Blume

۪ ׂ ˖ CLASSIC

— He'd just shrug and agree to dance with you.

— He doesn't see why he would say no, and it's been a bit since he last danced, so why not? He has nothing else to do.

— His hands would meet your waist and he'd ask if his placement was alright, and you'd nod before placing your hands on his shoulders so you both could start dancing.

— While his movements are lazy, they're not sloppy. He manages to smoothly dance with you, and when he'd start to get comfortable, he'd probably pull you closer.

— Now, he wouldn't dance a full waltz with you. Your dance is likely going to include slow turns and a spin every now and then, but apart from that, your dance is just going to be relaxed.

— You both wouldn't be dancing in silence, but it wouldn't be music filling the air. It would be his puns.

"How's my dancing? I would say it's pretty on pointe."

— If you do want music, though, he'll probably use his magic to turn on a nearby record player while you both kept dancing.

۪ ׂ ˖ RED

— He wouldn't agree at first, but simply because he's embarrassed about it.

— He's never danced before, for the Underground wasn't really a place where that happened. It was either kill or be killed, and if someone where to get caught dancing, they would likely be viewed as weak and be killed.

— But you both were in a secluded space with it being unlikely someone would show up, so maybe a quick dance wouldn't hurt.

— And, of course, he's only agreeing because he didn't want you to keep looking sad since he denied you the first time, and it definitely wasn't because he kind of wanted to learn how to dance.

— At first, he's awkward. He's tense and occasionally steps on your shoes, and he'd grumble swears every time he does.

— He would try to give up. He would try to pull his hands away, but you would just quickly move your own to cover his, and he'd scoff before continuing the dance with you.

— He might eventually pick up on the dance, and by that he really only steps on your foot less than when you both started, but that's still improvement!

— Red would likely try to dip you to make up for his lack of knowledge when it comes to dancing, but due to how sudden the action was, you're both falling onto the ground.

— With you on top of him, he'd stare at you with a flushed face, and you'd just laugh before placing a kiss to his forehead.

— He'd relax as you kissed him before muttering.

"...'m never doin' that again."

— He says that, but if you were to ask, he'd likely say yes just to make you happy.

۪ ׂ ˖ BLUE

— Immediately agrees.

— His eye lights widen as soon as you finish asking him, and his grin would somehow manage to widen while he quickly nods and grabs your hands.

"LET THE MAGNIFICANT SANS SHOW YOU HOW MAGNIFICANT HIS DANCING IS!"

— If there's a specific dance you're looking to do, you'll have to ask Blue because if you don't, he's probably going to want to salsa with you.

— And he's damn good at it, too.

— Even passionate seems like the wrong word used to describe his dancing, for it's more than that.

— As soon as he pulls you against him, he's moving. His hands are finding the right placement and if he notices you look confused, he'll gently grab your hands and move them to where they need to go while instructing you what to do.

— He'll cheer whenever you're able to dance without his instructions, and he might even pick up the pace if he thinks you're ready.

— You better find an excuse to stop dancing soon or else you'll be dancing all day.

— Blue is energetic, so unless you think you can keep up for hours, you either need to make an excuse or wait until his brother gets home to help.

— If his brother even helps. Stretch might just take a video and then leave to Muffet's.

۪ ׂ ˖ INK

— Of course, he'll dance with you!

— The first thing he does is make a portal to another au with his paintbrush and grab your hand before rushing inside the portal.

— If his vials are alright, he'll be extra about his dance with you. He'll take you to an AU he knows you like, and he'll find a hidden place there so you both can dance without being interrupted.

— He's not picky about dances, so tell him whatever dance you want to do.

— As soon as you tell him, though, he's using his paintbrush to put you both in the appropriate attire for said dance.

— You want to waltz? You're either getting put in a dress or a suit to match the formal dance. You want to two-step? He'll wear some leather boots, why not?

— He will make a radio so he can switch through different stations to change the music to something you wanted.

— But if he hadn't been keeping track of his vials, he likely wouldn't dance.

— Even if he did agree, it would be a very stiff and quiet dance.

۪ ׂ ˖ NIGHTMARE

— More than likely, you'll have to ask him multiple times before he agrees to dance with you.

— Nightmare is a busy skeleton—a busy skeleton with a reputation. He's feared by many and the boss of some, and he wouldn't risk that view of him just to dance with you.

— But if you ask enough, and if it's just you and him in his castle with nothing to do, he'd reluctantly agree while declaring he was only doing it to get you to stop asking.

— With Nightmare, due to him being considered somewhat royalty, he'll waltz with you.

