Clark's husband

sorry babes but I only write for bottom reader

[clarks-boytoy]

Who I write for:

These will expand in the future, the more series and movies I watch. I also write for just the actors, like no character just them.

Requests are closed (I don't write top reader, sry) I basically write anything, though I don't write ftm sorry, I don't feel comfortable with it, however, smut, fluff, angst or whatever is on the table.

There were some requests previously, but tumblr didn't want me answering them cause it did not want to get into my drafts, sorry for that. You can also request other characters or people not here, and I'll look into them.

Marvel/MCU

Chris Evans

•Steve Rogers

•Johnny Storm

Sebastian Stan

•James Buchanan Barnes

All three spiderman

•Tom Holland

•Andrew Garfield

•Toby Maguire

Moon Knight (Oscar Isaac)

•Steven Grant

•Marc Spector

•Jake Lockley

Charlie Cox

•Matthew Michael Murdock (DareDevil)

Robert Downey Jr.

•Tony Stark

Joseph Quinn

•Johnny Storm

Pedro Pascal

•Reed Richards

DC/DCU

David Corenswet

•Clark Kent (Superman 2025)

Formula 1

•Charles Leclerc

•Oscar Piastri

•Carlos Sainz

•Alex Albon

•George Russel

•Pierre Gasly

•Oliver Bearman

•Kimi Antonelli

•Franco Colapinto

[clarks-boytoy]

Omg, my tumblr was bugging, logged me out and wouldn't let me log back in. I'll be able to post stuff now :D

[clarks-boytoy]

/*over the phone.

Y/n: Matt, something happened.

Matt: What did you do?

Y/n: Remember that Braile story book thing I got you for our annniversary last year?

Matt: Yea?

Y/n: I accidentally... Threw it out.

Matt: *sighing* Why?

Y/n: I forgot you were...

Matt: You're still the man I love, I swear.

Y/n: I'll get you a new one.

Matt: No need, I'll just read the normal ones.

Y/n: Maybe I did throw it on purpose.

Matt: Maybe I can finally read 50 shades of grey.

/*Y/n hangs up.

[clarks-boytoy]

Clark Kent x Alzhiemer's! Male Reader

Still me. Still yours.

Summary: Time is fleeting, so is Y/n's memories. But Clark will stick by his side, reminding him of everything that he has forgotten...

I watched "Still Alice" and it was a masterpiece, it's about a woman who has early on set Alzheimer's. Again, it's fiction, sorry if some things aren't accurate.

I'll proofread this another time, I am currently busy with other stuff. So hopefully it is still kinda comprehensible?

Warning: Reader has Alzheimer's

Fluff

"How did Martha make your suit?"

"Well."

Clark started, he looked down at the man on his chest with adoration, his smile was way too bright.

"It's actually my blankets from when I first landed on earth-"

"I know that part, I meant, how did she weave it? Sew it?"

"I'm not following."

"You're blankets were indestructible were they not?"

The man finally looked up at Clark, the setting sun casting a golden orange glow on his face, making his look ethereal. It really brought out the color of his eyes.

"Yea?"

Clark couldn't wipe off the smile on his face even if someone punched him. His hand ran through the other man's windswept hair, feeling every strand running smoothly.

"How did Martha repurpose them? How did she cut them? Or-"

"I used my heat vision."

"I- didn't think of that."

The other man became silent as he leaned more on Clark. Which only made Clark chuckle at his antics. No matter how many times Y/n asked questions or spoke, he would never get mad or annoyed, how could he when Y/n is so cute when he's curious.

"We should probably fix our stuff, twilight is coming."

"Then let's wait for twilight, we have all the time in the world."

"Fine, but only because you are cute, and I love you."

"Gee, Clark, what a surprise."

That earned a light chuckle from the Kryptonian. They both stared at the setting sun, silence rained as the wind rustled the leaves of the tree they were leaning on. Jeff and Krypto were sleeping soundly as they cuddled up together.

"Clark?"

Y/n looked up at him as he asked.

"Hmm?"

"Do you know how we met?"

Clark gave him a sad smile.

"Of course."

"Can you tell me?"

"Of course, sweetheart, I'll tell you everything, right from the start and to how we got here."

He leaned down and kissed Y/n's forehead, he could feel the tears threatening to fall.

——

"Krypto, stop."

Y/n heard a gentle voice call out, it was the kind that made you look up just to get a look at who it belonged to.

"KRYPTO."

This time he shouted, his voice was deep, Y/n liked deep voices, and tall guys, especially ones who wore glasses, muscular, and was now approaching him.

"I am so so sorry."

The man said as he stood in front of him.

"Hm? For what?"

Y/n asked oblivious to the mess that Krypto made out of his food. He was too busy looking at the God in front of him.

"For the dog."

The man motioned at the dog in question, who was happily tearing through containers to get to the food.

"It's okay."

He really couldn't be bothered.

"Clark."

The man reached out his hand.

"I- I'm not Clark, sor-"

The man only laughed at how lost he was.

"No, I'm Clark."

"Ow yea, yea, of course, I mean why would I be Clark, that's certainly not my name."

Y/n rambled on but he was pulled out by the same gentle laughter.

"What's your name?"

"Ow ah, yea I'm uhh, Y/n."

Y/n finally took the out stretched hand, it was rough and calloused but still gentle.

"What are you doing here? Mind if I sit?"

Clark asked as he withdrew his hand and pointed to beside Y/n.

"Sure, I don't mind."

"So why are you here?"

Clark sat down beside him, the two of them leaned against the tree, the sun shined a golden orange hue as the wind rustled the leaves above them.

"My dog, loves it here, there's a little pond nearby and he just swims around in it, he knows where I am so he just comes here after he's done."

"What breed is he?"

"Fish."

"Hm?"

Clark gave him a confused smile.

"Hm?"

"Fish?"

"Ow uhh yea, He's a uh, Landshark, I uhmm rescued him."

"That's... Something."

Clark smiled at him, his dimples showing.

"What do you do for work, Y/n?"

"I- I uhmm work... At- I'm an artist."

"That's nice..."

Clark stared at the setting sun, admiring the golden hues. But Y/n, he was distracted, his previous drawing now scrapped. He stared at Clark, his physique, his hair, his blue eyes, his complexion as the sun hit his skin, he was perfect. And Y/n needed to capture that on canvas, he looked at Clark from time to time, drawing what he can to the best of his abilities, afterall, perfection shouldn't be ruined by incompetence.

Half an hour has passed, the sun has sunk under the horizon, twilight came. Painting the sky in shades of purple, pink, and grey.

"Are you done?"

Clark asked as he looked at Y/n.

"With what?"

"Drawing me."

He gave the man a friendly smile.

"Y-you noticed?"

"You keep looking back and forth between me and your little notebook there."

"Sorry."

Y/n sheepishly closed his notebook as he looked down at his feet feeling embarassed.

"It's okay, can I see it?"

Y/n only handed his the notebook. Clark took the opportunity to briefly scan the pages, each one contained colors that complimented each other, drawings that captured emotions. And together, they were a harmonious symphony, dancing together to the sweet melody of life.

"You're beautiful."

"Hm?"

Y/n looked at Clark with surprise as he held Jeff in his arms.

"Hm?"

"You just said I-"

"Ow I- uhh I m- I meant you uhmm art, your drawing, it's beautiful."

This time it was Clark who blushed.

"Th- thank you."

Slowly evening fell as the two engaged in conversations, talking about anything and everything. They didn't want to part ways, but night urged them to do so.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Clark said as he looked at Y/n, the moons gentle glow contrasted with his soft features. The glasses he wore, slightly askew, reflected the moon in them.

"Hm?"

"Nothing."

Clark smiled as he went back to looking at the moon.

"I- I have to go."

The words evoked disappointment and sadness in Clark.

"Y- yea, I should go too."

Clark helped Y/n pack up, getting the tupperwares that Krypto destroyed.

"Where should I put these? Sorry for the trouble, I'll get you new ones."

"They are in pieces, Clark, where do you want to put them? In my bag?"

Clark only laughed at his snarky remark.

"Littering is bad for the environment."

He playfully jabbed at the other man.

"Just leave it."

"Fine, but if you get karma, don't blame me."

They made their way out of the fields, even though the moon was shining brightly in the sky, it was just too dark to see. And Y/n, being scared of everything, took Clark's hand in his, gripping tight.

"We're in this stage now?"

Clark joked, but he didn't let go of Y/n's hand. Krypto barked trying to ge their attention.

"What is it now?"

Clark rolled his eyes at the dog, who ignored him.

"He seems to have an attitude."

"Gets it from his owner."

"He's not yours?"

"He's my cousin's, she just went somewhere, and now I'm stuck taking care of him for a while."

"hmm."

They walked for a few more minutes and finally reached the trail out of the place.

"I guess this is where is part ways?"

Clark said disappointedly.

"Thanks for accompanying me."

Y/n replied, he still didn't let go of Clark's hand.

"Likewise."

"M- maybe we could do this again, s-sometime? O-only if you uhh want to?"

"I wouldn't mind, having a cute guy like you beside me is always nice."

Clark teased him. Y/n took out a small peace of paper. He finally lets go of Clark's hand as he took out a pen, and wrote something on the paper and handed it to Clark.

"My number."

"Golly, I didn't even have to woo that much."

"Just take it."

Clark pocketed the paper. And they just stood there, reluctant on leaving the other.

"Do you have a ride?"

Clark asked, hoping he would say no.

"I brought my car."

"Ow."

Clark was once again, disappointed. But not for long, in his moment of sorrow, a gentle kiss was placed on his cheek. Instantly cheering him up and making him smile brightly.

"Gosh."

He blushed as he looked at the other man's back as he made his way to his car.

"See you soon?"

He shouted at the man.

"See you soon, Clark."

——

"And then after that afternoon, I just fell harder with you, each day that passed. I went home that night smiling like a fool, I couldn't even sleep, it took me staying up until 3am for me to get too tired to stay awake."

Clark gave a gentle kiss to the top of Y/n's hair, earning a childish giggle from the man.

"I called you every time I had the chance to, I just liked hearing your voice and hearing about what you were doing. Most of the time it was windy."

Clark's hand combed through Y/n's hair, pushing it back.

"And I could hear Jeff messing with you, I kept hearing his little growls and Mrrrrs."

Clark laughed at the memory.

"We went on many more dates after that, our first one was the most memorable. It was a complete disaster but we just laughed it off."

——

"Hey, uhm, do you maybe wanna go on a date?"

"Right now?"

"No, Y/n, maybe like next tuesday? 7pm?"

"Ow, yea, of course, sure, yea I would love to."

"Great, see you then."

Clark hung up the call, his heart was pounding and he was grinning like an idiot, which of course didn't go unnoticed by Lois' ever watchful eyes.

