach, down your hips, and opening your eyes you saw him down under the covers. Hands gently parting your thighs open to see a sight that he was always happy to set eyes on.

“How badly do you want it?” He asked you huskily. Your hands firmly placed on his hair, curled tickling your palms. He knew what he was doing to you, and you loved every second of it.

“Im here with you am I not?” You challenged, a quirk of your eyebrow and he raised his eyebrows like he was impressed.

“Hmm, I’ll take that answer” He chuckled softly. With ease he started to go down on you. You succumbed to his touch, his mouth. He lapped at your pussy with need. His tongue hitting all the right spots and his hands squeezing your breasts. No other man had made you feel the way Jack Harlow did. You weren’t sure you were willing to have it any other way either. Your clit was being flicked by his tongue, he knew all your spots and what go you going. It didn’t take long for him to learn.

“F-fuck” you whimpered. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his tongue worked quicker to ensure your orgasm. His left hand came down and he started to play with your clit with his thumb. Speeding up once he felt your thighs clench. Your legs shutting closed and he wasn’t complaining about the way he was buried in your arousal. The sweetest taste he ever had the pleasure of having.

“Ready for me to drop you off?” He asked you. Pulling away suddenly. He looked as if it was a regular day occurrence. Your orgasm was denied, snatched right from under you. You looked at him. With your jaw open and blinking at him as if he was crazy. All while he searched for his clothes. Moving away from you and picking up his boxers from the floor. Sliding them up and then searching for his pants.

“Are you fucking crazy?” You asked him. Your hands moving to sit yourself up. Leaning against the headboard of his bed. Your thighs felt like jello, and your core was still very much in need of some type of release that Jack simply was not going to give you.

“No? Im taking you back to your apartment, that’s what you wanted right?” Jack spoke with a smirk on his lips.

“What type of game is this?”

“A new one, it’s called ‘how far Can Jack push her before she’s begging for it again?’”

If this man wasn’t so attractive you would’ve killed him by now

///

“I love you ma, text me when you get inside. Okay?” Jack asked as you leaned up to press a kiss against his lips. He was parked a few parking spots down from where you apartment entrance was so Jamie would happen to peek outside and possibly see the two of you. You nodded your head. Your hand on the back of his neck as you brought him in for a another kiss. He always opened your door for you, always making sure you got in safely and even closed it for you. Which you weren’t really used to a guy caring that music about you. The year you and Jamie dated you could probably count on one hand how many times he opened the door for you.

“I will, love you too.” You smiled tightly at him. You really didn’t want to go inside. Not that you were scared of Jamie. But because he always made it a point to stay in your apartment because he felt he had the right to. He annoyed the fuck out of you most times. Not only was his mood always shifting but he was also almost always trying to gaslight you into thinking him cheating on you was crazy. Even when you literally had almost caught him in the bathroom of a club Jack performed at the first night you met him.

Jack held his hand out for you. You grabbed your overnight bag and let out a huff. “You’ll be back before you even know it” Jack told you, offering even the smallest bit of encouragement he could. As soon as he had pulled up to your neighborhood and waved at the security man. You were already counting down the days in which you would see him again.

“Three weeks, I’ve waited longer for other things.” You shrugged and felt your eyes get blurry from tears. He would be going on his Europe tour the next day and you wouldn’t see him for almost a month. Jack offered to fly you out so you could see him, you and PG had grown a bond in the three months you knew them. They loved having you around and they treated you like you were their little sister. They of course also knew about your situation with Jamie and didn’t say much about it. They even had offered to pop his tires for you if he got out of hand at any point. You were entirely grateful for Jack. He brought a new light in your dim life. Jamie had sure sucked the life out of you even without you knowing it.

“Exactly” Jack pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You immediately embraced him. Squeezing him a little too tight, but he want going to tell you that.

