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THE HOLIDAYS WERE WEIRD THIS YEAR. it felt…different. and you couldn’t figure out why. honestly, the last month of your life had been weirdly fuzzy. you assumed it was because of your involvement in the traumatic battle involving spiderman, doctor strange, and people from other universes. you don’t remember how, but you and lando somehow got roped with helping out and since then…your life had been weird. 

boston college had rescinded its rejection and you ended up getting into the dream school. lando got accepted into mit, which had also rejected him before. both schools rejected them initially because of their involvement with spiderman. 

but neither you nor lando could remember how you were involved with spiderman. and that’s what tripped you up the most. and since you hadn’t even seen spiderman since that night, you couldn’t ask what was going on. it was as if the superhero that was once somehow a part of your life was avoiding you entirely.

the day began like any other day. it was winter break and you were working your job at a cafe in brooklyn and lando had walked in to keep you company on the slow day. 

“hey!” lando grinned as he made his way to the bar stools in the back. he took out a stack of papers. “ready for the new year's party next week?”

“why do you keep coming back here, norris?” your manager fred asked grumpily. he was a sweet old man with a slight french accent. but lando seemed to annoy the hell out of him. 

“don’t pretend you don’t love me, fred,” lando laughed at the man, who rolled his eyes. 

“don’t be too loud. i’ll be taking a smoke out back,” he mumbled before disappearing into the back room.

“i still can’t believe i’m letting you throw a party at my house,” you rolled your eyes. lando only shrugged helplessly. “there goes my mysterious status.”

“like you were ever mysterious in the first place,” lando scoffed. “we’re in a school full of nerds, y/n. it’s not exactly hard to be popular.”

he was right. being captain of the academic decathlon team, president of the art honor society, and member of the volleyball team gave you some sort of higher status at the midtown school of science and technology. and for lando, underneath the outgoing, partying, fun exterior, he was extremely gifted with a passion for physics and computer science. 

“yeah, but people didn’t know much about my personal life. not until…” you trailed off with a frown, your brain going fuzzy just like it did every time you thought about a time in your life that was clearly affected by spiderman. 

“until spiderman,” lando voiced your thoughts. he let out a dramatic sigh. “god, i wish i just knew what happened there! why were we so affected by spiderman? we had to have known who he was if we were that close to him. but at the same time, i feel like if we, knew his identity or something, we’d fucking remember that.”

“i know,” you shook your head. “that genuinely keeps me up at night. why the hell were we so involved in that big battle at the statue of liberty? why did we get rejected from school by association to a fucking avenger? and why can’t i remember?”

before lando could answer, the door to the cafe opened. both your heads turned toward the front counter. 

“well, duty calls,” you said. lando nodded, waving you off to do your job while he waited. 

“hi, welcome to fred’s, i’m y/n,” you greeted cheerfully. your smile faltered when you saw who it was. 

he seemed to be your age. fluffy brown hair swept to the side, curls brushing his forehead. his eyes, a color you couldn’t quite place that was in between brown and hazel-ish, met yours. he looked breathtakingly familiar and for a second, it felt like the whole room shifted when you saw him. like the air between you got heavier somehow.

“hi,” the boy let out an exhale that he was clearly holding for a long time. “how are you?” he asked. you tilted your head to the side, observing the boy. 

“do i know you?” you asked carefully. the boy blinked, as if jumping out of his thoughts. he focused on you now, a boyish grin taking over his face. 

“yeah, uh—” he cut himself off, his eyes catching on something on your face, specifically above your eyebrow. his breath caught and his smile faded. “what happened there?”

“oh…um, just a cut. doesn’t hurt much anymore,” that was a lie. the cut bothered you more than you let on. every small brush over the bandage reminded you of that night. the boy nodded, his expression suddenly more guarded. his carefree smile was replaced with a fake one that you instantly saw through. 

“can i get you anything?”

“yeah,” he mumbled, his mood visibly off. “i’ll just have a coffee, please. and a…blueberry donut.” he pointed to the donuts behind you. you smiled without thinking.

“that’s a good choice. blueberry’s my favorite.” you rang up his order.

“i know,” he let out a breath that almost sounded like a nervous laugh. you looked up at him, but he was already looking at you. his eyes flickering to the bandaid above your eyebrow as if it physically pained him.

“sorry?” you frowned, tilting your head. how could he know your favorite donut?

“nothing,” the boy shook his head, his eyes dropping to the counter.

 “okay…” you blinked at him before focusing back to the screen in front of you. “can i have a name for the order?”

“um…oscar,” he said after a moment of hesitation. “oscar piastri.”

“i just needed your first name—” you stopped yourself as the name registered. piastri. it echoed in your brain. it was all too familiar. 

“wait, did you know may?” you regretted the question as soon as you asked it. oscar’s face shifted and the fake smile slid off his face, like he wasn’t expecting the question. he looked…almost devastated. 