"Who was that?"

She asked Clark as she approached him.

"Who?"

He placed his phone on his desk.

"Don't act dumb, Clark."

"Fine, just... Someone I met."

"Date?"

He nodded in defeat.

"I won't pry, I just want to know how you two met."

Clark smiled as he went on a spiel about how they met, casually sneaking in compliments and exaggerations.

"Okay, I get it, you love him."

"I like him, I think it's too early to say I love him."

"With the way you worship him, safe to say you fell deep, Kent, you basically just introduced him as a God."

Clark smiled sheepishly at the realization.

"But it's going to be our first date, maybe he won't like me after that. Maybe he just liked me at the moment, or maybe he felt bad-"

"Clark, he drew you, he kept staring at you, and he held your hand. Safe to say he also likes you."

She just laughed at his overthinking.

"He'll love you, Kent, don't worry about it."

She walked away still laughing.

"Really soothes my anxiety, thanks."

--

"Hey, you ready? I'll be there in 5 minutes."

"Yea, I'm ready, where are we going?"

"That's a surprise, honey."

"Stop calling me that."

"Why? It suits you, you're sweet."

"Haha."

"Why shouldn't I call you honey?"

"Makes me feel weird?"

"Bad way?"

"Uhhh, good way."

Y/n's voice slowly faded.

"You're too cute, I'm outside your door, I'll hang up now, so get out, bye."

"Bye."

Clark nervously stood in front of the door, he pocketed his phone. But now he's fiddling with his finger, he was sweating a little bit now, he was becoming self conscious frantically fixing his hair, he only stopped when the door opened. His eyes landed on the man in front of him.

"Y- you uhmm, look stunning."

He was frozen in place.

"Th- thanks, you too."

And Jeff became curious, he stood beside Y/nnto see who it was. But immediately lost interest as Krypto wasn't present.

"Jeff, I'll be back later, you know how live alone, bye."

Y/n told Jeff who was now laying on the couch.

Y/n walked out of the house and closed the door.

"Where are we going?"

He asked Clark who only smiled at him.

"You'll know when we get there."

——

"You were holding my hand the whole way to the restaurant, and m heart was beating so fast. I was actually sweating, under my shirt too."

Clark continued, his voice was now softer, still deep, but it was soothing. Twilight was peeking from the horizon, purple and pink hues tinted the sky in a beautiful symphony of colours.

"When we got to the restaurant, I accidentally booked it for the next tuesday. It was kind of embarassing, but hearing you laugh and seeing you smile at the cost of my dignity. It was worth it."

"What did we do after?"

"Well, you suggested getting ice cream instead, but I told you no, and you pouted and became all sad and stuff. So I caved, we got ice cream before dinner."

"W- what flavour did I get?"

Y/n looked up at Clark with a questioning smile.

"You're favourite is cookies and cream."

"Is it?"

"It is."

Clark gently booped Y/n's nose with his finger. Earning a giggle from the man.

"What happened after? Did we eat?"

"You saw the arcade was still open, so you pulled me with you. We played that basketball game, I got you that little stitch plushie keychain from the claw machine."

Clark pointed at the bad with the said Stitch plushie hanging on one of the zippers.

"You were the one who got it for me? I thought it was uhmm someone else? Yea, someone else..."

Clark smiled sadly, a slight pang of pain hit his heart. 'He's forgetting too quickly...' clark thought to himself as Y/n fiddled with his glasses and sleeves, aimlessly wiping at the imaginary stain on the lenses.

"You need to wear that, Y/n, so you can see better."

"Ow... Okay."

He slowly put the glasses on his face. He looked at Clark... It was painfully beautiful...

"Do you want to hear more?"

"H- hear what? I'm sorry."

"I was telling you... Uhm-"

Clark was cut off as his chest tightened.

"I was telling you about us, our first date..."

"Ow, okay, what happened?"

"Well... We played in the arcade..."

Clark was now slightly sniffling as he held Y/n tighter. Afraid that once he loosens his grip... Y/n will forget him too...

"We ate ice cream, and then afterward... We uhh, we ate at a diner..."

Clark gave a broken chuckle as he felt tears flowing down his cheeks. He wiped them off before Y/n could look at him.

"Because I accidentally booked us for next week at the restaurant."

Y/n laughed, making Clark smile as he looked up at the night sky. Silhouettes of the leave above covered the stars.

"Yea, it was funny."

"It's night now, Y/n, do you wanna go home?"

"I like it here... It's calm."

"Okay, let's stay here for a bit more."

At that time, the pets woke up, they walked towards the two men. Y/n gently pets Jeff, like an unknown animal.

"He's cute."

Clark looked at where Y/n was looking at.

"He is..."

"Can I keep him?"

"Of course, Honey, of course you can."

A sob escaped Clark lips.

"A- Are you crying? Did I do something?"

"N- No, it's just allergies."

"Okay."

Y/n laid his head back on Clark'a chest.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Do you want to live?"

"Yes, I- I do, why?"

"Nothing."

They both stared at the moon, it's glow casting a gentle light on Y/n's face. Making him look ethereal, like an elf from those stories.

"The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

"It is very beautiful, Mister."

--

[clarks-boytoy]

Could I request a gangbang smut fic?

I've done a fivesome before, so you may. Depending on who the characters are though, there's a "who I write for" post on my blog, you could use that as a guide, although I am open to new characters. So shoot.

[clarks-boytoy]

Could you write something about Superman in Injustice (or Injustice 2) with a male reader? Maybe the reader is on Batman's side, not as a hero but as a civilian. I don't really have a plot in mind, I just love angst uwu 👉👈

Aight, but I haven't watched the movie yet, so gimme some time. Imma make it super angst-y

[clarks-boytoy]

Clark Kent x Villain! Male Reader

Let the feast begin!

Pt. 1, 2, 3

Summary: He's slipping with each night he spends with his beloved, but oh God does he want more. This was the day, Clark Kent, abandons his humanity and becomes an agent of pain and pleasure. But it's just a race between evil and good, first to get to Superman, wins.

Third installment, this just here for smut and a bit of plot, I contemplated whether to finish the smut at the end, because I wanted to put two smut scenes here. But thought that I will do a 4th or maybe even a 5th part. Depends on how the plot develops. I will be exploring more of the bdsm on the next parts.

I am working on both Matt Murdock x villain reader and priest reader, don't know when I will finish them though. I just lost motivation to make them.

Warning: Smut, blood play, bdsm, and everything in between.

"Clark? honey? Are you dating your boss, Mr. L/n? It hasn't even been a week since you and Lois broke up. Is everything okay?"

Clark's phone laid on the bedside table, the answered call being ignored.

"Clark?"

His mother's voice worriedly called out to her son.

But her son ignored her even though he was fully awake. Breathing heavily as the other man on top of him left bruises and marks on his neck.

"You might've just answered this by accident and you are probably busy, we will call you again later, okay?"

She hung up the phone.

"Why didn't you answer her, Clark?"

His lips moved up from Clark's neck and onto his mouth, his sinful tongue playing with Clark's. Clark tried to answer but the other man was persistent, and hungry.

"Stop talking."

Clark pulled him off by his hair, their eyes stared into each other, dilated and filled with lust.

"But I thought you liked it, when I did? Especially when I moan out your name."

"You're leaving too many marks on me, hun. It will be a struggle to hide them."

"Then don't, those bitches in the office need to know you're claimed. That you already belong to someone."

Clark smiled at him.

"You're very possessive, darling."

Clark's hands roamed the sides of Y/n's body. Rough hands caressing delicate soft skin.

"I don't want anyone stealing what's mine, is all."

"You already have me hooked on you, Y/n, last thing I'm doing is leaving you, especially after I claimed you myself."

Clark pulled him down, burying his head in Y/n's neck, leaving his own marks and bruises.

"Fuck, yes, show them, baby, show them I'm yours. I want your scent on me, I want your sweat, your cum."

"Patience."

"I want everything you can give me, Clark."

Y/n's moans were the only thing echoing inside the dark room. Morning had come 2 hours ago, but their lust didn't go. Even after chasing pleasure and climaxing the whole night, it was never enough, especially for Y/n. He didn't want to let the Kryptonian go, he didn't want Clark away from him. He knew, the moment he left Clark alone, is the moment it will come crumbling down.

"Your blood still tastes amazing, baby."

Clark mumbled into the neck he bit, blood flowed from the side of his lips as he sucked on the wound like a vampire.

"Fuck, Clark."

Y/n breathed out, his hands were still tied behind his back, he was at the complete mercy of Superman.

"Yea, keep saying my name, let me hear you sing, my love."

Clark bit harder this time, making Y/n scream in pain and pleasure. Y/n's screams of agony fueled Clark like an engine, his hips started moving up, grinding his hardening cock against the other man's taint.

"Fuck, Clark, more, p- please, I- I need you, I need more, fuck."

Y/n cried out in between heavy breathings, his wrists now redder than previously as his struggles caused the leather belt to roughly scrape against his skin.

"You're fucking, ecstacy, darling. You smell and taste amazing."

Clark finally pulled back, his smiling face looked at Y/n's dazed and pleasure filled eyes. Fresh blood still flowing down Y/n's neck landing on Clark's cheek and neck.

"You're fucking exquisite, like aged red wine. Does my good boy want to get fucked by his daddy?"

Clark whispered against Y/n's lips, he bombarded the other man with pleasure, not letting him rest for a second.

Y/n simply nodded, his mind elsewhere.

"Words, I need words."

One of Clark's hands wiped the blood from his cheek, sliding the blood covered fingers into Y/n mouth.

"Speak, Y/n, it's taking a lot in me right now to not just break this bed from fucking you."

Y/n mumbled out a rough yes as he continued licking and sucking Clark's fingers.

"Good boy, wasn't so hard was it, sugar?"

Clark was on the verge of losing control, his precum was already running down Y/n's taint.

And without a moment wasted, he snapped the belt tying Y/n's hands together.

"I knew you were strong, but not that strong."

All that wait I had to endure was fucking worth it, this piece of meat is mine. Must've been starving, poor Kal.

"I am struggling to control myself right now, Y/n, only talk when I ask you."

With one swift motion, Clark now hovered on top of Y/n, his muscular physique basically covered Y/n. His precum oozing cock rests just at Y/n swollen entrance. He engulfed Y/n's lips in his, their tongues dancing a lustful rhythm, he slowly entered the smaller man, making him squirm and makes sounds of pain. Which Clark immediately contained, Clark's hands held his hips tight, he felt like Clark was about to crush his bones. It would certainly leave marks... And he wanted it to.

Clark pulled back, admiring the mess under him, it gave him pride knowing he was the cause. Y/n's arms wrapped around Clark's neck, trying to pull him back.

"Fuck, you're still so tight."

