it's not easy dating someone from Marvel or DC...
Featuring: Kyle Rayner, Dr. Doom, Elektra Natchios, Eobard Thawne, Vic Stone, Akihiro/Daken, Marc Spector....and you ;) [3.4 K]
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cw: SMUT/18+ only, manipulation (Daken), possessive behavior, jealousy, gn!reader (no description of features and clothing)
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...but thankfully, this dating guide should help you out with that. Featuring DC Characters: Kyle Rayner, Vic Stone, Eobard Thawne Featuring Marvel Characters: Akihiro/Daken, Dr. Doom, Elektra Natchios, Marc Spector (18+)
Kyle Rayner:
Style Of Affection: Kyle is exuberant, Kyle lavishes affection. He's eager to press a kiss to the crown of your forehead, to the slope of your shoulder, to the crook of your arm. Whenever the two of you walk around in public, he wants to hold hands and shoots you a pout if you deny him for any practical reason ("Oh, so you hate me, then?"). In private, he always has a casual arm or leg draped over you. He wants to be touching you, he wants to be near you—he's like an excitable golden retriever who needs constant affirmation of love.
Dates: Everything is either meticulously planned once every 1.5 business years or spur-of-the-moment. The two of you can be found in a hole-in-the-wall pho place, eating street vendor burgers as the two of you go to the indie movie theater, painting each other in the comfort of your apartment while popcorn burns in the microwave—he's always down for an adventure, big or small. And you're happy to do it with him.
Gifts: Kyle gets you gifts that range all across the spectrum. It could be anything from that pair of shoes you were eyeing in the window, to a meticulously painted portrait of you that he's chipped away at over the course of months, to a nice rock he spotted on a faraway planet because he "thought you'd like it." And you always appreciate all of them.
Kissing? He's an exuberant kisser, to say the least. There's always energy and passion stored in every kiss, intention laced in the way that he presses his mouth against yours. There's always desperate longing written into the way that his lips find you, as though he'll never get another chance and he needs to savor this as much as he can.
What Kind of Lover Are They? He's so, so eager to please. You want him to go down on you for hours? Can do, baby. You want to try something slow and sensual? Say no more. You want to fuck? He's already stripping and ready to go. He wants to make sure that you're always satisfied.
Jealousy? Kyle gets jealous, but it shows very easily. He gravitates towards you if there's a hint of any competition, but he's quick to verbalize his feelings the second the two of you have a moment of privacy—though it almost always shows on his face the second it registers. You always reassure him, and he always bounces back quickly.
Do They Say I Love You? Often, constantly, frequently. Never wants the two of you to part ways without him making sure you've exchanged it. Says it before the two of you go to sleep, before you head out to work. Always always always.
Akihiro/Daken:
Style of Affection: He keeps you on a tight leash, so to speak—whenever the two of you are in a room together, he ensures that he keeps his hand hefted over your shoulder. If it embarrasses you, the way that his palm and wandering fingers loom over your chest, far too low down your back—even on the slope of your ass—any complain you make will fall on deaf ears. And if you complain too much—he'll just be able to use his powers to mollify any request for leniency on your part. You'll acquiesce eventually.
Dates: His favorite type of date is doing something indulgent, opulent, and in pursuit of his own self-gratification. Whether that's a pulsating, pounding club that he guides you into the center so that he can make sure that everyone knows who you belong to—or if it's the bathroom later so that the two of you can snort coke off the toilet seat—or if it's hopping in a sleek limo with less-than-savory characters to "have a few drinks—"—he's all or it. And you're tagging along for the adrenaline rush that he gets off of it.
Gifts: That's a nice thought. You already have the gift of him and any alcohol or drugs that he wants to ply you with—what more could you ask for?
Kissing? Whenever he kisses you, it's always so that you can get a taste of whatever was on his tongue last—blood, alcohol, pills, the taste of your orgasm—and he always makes it feel like it's your last.
What Kind of Lover Are They? He's a selfish lover—always demanding that you stay sucking his cock for hours, edging him so that he can come all over your face. Using you like the fuckdoll that he wants to treat you with—if you're uncomfortable with the position he wants, that's okay; he'll just use his phermone manipulation to make sure that you're fine with it. You always come around eventually—and come on his cock, to think of it.
Jealous? He's very easily made jealous, but he doesn't take care to mince words. He'll speak his mind and make sure that you take extra, extra time in the bedroom to make sure that you're very sorry for making him worry about the status of your relationship like that.
Do They Say I Love You? Nah.
Elektra Natchios:
Affection: Subtle but intentional. She wakes you up with a lingering kiss to your cheek, will press a kiss to the inside of your wrist on occasion in public, will drape a hand down your cheek. But never anything too ostentatious unless she has the privilege of your privacy—and everything is charged with a low, simmering energy.
Dates: Everything you go on is deliberately composed—to a penthouse sushi restaurant, to a stylish orchestral concert in Madison Square Garden, to a destination resort vacation. You are always informed of them ahead of time and with exacting expectation that you make time for them in your schedule, which you do.
