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An Unexpected Guest

My first request, fulfilled! Thanks for trusting me with this smut drabble 💚 I hope this is what you were looking for!

WC: 1,220

Blood play, slight hand kink, explicit smut, rough sex, MDNI, Kick-Ass, Dave Lizewski

You’ve sat so long that the bathwater has become tepid, shivering as you towel off. It’s freezing out. Snow is falling in swaths, a chill pricking your skin in spite of the space heater at your feet. This is the fourth night in a row you’ve sat pretty at the edge of your bed, applying lotion to your legs in long, silky strokes in front of your window. Although your apartment sits nestled at a thick line of trees, you’ve had this feeling, this inexplicable thought in the back of your mind that someone is watching you. For this reason, you’ve left the window cracked some tonight. You told yourself it’s just to let some fresh air in. But with the bite in the air, you know the truth.

This is an invitation. 

You let your hair down to dry, exposing yourself fully from beneath your towel, the dim light of a lamp casting shadows across your form. Something moves outside. Tension tugs at your chest. 

“I know you’re out there,” your voice calls out into the room. 

You think for a moment that you’ve imagined it. That you’re simply hoping that someone is there to save you from this painfully dry spell you’ve been experiencing. Until a green-clad hand, tentative and slow, reaches to push your window fully open from out in the dark. Your heart pounds in your chest, pulsing through your extremities. 

A grin overtakes your face as a man steps through, “You’re that hero I keep hearing about,”

Dave nervously wipes the blood from his hands onto his pants, unsure of what to do now that he’s taken the leap and revealed himself to you. It wasn’t supposed to get this out of hand. He was patrolling the area a few nights prior, much as he usually does, when you just so happened to catch his eye. You’d left your curtains open as you dried off from your bath. He was transfixed from the very second he saw you. The way you glowed in the half-light of your room, body glistening, how that toy you pulled from your drawer slipped between your legs. He was pretty sure that watching you like this made him some sort of pervert, but with the way you locked your eyes onto where he was hidden in the trees, he thought that maybe you were hoping he was there. After three more nights of the same routine, he was proven right. 

“The way you say it makes me sound famous or something,” his voice holds a shaky chuckle, some cute little warble that has you ready to devour him. 

“So what are you doing watching me? Didn’t wanna come say hello?”

He gulps audibly, clenches his hands into fists, “I, uh.. I was just patrolling this area,” he clears his throat, “I wasn’t planning on coming in,”

Your gaze travels his body, at the blood that mars his suit, soaked into the material and still dripping from his fingertips. 

“Looks like you’ve had an eventful night,” you purr, “Need some stress relief?”

There’s no way this is actually happening to him. 

Things like this don’t happen to him. 

Girls like you don’t talk to him.

He nods, and you spread your legs, open yourself up with a hither of your finger. Without so much as a second thought, he stumbles to your bed, already throbbing through his suit. He drags his palms up your legs, blood spreading like the red-hot heat that stirs within him, primal and raw, arousal coursing through his veins. Unsheathing himself from his clothing, his length springs free. Fuck, he’s big. You wonder for a second if he’s even going to fit.

“I just.. You meant have sex, right?” His cock jumps when you nod your head, tilting your pelvis to receive him. 

He curses under his breath, slips himself inside of the scorching wetness of your cunt. The air is knocked from his lungs as he adjusts to how tight you are, the way you’re squeezing him, how your brows tilt in rapture at the feeling of being so full. He trembles atop you, and you guide his still-bloody hand to the hardened peak at your center, encouraging him to work you there. With a stuttered inhale and sloppy, untimed thrusts, he rubs your clit in circles, his voice climbing as you become a vice-like grip around his cock. 

“Oh, f-fuck, that feels good,” he groans, crooning and broken from his chest. 

“Give it to me,” you rasp, “C’mon, be more rough with me,”

He captures his lower lip between his teeth, marvels at how his dick returns to him slicker than before, your arousal coating him down to the hilt. Dave thrusts into you harder, delves into you with deep, long strokes, the tip of his cock nudging against the ledge within you. He isn’t sure how much more he can take before he comes undone, but he obliges you nonetheless, wraps your pretty throat in his strong, deft hand and gives you a firm squeeze. 

“Just like that! Ahh—fuck!” You moan, something long and drawn out that scoops from your chest to your head, your pupils blown-out and legs shaking.

“You like it when I fuck you?” He grits through his teeth, “Hmm? You gonna cum on my cock for me?”

He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and you suck it, laving your tongue across the pad and relishing in the metallic tang which lingers there, humming in agreement. It’s all so fucking filthy, and you want more. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he feels you unravel, the gush of your orgasm slicking down his cock. You rock against him, his index finger pressing into your clit to draw out every last bit of pleasure from this pliant little pussy of yours. 