"You're just that big, Cla-"

A hand slapped Y/n's cheek, hard enough for it to immediately start to redden.

"Shut the fuck up, I didn't ask for your input."

Clark began fucking him, the familiar motion brought indescribable pleasure into their beings. Like they needed to have sex every second of every day.

"Talk out of order again, and I will do worse."

"Don't threaten me with a go-"

Another slap rang in the room, Y/n hissed, the sharp pain making him hornier.

"Fuck, again, please."

"You don't tell me what to do, whore."

Clark was losing himself, slowly but surely, and he knows, he knows it very much. But he can't stop, not when this feels like fucking heaven.

"Yes, fuck, yes I am your whore, Clark."

And that just fueled the Kryptonian further, his thrusts became harder and faster, he was chasing his high. He wants it, he needs it, he needs to feel that euphoria of cumming inside the man below him, feeling him squirm as he gets filled up by Clark.

Sweat dripped down their bodies, stinging the open wound on Y/n's neck, making him hiss. Clark noticed, and of course, he wanted more. He dived back into Y/n's neck, missing the taste of his blood, he needs it, he needs Y/n's screams of pain and pleasure, it's his fuel, it's his motivation to keep fucking the living shit of the man.

"Clark, p- please, h-hurts."

"I don't give a fuck, Y/n, you will take it and everything I give you, and you will fucking like it, understand?"

Clark mumbled into Y/n's neck as he bit h harder, his teeth sinking deeper into flesh, he was losing control. He greedily drank the blood that spilled from the bite, his nails digging into Y/n's hips, he could feel the bones... He was going to break them.

"Cl- Clark, fuck, fuck fuck, please haaa."

Y/n wanted to say something, nothing but nonsense came out of his mouth, he was breaking, he wants to stop. He was getting overwhelmed at his own game, everything hurts, but it's so fucking delicious. His hands moved to Clark's back, his nails leaving red marks on his skin.

"Fuck, you're fucking delicious, Y/n."

His thrusts became erratic, he was close, he was so close... But he stopped, he ceased his thrusting, but his mouth still worked wonders. He was sweating bullets and he was panting, blood spilled from his lips and onto the sheets, staining them with dark crimson.

"Why'd you stop, Clark, please."

"I get tired too, baby, I'm sorry."

He pulled back from Y/n's neck, and his thrusting continued, he caught his breath and went faster. Chasing that high he was so close to, he was getting it and he will spill inside Y/n like many times in the previous night. His mouth found Y/n's, the metallic taste of blood lingered on their tongues, Clark was panting into the other man's mouth, he was very close. And one more thrust later, he came, he spilled his hot white seed inside Y/n, painting the pink walls white with his batter, and it felt divine. He wanted more, needed more, but his body was on the verge of giving up, he was tired, too tired.

He collapsed on top of the smaller man, Y/n's thighs were shaking and he was drooling from the intensity of their union. He came shortly after Clark, his seeds laid between both of their bellies.

"Cl- Clark."

Y/n soft voice spoke up, pulling the man out of his stupor.

"2 hours have passed, we won't be able to make it to work. My legs, th- they are gone, I can't feel them."

Clark chuckled as he sucked on the still open wound on Y/n's neck, hoping it will revitalize him enough for another round. He needed to, he needed to fuck Y/n, again, and again, and again, he can't stop. But alas, fatigue consumed him, his eyes closed and sleep lulled him into slumber.

"I'm not letting you go, Clark."

Was the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness.

--

It was evening when they finally woke up, still in the same position, the room smelled of sweat and sex. Clark woke up first, he tried to detach from Y/n and hissed as he did, his now soft cock was still inside of the other man.

"Y/n, baby."

He whispered, giving soft kisses to Y/n's jaw.

"It's 6pm, we haven't eaten anything yet."

He glanced at the clock above the mirror.

"Wake up, Y/n."

The other man was still dead to the world, but he got an idea. He remembered the bites he left on Y/n's neck. He bit on one of them again, the pain instantly waking up the sleeping man. But he didn't stop, he drank more blood.

"Clark, I'm gonna run out of blood or something."

Y/n's hand went up to Clark's hair, it was stiff and greasy.

"We need to shower."

They managed to sit on the edge of the bed, Clark was worried Y/n won't be able to walk... And he was right, the moment Y/n stood up, he instantly fell on the floor.

"Careful, I'm still going to fuck you tonight, don't want my favourite toy to break."

Clark helped him up and carried him to the bathroom bridal style.

"How horny are you?"

"The most me and Lois ever did was removing our shirts."

"Do I satisfy you, then?"

"More than you know."

Clark puts Y/n down on the tub and turned on the water.

"Let's get cleaned up, the room and bed smell like a strip club bathroom."

"Didn't know our resident boyscout went to strip clubs."

"I don't, I just assumed."

--

Clark became very distant, he wouldn't talk to anyone. Their resident farm boy, the kindest and most caring of all... He... He is slowly turning into a monster. He was losing himself in the bliss called Y/n, and soon, he will be a hollow husk of his once glorious self.

"Clark."

Lois called out his name beside him, earning no response whatsoever.

"Clark, what's happening?"

Jimmy joined Lois beside him.

"Clark, we are still your friends... And we are getting worried, you're not your usual self. Your mother has been calling me because you don't answer her calls anymore."

Lois tried to get his attention, but he was like a zombie. He's... Lost...

"Clark."

Jimmy shook his shoulders this time, he turned to face them, his eyes lost their spark.

"What?"

His voice is monotonous, lifeless.

"We're worried about you... This is no longer about us breaking up, but you destroying yourself. Why? Why are you doing this Clark? What happened?"

"Nothing happened, I simply followed what my mind told me."

"Clark..."

This time it was Jimmy, he looked at the bigger man with pity.

"You're harming yourself, and you aren't telling us why."

Jimmy placed his hand on Clark's shoulder, trying to ground him. But to everyone's dismay, he quickly grabbed Jimmy's hand, holding it too tight, causing the other man to groan in pain.

"You don't get to touch me, Jimmy, not. any. more."

His voice was laced with danger. He stood up and towered over him, his hold became tighter. At this point Jimmy's thumb would be dislocated.

"Clark, stop, what the fuck are you doing?"

Lois tried to shove him away but to no avail. He only glared at her, and at that moment, her eyes fell on somewhere else. The bruises on his neck.

"Mr. Kent, Mr. Olsen, and Ms. Lane, is everything alright?"

Y/n's voice was laced with concern for his employees who were congregating beside his beloved.

"We were just concerned about our friend, Mr. L/n."

Clark immediately lets go of Jimmy's hand, while Lois answered him with suspicion, he seemed to play a part in Clark's current situation. The way Clark lit up when he saw Y/n didn't go unnoticed, Lois was sure of it, he had something to do with it. If the bruises on Clark's neck is anything to go off of.

"It's best to get back to work, maybe Mr. Kent is going through something. Sooner or later he will open up as to what his current predicament is, all you have to do is give him time."

Wise words spoken like he knew exactly what was happening.

"Playing Hero for someone who doesn't want it is a fruitless endeavor, isn't it, Ms. Lane?"

His gaze burned through her, and his message was clear. But in that moment, she also noticed a similar bruise on Y/n's neck, more like bite wounds though...

--

"Terrific, I'm sure you know what is going on with Clark?"

Lois walked into the hall of justice.

"He has been acting weird, he managed to go off my grid."

Terrific replied as he turned around in his chair.

"Do you know who was the one stealing Luthorcorp techs?"

"We have an idea, but Constantine is a pain in the ass and he's not answering his phone."

"That's because I was trapped, Lad."

Constantine's voice was hoarse as he barged into the building.

"Took your sweet ass time."

"If you can get out of shackles made out of nth metal in a day, be my guest."

"How did you even get out?"

Kendra asked in amazement.

"Divine intervention."

John only smiled at her.

"What happened?"

"No he just set me free."

They all rolled their eyes at his antics.

Lois looked at him with suspicion.

"I made a contract, he killed the demons I sold my soul to, now he owns it."

He sheds his coat.

"My contract with that thing is a complicated one, That demon is smart and very tricky, do you have water?"

He sat down on the couch beside Guy.

"You smell, go take a shower or something."

Guy commented as he got up and stood beside Terrific.

"Tell us what you can, John, we can probably figure out the rest."

"Doubt that, but well, firstly, he's a ticking time bomb, the stronger the person of obsession is, the stronger he becomes as well."

Kendra gave him a glass of water which he downed in one go.

"Ahhh, that's bloody fantastic."

He put down the glass on the table.

"Can we get some helpful information?"

Guy leaned on another table.

"I would love to give more, but I'm bound by an ancient demon. The moment I break the contract, I will be dragged down to hell in the blink of an eye."

"Do you know where Doctor Fate is?"

"Ow him? That old twit has been defeated, Nabu won't be able to help us, unless we help him first, and as of right now. I have not a clue as to where his helmet is."

"What do you mean by defeated?"

"Not in the stronger than him way, cause, let's be honest, probably the only demon that can kill Fate is Trigon or something. He just managed to trick him, is all, nevertheless, a being more cunning than Nabu? That's trouble."

"How does this connect to everything?"

Guy asked.

"You're brain is still as smooth as the hair cut, I see."

John chuckled at him.

"hahahaha."

Guy laughed dryly.

"Can't you find a way around your contract? You've done it before, I mean you sold your soul to what? 3 different demons?"

"That's true, but he's a right prick he is, sunshine."

"Anything else you want to add?"

"Well, he's a big figure, very influential, and his current victim holds immense power. His words spread like wild fire in the summer, just look out for the big guy who's acting strange."

--

"Fuck, Clark."

Y/n moaned out, his hands gripping Clark's back, his nails digging into the skin. Leaving crescent and red lines.

"You're not sleeping tonight, Y/n."

Clark pulled back from the other man's neck.

"I won't let you."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, baby."

"Who said it will be good? I want you to scream, darling, scream as I rip you apart. I will drink your blood while you writhe in agony."

"Who could've guessed, our farm boy is a sadist?"

"Only for you."

There will be blood, there will be pain, there will be pleasure.

--

[clarks-boytoy]

Yes on Father Jud please, the river is dry as hell.

And I hunger for more Father Jud 😫😫😫😫

Mmkie, I already have a plot in mind, idk if I wanna put smut or fluff or angst though. But angst is looking nice rn

[clarks-boytoy]

I kinda wanna write for Father Jud from knives out, but haven't watched the movie yet. Should I write for him after I watch it?

[clarks-boytoy]

Clark Kent x Villain! Male Reader

First Taste

Pt. 1, 2, 3

Summary: Clark's relationship has been broken, and superman is slowly becoming what he swore he would never be. Y/n has been the common factor.