“I’ll FaceTime you everyday”

“You always go Jack”

“I’ll do it every second then”

You tearfully laughed. Letting go of him. “Okay, I love you so much”

“I love you too sweet girl. See you soon”

You nodded your head and wiped off the tears that stained your cheeks. Your heart beat speeding up just a little bit as you watched Jack get back in his car. He didn’t look too thrilled either. But his eyes locked yours and he pretended like he was okay. You made your way on the pavement, Jack keeping an eye on you and making sure you go into your building safely. Three months would be hell, but seeing you in the end would all be worth it.

A few minutes later you found yourself opening your apartment door with your key. The sound of tv playing, immediately your mood got even more sour.

You turned on your living room lights and jumped at the sight of Jamie. His phone in his hand and he was sitting in your love seat. He was relaxed and leaning back laughing at something stupid on the tv. YOUR tv. You just wanted to go lay down and sleep. One day closer to seeing Jack again.

“You scared the shit out of me” You said. With annoyance laced all over your voice. “I told you to stop coming in here when I’m not here, it scares me. Makes me think someone broke in. ” You dropped your keys on the coffee table. Placing your bag down and watching as he had helped himself to a drink from your kitchen. Ciroc, Jack’s favorite that you had stored there specifically for him. He didn’t drink but occasionally he would have some when he was over.

“I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to come see my girlfriend” He spat at you. Rolling his eyes. You fought the urge to kick him in the balls and shove his stupid phone in his throat.

“Im not fighting with you today, I’m so tired and ready to take a shower” You mumbled at him. Pulling your phone quickly from your jean pocket and texting Jack to let him know you where home safe.

‘just got home, he’s here but I’m about to make him leave lol, lmk when you get babe ily 💓’

You sent it and turned off your screen. Grabbing your bag from the floor and making your way into your bedroom.

Jamie followed you. His drink clinking with the ice in his glass.

“How was your weekend with the girls?” Jamie asked you. As if he really cared. You pulled some drawers open after turning on your light. Finding a pair of soft cotton sorts and a t shirt to wear after your shower.

“It was good Jamie, are you almost on your way?”

“How’s Jack by the way?”

You paused. Shorts and shirt still in your hand. You turned around. Wondering if you had heard him correctly. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“How. Is. Jack?” Jamie smirked at you. Watching as your face turned pale.

“Don’t say his name”You muttered. Your cheeks heated up. The idiot had the audacity to laugh at you.

“What was that baby?”

“I said dont fucking say his name You stupid fuck!” You yelled back. “What kind of sick joke is this Jamie? You couldn’t have done this shit over text?!”

“No, seeing you knowing that you got caught sneaking around with some rapper makes my day just a little bit better. Huh? You thought I wasn’t going to catch on? Why your thighs are littered with bruises? Why we haven’t had sex in three months? You think I’m fucking stupid or something?” Jamie said to you, spewing his venom lace tirade at you.

He wanted to hit you where it hurt, but the fact that you didn’t care about him anymore made you laugh. He really thought you were going to sink to your knees and beg for his forgiveness? It was only a matter of time before you dumped him anyways.

“Yes, you are fucking stupid. You have to be the single most idiotic person I have ever met.” You gripped your clothes tightly. “You think I’m sad that you found out? You think I’m upset that this is ending?” You put your hand up when he started opening his mouth. “How do you feel knowing that ‘some rapper’ was fucking your girlfriend for three months? How do you feel Jamie, knowing that I was begging Jack to fuck me so hard that I forgot my own name?” You stepped closer to him. His face was red of embarrassment. Good.

“You’re a sorry excuse of a man, and I’m so happy this night ended the way it did. Now get the fuck out of my house before I get the apartment security on your ass you weird motherfucker” You smiled at him, and blew him a kiss. You watched with pure amusement and a full heart as he muttered cursed at you.

“You’re a fucking whore” He slammed your spare key on your vanity and a few minutes later you heard the door slam shut. At least he had some sense not to try anything stupid.

Realizing what this meant you reached for your phone again. Jack had already responded but you didn’t even bother to read it. Calling his phone as you sat on the bed. The biggest smile on your face your cheeks almost started to hurt.