— His castle has a ballroom, and while it is a bit dusty since hardly anyone goes in there, it wasn't the worst place to dance. It became nicer whenever the torches on the wall were lit, and the chandelier that hung above you both reflected the flames.

— There would be an old record player in the corner, and whenever he placed a record on it, classical musical would start to play.

— At first, he wouldn't be into it at all. He would be living up to the statement that he was simply doing this just to silence your constant asking, but as the dance went on, you'd notice how he'd gradually become more relaxed.

— His form wouldn't be as stiff as it was when you both started, and the hands he had on your waist would loosen their grip.

— He would spin you and maybe dip you once if he believed it was appropriate to the moment in the dance.

— Throughout the whole dance, he would just be amused at how happy you seemed—dancing with him out of all people.

— He wouldn't say anything about it. He would just keep dancing with you until the music stopped, and he would gently grab one of your hands with his own.

"You will tell no one about this, understood?"

— But even with that being said, he still pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

۪ ׂ ˖ KILLER

— As soon as you're done speaking, he's looking at you with a smirk while his eye sockets narrow.

"What kind of dance, sweetheart?"

— Whenever you try to leave after hearing him say that, he'll rush over and grab your hand while telling you that he was just messing around before saying that he'll dance with you.

— Now, Killer does not know how to dance, but he thinks he does.

— So, you'll be pulled into the most chaotic dance of your life—if you could even call it a dance.

— You're both really just spinning around while Killer is laughing his ass off.

— He'd likely dip you at the end of the dance and press a kiss to your lips, and he would slowly lift you back to your feet without breaking the kiss.

— You can try to teach him how to properly dance, but that would just result in him either doing stupid moves or saying some dumb flirt that came to mind.

— Your lessons would likely just turn into a flirting session for him.

۪ ׂ ˖ SKULL

— He would be quiet for a second before questioning you.

"...yer sure you wanna do that?"

— The thing with Skull is that due to his size and past, he becomes worried whenever he has to be gentle.

— He fears that he'll accidentally hurt you somehow while you're both dancing, even if it's obvious that nothing would ever happen. It's still a worry, and it forever would be when it came to you.

— If you reassure him that you want to dance, even going as far as turning on some music to show that you were certain, he would warily agree to dance with you.

— Expect Skull to be very stiff. The skeleton is even afraid to breathe with you so close to him, so you'd probably have to grab his hands to put them in the right placement so you both can dance.

— You can try to do certain dances with him, but it's unlikely he'll successfully do them with you.

— Whenever you ask him to spin you or dip you, he'll just look at you with wide eyes because he does not know what to do. Spin? Like, pick you up and spin you? Dip you? None of the words would make any sense to him, so you'd have to show him.

— For now, it would just be best to stick to swaying with Skull.

— It's simple and due to how easy it is, he relaxes a lot quicker since he's not worried about messing up as much as he would be with other moves.

— Give it time and he will be open to learning more dances with you.

۪ ׂ ˖ DUST

"No."

— He is a firm no at first.

— He just does not see the point in dancing. To him, it was stupid. It made others look stupid, and he wasn't about to make a fool out of himself.

— But if you gave him a sad look, he'd sigh before quietly agreeing for a few minutes of dancing with you.

— Don't expect his dancing to be any good. His thoughts are screaming that he's pathetic for doing something like this, and he hasn't danced in years.

— He would be really tense during the whole dance. His hands would slightly tremble and he wouldn't look at you at all.

— Whenever you decide to end the dance, he'd just mumble an apology before teleporting somewhere.

۪ ׂ ˖ CROSS

— You want to dance? With him?

— You'd have to give him a minute to answer because he'd be really flustered, but even when he did give you an answer, it was just a firm nod while he was looking away with his arms crossed.

— He would actually be a good dancer, but he's better at doing a waltz or simple dances rather than the ones with energy.

— Any time he had to move his hand for proper placement, he'd question if you were alright with him holding you there, and he'd get embarrassed when you'd laugh and tell him it was fine.

— He would like it when you got really close and let him wrap his arm around your waist, for it allowed him to just look at you for a bit before eventually pulling back to continue the dance.

— He might stumble a few times, but only because he would get distracted by you while dancing.

— In the middle of the dance, he would stammer out a compliment.

"You...You're a good dancer..."

— If you tell him that he is, too, there would be a flush on his face, but he would start to become more confident with the dance.

— Whenever the dance ends, he would ask if you would be alright with maybe dancing again later.

— He just wants to dance with you again because he enjoyed how close you were.

۪ ׂ ˖ EPIC

— You're not even able to finish asking if he wants to dance, for he's grabbing your hand and spinning you around before dipping you.

— He'd look down at you and wink with a rose between his teeth—where did the rose come from? You'll likely never know.