We will get to the smut soon, for now, we will take the crumbs we can. I was legit thinking they just start fucking here, like from the beginning to the end it's just smut. But we need some plot, because the next one is where shit hits the fan.

Warning: Angst

As the days go by, the thief's actions slowly cease, no more Luthorcorp technologies were stolen. The ones he stole, well, they are the Superman killing kind, and with the moment almost ready, first blood will taste sweet.

--

"Clark, you wanna go for dinner later?"

Lois asked her boyfriend with a hand on his shoulder.

"Sure, what time?"

He stood up, looking down at Lois as he took her hand in his. But... There was something or someone... It's not important... Right?

"After work, of course."

She rolled her eyes.

"Of course, how could I forget. But we should go back to work, Perry will get mad... Probably."

He smiled at her and with a sly kiss on her lips, sat back down on his chair.

"After work, Kent, no hold ups."

She ruffled his hair and went back to what she was doing.

--

Time passed and 6pm came, like the cold winter wind knocking at the window. A gentle tap pulled Clark out of his thoughts.

"Earth to Clark, hello?"

Lois' gentle voice brought him back to reality, but what was he thinking about? It's like something is plaguing his mind, and... He's curious.

"Hi."

He smiled up at her, his previously serious demeanor now melted as she took his arm.

"Let's go, come on."

She pulled him towards the elevator and he let her, seeing her smile was everything to Clark, he would burn the whole world if someone took it away from him...

"Ms. Lane?"

A shy voice spoke up from behind them, they turned around to see Y/n, looking like a wet puppy.

"Sir, it is very nice to meet you."

Lois smiled at the other man, after all, they are forced to, his the owner.

"Could you please assist me with something? It requires a keen eye, someone that can spot patterns easily."

She turned her gaze to Clark who was gripping her hand tighter now. Like he knows... The moment he lets her go, something would happen.

"Go ahead, I'll just wait here."

He smiled at her as he let her go, against his better judgement.

"I will just be borrowing her for a bit, Mr. Kent, if you prefer you could also come and help me? Don't want to separate the love birds simply due to a mundane task."

Y/n gave him a smile...

"I'm fine, I can wait right here."

He smiled back... But... Why- why did he not want to go? He swears he wants to go, but it's like something is holding him back... Is it himself? Or someone else?

"Are you sure, Mr. Kent?"

No no no no, I want to go, I want to keep her safe...

"Of course, I can wait, I don't want to be in the way."

Why- why is he- what is happening? These aren't my words.

"Your choice."

Y/n gave him an understanding nod.

"We will just be in Perry's office, you will be able to see us if you move closer."

"It's okay, take your time."

Clark gave one final smile as they walked towards the empty office. But... There was... Someone, he was sure now, it was a someone.

--

A few months passed by like the warm summer air on a windy afternoon. Time was fleeting and so was their relationship, their fights have gotten worse, and superman... He became worse, he became brutal, standing in the grey line of murderer and saviour.

"Clark."

Lois leaned on Clark's desk, but he ignored her.

"Stop being childish, Clark, we need to talk."

He ignored the voice he once yearned to hear every day.

"You can talk, and I'll hear it."

He didn't bother to look up from his monitor.

"But you won't listen, you will just ignore every fucking word coming o-"

"Just talk, Lois, I will listen."

Clark finally looked at Lois with tired eyes.

"You're so fucking childish, fine. This isn't working out-"

"Of course."

Clark's bland reply frustrated Lois further.

"What do you mean by that, Kent?"

She was now shouting.

Y/n heard the commotion, with a silent laugh he made his way towards it.

"Excuse me, could we not shout? It is starting to become a hostile work environment, and I do not want to deal with HR, they are pricks."

Y/n's soft voice broke the tension, Clark's eyes lit up at the sight of the other man.

"I'm sorry sir, w- we were just having a little disagreement."

Lois smiled at her.

"Let's keep our private and professional lives away from each other, okay? Otherwise I will not be so kind next time."

Y/n smiled at them, his eyes lingering on Clark for a moment too long.

"Mr. Kent, I will be needing your assistance, will you be compliant and do as I say, obey my every command? You will be compensated handsomely."

Y/n reached out his hand, a sacred contract waiting to be formed. Clark's hand slowly went to Y/n's waiting one, he felt compelled to take the hand. Like a spell has been cast on him, as his hand came closer to Y/n a dark mist emanated from his out stretched hand. A cold chill ran down Clark's spine, pulling him out of the trance.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I am quite busy."

Clark pulled back his hand and stood up, towering over the other man.

"I am the owner, Mr. Kent, what I say is far more important than anything while you work under me."

Y/n's smile started to falter, his true motive slowly being revealed.

"But I am not obligated to follow your words, sir, my contractual job is more important."

"Okay, Mr. Kent, I will ask more kindly this time. Will you please assist me with some tasks? It requires someone like you."

Y/n's words carried no weight, like he already lost interest with Clark.

"Okay, where is it?"

--

"Clark, it's not working out, I think it's best for us to part ways."

Lois blurted out as soon as Clark got back from helping Y/n.

"Okay."

Clark replied dryly.

"That's it?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Fight for us, Clark."

"Why? You certainly are not fighting for us right now, or is it because I'm the man and by societal standards, I should be the one fighting?"

"That's not what I meant, Clark, you- you just look like you're tired of me, I love you, Clark. But I don't see the man I once fell in love with, you're like a shell of who once were. I mean, they are already saying it's only a matter of time before Superman starts killing."

"I'm just tired in general, Lois, but sure, let's break up."

Clark began packing up his things, ready to retire for the day.

"This isn't going anywhere, goodbye, Clark."

"Goodbye, Lois."

He didn't even bother looking at the woman he once loved, what point is there to gaze upon a starless sky?

--

Clark was the only person left on the floor, or so he thought, until a familiar voice made itself known.

"Clark Kent, what hath happened to thee?"

Clark turned towards the voice, seeing Y/n... But he looked different, he looked tempting. Like his whole being was made to bring out the desire of those who gaze upon him, and Clark is no exception.

"Don't talk to me like that."

Clark slowly made his way into the dark and towards the other man. He was caught.

"How should I talk to you, then, Mr. Kent?"

"Not like that either."

Clark stalked towards him like a starved predator about to pounce on its prey.

"Tell, Clark, tell me what it is that you desire?"

And another spell was cast on him, bringing out his primal desire.

"I want you, Y/n, I want to taste you, I want to hear your moans as you squirm under me. Worship you like the God that you are, I will mark you in more ways than one."

He now stood in front of the other man, his words dripping with lust. While his hands caressed the sides of Y/n's body.

"Everyone will know you belong to me, anyone who hurts you will die by my hands. I will let no harm come to my beloved."

One of Clark's hands went up to Y/n's head, pulling his hair back.

"Would you like that?"

Clark's voice dropped lower.

"Yes."

"Are you going to obey my every command?"

His grip on Y/n's hair tightened, making the other man bite his bottom lip, Clark was going to break.

"Yes."

Clark gave in, crashing their lips together into a heated kiss. Teeth clashed and lips were bitten, Y/n's arms wrapped around Clark's neck pulling him closer. Clark's hands rested Y/n's hips, gripping tight enough to leave marks even through the clothes. Clark happily swallowed Y/n's moans, his tongue taking the opportunity to slip in, their tongues fought for dominance, but of course Clark won effortlessly. He took his sweet victory, exploring every crevice in the other man's mouth, their heads moved and tilted to compliment the other.

"Fuck, I've wanted you for so long, Clark."

Y/n pushed him away, panting as he did, saliva covered their lips. Clark became weak from the kiss, like his power had been dampened.

"I'm not stupid, I know."

But Clark didn't care, he wanted Y/n, he wanted to taste him.

"It's gonna be a long night, Darling, give everyone a day off for tomorrow. Because I will be destroying this office."

Clark said in between kissing Y/n and breathing.

"I already did, baby, fucking ruin me already."

The night was indeed long, and Y/n enjoyed every second of it. He got what he wanted, and he was going to make it last.

--

[clarks-boytoy]

Clark Kent x Villain! Male Reader

Just a taste

Pt. 1, 2, 3

Summary: A new player enters the field, is he a friend or foe? Superman thinks he's an enemy, but He thinks Superman is just fucking delicious.

Who wouldn't love an incubus fic? Right? Either the reader is an incubus, or just a really really horny entity, your choice really. And yes, it is a bit of a slow burn. But at the same time not really?

I was gonna make this like the other one I made, but I wanted to add a little ✨pizzazz✨ I considered putting x Constantine on the title, but John is only for this one, the rest are full blown Clark Kent smutty smut.

On second thought, I might redo this.

Warning: Not really smut, but you know it's there

"This guy is really annoying."

Jimmy complained to Lois as they stared at the newspaper in their hands.

"Who is?"

Clark piped up as he sets his bag on the side of his table.

"What did I miss?"

He placed his cup of coffee on his table as he sat down on his chair.

"This new guy, the one that hates Luthor as much as Luthor hates superman."

Jimmy continued.

"What about him?"

Clark only gave him a questioning look.

"He is literally the hottest topic right now, and if we manage to get and publish any dirt on him, Luthor is willing to pay 10 million dollars."

Lois interjected as she gave her newspaper to Clark.

"That is a lot of money, Luthor must really hate the guy."

Clark reads the article commissioned by Luthor.

"Apparently he stole some Luthorcorp tech, how? No one knows."

Lois replied.

"And we, yes, we all three of us are going get that money."

Jimmy put his hands on their shoulders.

"Maybe superman has info on the guy?"

Lois looked at Clark, and Clark gave her a nervous smile.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"You manage to get these "exclusive" interviews with superman, so surely he has some stuff on the guy."

"He doesn't, nothing at all."

Clark replied way too quickly and handed back the paper.

As they were about to continue with their work, a voice rang in the office.

"Attention: every employee currently working, are to go home immediately, this is not a drill."

Y/n shouted from beside the globe infront of the entrance.

"What?"

Lois asked as Clark only looked at Y/n, he swears he heard this would happen.

"Clark? Clark?"

Lois pulled him out of his thoughts as everyone began packing up.

"All of you are still going to be paid, my dear employees, it's just your owner, which is me. Wants to renovate this floor specifically, so hurry up."

Y/n smiled at the passing employees who gave him weird looks as a man in a brown trenchcoat stood beside him with a cigarette between his lips.

"John, you can't smoke in here."

"Or what? You're gonna bore me to death?"

Clark got more suspicious, however he followed Jimmy and Lois in leaving the building.

"Guess I'll go home now, see you tomorrow."

Clark told them as soon as they left the building and he rushed off before one of them could reply.

--

"What is it that you really want, Y/n?"

"You."

"I am a warlock who plays with demons for a living, that is not a good enough reason for me, sweetheart. Try harder."

John replied as he lit another cigarette.