“fuck, i’m so sorry. that was really insensitive of me. you don’t have to answer if—”

“no, it’s okay,” oscar replied softly, his voice strained. “she was, um, she was my aunt. my family’s in australia so…i lived with her over here.”

“oh my god,” your eyes widened. “i’m so sorry for your loss. i, um, volunteered for her organization a few times. the one that partnered with spider-man sometimes and helped displaced people after the blip. she was…” you tried to find the right words and smiled a bit as you remembered the woman. “she was really amazing. one of the kindest souls. she always made people feel like they mattered and always saw the good in people, even if they were the worst person you’ve ever met.”

oscar actually smiled this time and his demeanor instantly relaxed. he let out a breath. 

“yeah,” he said softly. “that sounds like her.”

you turned around, grabbing two blueberry donuts and handing it to him. “here. on the house,” you smiled at him. “and your coffee’s gonna be done shortly.”

“thank you.” oscar nodded before stepping back. you moved away from the register, ignoring the fluttering feeling in your chest and began boiling the water to make his coffee. you made your way back to lando. 

“lando,” you whispered, tapping his shoulder. lando looked up from his phone. 

“what’s up?” he asked. you subtly tilt your head toward the front of the cafe, where oscar stands waiting, scrolling on his phone. 

“look at him. he looks familiar right? like i’ve seen him before. but i can’t remember where.”

“yeah, he…” lando trailed off, frowning. “i know him from somewhere, for sure. does he go to midtown?”

“i don’t know. but…” you hesitated. “lando, he knew may.”

lando’s eyes widened and his gaze switched from you to oscar before turning back to you. 

“piastri? like…the one with the organization that spider-man worked with?”

“yeah, he said he’s his nephew,” you nodded. “this is a coincidence right? because…”

“may died that night,” lando echoed your thoughts. 

the night where you remember what happened, but can’t remember why it happened.

A FEW DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS, THINGS started getting weird again. you woke up around three in the morning, your heart pounding for a reason you couldn’t quite place. the dream, if you could even call it that, lingered in your mind. it’s been like this for weeks. flashes of something or someone. this time, you saw a hand brushing yours as you sat on the edge of a rooftop. 

the rooftop of your school’s. 

before you could even talk yourself out of it, you threw on a hoodie and sneakers and left. you didn’t know why you were going. you just had a feeling. like something was missing and the roof of midtown tech was where you could possibly find it. 

possibly. 

by the time you reached the school, your hands were shaking. you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or from your nerves. the school gates were locked, obviously, but you’d snuck in after hours before with lando a few times, so you knew how to get inside and avoid the cameras. you made your way onto campus, creeping through the side door and up the familiar stairs. 

you didn’t know what you were expecting to find, but it certainly wasn’t him.

spider-man sat at the edge of the rooftop, his mask turned toward the skyline. his suit catching the late night lights of the city. 

“you’re not supposed to be up here,” he said, not looking at you. his voice was muffed and distorted through the mask. you froze, stopping just behind him. 

“neither are you.”

he turned to face you. “you shouldn’t be out this late, y/n.” he said, softer this time. you blinked, your breath catching in the cold air. 

“it’s technically early,” you shot back. spider-man hesitated and something in your stomach twisted. 

“you should go home,” he whispered. “please.”

“no,” you shot back. “i know this has something to do with you.”

“what has something to do with me?”

“why can’t i remember?” you asked, you voice cracking on the words. “i can’t remember anything whenever it comes to you, spider-man. i can’t remember the specifics of the battle. i know that i was there, but i can’t remember why.”

spider-man looked at you for a long moment. you couldn’t see his face, but you could feel it. you could feel the guilt radiating off of him. 

“please,” you whispered. “you don’t have to tell me everything. i just—i keep getting these…flashes. like, they’re moments that i know are real but i can’t hold onto them. i remember being up here. i remember feeling a sense of safety and comfort. i remember knowing that i wasn’t alone. but that’s it.”

“y/n,” spider-man’s voice was laced with pain. “it’s better this way.”

“for me or for you?” you demanded. “because feeling this way fucking sucks.”

“for everyone.” spider-man whispered. “look, i lost a lot that night. more than you know or could even imagine. trust me. some things are meant to be forgotten.” he said, bitterly.

“do you ever get tired of lying to people? to not showing who you really are? i know that i was associated with you, okay? i know that i know you and that lando knows you. but we don’t know how we know you. we don’t know who you are.”

“maybe that’s a good thing.” 

you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around yourself, as if that would protect you from the cold. “i just…i don’t want to forget anymore,” you admitted. “i want to know why it feels like i lost the most important thing in the world to me.”

spider-man didn’t respond, instead patting the spot beside him on the ledge. you sat down and the two of you sat in silence for a bit, staring out at the city. it was tense, but strangely comforting. 

“you’re stronger than you think you are.” spider-man said after a while. you almost smiled. 

“you say that like you know me.”

“i know enough.”

you turned to him, but he was already standing. he held out a hand.

“what?’ you looked up at him. 