Gifts: She's an excellent gift-giver, and she always gets you what you want. You don't even need to hint—anytime you even so much as set longing glance on something, it's yours. She always delivers it at perfect occasion—the trip you mentioned might be fun one day, the book you read the back of with vested interest in the bookstore. You don't want for anything with her.
Kissing? She always kisses you with slow-burning, simmering intensity—starting slow, gentle—before crescendoing in passion as her hands search you out, as her tongue licks up yours. Always, always leaving you breathless for more.
What Kind of Lover Are They? She's a giver, for certain, but she enjoys drawing it out of you. Always loves torturing you with intentionally deliberate pace—she relishes the act of making you so flustered and bereft of coherent thought until she can finally make you come. Then she'll do it all over again.
Jealous? She gets jealous in the sense that she expresses herself with jealous physicality. Her touch loiters on your body, her arms ruck around you, her words—though never directed at you—become clipped, direct, indicating the souring of mood. She's slow to have her jealousy soothed, but always comes out of it eventually.
Do They Say I Love You? Often. She makes sure to say it to you with every kiss, after you collapse next to her sweaty in bed, before she leaves for her work. Every time you never doubt if she means it.
Victor Stone:
Affection: Vic is an earnest man, and is intent to make sure that you're aware of his love for you. Holding hands, chaste, gentle kisses to your cheek in public, compliments he pays you about how good your hair looks or how cute your smile is or how good that outfit looks on you—sending you smiles and winks from across the room. Leaving you goofy yet sweet post-it notes on the kitchen counter or the bathroom window.
Dates: Vic always puts in the effort to make sure that you have a great time, wherever the two of you go; and he makes suer to put variety into the experience. If you're going to the movies, he's getting you both the nicest seats, the candy that you like, drizzling extra butter on the popcorn, and paying for it all. If the two of you are going out to a fancy dinner, then it's your favorite place or that one you've been drooling over whenever you see it on your FYP, and he's covering the bill. Everything is always layered with deliberate aim to make sure that you know he cares about making you happy.
Gifts: Vic always buys you things that are across the gamut of things that you like, all across the spectrum of extravagance—to a scarf that he thought brought out the color of your eyes. To the tickets to a concert to the band you've been playing in the car the most often. To a homemade birthday cake that he made just for you, right after the dinner with all your friends that he invited (and he didn't even have to ask for their phone numbers).
Kissing? He always errs on the side of caution just because of the cybernetic enhancements, so he's always a gentle kisser. You're the one that has to encourage him to crank up the heat a little bit, which he always acquiesces to—by degrees. It's just him playing overcautious, which is kind of endearing, but not always when you want to get in his pants.
What Kind of Lover Are They? He's super considerate to your needs and how you're feeling in bed—he just wants to commit the touch of you, the taste of you to what physical parts of his body remain as well as what the receptors of his cybernetic parts detect—both are pleasurable for him in different ways. Prefers lovemaking to fucking, especially considering the enhanced strength he has—but if you ask when the moment's right, you'll find your diligent efforts rewarded ;)
Jealous? Vic is fairly confident in the security of your relationship, so it takes a lot to rattle his faith in you. If there's ever a sliver of doubt, he goes about communicating with you pretty openly and honestly to make sure the two of you can get to an understanding resolution.
Do They Say I Love You? Vic was the first to say 'I love you,' and is always the first one to say it every single time afterwards. The squeeze of both of his hands—one mechanical, the other flesh and blood—feel warm against yours, paired with the love that speaks in his eyes as he says it, every single time.
Victor Von Doom:
Affection: Doom is possessive, Doom is controlling, Doom is dictatorial. Doom chose you because he wanted you and knew that it wasn't a matter of if he would have you, it was a matter of when he would have you. He wants to make sure that you are always in the room with him whenever he can afford it—and he always can. You are known to all his advisors, his counsel, his people—and so you must always be by his side. And he must, of course, always have a hand on you, for you are his.
Dates: It's not a matter of money, that's always no issue. It's a matter of what you want and how quickly it can be arranged for you, which is always in fashionable, timely manner. Do you want to be able to dine in the Alps with violin quartet? It's done. Do you want to enjoy banquet-style Chinese made tableside with entertainment? It shall be completed—whatever you want, it is given.
Gifts: Of course, nice, lavish, expensive things—but in the sense that while money talks, wealth whispers. Everything is of finest quality—the clothing that he buys crafted from your exact measurements, the jewelry that he requires you wear, the weapons that he ensures you have finest tutelage to train with. They are deliberately made with you in mind.
Kissing? You have never kissed Doom—at least, not without the ability to see him. Every time, due to that issue of vanity—you are required to be blindfolded, as a pair of warm hands find the edge of your jaw and a mouth marred with injury presses against yours. If this is how you receive it—then you are pleased to do so.