"Just fuck me already, Constan-TAIN."

"It's Constan-TINE, love."

Y/n pulled John closer by his tie, their lips barely touching.

"I know you want me, John, and I know you'd do anything for me. So be a good boy, and fuck me, okay?"

Y/n stared into John's eyes.

"And what if I don't?"

"Do you really want to find out?"

"No."

John closed the distance, his lips collided with Y/n's, their kiss was not out of love or passion, but purely of lust. Y/n will get what he wants, and John will be his pet.

--

"Okay, what the hell is this guy?"

Jimmy proclaimed as he read the article posted online.

"Who?"

Clark asked.

"Luthor's admirer."

"What does it say?"

Lois chimed in as she looked at the monitor.

"It says he managed to steal another of Luthor's techs."

"Seems normal?"

Lois looked at Jimmy in confusion.

"Luthor dropped the bounty on him."

"What?"

Clark suddenly spoke up.

"Why would he do that? The guy stole from him multiple times."

"Who knows."

Jimmy simply shrugged.

"Does he have a name yet? Not one that Luthor made up, cause that's bound to be a stupid name."

Lois rolled her eyes at her last statement.

"Not yet."

Jimmy scrolled further down the article.

"Do they have any idea what he looks like?"

"Only that he's a guy."

"Whoever he is, he's very good at his job."

Lois went back to what she was doing and so did Jimmy. Only Clark was left to ponder over this mysterious person, if this guy managed to accomplish the feats he did. He's bound to become a threat sooner or later. He must talk to the justice gang.

--

"Superman."

Mr. Terrific spoke up as Clark entered their headquarter.

"Have you guys heard of that guy that keeps stealing from Luthor?"

"That bozo? Please, of course we have, and we just don't care since it's Luthor."

Guy replied.

"I managed to track him for about 3 seconds, during his latest heist, and it is confirmed he used magic."

Terrific pulled up a hologram video of a shadowy figure covered in what seems to be black mist.

"And his type of magic seems to be ancient, far too ancient, we have asked Zatanna Zatara to identify what spell he used. She told us only one person knows what it is, and just so happens to be Doctor Fate."

"Fantastic, what did he say?"

Clark smiled as he sat down on a nearby couch.

"We could not contact him, so we looked for John Constantine. But he has been MIA for a week now, and when we tracked his last whereabouts, it was at the daily planet. With the same type of magic used by the thief."

Terrific's words brought out a memory from Clark, the time when Y/n L/n asked them to leave the building the prior week.

"Do you know anything about it, Clark?"

Hawkgirl pulled him out of his thoughts.

"No, not really, thanks for the info."

Clark left the building in a hurry.

"That man is hiding something, and I don't like being ignorant."

Terrific crossed his arms.

--

"I should've known, I should've bloody known."

"Don't blame yourself too much, Johnny boy, you couldn't have known. You were too blissed out to remember anything."

"And you already have me hooked love, drained me dry."

"Not dry... Just enough to keep you alive."

"What now? Gonna summon your master?"

"Ow, Johnny, I am the master. And you're my pet, which means."

Lips fell on John's neck, sucking, kissing, and licking. Leaving his marks on the man below him.

"When I say, fuck me."

Their mouths found each other, lips were bitten and teeth clashed. Groans were let out and saliva was exchanged.

"You fuck me, okay? You know how I work, right? I just need a little bit more of you, John. And I'll let you go."

John was panting from the kiss and dehydration.

"Because my next meal will be that Kryptonian stud... Fuck, just thinking about him really gets me going, his muscles, just how strong he is, and I just know, he is big in the pants. I can ride him however long and however much I want, and he won't complain..."

"You sick bastard."

"Because... All he needs is..."

Warm breath fanned over John's ear.

"Just a taste."

--

[clarks-boytoy]

Yes please on the Clark Kent x villain m! Reader

Series would be nice, maybe it could be slow burn

Alrighty

[clarks-boytoy]

Would you guys be interested in a

Clark Kent x Villain! Male Reader?

If so, should I make it into a oneshot or a series like the Matt one? It can be dark romance if you guys want. I already made one, just needs a bit of tweaking because I have no direction.

[clarks-boytoy]

Can you do some blurbs? I really like your writing style, there's a bit of comedy but you perfectly transition it to the necessary theme afterwards. Just some funny blurbs would be nice? Like Matt asks the reader for a pen and the reader instinctively throws the pen at him and just hits him in the face.

Matt: Y/n, can you give me a black pen?

Y/n: /*throws the pen at Matt, hitting him on the face and falling to the floor.

Y/n: sorry /*picks up the pen and throws it at Matt again, hitting him in the face again.

Matt: Just tell me you hate me.

Y/n: sorry, it's an instinct. /*Picks up the pen again, but this time gently places it on Matt's hand.

Y/n: For the record, I don't hate you, that's why I'm dating you.

/*Foggy walks in and throws a ball at Matt, and he catches it perfectly.

Y/n: I do hate you, Murdock, I hate you with every fiber of my being, hence why, you are sleeping on the couch tonight.

Matt: It- It was a joke, Y/n, come on.

[clarks-boytoy]

Clark Kent x Male Reader

Soon to be married

Summary: Clark and Y/n get invited to the hellfire gala hosted by Y/n's very own sister, Emma Frost. But Clark had other plans, which led to a rather awkward proposal.

This was not the original ending, because tumblr decided to be a bitch and delete like half of the fic for some fucking reason, so yea, fuck you tumblr. I am also into these now, marrying/husband Clark, so expect more of them

I can't proofread this so sorry for any mistakes, because my phone is scrolling at like 5fps with this fic, but next time I will use another app that is actually not SHIT.

I hate tumblr so much

Fluffy fluff fluff

Reader is a telepath, and Emma Frost's brother.

"Claaarrk?"

Y/n yelled out from where he laid on the couch.

"Yes?"

"Jeff is looking for Krypto, he is asking where he is."

"Kara took back Krypto, said she will give him back next week."

"Jeff is gonna be all grumpy now."

"Mrraaawr Mraa Mrrrr."

An angry Jeff spoke up beside Y/n.

"What did he say, Honey?"

"He said to hurry up with the food or he will thrash the whole place down... And he said Fu-"

"Yes yes, get in here, and set up the plates."

A few moments later, Y/n walked into the kitchen carrying a sad Jeff.

"He just plopped down on my chest."

"Poor thing."

"Maybe we can take care of Krypto as well? Full time? I mean we already have this little guy, and he seems quite lonely without Krypto."

"I don't think Kara will like that, sweetheart."

Clark removed his apron after he put the plates of food on the kitchen Island and sat down beside Y/n.

"He will still be her dog, but we can take care of him while she's off being a drunkard or whatever it is she does, probably already got someone pregnant or something."

"I do not appreciate you talking like that about my cousin, but you aren't wrong either."

Clark replied as he scooped some rice into his mouth.

"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full but here we are, compromise, Clark, come on, ask Kara to leave Krypto in our very capable hands so she can enjoy her life. It will be like divorced parents."

"As much as I love you, she will miss Krypto more times than you think and I do not want to take away the only friend she has."

"Mrraaa~"

Jeff sat down in front of them right as he took the last bite of his food.

"Probably wants water."

Clark noted as he stood up to get water but was stopped by Y/n.

"You did everything in the kitchen, least I can do is get him water."

"You're just lazy and the guilt is beginning to creep up on you."

"I am trying to be a kind person here, Clark."

Y/n stood up and gave Jeff his pitcher and he downed it all in one gulp.

"I will never understand how he manages that."

Clark spoke up with amusement.

"Grrr"

"He thinks you called him fat."

"I- I did not."

"He is fat though."

"Grrrrrrr."

Jeff growled at Y/n ready to jump on him.

"Stop your growling or we'll be having shark fin soup for tomorrow's lunch."

"You're so mean to him, Y/n."

Clark went over to Jeff and picked him up like he's a baby.

"He doesn't mean it little guy."

"Of course I do, fat bitch."

"You're a monster."

Clark turned to Y/n with a playful frown.

"Are you tired?"

Y/n asked Jeff as Jeff got comfortable in Clark's arms.

"That's my spot, you four legged fish."

"Mrrrww~"

Jeff promptly closed his eyes and fell asleep, comfortably tucked between Clark's forearms and chest.

"He needs a shower."

Clark commented.

"And you need to stop babying him, he might think you're his boyfriend instead of mine."

"Y- You're- are you serious?"

Y/n exhaled through his nose.

"You're getting jealous over Jeff? Over your own pet? Over a literal shark with legs?"

"You're making me sound ridiculous."

"Because you are."

"Just put him in bed, me want cuddles."

--

"Hey gaybos, Krypto kept whimpering and pushing me cause he misses his best friend."

Kara crashed into the apartment through the now broken window.

"Karaaaa, I just fixed that yesterday."

Y/n complained.

"Too bad, anyway, where's sharkie boy?"

"Being depressed in bed."

"Jeff is not feeling well... Probably because Krypto was gone. But he should be coming out right now, since he is trying to open the bedroom door."

Clark interjected from behind Y/n, as his arms held the other man close to prevent him from falling off the couch.

"I'm hungry, what did you guys have for lunch."

"There's leftover spaghetti, lasagna, and dog food."

Y/n answered.

"Why would I be interested in dog food?"

"I don't know, arf arf bitch."

"Still a horrible person I see, can't wait 'til you marry into this family so I can beat you."

Kara replied as she made her way to the kitchen, and Krypto flew in from the broken glass just in time as Jeff got out of the bedroom. And they both immediately started playing, wrestling, Jeff showing off the new ball Y/n bought for him.

"Pop that ball and Clark will buy a new one."

Y/n tried to get up to look at the pets playing but Clark held him down.

"Stay, they'll be fine."

Clark whispered against Y/n's nape.

"You're a sap, you know that? Kent?"

"And you love it."

Clark snuggled closer, burying his nose into Y/n's neck and inhaling deeply, his scent bringing him calm. But the moment was ruined when Krypto jumped onto them with Jeff following suit, toppling the couch over. Clark instinctively tightened his hold on Y/n to protect him.

"They'll be fine, but will we?"

Y/n mocked Clark which only earned him a gentle laughter from the bigger man.

"You can let me go now, you know?"

"Nah."

"Clark, they are running around like children who ate sugar."

"They'll get tired, besides, it's their play time."

"Not every time is play time, Clark."

Y/n turned around in Clark's grip so they were now face to face.

"I love you."

Clark stared into Y/n's serene e/c, seemingly lost in the swirls of colors in them.

"I love you too, you big duffus."

Y/n replied with a smile, his eyes left Clark's and went down to his lips.

"You can just kiss me, you know?"

Clark smiled back.