“let me take you home.” he offered. you hesitated before taking his hand. 

the swing through the city was a mix of terrifying, exhilarating, and familiar. the wind rushed against your face and lights blurred beneath your feet as you clung onto spider-man, your hands wrapped tightly around his waist. when he finally set you down in front of your house, you stared at him, confusion building up inside you.

“i…i never told you where i lived.” 

“you didn’t have to.” spider-man shrugged. and you could tell he was smirking under the mask. “i’m your friendly neighborhood spider-man, remember?”

no, you wanted to say. you didn’t remember. 

“right.” you faked a laugh. “thanks for the ride.”

“anytime. i’ll see you around.” spider-man saluted you before swinging away, disappearing into the city like he hadn’t been with you at all.

THE NEXT MORNING, YOU WERE still thinking about the encounter from the night before. you were trying to convince yourself that it was a dream. you were zoned out for a bit, the chime of the door snapping you out of your trance. 

“good morning!” a cheerful voice greeted you. you smiled at the familiar face. 

“hey! oscar, right?” you asked. the boy nodded. 

“yeah.” he grinned at you, the smile making your knees weak. you’d only met this guy once before, but he was already giving you butterflies. it was as if you’d known him all your life. 

“what’ll you have today? same as last time?”

“yep!” oscar quipped, in a strangely good mood. you let out a soft laugh before ringing him up and leaning on the counter. 

“hey, you’re in high school, right?” you asked him. oscar shrugged. 

“i was,” he started, hesitation in his voice. “but i kinda dropped out a few weeks ago. after may died, i kinda went into a sort of depression and couldn’t focus on anything.”

“oh,” you didn’t know what to say. oscar only waved you off. 

“no, don’t worry. i’m studying to get my ged, though. i’m gonna take the test, so i’ll still have some sort of degree.”

“that’s good.” you nodded, handing him his donut before going to the bar to make his coffee. you spoke the next question without thinking. “hey, are you doing anything for the new year?”

“oh!” oscar’s eyes widened, surprised at the question. “um, probably not, honestly. why?”

“well…” you cleared your throat and began playing with your fingers. you couldn’t remember the last time you asked out a guy or invited a guy you liked to a party. you were nervous. “my best friend lando, he was here when you came in the other day, is throwing a party at my place tonight. you should stop by. it’s just a bunch of people from school, nothing too crazy, but you might have some fun!”

oscar looked like he wanted to say no. he bit his lip with hesitation and seemed to take a good moment to think about it.

“um…” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and for a moment you wanted to take it all back and pretend it never happened. “i actually have something to do earlier in the evening, but…” he took out his receipt and a pen from his pocket, scribbling something onto it before sliding it toward you. “text me the details, just in case.”

you raised an eyebrow, taking the receipt and putting it into your pocket anyway. 

“something? what could you possibly have to do on new year’s eve?” you asked him. 

“nothing bad.” oscar said, almost too quickly. “just some…errands to run.”

“totally not suspicious.” you teased him, handing him his coffee. oscar laughed quietly, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. you wondered if he was usually this easy to read. 

“you’ll get used to it.” he said, taking the cup and walking away. “text me!” he called before going out the door.

YOU TEXTED HIM. THE PARTY WAS pretty much in full swing by now. midnight was in twenty minutes. it’s been almost four hours and oscar still hadn’t shown up. not that you were getting your hopes up. 

you sat on one of the couches in your living room, plastic cup filled with punch that somebody had definitely poured vodka into, when lando dropped down beside you. he had a huge grin on his face, like he was throwing the best party of his life. 

“i found someone to be my new year’s kiss,” was the first thing he said as he sat next to you. you turned to him briefly. 

“nice. who?”

“her name’s gwen. she’s a transfer. not sure how she found out about the party, but she’s pretty.”

“cool.” you replied, not really listening. your eyes were stuck on the door. that was still closed. 

“holy shit, y/n. stop brooding,”

“i’m not brooding,” you scoffed, looking at him fully now. “i was just thinking.”

“tomato, tomahto,” lando said, faking an american accent. that got a laugh out of you. “hey, there she is.” he smiled. “what’s on your mind?” he asked, his tone turning more gentle and caring. you hesitated.

“i keep getting flashes." you admitted softly. "like not full flashbacks, but like specific moments. especially of that day or that time in my life. i see may, doctor strange, spider-man, the other ones, the damn rooftop. i don’t know what’s so important about the roof of our school but i felt like it matters. and when i went up there the other night to check, he was there. why was spider-man there? what connection does he have to midtown?”

lando frowned, his features being overtaken by something else. concern? confusion?

“i get what you mean.” he admitted. “i mean, i don’t talk about it much because i don’t like to. but…i also get those. the flashes. but for me, they’re like, all throughout high school. like times where i was supposed to be somewhere, or someone was supposed to be with me. it’s weird.”

“no.” you shook your head. “it’s not weird. i know there’s someone else involved. someone who’s not spider-man or strange or…” you trailed off, realization hitting you like a truck. “oh my god.”