“Everything okay ma?”

“You got room on that private jet for one more?” You laughed.

[ramp-it-up]

Guess

Summary: Clark is the man you should marry. Can you forget about Steve?

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader; hints of Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. ANGST!SMUT! Fluff. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. ANGST, Toxic Reader, Allusions to cheating, guilt sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), sloppy toppy, spit play, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink, first time anal sex.

A/N: People have been asking, so here is the next part to Candydrip. Let me know what you think. 🫣

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Inspired by this song:

You looked into his perfect blue eyes and felt so incredibly guilty.

He’d been so handsome tonight, ostensibly casual in his dark sport coat and slacks, toasting and celebrating you all night at your joint wedding shower.

Although the event was a week away and you’d vowed no sex until that night, your remorse led you to show up at his door close to midnight, clad in only a raincoat, which you revealed when he opened his door. His physique always made you clench, but him, shirtless and sleepy in his doorway, was a sight to behold.

Your eyes traveled from his dark hair, in thick messy curls on his head, and the coils of abundant reddish brown strands on his chest, and abs. You bit your lip as you thought of the hair in that wonderful place concealed by his sleep pants. How could you even think of anyone else?

His quizzical look and your name on his lips sent shivers down your spine as those azure eyes darkened to cerulean.

“I want you, Clark.”

He nodded and licked his lips as one strong arm pulled you to him and into his apartment.

Guilt put you on your knees, silently begging for forgiveness as you choked around his thick, pulsing cock. You concentrated on breathing and relaxing your throat as you felt him curse and pulse cum down your esophagus.

“Damn. So, so good for me Dove. Feels so good.”

You peeked at him as he threw his head back, eyes fluttering closed as he pushed your head further down, jaw clenching. You were testing his gentle nature and he was concentrating on holding back his strength.

You coughed around him as his hips rutted up for one last pulse and watched you with eyes aflame as you pulled off, saliva and spend tumbling out of your mouth.

“My beautiful, filthy girl. My love. C’mere. Climb on.”

Clark wiped the tears that were rolling down your face with his thumb. You let him believe they were from taking his cock down your throat and not regret. You thought you hid the truth when he looked into your eyes as you positioned yourself above him and descended slowly, fucking yourself open on his still massively hard cock.

It was like he was made of steel.

“Give me all of your love… yeah… just like that Dove.”

He grunted as your tight cunt enveloped him.

“You’re my kryptonite…”

“What’s kryptonite?”

You’d never heard of it.

Clark grabbed your waist, guided you up and down his shaft, holding back again as he surveyed where you two were connected. You thought you felt yourself grow warm there, but then he looked back up at you.

He placed his thumb to your lips and pressed, gently, but somehow lewdly making you suck his thick digit, practically drooling himself as he pulled it out with a pop of your wax lips. Then he spit on it and used his pointer finger to mix the fluids together.

“Something dangerous. But also a part of me forever.”

He brought his thumb down to your clit and traced light circles on your plucky nub.

“You're mine. Nothing you or I do can ever change that.”

You started jolting as his thumb went faster and faster, impossibly so. You wanted to move faster than his grip on you would allow. You were on top, but Clark was in control. It’s what you loved about him. His strength made for a slow, steady, calculated, and building crescendo to come. He was moving you, gradually increasing the force of how you opened up around his cock and how forcefully it met your cervix.

Clark knew every inch of you, including when, where, and how to get you to cum. He captured you with his gaze.

“Nothing.”

You sobbed, both with your orgasm which ripped from your cunt through your body to your vocal chords as you let out the sounds you’d been holding in anticipation, and with the realization that he knew. Your heart broke with the knowledge that nothing was a secret from him, and you collapsed on him, arms around his broad shoulders and face tucked into his collarbone. Your tears formed a pool under your cheek, and caused rivulets to run down his chest.

“Don’t cry, Dove. Rest.”