— Considering how Epic is, he wouldn't dance a slow waltz or whatnot. He's a flirty skeleton with energy, and that would be shown in his dancing.

— You're going to be dipped more times than you can count, and you'll be spun so much that if he were to let go of you, you'd likely stumble onto the ground.

— It's charming, though—how much you can tell he's enjoying the dance.

— He will end any dance you both do with him picking you up, spinning around for a few seconds, and then putting you back down before getting on his knee and pulling out a candy ring.

"oh yeah, i guess so" he shrugs, kicking a pile of discarded clothes out of the way and into the nearby corner , hopefully managing to do so before they reached your line of sight. its clear he hadn't really put much thought into socializing with them before. not that he wasn't into making new friends, he is, but it's hard to make time for another friendships when his extra-curricular activities take up so much time, then again is that what superman would do?

despite what people might say, clark is trying, but protecting metropolis isn't as easy as it looks in the books he has stacked up in his room, but it's even harder when you have to maintain a new job, in a new universe, with the weight of everyone's opinions on your back. plus he has you, a very welcome distraction to the chaos, and that has to count for something.

the day he met you clark couldn't tell if he is the luckiest or the unluckiest man in metropolis. yes, he was late to work again, and he could without a doubt toss the pipe dream of becoming employee of the month in the trash (no thanks to the small time robbery he had to stop on the way to work this morning), but thanks to all the disconcertion he managed to crash into you. literally. knocking his new phone (now featuring a brand new crack in the screen. great.), along side the issues you picked up from the very place he was running late to, onto the sidewalk.

ordinarily this would be the cherry on top of the shitty cake he'd been handed this morning, missing out on the opportunity he'd been longing for since he got the job and cracking his phone, but without it'd he'd never have run into you. the girl of his dreams who crash landed (ran into him) outside the job of his dreams, now he had to figure out a way to keep from fucking this up too. "they totally mischaracterized him in issue #38" nailed it. he had in fact not nailed it, instead his throwaway comment, sparked a heated debate between the two of you, which surprise!, made him even later to work, but somehow lead to the two of you trading information. his day really was turning around. maybe there was a chance he wasn't too late to get employee of the month.

"you're late. again" his employer said with crossed arms, guess not.

"it's nice clark," you assure, cutting his daydream short, snapping his attention back to you. "could do with some bedsheets though."

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bedsheets? clark didn't need a bedsheets he was going to be superman, plus you don't seem to care about the lack of bedsheets not that he's got you under him. taking his every inch of his dick so well. "fuck- just like that" he encourages dexterous fingers crawling down between your bodies pressing steady pressure to your oversensitive bundle of nerves. "a-and in the next issue the klingon's…" he moans, breath tickling the shell of your ear, hips momentarily stuttering when you tighten around him again. pussy fluttering deliciously around his cock while he goes on about something you didn't quite hear. your eyes watering as he fucks you through your third? fourth? orgasm you've lost count at this point.

"'s too much" you whine, tears steadily streaming down your cheeks, as you clawing at his back. clark, who's hell bent on talking you ear off as if he's not currently fucking your brains out, continues to thrust into you. paying your pleas no mind,

his swollen head perfectly angled to hit that sensitive spot buried into your weeping cunt. pressing a kiss to your cervix with every thrust. "just one more for me, yeah?" he shushes you pressing his lips to your teary cheeks before continuing on with his detailed explanation.

it's not like you could argue, you're too far gone, eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he sloppily pounds into you. thick fingers holding your thighs apart so he can watch his cock disappear into your weeping folds. the symphony of your sweet sounds fill the room, loud enough you're sure his overzealous neighbors could hear.

not that you care, despite the embarrassment you'll surely feel if you were to run into the chatty pair on your way home later. but you aren't, not when his branded chest brushes against your sensitive nipples with every unhurried thrust and he has his lips pressed to your neck. sucking and biting at your flesh.

you're close again he can feel it when you tighten around him again. "mmf-fuck, clark" you breathe, fingers scratching at his back as he adjusts his hips pressing his cock right against that sensitive spot inside of you. your pretty cunt sucking him in, as you desperately paw at his back, and this time clark's not far behind. his ramblings momentarily come to a pause as he focuses all this attention on chasing the high that's steadily building.

with one last push of his hips you're cumming hard. squeezing him tight, and milking him for everything he's worth. clark floods your sweet cunt with his sticky cum. watches your shared mess ooze out from between your folds and spill onto the mattress before he collapses on top of you.

"you're such a dork" your murmur into his skin after taking a few minutes to catch your breath. his cock twitches in response, like the little jab stirred him back to life. "clark!" you squeak when he rolls his hips once again.

"one more?"