“what?” lando furrowed his eyebrows. 

“strange. we have to visit him. he’d know exactly what happened. he’s the one that made the spell that closed the whole multiverse thing. the spell that makes us not remember.” 

“strange is on the other side of the city, y/n,” lando sighed. “there’s no way for us to get there without it taking at least two hours by train from here. besides…what if he tells you the same thing as spider-man?”

“fuck. you’re right. there’s no use going over there.”

you both fell silent for a moment, the party around you continuing it’s course. before either one of you could say anything else, the doorbell rang. your head shot up. could it be?

“i got it!” lando called, jumping up before you could even move. he ran toward the entryway. you looked away, fiddling with the edge of your cup until you heard his voice again. “oh, hey! oscar, right?”

you looked up and sure enough, there he was. 

oscar. 

the guy who walked into your cafe a few days ago and has been consuming your thoughts ever since. you knew he was related to all this. you just didn’t know why. he lived with may piastri. may was involved in that battle. she died because of it. there’s no way her own nephew wasn’t involved somehow.

he looked a bit tired, like he’d been out for a while. his hair was messy, which for some reason, made him look really good, and he was slightly out of breath, like he had been running. you got up and made your way to the door. 

“hey, you’re here!” you said, giving him a soft smile. he smiled back at you. 

“yeah, um, got done with what i needed to do. figured i shouldn’t start my new year alone, you know?"

lando grinned, clapping oscar on the back. “glad you’re here, mate,” he said before disappearing back into the party, leaving you and oscar standing by the door awkwardly. 

“so, care for a drink?” you asked finally. oscar nodded. 

“sure.” he said. you led him toward the kitchen, where a few people were lazily hanging around, laughing and talking. 

“what’re you in the mood for? we have punch that was definitely spiked earlier, cans of soda, water…”

“i’ll have a soda, please. any one works,” he replied. you nodded and opened the cooler by the counter. you looked at the soda options. root beer, ginger ale, sprite, and coca-cola. you hesitated before you suddenly got a feeling. 

you don’t know who or what was telling you, but there was something in the back of your mind. something that nagged and was telling you that sprite was his favorite. 

“i can’t believe that sprite is your favorite soda. be a little less boring, osc.”

“so what if i’m boring? you’re still dating me, aren’t you?”

“y/n.” oscar tapped your shoulder. “you okay? you kind of zoned out. you looked at him, a curious expression on his face. you quickly nodded, pulling out a sprite and handing it to him. 

“yeah, sorry. it’s been a weird few days.”

“okay.” oscar said, taking the sprite can. he looked at you and gave you another shy smile. there was something in his eyes, you noticed. something familiar. 

osc. 

“this is nice.” oscar said after a moment, pointing to his surroundings. “do you always throw parties like this?”

“nah,” you laughed softly. “lando’s the partier. his parents were in town this weekend and their strict, so he asked if he could throw it at mine.”

“your parents don’t mind?” oscar asked. you shrugged. 

“as long as we don’t break anything or don’t get the cops called on us, they’re fine with it. they usually spend weekend nights with my grandparents in brooklyn, anyway.”

“i thought you would’ve lived in brooklyn.” oscar said. “since that’s where the cafe is.”

“nope,” you shook your head. “lived in queens all my life. what about you? where do you live?”

“um, i lived in queens with may for a while after i moved here. now i’m on my own. midtown manhattan.” 

“midtown?” your eyes widened. “what the hell are you doing here? why do you always come to fred's for coffee? i'm sure there's other coffee shops in manhattan.” 

“you're not in manhattan.” he shrugged, as if the answer was that simple. you blinked at him and his eyes suddenly went wide, as if he just realized what he had said. “shit, i mean—”

suddenly you felt really dizzy. your heart pounded and moments flashed through your memory. being with a person. laughing with them. crying with them. kissing them. but you couldn’t figure out who. you stumbled, gripping the kitchen counter. 

“are you okay?” he asked, moving forward to catch you before stopping himself. you noticed it. the way he reached out and pulled his hand back. like he was fighting muscle memory.

“i’m fine,” you lied, shutting your eyes for a second as your steadied yourself. you looked at oscar, who was already looking at you with concern all over his face. “i know you.” you whispered. oscar furrowed his eyebrows.

“i mean, we’ve met a few times before today, so—”

“no, not like that.” you let out a dry laugh, but nothing about this was funny. you looked at oscar again. he looked confused and almost…scared?

“god, this is going to sound crazy. but…i know you from before that. i know that i know you, but i don’t know how i know you.”

“um…” oscar hesitated. he stepped closer to you. “no, i don’t think we’ve met.”

“right.” you scoffed. “of course we haven’t. i’m just going fucking insane like always.” you turned away from him just as the countdown to midnight started. 

ten, nine

“would you kiss me?” the question made you whip your head back around to him, your eye’s widening. 