Clark moved you like a rag doll and laid you down, head at the foot of the bed, remaining at the headboard as he spread your legs and gazed between them. He rubbed your thighs, and seemed mesmerized by the sight. You shifted.

His eyes flicked back up to you.

“Don’t hide from me. Never hide.”

You just smiled and wiped your tears. You started to speak, but he interrupted you.

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he gently rubbed your pussy lips, pushing dripped semen back inside you.

“I like the idea of my cum everywhere. I’m obsessed.”

He swiped up and down your slit with his thumb.

“I was going to wait until the wedding night, but think it’s time for something new.”

Clark shifted to get behind you as clenched when you realized what he meant. But you wanted to say it.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Guess.”

Clark lifted your thigh and positioned his now semi hard cock against your tighter hole as he started fingering your clit again. You groaned at the sensation.

“Say yes.”

Clark kissed your shoulder as he pushed, a little harder now, against your ass. You rutted back against him, your sloppy cunt pounding once again. Your panting grew louder as you realized that you wanted it too. The one thing Steve never had. Saying yes to this would be saying yes to Clark.

“Ohhhh. Yessss.”

Clark released a sigh against your neck and reached his long arm over to his night stand for lube. He opened the new bottle, tearing the plastic around it with his teeth, and you could feel him doing something with his right hand as his left continued to keep you in the mood.

You felt the cool liquid on his fingers as he reached between you and spread it around your hole, dipping a fingertip into you. You pushed back against him and you could hear his smile as he delved in further, stretching you out.

“Mmmmmmnnnnmn! Clark.. I…”

You didn’t know you liked this. But Clark did.

“I know Dove.”

Clark sighed as he inserted another finger and scissored. You stiffened and arched your back, nearly cuming from the sensation.

“Not without me.”

He removed his fingers and put some on his cock, which was evident how his thick, turgid head slipped around your forbidden hole. He pushed forward and you pushed back and he slipped past the initial tight ring of muscles. You stiffened at his girth and grasped his hand.

“Succchhhhh a good girl for me Dove,” Clark whispered into your hair as he closed his eyes and prayed for strength to keep from tearing you apart.

The way you housed him was nirvana. He started moving slowly as you tried to dig your fingernails into his skin.

“Feels so good. So hot for me… so good.”

The drag of his thick organ in your tight ass caused sparks of pain at first, but as he praised and tuned your body with his hands on your nipples and your clit, you began to feel intense pleasure.

“Thaaats it, Dove. Give it to me. All of it.”

He slapped your clit sharply, which distracted from any discomfort behind, and which caused jolts of joy inside your body. You began to move your hips, desperately seeking this new pleasure.

“Oh yes, Dove. Yes, give me all of you.”

He bit yor shoulder, rougher than he wanted, but you were wearing down his restraint. That just added to your pleasure. The pressure in your belly blossomed and you released.

“Clarkkkkkkkk!”

Your body bowed and he followed you, pumping spurts of cum inside your ass as you screamed and squirted all over his hand. His bed was ruined but neither of you cared as you scaled the highest heights.

When you opened your eyes again, you were looking at the ceiling and when you peeked over at him, he was smiling, eyes closed.

“Clark.”

He opened his eyes and turned toward you. Putting his finger on your lips.

“Nothing needs to be said. Tonight is our wedding night as far as I’m concerned. The ceremony is just for show.”

He smiled at you and then kissed you softly.

You could only smile back.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

Later, after the long bath and a change of sheets, you lay in Clark’s arms.

All seemed right.

“Clark?”

His guard was down, so he mumbled a sleepy, “Hmmmm?”

“Let’s elope.”

He was fully awake in an instant.

6 hours later, you were on a plane to Paris, convincing yourself that this would put all thoughts of Steve Rogers out of your mind forever.

[rcksmith]

Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

so, the weather??? HAHAHA, anyway friends, i hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget consult the rules if you want to request for some Kaz smut. Love u. O

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NSFW Alphabet: Neil Perry

A/N: Well- here it is! I hope you guys enjoy this, i'll be making it for all the poets ! Also credits to the original person who made this template!