--

The sun rose, painting the room in shades of yellow and orange. Clark lifted his head and with sleepy eyes looked at the time, 6:00AM. With a sigh he forced himself to let go of the man beside him but he got distracted. Y/n, he was beautiful, surreal, ethereal, the sun casted shadows on his cheeks from his lashes. His lips barely open to breath out, his hair, messy yet in order, it looked soft and fluffy perfect for running your fingers through it. He laid beside him, admiring his beauty, not realizing his muse had woken up.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Clark chuckled.

"Sleep good?"

Clark placed a hand on Y/n's cheek, calloused yet gentle. The other man nodded as he leaned more into the hand.

"I'll go make breakfast, and then I'll have to go to work."

"Where's the two idiots?"

"Don't call them that."

Clark kissed Y/n's forehead before getting up.

"Where are they, Clark?"

"Sleeping on the couch."

Clark put on his sweatpants that were on the floor, but as he was about to wear his shirt Y/n stopped him with a devious smile.

"Don't put a shirt on, please?"

Clark ceased his actions with a confused smile.

"I like the view."

Clark rolled his eyes and threw the shirt on the bed.

"I'll call you when the food is ready."

With that he left the room, and Y/n smiled victorious as he looked at the shirt on the bed.

--

"Y/n?"

Clark shouted from the kitchen.

"Yeeeaa?"

Y/n shouted back.

"Food's ready."

"Be down in a minute."

A few moments later Y/n appeared in the kitchen, and surprise surprise wearing Clark's shirt the one he was going to wear earlier.

"That's why you wanted me shirtless?"

"No?"

"Just eat, I'll take a shower and dress up."

Clark kissed Y/n's head before walking off back into the bedroom.

"I already ate, wash the dishes after you eat."

Clark yelled from their room

"I don't want to wash the dishes."

Y/n shouted back.

"Wash the dishes or I won't cuddle with you tonight."

--

"You look dashing, mr. Kent."

Y/n commented as he fixed Clark's tie.

"You too."

"My sister invited us to the hellfire gala, and sent us matching suits/costumes."

"When?"

"Tomorrow, Bruce is going to be there."

"Bruce Wayne? My ex Bruce Wayne?"

"Way to rub the salt in the wound."

Y/n rolled his eyes as he tightened the tie just enough and patted Clark's shoulders.

"But yes, that Bruce, if you sleep with him in the after party I'm neutering you."

"That's horrible, and we broke up like 2 years ago, right now, the only person I want to sleep with is you."

Clark bent down, placed a hand on Y/n's cheek and gave him a chast kiss on the lips.

"You'll get that and much more in the after party."

The taller man withdrew with a teasing smirk.

"I'm going now, sweetheart, take care of the shark and the dog."

Clark left right after hugging Y/n.

"You're despicable, you teasing prick."

He only smirked at Y/n's reply.

--

"Jeff? Krypto?"

Y/n yelled out in the apartment, a few hours after Clark left he cleaned the place. But realized the pets were missing. He tidied up the supplies he used and threw out the trash, he looked into each room but no pets were in sight. Until the last room, which was their bedroom, and the pets laid there, sleeping peacefully. Krypto on Clark's side of the bed, and Jeff on Y/n's. With a smile Y/n approached the sleeping animals.

"Krypto, Jeff."

He repeated his previous words in a whisper. And the super pets slowly woke up with a yawn.

"Your food is in the kitchen, it's been like 2 hours since Clark left. You guys should go eat."

Y/n gave them each a pat in the head to get them out of bed, Jeff jumped down with another yawn and walked out of the room to presumably the kitchen, and Krypto flew above Jeff.

"I'm giving you guys a bath after you eat."

Jeff and Krypto stopped in the hallway at the word bath.

"You can't escape bath time, Jeff, Krypto, so just comply after you eat."

Y/n followed up his words as he changed the bed sheets and pillow cases.

Half an hour passes by and Y/n found the two pets in the bathroom, they seemed too compliant and obedient than normal, they must've done something.

"Krypto, you first, come here."

Krypto jumped into the tub and Y/n removed his collar and cape, putting both items in the laundry hamper by the door. Krypto didn't make much noise or struggle, and now Y/n was more suspicious of them. But he just shrugged it off for now, since they were being good, he patted the dog with his towel, trying to get as much moisture as possible. Y/n put Krypto's ear covers afterwards and started blow drying him, a few minutes later he left the bathroom white as snow.

"Jeff, come here."

Jeff stood up from where he sat on the toilet cover, he removed his collar, put it in the hamper and jumped into the tub. It was easier to bathe Jeff, since he didn't have fur, Y/n even played with him a bit, getting annoyed growls in return. After a bit, Jeff also came out of the bathroom fresh as a fish just caught.

Y/n also took a shower, he left the bathroom after a few minutes and got dressed in their bedroom.

"Y/n?"

Y/n heard his name as he left the bedroom.

"What, Kara?"

Y/n replies to the female voice.

"You sound grumpy, did Kal not fuck you last night?"

"Piss off? What do you want?"

Y/n walked into the living room, hair still a bit wet. Both pets were running around and playing, growling and barking.

"You're sister invited me to the hellfire gala."

"And?"

"I don't have anything to wear, I was hoping you know anyone who can lend me something."

"You can ask Emma."

Kara just looked at Y/n with a straight face.

"I am confident, but not confident enough to talk to the white queen like that."

"She won't mind, she probably has a lot of dresses for the gala that she doesn't like. She commissions like 20 dresses per gala, trying to find the perfect one. But ends up just using something made of pure diamonds."

Y/n rolled his eyes as he sat on the couch.

"Can you ask her?"

"Fine."

Y/n pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed his sister and put it on speaker.

"Y/n Frost, my little brother, to what do I owe the pleasure for this call?"

Emma's voice was crystal clear, carrying the authoritarian tone.

"Kara is asking if she can borrow a dress for your Gala."

"Why of course, all she had to do was ask. If she can come by to Krakoa tonight she can pick from the dresses I'm not going to wear."

"Thank-"

"On one condition."

"Of course, of course there's a catch."

Y/n replied with annoyance.

"Oh come on, little brother, it would just be a tiny favour."

"What would it be?"

"Bring Jeff tomorrow, and that dog he likes so much."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Won't they make a scene or something, break stuff?"

"Oh honey, I'm too rich to worry about things like that. Bring them tomorrow, I haven't seen my cute little baby in a while."

"Fine, do you want them in costume?"

"I sent their costumes along with yours."

"Okay, thanks, bye."

"Bye."

With a chuckle Emma hung up the call.

"If you can go to Krakoa later tonight, she will give you something to wear."

Y/n turned to Kara to see her smiling ear to ear.

"You're the best brother-in-law ever."

Kara hugged Y/n tight.

"Yea yea, go on now, shoo... And Clark hasn't proposed to me yet, remind him to."

After saying goodbye to each other, Kara flew out of the open window she entered from.

"Jeff, Krypto, you're going to the gala tomorrow, best behave."

Y/n told the pets as he walked to the kitchen to prepare their lunch.

--

"Y/n? Honey?"

The front door opened, and Clark's voice rang out in the apartment.

"In here."

Y/n's voice replied from their bedroom, and Clark walked over into the room. Krypto and Jeff could be heard being happy.

"What's happening?"

Clark walked in and looked around the room, Jeff, Krypto, and Y/n were in matching suits, bejewelled with diamonds and gems.

"Are those the costumes sent by your sister?"

Clark dropped his coat and suitcase and made his way towards Y/n with a smile.

"You look hot."

Clark pulled Y/n in by his waist, and gave him a kiss.

"Not infront of the pets."

Y/n pushed him back with a hand on his chest.

"Well, they do look adorable, but not as handsome as you."

Clark's breath was warm against Y/n's neck.

"You're too busy undressing me with your eyes that you don't realize, their costumes are themselves."

With a confused smile Clark looked at the animals sitting obediently on the floor.

"So... Jeff is Krypto and Krypto is Jeff?"

Clark lets go of Y/n to bend down to their height, inspecting the costumes.

"This is well made, dang, never thought I'd see Krypto as Jeff though, but a welcome surprise."

He picked up Krypto and inspected the costume more, looking at the finer details.

"Who made the costumes?"

"I don't know, some high end tailor or something."

"That's nice of her."

Clark puts down Krypto and lifts Jeff up, inspecting his costume too.

"Baby, sweetheart, she's allergic to poor."

"And you're dating a farm boy."

Clark replied sadly.

"Me, I'm the one dating you, not her, as long as I'm happy she doesn't care. She'll kill everyone if it means I'm safe, I'm the only family member she likes."

Y/n slowly approached Clark and hugged him from the back, wrapping his arms around Clark's waist.

"And right now, I love you and you make me happy, which means she will protect you too."

Clark gently put down Jeff and Krypto immediately jump on the bed, Jeff followed and they slept.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Clark asked as he turned around in Y/n's hold and looking down at the smaller man.

"No."

Y/n replied while resting his chin on Clark's chest as he looked up at the taller man.

"What do you want for dinner then?"

Clark wrapped his arms around Y/n's shoulder as they swayed slightly.

"You're tired, aren't you?"

"Yea."

"Then let's order something, maybe italian?"

"Are you sure? I promised you when we first started dating that I will cook anything you want."

Clark leaned down and rested his forehead against the other man.

"And I promised you that you're not indebted to me for loving you."

Clark chuckled as he made their noses touch.

"I'm craving pizza."

"Pizza it is, I'll call that place we like."

Y/n smiled as he pecked Clark's lips and escaped his hold.

"You should get changed, I'll remove their costumes and wash it before the gala."

Y/n started removing the costumes from their pets with relative ease.

"Go get changed, I won't peek, promise."

Clark only smiled as he undressed himself, already feeling Y/n's eyes on him the moment he removed his shirt.

"Stop gawking, sweetheart, unless you want me to eat you for dinner."

--

It was an hour before the gala, Clark and Y/n were stumbling around their room fixing their outfits and hair. While Krypto and Jeff were already waiting on the couch, they looked at each other weirdly, seeing themselves in the other.

"Clark, you're hair, come here."

"Y/n you never knew how to dress properly."

Words were thrown and feet danced a discordant rhythm. A few minutes later they were finally ready, their suits complimented the other, Clark wore a blue tuxedo with red linings that hugged him in all the right places, showing off his muscles that made Y/n drool, it had vines and flowers around it, the inside were a mix of red, yellow, and blue flowers and vines. His pants matched his tux, but instead of flowers, it was the symbol of various mutants and superman, the most prominent ones were the S and X. Y/n wore a similar outfit, but instead he had a red tuxedo with blue linings, the inside was a jumble of flowers and diamonds. His pants had flowers and vines on them, and both of their shoes were brown leather.

"You ready, hon?"

Clark asked as he looked at Y/n who was fawning over his hair that he must've dowsed in hair spray already.