“what?”

six, five

“kiss me.” oscar repeated, stepping closer to you. “for the new year.”

two, one.

“okay.” you whispered before pressing your lips to his. the party erupted into cheers and laughter and noise. so much noise. but all you could focus on was oscar. 

and an achingly familiar voice in the back of your mind. oscar’s voice. 

“i’ll come find you, okay? i’ll find you both and tell you everything.”

“promise me, osc. please. promise me you’ll make me remember.”

“i…i promise.”

words from maha

thanks for reading <33 love u all

It was a day on the farm, the Kansas sun beating down hard on them as they tended to the horses in the stable. Your hands dragged down the mane of an American quarter horse, the palomino coat glowing in the rays of the sun.

Clark was rolling the hay barrels to the side for their feeding time, wiping subtle sweat from the sun off his head with a soft whoo. His black curls bounced slightly while his head moved, his white t-shirt tight against his muscles and his jeans dirty at the edges, his landscaping boots smeared with mud and such.

"Boy's hungry today," He concurred with a pensive expression, your head turning around to see the black coated mustang they'd name Rock absolutely murdering a hay roll. You squinted, "Well, he was running around everywhere, figures that he needs a break Clark." You jeered.

Clark chuckled, "Suppose you're right, he's been workin' himself out to the bon- ope!" He backed up a bit when Rock's head whipped up, a stubborn neigh as he stomped, "Okay okay, I'll let ya be."

He walked over, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, "And we, should seriously go eat too. My stomach's growling."

You smiled, patting the horse you'd been tending to on the nose gently before you followed Clark out the stables while the horses all ate.

The sun caught on your tanned skin nicely, and Clark couldn't resist from staring - you were beautiful, no matter what you looked like, you were beautiful. He grasped your hand with his own, and pressed a gentle smooch to the back of it, "You look beautiful, darlin'." He complimented, and you felt a subtle blush on your cheeks.

"Mm, says you handsome," You responded affectionately, pressing a quick peck to Clark's lips.

Clark smiled wide against your mouth, his eyes bright with affection. Like a puppy; "Sooo, I was thinkin' we could have strip steak for dinner, what'd ya say?" He offered, and you nodded, "Strip steak sounds delicious Clark."

He hummed, "Great, let's get to makin' it then..just in time so we can put the horses back into their stables."

With the two of you settled on that thought, you went into your shared farmhouse to begin preparing your guys' dinner for the night. You both moved about the kitchen, communicating to eachother, and overall having a rather domestic type, laughing when Clark accidentally got the gravy on his face, or when you turned the pan up too high.

It was heaven when it was just you two living your peaceful life on the farm - no Superman, no constant worry.

Things had been quiet, and you were grateful for that..it was usually never quiet.

But then again, you were both in your farmhouse and not in Metropolis, where the Flash and Cyborg had offered to watch out for instead in Clark's absence.

After a flurry of excitement and rather productive dinner making, the two of you had finished making the strip steak, currently enjoying the taste while you sat across from eachother.

It was silent, the two of you content with eating in silence, though there was no harm in sparking a conversation - but you'd decided to choose a rather unique topic.

"Would you let me boss you around in bed Clark?" You suddenly questioned, and the poor Kryptonian coughed loudly, eyes wide, "What?"

You didn't really react, just shrugged, "I mean..like you'd let me order you around. While we have sex."

Clark stared at you, his glasses perched low on his nose while his countenance was washed over with shock, "I..well, um..I, suppose I'm not against it sweetheart," He scratched the back of his head, "What warranted this eh..?"

"Just curious Clark..and wishing." You added with a subtle husk, and Clark caught it - of course he did. His ears were red, and so was his entire face.

"Welp," Clark slapped a hand on his thigh gently, "How about we finish our food baby, then we can uh..discuss this later, hm?" He waited for your inevitable, "Okay."

He nodded, and the two of you resorted to eating in pure silence, but the tension in the air seemed to snuff the silence out - like the very electricity between you two was speaking. It made no sense how the food had suddenly disappeared so quickly, and you two were left to silently stare at eachother.

Clark couldn't be any less awkward, "..Uh."

You stared, analyzing Clark before you smiled, "Shall we go?"

*

"I'm sure you can do much better than this Kal," You muttered, eyes narrowed while you watched Clark, your tone dark while you sat atop Clark's cock, the man panting and trying his best to not whimper. You were demanding, and with every slow slow grind into you, just the way you'd asked, his eyes almost rolling back when he didn't get that small amount of pressure he needed around his cock to bring him closer.

You felt amusement, but the way your core washed over with more heat everytime Clark's eyes scrunched, his brows knitting together with effort as he tried not to buck into you like a wild animal, was obvious.

Especially since Clark definitely let out a pathetic mewl at the new wave of hotness over his large cock, nudged into you fully. You moaned softly, back arching a little while your hands rested on his chest, lashes fluttering, "Good, you're so good at listening baby..can you a move a little deeper for me, hm? Faster?" You cooed it to him, and he took it without shame.