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

Neil is a sweetheart, he'll ask you if you're okay, if you want something, and help clean you up. It also depends on if you guys have stuff to do (apart from each other) later. You both help each other get ready but if there isn't anything planned for later, you'll just cuddle up to each other and fall asleep.

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

His favorite part of himself are his hands. He uses them for pretty much every thing! Holding his significant other's hands, playing with their hair, or even when they're pinning them down by their wrists and making out with them. His favorite body part of their partner are their lips. They're soft, he loves planting kisses on them and how they look wrapped around his dick.

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

Neil and his S.O. always take precautions as to not make a mess. I feel like Neil's the type to look into his S.O.'s face as he's reaching his climax. Of course, Neil always wears protection so he will ask to cum inside of their partner. If not, he'll simply pull out.

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

One time during summer break you and him sent each other letter's back and forth. One day though, you sent him a suggestive polaroid of you and he instantly dropped whatever he was doing just to take care of some unfinished business in the bathroom. All summer long, he would use that photo whenever he needed some help.

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

Neither Neil nor you had experience and were completely clueless when it came to your first time. So you just went with whatever felt right and guided each other. Over time, Neil somehow got better and better at it, trust me this man knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position is one where you're both facing each other and he has easier access to kiss you. Especially the face off, he thinks it's a nice and simple position!

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

He's very serious. He's a classic romantic, what did ya expect? In the moment he'll whisper a few compliments, let out a few swear words, and a few whimpers and moans. But he doesn't make jokes or laughs, mostly because he wouldn't know what to say.

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

I believe Neil likes to keep it neat and tidy down there. So once a week he'll trim whatever is on there and just let it be until the next time.

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

EXTREMELY. I mean, he's not candles and roses lover but he is a slow and sensual lover. He'll take his time and make his lover feel loved and comfortable.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't do it much. Only if you're both apart on holidays, he'll do it at least once or twice but that's pretty much it!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

PRAISE. KINK. This man has the biggest kink for praising and being praised. I cannot stress this enough, if you want him to melt in your arms, a good "you're doing so great" might suffice.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your room. You guys preferred to do it in his dorm but one time poor Todd walked in on him getting head and had a whole crisis about it. The poets would not stop teasing you both after that.

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

He's a simple man. Just a simple touch or kiss feels like Kryptonite to him. Especially when his hands are gently wrapped around their S.O.'s neck or when they kiss down his neck, oh boy!

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

Although Neil has a slight throat grabbing kink, he wouldn't do anything to actually hurt them. Perhaps he'll smack your butt but he won't do it that hard.

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

He loves giving, he's not opposed to receiving but something about giving gets him going and makes him hard as a rock.

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

He prefers slow and sensual. But if you ask him to be rough or go faster, he'll do it! He's not really against rough and fast, he just prefers it slow.

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

Quickies happen once in a while. You're both busy people and sometimes when you wanna get nasty there's not much time, so you both do it quickly in the school attic or the cave or even a closet sometimes.

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

He doesn't want another incident like Todd's to happen again, so he's extremely careful and prefers not to be too risky about it.

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

He has a very strong stamina. He could go for like 3 - 4 rounds tops.

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

Neil doesn't own toys, he doesn't even know where to get one, but if his partner asked to try, he wouldn't be opposed to experimenting with them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be such a tease sometimes. Neil will tease his S.O. until they're begging him to fuck them. He is such a cry baby when his S.O. is the one teasing, he doesn't like getting a taste of his own medicine.

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

A few whimpers, moans, and praise normally leave his mouth, he likes being vocal in the moment.

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

He likes to dom but he also likes letting his partner take control sometimes. It really gets him going and has this cute little look on his face when his S.O. does so.

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

A bit bigger than average. I just know this man has a big dick.

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

I'd say his sex drive is pretty normal... for a teenage boy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

You both will have some pillow talk for a while. He falls asleep after you just cause he wants to make sure his S.O. won't be left alone in some sorta way.