What Kind of Lover Are They? Again, vanity limits what you can see, but you feel everything—though Doom exacts his control here. You are always blindfolded and bound in some way—by wrists, on your knees, face-down—but he's well-versed and generous. You never lack for orgasm whenever the two of you share a bed.
Jealousy? Doom always seethes with jealousy the second that any other competitor rises to the occasion—though it is subtle and understated. A keen eye would have to know. One such example was when the Fantastic Four arrived and Johnny Storm requested a dance from you—social niceties requested that you dance with him, under the imperious glare of Doom. You were required to soothe his jealousy in bed for several nights after that.
Do They Say I Love You? Never when you can hear—but you're made aware. From the way that when you drift to sleep after sex, the blindfold still affixed to your head, you can feel the drape of implacable fingers soothe into your shoulder. From the way that his hand rests on the small of your back when you both stand at a palatial balcony that overlooks the sea. He need not say it when everything he does expresses it to you in form of action.
Eobard Thawne:
Affection: Always does little things to stake his claim on you, and they're always laden with a subtle kind of aggression that lingers beneath the surface. Presses a kiss to the column of your neck while nipping his teeth at your pulse. Holds a hand over the slope of your waist but makes sure to clench his fingers when he does it. Kisses you but treats it like a battle to be won, and you never win. Wants you, but wants to dominate you at the same time.
Dates: You don't really get a choice in what dates the two of you go on—wherever you go is somewhere expensive, some place where he can lavish money. But it's not really for the purpose of spoiling you; more for the purpose of showing to you and everyone else how you're provided for. How he provides for you.
Gifts: He's vain—things are always connected to him, in a way. He buys you clothes that are revealing for the purpose of him being able to walk around with you as his trophy, sex toys that he can watch you use on yourself—or he just straight up promises the virility of his body as a gift for you.
Kissing? As mentioned before, he's a cruel kisser. Always wanting to have the upper hand, always wanting to bite your bottom lip between his teeth, always squeezing you to throw you off-balance and ensure he can force his tongue into your mouth.
What Kind of Lover Are They? Every time the two of you fuck, you always get fucked into next week at the cost of being able to walk for the next two. He's always brutal, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you, even when you're on the verge of passing out. Always has to have you under him or with your ass in the air—he treats sex as an act of conquest, and he'll be the one exploring this new territory.
Jealousy? Constantly, constantly jealous, especially when there's no reason to be. Has been openly confrontational to whoever he perceives as his opposition to the point where you've had to quickly, frantically reassure him in the moment. But this was also part of the plan you see—as he demonstrates over your shoulder with a cruel smirk to whoever was stepping in on his territory.
Do They Say I Love You? Not at all. But you're certain that he either does—or this is a most visceral obsession indeed. After all—why would he treat you like this?
Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley (Moon Knight):
Affection: Marc is wont to hold your hand, to compliment you on your clothes, your smile today—Steven has to shore up a little more confidence to kiss you on the cheek in front of others. Lockley enjoys pushing you into more secluded spots in public so that he can have his way with you. Marc will praise you for your qualities, Steven will share sweet smiles with you across the room—Lockley will whisper phrases in Spanish in your ear that will have you frantically scanning the room and hoping no one is bilingual.
Dates: It always depends on who's in the driver seat—you can count on Marc taking you to nice, casual affairs; a night to the movies or a bar. Steven is reliable to take you somewhere quietly sensible and romantic—a jazz performance at a local venue, an after-hours museum tour, a gallery exhibition. You and Lockley never get further than the backseat of your darkened car, with him fucking you into next week.
Gifts: All three have a fairly good idea of what to get you; a bottle of your favorite wine, a day at the spa, jewelry commemorated with Egyptian iconography—what differs is how they expect to be thanked. Marc is fine with a kiss and a thank you, Steven is satisfied with a smile and verbal confirmation—Lockley needs something a little more physical.
Kissing? Marc enjoys taking things slow and exploring the nuances of your tongue, your mouth, your body as he feels you up—Steven needs a little more coaxing from you to warm him up to the heat you want from him. It's Lockley that views it as a battle that isn't won unless he has you heaving for breath in state of disarray in the cage of his arms.
What Kind of Lover Are They? Steven's the one who ranges on the more mild end, preferring lovemaking and making sure that your needs are attended to; Marc doesn't mind switching up a few positions every now and then while making sure that the two of you get mutual satisfaction from it all—Lockley's the one who has you breathless and fucked into the mattress with nothing but pleas for him to Please, fuck—don't stop—
Jealousy? All of them demonstrate jealousy in different flavors, but Steven keeps it to himself—Marc makes sure to clear the air and the board with you—and Lockley goes directly to threatening the perpetrator themselves. You have different ways of salvaging all of the situations—but exactly how clothed you'll be depends on which of the three you're dealing with.
Do They Say I Love You? They all say I love you in different ways; Steven is the most free with it while Marc makes sure to reiterate it often enough that you're aware of his intention. Lockley takes care to establish it with the sinew of his body and the protective action that he'll assert for you in the face of any trouble. Regardless—you appreciate all of them.
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