Clark pushed his hips deeper into you with more speed, but he didn't go too fast - he knew you'd chide him, make him restart to an excruciatingly slow pace.

How you handled it without crying and pleading was insane to him, but he didn't ask.

He just obeyed whatever you told him.

Clark was like your dog, and that's how he thought of it. He panted, eyes clouded while you leaned in and kissed at his face, dragging your lips along his before your tongue licked at the seam. Clark pliantly opened his mouth and felt your tongue slip into his wet mouth, sliding against his and making him groan.

It was lewd but it turned him on like crazy - because it was you, you were doing this to him and he'd never have it any other way.

You massaged Clark's chest, hands running down to graze his muscles while he punched little sounds out of you - you wanted to play this game for as long as you could, make Clark cry even and drive him crazy.

But you might go crazy first.

"Faster, come on. Don't disappoint me, you're good right? You don't want me to do it for you, do you?" It was a threat that would've Clark said yes, but he shook his head, "No..n..no, I'll do it..I'll- I'll do it." He croaked, a pathetic need to please you.

All he lived for sometimes was to just fucking please you.

Clark thrusted faster into your wet pussy, groaning loudly when you clenched. He aimed his hips a little and began hitting your G-spot with every snap, a sharp cry leaving you, "Shit!" You cursed, a whine leaving your mouth.

Clark nodded, "Uh huh..all for you, c'mon darlin'. Tell me I.." He panted, eyes half lidded, "tell me I'm good, please?"

The request almost had you cumming on his cock right there. Fuck, he was pitiful, and it had your cunt clenching, the hotness brewing in the pit of your stomach serving to turn damn near seismic.

"Oh? Really, you want me to say it?" You hummed, before you tapped his hips - and like a dog, Clark stopped on command.

The Kryptonian nodded, the farmer's tan he had highlighted by the sheen of sweat over his body, the setting sun serving to make every point of his planes glow, "Please, please-"

He was interrupted by a sharp intake of breath when you began rocking your hips, controlling the rhythm with quick rolls, "Come on then. You're perfect, aren't you Kal? Fuckin' good." You praised through gritted teeth, your own moans flooding out of you as you began riding him hard, the man squirming beneath you with the grave effort to control himself.

Clark panted harshly, his hips trembling, "Sweeth..heart, I'm..I'm gonna.." He felt dizzy - he never thought you'd reduce him to this, but he was putty in your hands and he was whimpering like that as all he could do, whining for your approval.

You grinned, "Good boy, is that what you wanna hear? You a good boy?" You teased, moaning and furrowing your brows as you grew closer and closer to bursting all over.

The power trip drove you mad, and you bounced a little, taking him while you watched how desperately Clark wanted to fuck up into you.

And how his dick throbbed in you at the praise.

"Good boy. I think you deserve it. Go on, take it." You cooed, and just like that, Clark lost it. He grasped your hips with a brutal force, though was wary of hurting you before he began hammering into you, making you cry out.

You held onto his shoulders, back arched as the tip kissed your cervix, making you whine, "Clark! Fuck, fuck..gonna cum!" You warned, but Clark was delirious. He needed to cum, and he wanted to cum right in you, wanted to hear you tell him how good it was, "Am..am I doing good? Please, please tell me I'm doing good, need t'hear you say it baby please." He breathed.

And who were you to deny him his needs now?

"Good, G-god you're so g-good! Making my pussy feel s..so good Kal!" You croaked, and just like that, Clark spilled into you in heavy loads, both you moaning when you followed right after, squeezing his pulsing cock.

The room smelled of sex and sweat, the both of you fucked out. You collapsed on top of Clark, taking in that subtle sandalwood scent of his.

Clark kissed your head, a tiny whimper not going unheard when you shifted a little while his hand went to rub your back. You could feel the little tremors.

In conclusion, there was no lie about it.

Clark Kent, was just a puppy..kind, loyal, and real fuckin' obedient.

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The world needed cleaning, and you were willing to hold the garbage bag.

Unfortunately, you were biased when it came to Slade Wilson - were you really upholding the law when you were currently sucking a mercenary's cock into your mouth?

You couldn't answer that, not with that way your eyes were glossed over while Slade held your head in place, thrusting into your mouth with practiced, deep movements, "You're good, but you know that." Slade hummed, his one eye narrowed at you while he continued to move his hips and fuck your mouth carefully.

Precise as always, whether it was with a blade or making you gag just enough to make your throat tighten just the way he liked.

Your vision was a flushed haze of red and other hues from the heat in your body.

Drool covered your swollen lips, wrapped around Slade's dick like the erotic form of a candy wrapper while your tongue slurped and twisted around the tip, tracing veins as the man used your throat for his own pleasure.

He wasn't rushing you though, he was being rather careful. That was one thing you'd underestimated when you'd first met Slade.

That he'd do everything to hurt you for his own gain.