"My hair is not cooperating."

"Y/n, let's go, you're handsome the way you are, and more beautiful with messy hair while you're panting."

Clark smirked as he hugged Y/n from behind, resting his chin on the smaller man's shoulder.

"And when we get bored, I have a very fun activity for us."

Clark whispered in his ear before leaving.

"I'll be fixing up Jeff and Krypto if you need me."

A few moments later Y/n exited the room to see Clark on the couch with Krypto and Jeff, he was playing with them.

"I thought you were gonna be fixing them up."

"I just finished."

"Is your tie supposed to be red?"

"Think so."

"Okay, then mine is the blue one, let's go."

Y/n grabbed the Krakoan flowers from the kitchen island and put one in each of their front pockets.

"Fancy."

Clark commented.

"Where's Kara?"

"Outside the window, she just arrived."

Y/n looked outside to see Kara in a stunning white dress, it was also enamoured with various gems and diamonds. She opened the window and flew in.

"Here is your flower."

Y/n handed her a bracelet with a Krakoan flower.

"You two look so gay."

Clark laughed as Y/n rolled his eyes.

"Jeff, Krypto, let's go."

Y/n said as he opened the front door and leaving, the rest followed suit.

--

"I hope Thor got invited this year."

Y/n commented as he sat down on an empty table, Clark and Kara sat beside him while Jeff and Krypto ran off to play or something.

"I did invite Thor."

A female voice with too much confidence spoke up, startling the kryptonians.

"Emma."

"Y/n."

"Where's the food?"

"You always ate a lot, and I see that hasn't changed."

Emma looked at the two kryptonians with a smile.

"I do hope you enjoy this year's gala."

Y/n stood up and Clark wanted to as well, but was stopped by Kara.

"You don't need to be his bodyguard, he can protect himself if anything happens, Kal, and you might be forgetting, he's with his sister."

Kara reassured the man.

"But, he might need me."

"Just enjoy the gala, Kal."

--

"Y/n, I hope you brought my baby."

"He ran off with Krypto somewhere, want me to call them?"

"Please do."

Y/n let out a high pitched whistle, a few moments later Krypto appear beside them, looking at Y/n with curious eyes.

"This one is Krypto the land shark, and Jeff the super dog should be here."

Jeff appeared as Y/n finished his sentence, Emma immediately picked up Jeff.

"Very funny with the costumes."

"I know, no need to thank me, dear brother, you can go back to your boyfriend now."

Emma walked off carrying Jeff, and Krypto following beside her. Y/n walked back to their table which was now full with other people, to be specific, Bruce Wayne. He was talking to Clark, his Clark.

"We had an agreement, Wayne, be all nice and touchy with Clark and I will have your head."

Y/n spoke in Bruce's mind, making the other man look at him.

"It's just a simple catching up, Y/n, what we had is in the past."

Y/n sat down beside Clark, and Clark wrapped an arm around Y/n shoulder.

"I will take my leave now."

Bruce stood up and nodded towards the two of them before leaving.

"We were just catching up, Y/n, don't worry."

Clark commented as he turned to see Y/n with a sad look.

"He just told me that he now has a girlfriend, and I have a boyfriend, which is you, so no need to be jealous, Y/n."

He pulled in Y/n closer to him.

"I have a surprise for you, but that's for later, come on let's dance."

Clark stood up and pulled Y/n up as well, leading them both to the dance floor. Clark took Y/n's hand and his other rested on his waist.

"Come one, Y/n, stop pouting."

Clark cheered him up some more and it worked, a smile slowly creeps into Y/n's lips.

"And he smiles."

Clark declared victoriously as he kissed Y/n's forehead. They slowly danced for about 30 minutes, swaying side to side with Y/n's cheek pressed up against Clark's chest.

"I wanna sit down."

Y/n looked up at Clark who was looking down at him. He detached himself from the bigger man and started walking away, but Clark held his wrist tight.

"Y/n."

Clark slowly walked towards him.

"Since the first time I saw you, I lost myself in your e/c eyes, they're a testament to your beauty. And every time our eyes meet my heart skips a beat, and your voice got me hooked and put me in a trance."

Krypto and Jeff appeared beside Clark, their previous costumes now replaced with their super hero ones, Krypto is dressed like Clark, and Jeff like Y/n, they sat beside him as he knelt with one knee. The area cleared, people were cheering and all lights were on them.

"Every time I wake up with you beside me I stare at your sleeping form, admiring how perfect God made you. Your every "good morning" and " I love you" felt like heaven, because they were being said by an angel."

Clark pulled out a small red box from his pocket.

"Before you talk, let me finish."

He smiled at Y/n as he opened the small red box, revealing a simple gold ring with their symbols, the X-man logo and superman's S and with their birthdays carve beside it.

"Y/n Frost, I love you to the moon and back, until every last star in the sky disappears, until I take my final breath, I will always love you. Will you please, make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"

The crowd cheered and some of them were chanting "YES" Y/n stood there frozen still, but he managed to move, he dropped down to one knee as well and placed a gentle hand on Clark's cheek. His next words made the crowd go silent.

"Of course, Clark, I will... But."

Y/n smiled as Clark's face started falling. He pulled out a small blue box from his pocket, he opened it and revealed a ring, a simple gold ring, with their symbols on it as well. And the crowd went wild, they cheered and shouted, a glint of mischief and passion on their fingers as they pulled each other into a kiss, teeth clashed and lips bit. And then they danced, but this time, they were engaged.

——

[clarks-boytoy]

Hello

I need more matt murdock x male reader

I would love for. Avillain male reader where the reader is like muse (but like sculptor ) and he is friends with matt ans his crew as a civilian

Eyyup, I was planning on doing another villain m! Reader, but reader is a priest, cause I have a thing for that now, apparently. Cause like imagine, a priest, giving blessings, an agent of God. But at night he kills criminals, in his own wicked mind, he is doing "God's work" because God is too pussy to do so himself. Basically punisher but worse? Absolutely no mercy. And I am not really good at writing ones where reader and Matt are friends, I end up just making it obvious as shit. But if you really want to, send another request, if possible make it as detailed as possible.

[clarks-boytoy]

Matt Murdock x Priest! Male Reader

Paradiso

Pt 1, 2, 3

Summary: The Angel fell too deep now, and he wants more, and he won't stop until he gets what he wants. Now he mingles with the Devil, begging him to ruin him more.

Pinterest really has everything, damn, I mean, all of the pics and gifs I use are from pinterest, but damn. This gif made me wanna lick my screen. Turns out, this vacation was just to chill, so yea, I can still write shit it will just take a bit longer than usual.

I had a plan to make like 1k or more words just smut, but come on, we need to save some more smut for the next chapter? Right?

Warning: Dark romance, smut

His room smelled of sweat, lust... and Matt, he laid in bed wrapped in velvet sin, the blanket still smelled like Matt. The cool morning air swept the room as it entered through the small crack in the window. He woke up feeling guilty, feeling like a failure, his love left after their union. He could still feel Matt's tongue in his mouth, taste the sins in his saliva.

"What have I done?"

Y/n immediately sat up after realizing everything, after processing the events that led to his current predicament. But he didn't ponder long as a knock and a soft voice came from his door.

"Father? Sister Betty told me to wake you up, your food is getting cold and you have a mass in 30 minutes. As she said it."

A kid's voice spoke up, oh sweet summer child, Y/n reminisced his past innocence. When his mind was clear of desire.

"I will be out in a moment, my child, please tell sister Betty I will be skipping breakfast today."

"Okay, Father."

He sounds so pure, he sounds so cute, Y/n smiled at the thought of seeing the child fiddling with his hands. Y/n got up from the bed, his thighs were shaking a bit and it felt like he barely had strength in his legs. He held onto the bedside table and felt paper, he looked at the red sticky note.

"Everytime I'm in your mass, I'll be imagining you kneeling."

Y/n read out loud, and saw the little devil horns beside Matt's initials.

"You are corruption, Murdock."

He wanted to frown, to be disgusted. But arousal and desire were stronger. The thought of Matt sitting back in his boxers and beckoning Y/n, was the closest thing the priest will ever be to heaven. He hid the paper under his pillow with a smile, but that smile quickly disappeared as he saw multiple hickeys on his neck in the mirror, some were too high to be hidden by the collar.

--

"Father Y/n, what is the matter with those ridiculous amount of bandages on your neck? You look like your head got cut off and you tried to stick it back on your neck."

Sister Betty spoke up as she helped prepare the church for the upcoming mass.

"It is nothing, sister, I just wanted to see if anyone would notice and speak up. It's just a gag, and these bandages were already a bit dirty."

Y/n smiled at her as he tried to convince her of his lie. He felt even more guilty.

"If you say so, Father."

--

The mass passed without hitches, but the priest only had one thought on his mind, the blind lawyer. His eyes skimmed the crowd hoping to see the man with red tinted glasses. To see his devilishly handsome face, to lose himself in the Devil's charm. But he was met with nothing but disappointment, no such man entered the church. With a sad smile he went into the confessional booth.

The church smelled of incense and old wood, filling his senses with the memories of his first intimate encounter with Matt. The aftershave he wore, the blood and rain on his coat, the rumble in his chest as he chuckles. Impure thoughts flooded the priest's mind, he closed his eyes to imagine better. The rosary in his hands no longer on his mind apart from the clinking, and the creak of the door beside him.

"Good morning, Father."

The voice, the voice of the devil never sounded so heavenly. The low timbre filled his ears making him open his eyes and look at the man on the other side.

"I've only been away for 6 hours, and you're already missing me?"

He smirked and the rumble in his chest made the priest hot under his cassock. The sinful voice was heaven on his.

"Good morning, Matthew."

He managed to utter out.

"What will you be doing for lunch?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure? Or are you just hoping I would invite you out? And maybe indulge a little?"

The blind man rested his head on the lattice.

"You are still as blasphemous as ever."

"But you revel it in, Father. I told you, I would free you, now look at you. Thinking on your own, choosing what you want... chasing what you want."

He teased through the lattice, Y/n could smell the mint in his breath as he unknowingly leaned on the lattice as well.

"You do not know me, Matthew, it was a lapse in judgement."

"Lying through your teeth isn't your strongest suit, Father."

The lawyer let out a dry and airy laugh.

"It will never happen again, I... I will-"

"You will what? Don't lie to yourself, just because it's the first time you took your choice doesn't mean you didn't like it, you chose it because you did. You indulged for once."

"You really are the devil."

The priest denied his thoughts further, shoving down the desire to desecrate the church, to indulge in his lust.

"Well, I have been called that."

His chuckle was music to Y/n's ears, he has the priest hooked. And he doesn't plan on letting him go, not without ruining him.

"Did you read my note?"

"How did you even write that?"

"The devil works in ways not known."

...

"I asked my friend to write it."