Yet that was one of the very few things Slade hadn't done. Physically hurt you.

Deep down in that twisted soul of yours, one used to violence and risking your life, coming home in pain with multiple contusions, bruises, and injuries from a rough night or a close to death experience - it bothered you.

Why wasn't he hurting you?

Sure, you didn't sign up for that in the relationship but the very fact that the man whose very job was to hurt people, wasn't hurting you? It was a huge irk.

Slade could see the crease in your brow; a habit you did when you were thinking deep, and of course he was only human..he was curious.

Disregarding his need to cum, he pulled his cock out of your wet mouth and watched the way saliva connected your pretty lips to the blushing head, "What's on your mind, hm?" He inquired.

You coughed a bit, more startled about the sudden emptiness in your mouth before your eyes narrowed softly, blinking back the threat of tears from having your throat opened like that.

"What? I'm not thinking about anything." You muttered, massaging the tent in your own sweatpants absentmindedly as Slade stared, "You know, you were never the best liar," He stroked your hair with an affection that made you melt and flare up all the same, "so tell me really, what is it?"

Hesitation danced over your countenance before you frowned, "Why're you so- gentle?" You sounded bitter when you said it, and though you felt bad, you knew Slade wasn't made of glass, "Do you think I'm weak or something? You're never rough, you just- you're too careful with me."

Slade took in your words, understanding seeming to flit over his own face, "Is that how you feel?"

You seemed reluctant all of a sudden at his question, scratching the back of your neck, "..I mean, yeah."

Silence lingered in the air while you two played an unsettling game of don't blink. You wondered if you'd turned the man above you off with your complaint - maybe you should've kept your mouth shut, maybe you-

"You should've said something earlier, I would've heeded to it." Slade interrupted your train of worrisome thoughts, standing up with his cock bobbing slightly and walking over to where his katanas rested against the wall.

Something akin to nervousness filled you when he reached for one, grasping the Tsuka of it and coming back to your knelt form.

He looked down at you as the tip of the blade grazed your jaw, "You want to feel something?" He started, "Because I assure you.." something dark seemed to settle right then and there in Slade's eye, "..I can make you feel something."

Your breath caught, eyes wide with anticipation.

Was he serious? The katana, would he-

"You gonna stab me?" You asked out of pure nervousness, and Slade couldn't help a snide smile, "..No. A simple graze was what I had in mind."

Again, that hesitation came right back to you. Graze you? Like draw blood? Sure, you could handle it..it was just grazing - you'd dealt with much worse before..considering you were a cop in Gotham City of all places to live Hell on earth in.

"Okay," You agreed, "I'm down."

Slade hummed, the absence of light in the room mixed with the city's nightlife glow outside highlighting every feature on Slade's naked body, carving every deep ab and the tone of his muscles perfectly, "Good. Stand then, and we can get to it."

Without a second, you stood and crawled over to the bed when Slade jutted his head towards it.

Another feeling accompanied your nervousness - excitement. Adrenaline from trying something dangerous yet so, so new. You wanted to feel something expecting, or merely..

You wanted to feel how dangerous the man you loved could become.

Settling onto your hands and knees, Slade came up behind you on his own knees, the katana in his hand. He analyzed you, trying to see what would be the best start to this.

Eventually, he pressed your upper back into the mattress so you could arch towards him, and he brought the tip of the blade between your shoulder blades, "Maybe I should carve my name right behind you, so everytime I have you..knelt like this and aching for me," He leaned into your ear as he began to slowly drag the blade, "I'll always know you belong to me."

A shaky grunt left with a wince as you felt the blade just barely slicing through your skin barrier, and a warm trickle was felt. Precision that no doubt was mastered over years, now tracing down your spine in an intimate display of harm.

The type of concoction of physical injury and love only Slade could give, and it made you sick with desire.

Slade watched the way the deep red of your blood slowly seeped down your back, and he leaned down to lick slowly up the fluid, a shiver and a surprised little moan leaving, "Slade-"

"Hm?" He hummed while he lapped slowly, going towards the plane of your neck before kissing behind your ear slowly.

Every word you'd had disappeared with the touch of his lips behind that spot, biting back a groan as your dick hardened impossibly - he knew every way to work you, no matter how minuscule it was.

Slade dragged his hand down your side, massaging with big hands before he palmed at your ass and squeezed the flesh there too, "Obedient." He said simply. before he grasped your waist with his arm and dragged the katana to slice gently at your waist, making you whimper, "Ah!"

"Shh," he hushed, "..just feel." He muttered, licking the edge of your ear as he drew calculate cuts along your body, each one giving you a sharp sensation that lasted long enough to feel good. It should've hurt, it should've hurt so bad; multiple stinging cuts all over your front that scattered from your hips to your collarbone.

Yet it brought you higher and higher to that cloud of endless bliss.

Slade knew you by now; your job wasn't for the soft of heart, you were tough and you could handle your own, and you weren't afraid to hurt yourself for what you needed to pursue.