"Must've been... Awkward."

"Well, considering he was quite religious, I'd say so."

...

"This... Became awkward."

Matt let out a laugh at Y/n's words.

"Do you want to go eat lunch? I'll pay."

"Way to break the awkwardness, sure."

--

"This is tame."

"What makes you say that, Father?"

"Please just call me Y/n, feels weird...after the things we have...done."

They both sat shoulder to shoulder on a bench near the church, it was quiet, not many people in sight.

"Why are you ashamed?"

"I'm a priest, Matt, I took vows, I swore by God's name. And I just dragged it through the mud all because I wanted..."

"You wanted me."

"Yes."

Matt ate the last of his sandwich and stood up.

"Do you have to go?"

Y/n asked with sadness in his voice, like a dog with seperation anxiety. Which only made Matt smile at him as he stood infront of the priest.

"How about."

Matt's hand gripped Y/n's hair with some force, while the other held on to the cane.

"You quit being a priest, and you can worship something else? Something real, someone who can satisfy you? Who can reward you, who is tangible?"

Matt's voice dropped, going into that seductive tone, airy and deep.

"W-what are y-you doing?"

The seated man asked as Matt pushed his head back, making him look at the blind man.

"Live with me, take my hand and never let go, I'll guide you through the dark where no man or God can see."

Matt could smell the arousal from Y/n making him lick his lips. And Y/n saw it, his tongue darting out to lick his plump lips. And it did things to him, things that shouldn't be felt by a celibate.

"Worship me, Father, and I will show you greatness. Kneel before me and I will reward your obedience."

His grip on Y/n's hair tightened, earning an involuntary whimper from him.

"I'll give you until tonight."

Matt leaned down, close enough that their lips could touch if Matt wants it.

"Take my offer, and I'll have you screaming, no need to hide that pretty voice."

Y/n leaned closer, itching to feel Matt's lips on his, and Matt played along until the very last second. Where in he pulled back with a knowing smile, ruffled Y/n hair and walked off.

"Tonight, Father."

--

Y/n laid in his bed, contemplating his next actions, sleep was enticing, but Matt...he was, for the lack of better word, crack. And Y/n is addicted, he turned in his bed, starting to sweat from the heat on his cheek and chest from the thought of Matt. He pulled out the note from under his bed, re-reading the words written on it, the devil whispered again, and with no coercion, the angel answered.

He now he stood infront of Matt's apartment, hair disheveled and clothes with not much effort, he was desperate, he needed him, he needed Matt. With how many times Matt talked to Y/n, of course he slipped in his address, knowing one day, he will have the priest sprawled on his bed.

"Come in, Y/n."

Y/n was surprised at the voice, but he was too dazed to think about it. Without a second thought he opened the door and went inside, slightly slamming the door as he locked it behind him.

"How did you know?"

"Father, your heart is pounding, you're sweating, and you're slightly panting."

In all his glory, Matt got up from the couch, his body on full display. Making the priest fall even deeper into the pit of lust.

"Strip to your boxers and come here."

His voice was sultry, like a seductive radio host. And Y/n obeyed like a puppet, he stood infront of Matt with only his boxers on.

"Kneel."

He dropped to his knees, his eyes looking at Matt's scarred body. The little bumps and dips, he wanted nothing more than to feel them under his finger while Matt panted on top of him.

"What do you want?"

"Y-you."

"Who?"

"Fuck me already, p-please, Matt."

"And the bottle breaks."

Matt smiles with devilish charm, his back rested on the chair and he legs wide open. Giving Y/n the best view in the house, and letting Y/n smell him.

"Will you do everything I say down to the dot?"

With relaxed posture he asked the priest.

"Yes."

"Good boy."

He was rewarded with Matt's foot pushing at his erection, eliciting a moan. He started grinding on the foot, chasing any kind of movement.

"I'll reward you for each job done, okay?"

Matts voice was kind, powerful, he was composed. And he was hiding his emotions well, he restrained himself from just taking Y/n right then and there. He wanted to teach Y/n patience.

"Yes."

"Good, remove my boxers."

Y/n went up and leaned forwards to get a hold of Matt's boxers, but Matt had other plans. He pushed his foot hard against Y/n's erection, earning a moan as Y/n faltered. His actions ceasing as his head fell on Matt's lap.

"Are you disobeying me, boy?"

Matt's voice was stern and commanding. It was unfair, everytime Y/n tried to say or do something, Matt would tease him more with his foot.

"N-no."

"No?"

"No."

"Then go, take them off."

Matt had a sadistic smile as he rubbed his foot up and down against Y/n's erection. This time, Y/n was more determined, he wanted Matt, and even if it would be to see his cock at this moment. He will do and endure anything thrown his way.

"Go on, boy, you're close."

Y/n succesfully managed to free Matt's cock forn the constraints of the fabric. Y/n was already on the edge from the torture, at any moment would cum. And Matt knew.

"Good boy, that's my boy."

Praises were thrown his way, pushing him closer to the edgemore, he was now a panting mess of sweat and desperation.

"Come here, sit on my lap."

Matt's voice was hypnosis to him, obeying everything that came out of the devil's lips.

"Remove these before you do."

Matt pulled at the garter of Y/n's lap, he let go and smack was heard. Y/n obeyed diligently, doing everything to not piss off his master. He straddled Matt's lap, his hands rested on the blind man's strong, broad shoulders. Their cocks rubbed against the other, bringing pleasure into them both.

"My boy is so good, isn't he?"

Matt smiled at Y/n as his hands ran up and down Y/n's thighs. Rough calloused hands met soft and plump skin, Matt slapped his thighs, not being able to resist the call from them.

"Fuck, we should've done this sooner, right, Y/n?"

"Y-yes."

His voice shuddered as he tried to rubbed his cock more on Matt's, but he was stopped as the hands on his thighs held him tight. He was instead rewarded with a kiss, Matt's hand went up to Y/n's neck, pulling him in for a rough and lustful kiss. Saliva was exchanged and moans were swallowed, lips were bitten and blood was drawn. Tongues fought and teeth clashed. Matt was completely dominating Y/n in every aspect, and he loves it, having the smaller man completely at his mercy, taking what he gives him.

"You're a good boy, right, Y/n?"

"Yes."

"Help me with my cock, suck me off until I cum in that mouth of yours, wrap those cute lips around my cock."

Both of their cocks were now dripping with pre cum. And Y/n knew he would enjoy licking up and down Matt's cock, drinking the sweet pre cum and soon, his actual reward. With no hesitation he got off Matt's lap pool and kneeled between the spread legs infront of him, Matt's cock stood tall and proud, thick and big. He was excited, he needed the other man inside of him one way or another. He skipped the teasing out of desperation, holding the base, he sunk down on the cock. It was magnificent, he could feel every vein in his mouth, he felt the veins move as he licked.

Matt's hand went to Y/n's hair, gripping tight and pushing him further down. He gasped and let out quiet groans, he didn't want to bless Y/n's ears just yet, he didn't want Y/n to hear his groans just yet. He kept Y/n down on his cock, feeling his tip hit the back of his throat, hearing the other man gag was music to his ears. Y/n coughed and tried to push away from Matt, he was running out of oxygen, but fuck was it amazing, being under Matt's control, it felt divine.

"You can take it, Y/n, come on, you're not even at the base yet."

Matt's voice was more of a deep growl now, gravelly, raspy. And finally, Matt let go, letting Y/n pull back and take deep breaths. If only Matt could see what he did to the priest, spit dripped down the sides of his mouth, his hair stuck up in different places, he was coughing.

"Good boy, Y/n, you did so good, come here."

Matt beckoned the man to his lap again, and he obediently obliged, being under the blind man's mercy was ecstacy.

"What does my good boy want now?"

Matt's hand cupped Y/n's jaw, forcing him to look at Matt. Y/n stared back with doe and teary eyes, not that Matt can see.

"You're fucking perfect, Y/n, so obedient like a dog."

Matt's hands rested on Y/n's hips gripping tight enough to leave marks, his marks. While his mouth works on Y/n's neck he leaned forward and bit down on flesh, he left his marks, his scent.

"Please, M- Mmm M- Ma- fuck."

"Please what? Who are you begging to, Y/n?"

Matt's face got closer, he could feel Y/n's desperate panting, wanting to close the distance and taste the other man.

"P-Please, Matt, I-I've been good right? Please, r-reward me."

"What reward do you want, Y/n?"

Matt hummed as his lips got closer to Y/n's ear.

"Tell me, exactly what you want, and how you want it."

Matt's voice was nothing but a whisper against Y/n's ear, the breath sent shivers down his spine. And Matt felt it, making him smirk.

"You, please, I-I need you."

The priest pants out as he buried his face in the lawyer's neck, wanting to taste him already. Which only made Matt smirk and laugh.

"Well, if you want me, you need to earn me."

Matt's hands made their way to Y/n's ass, gripping them tight making the man moan.

"Come on, don't resist, mark me Y/n, let them know I'm yours."

With no hesitation Y/n obliged, he bit, sucked, and kissed. Like a feral animal tasting food for the first time in weeks. Matt's groans did nothing but fuel him further, his hand went up to Matt's hair, pulling his head to the side to expose more skin.

"Fuck, you're good at this."

Matt raspped out as he gasped for air, his hands gripped tighter on Y/n's ass, printing his hands on the cheeks. Y/n felt himself losing control, Matt just tasted to good, he smelled amazing, he could taste the salt on his neck.

"I do- fuck- I don't have lube."

Matt pulled Y/n away by his hair, earning a prostest of groans.

"Matt."

Y/n spoke up in a daze, disappointed from being interrupted.

"I don't have lube, baby."

Matt's hands went to Y/n's cheeks, holding him gently.

"Hmm."

"Are you okay?"

"Fuck me already, shit."

"You don't tell me what to do, Y/n."

Matt's voice dropped from his soft spoken tone, back to his deep and commanding voice and his smile dropped.

"P-please Matt, I-I've been a good boy, r-right?"

Y/n protested.

"You still don't get to tell me what to do, Y/n, my good boy doesn't tell me what to do, does he?"

The gentle hands on Y/n's face fell down to his thighs. Gripping the skin tight enough to leave red crescent shapes from his nails, earning a hiss from the man on top.

"Get my tie on the table."

Y/n followed Matt's command quickly, hoping to please him right away. Matt took the tie from Y/n as he held it infront of him, Matt tied Y/n's wrists together.

"Beg harder and I might not punish you for going out of turn, hm?"

Matt pulled Y/n closer by his neck.

"I'll have you begging me to stop as I fuck you the whole night, you're my personal fuck toy."

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The Devil was the only truthful man in Y/n's life he stuck to his words. And for the rest of the night, he showed the angel paradise in hell. And soon, he will bring heaven down for his little dove.