It's why he'd chosen to love you - it's why he'd chipped a layer of his cold heart to allow you to warm it with love he shouldn't deserve.

Slade's cock dragged along your ass, nudging at the rim and making you stiffen. You weren't stupid, Slade was huge and you usually took a damn while to get adjusted to him. Slade hesitated, before he brought the flat slide of the katana to your lips, "Open."

You obeyed immediately, opening your mouth as Slade slid the blade in, "Good..now bite. And don't let it fall."

A nod was all you could manage as Slade slid a finger into your ass, twisting to hit that spot in you that had you jerking a bit, a little groan. He pumped it carefully, before a second one followed, both digits rubbing your sweet spot while stretching you open.

You were moaning softly around the blade, brows scrunched together before a third finger had your eyes widening, "Mff!"

"Relax, you know you can handle it." Slade stated firmly, working the three fingers and massaging at the spot that had you leaking pre-cum onto your guys' sheets.

After a minute, Slade pulled his fingers out and replaced it with the tip of his cock, "Don't choke." Was all he said as he began to push in, stretching you like nothing ever could. You whimpered, a pathetic sound from your likeliness but oh, you couldn't do anything else.

You desperately tried to keep your mouth clamped around the blade, teeth grazing the forged steel as Slade worked his way in, heavy breaths slowly becoming audible as the man used palpable effort to keep sane, "Tight..real fuckin' tight." He growled rawly, making you clench and elicit a loud groan from the man behind you, "Fuck."

It felt like eternity had passed when Slade had finally bottomed out, hitting your prostate with no form of struggle and making your back arch, the sting from the earlier breaking of skin on your spine making the experience all the more present to your brain.

Slade panted, having a moment to himself before he carefully grabbed the Tsuka of the katana, and took it out of your mouth, "Good..you did good," he praised gruffly, his eyes narrowed before he pulled back, and thrusted forward in a snap that made you cry out - an unnatural reaction, "Slade!"

"Calling my name like that isn't making this any slower." Slade stated, starting a pace that was slow enough to make you feel every single slam into your guts, your prostate being smashed effortlessly.

You couldn't sob now, you guys had just started.

Slade was silent, the katana resting on your back as he took in the way your hole, already becoming puffy and red, stretched around his thickness in a damn near pornographic way. "You're tiny," He started, his voice holding no form of sarcasm - but there was dark satisfaction, an arousal he couldn't deny, "compared to me, at least. You can barely even take my cock."

He thrusted in at that last sentence, hard and making you moan loudly, "Fuck!" Your voice cracked, before Slade began speeding up out of nowhere, "Take what you're given. You asked for it after all."

Every single thrust felt like he was splitting you open, the subtle changes in speed making you spiral out of control and quickly into a babbling, moaning mess with tears trying to come out.

"Oh! Shit, shit you're s-so..big!" You hoarsed, all shame absent in your body as Slade took you fiercely, keeping a controlled pace that was breaking you apart and making you into something you had never even dreamed of.

The way he seemed to push against your walls, your prostate practically throbbing with every spark against your nerves; it was ecstasy.

You were overwhelmed, and you were already feeling your cock throb and pulse with your impending orgasm, "Slade!! Fuck, fuck I can't take it!" You rasped with misty eyes, unaware that the tears had already fallen down your face, clinging to your lashes, "I'm gonna cum, please- please! S'too soon!!"

Really, you were trying to save face, but Slade only chuckled, "No, no. You ask, I gave. Now fucking take it," his hand not holding the katana raised, and in a quick motion he made a cut, his own blood, an almost black shade, began to leak down his palm.

The sting was non-existent, especially not when he moved the cut hand to your mouth, clapping it closed, "Look at how beautiful you are when you bleed. You were made for it." He encouraged lowly, hearing your moans of pleasure and soft cries had him rushing to his own orgasm.

The blood on Slade's palm had your brain melting - the urge to taste, the smell. What the fuck was wrong with you?

Yet, Slade's raspy voice cut through before you could even begin to conjure up an answer, "Taste it. Do it- taste the blood of the man who kills. The corrupt blood of a killer who does it all for you." He slammed into you as hard as he could with that, making you sob out and scream against his hand, a muffled sound.

The katana was forgotten on the bed Slade's other hand raised to grasp your hips, pushing you back onto his cock. You were dizzy and seeing triple, but you opened your mouth to let the ichor flow onto your tongue, and you moaned shakily. The iron taste filled you, flooding your every waking sense before you were cumming hard with your eyes rolling back, crying out and clenching tight around Slade's length.

Thick, white ropes ruined the sheets as Slade followed right after with an animalistic groan, filling you and panting harshly.

You both collapsed onto the bed, staining with drops of blood and your cum, the two of you opting to not move. Boneless, you were damn boneless - that had been the best orgasm of your fucking life.

Blood was smeared like lip tint on your swollen lips, and Slade's bloodied palm moved to ruffle your hair, "..Now go to bed." He gruffed out.

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