Your hero leans in closer to you, “I’ve cum in my hand so many times thinking of you doing this,” he pants into your ear, “God, you’re so much hotter up close when you get off,”

Head full of cotton and all other thoughts thoroughly fucked out of you, your legs wrap around his waist, caging him in.

“Cum in my pussy,” you mewl, still twitching around him.

His hands grope at your breasts, your hips, your ass, taking greedy grasps of you as if you’ll soon disappear. 

He bucks into you ruthlessly, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he attempts to stifle the needy whines and whimpers that you pull from his throat so effortlessly.

“Nngh, you feel so good. Feels so fucking good, I-I’m gonna.. I'm cumming,” The lilt at the end of his sentence has you clenching him further, milking his cock until rivets of thick, hot release splatter into your walls. 

You’re both gasping, euphoria rippling through your bodies, the pulsing of his cock and the messy, ruined noises he’s making are causing you to see colors flash behind your eyelids. You tremble there below him, quivering with a second climax you hadn’t expected to transpire just from feeling his cum pour into your cunt. 

“Hope you’ve got as much stamina as I do,” he nips at your neck, already hardening once more, “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet,”

Help, i have a chronic obsession with nerdy and weird mfs

PLEASEE I NEED IT SO BAD OHMGGNFNDND

“HELL YEAH” we all say in unison

I like them nerdy and submissive. That's it. That's the post.

𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐨...

anyways😃...

slight disclaimer of sorts, I'm not at all trying to play the "I'm better than you" comparison game, nor am I trying to come off as a bitch lmao I just have thoughts all of the time and this blog is damn near my only outlet. not to mention, this blog barely receives, like 5% of them anyways (so count yourselves lucky🤨🫵🏽).

do y'all ever just think about the fact that - in whatever fandoms you're in - you're probably one of a group of, maybe even in just a handful,, or possibly part of just a couple,,, maybe the one and only,,,, shifter in that fandom?

and if so, does it ever come to mind that because you are a shifter and because you're probably shifting for whatever "character" you're shifting for, that you love them infinitely more than the average person indulging in that fandom you're in?

'cause I think about that all of the time. like... all of the time.

like, what do you mean no one will ever never ever possibly love *insert one of my s/o's and/or best friends* more than me? it's a bittersweet feeling, too, because I feel all alone in my love for that significant other/best friend/comfort person. but at the same time, maybe that's for the best because idk if I'm the jealous type or not, and I'd hate to become a person who can't indulge in content of the comfort person I love bc my jealousy is holding me back.

but anyways, not the point, I just...

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOVE *insert my comfort people here* INFINITELY MORE THAN THE OTHERS THAT CLAIM TO LOVE THEM all because of the simple fact that I shift for that person and they don't? again, not saying it's a bad thing or that I'm sitting here trying to one-up somebody or play the comparison game, I'm just genuinely baffled because listen...

I bet there's someone right now going on tiktok or insta or even on here rn being all, "oh I love this "character" so much and I just wish I could be with them, but all I can do is post my edits and my fanfics and my hdcns, oh, woe is me, pouty-pout-pout🥺" and it's like biTCHYOUCAN, YOU LITERALLY C A N BUT THE CHANCES OF YOU BELIEVING ME ABOUT SHIFTING ARE SO SLIM SO WHAT'S EVEN THE POINT👹⁉️

I just gotta sit here like, "I know something you don't😗 ... I know something you will never knowww😙."

AND THEN (this is where the asshole in me jumps out a lil' bit) WHETHER OR NOT YOU DO TELL THEM DON'T EVEN MATTER, at least not to me, because I'ma still just sit there and be like, "I actually love them more than you, though, because I've been LITERALLY shifting my awareness/consciousness for them for like, five years now, so🙂." like I promise you, that's like ... the ultimate form of loving a "character". to not only see them past being a fictional thing, but to see them as a person, a REAL person, and just because they aren't real here doesn't mean shit bc I love them in EVERY reality I'm in and that they're in, real or not.

can you even say the same🤨?

you can post fanedits of them all day and change your user to "so-and-so's wife" all you want, but I'm the one that's hopping realities and putting a ring on that finger💀💅🏽.

😀 ... sorry, sorry, I literally said I wasn't gonna do that and act a fool lmfao I just get cocky sometimes, but Y'ALL KNOW WHAT I MEAN/AM TRYNA GET AT, like-

or shit, maybe you don't, but if not, then ig this post isn't for you lmao, because I totally understand that not everyone loves the same way as one another and/or as I do. like, my love has never once been a "casual" thing. if I love someone or something, it's intense, and ig to others, can come off as obsessive *not in a unhealthy way dw lol*, whereas others, they say "oh I really love this thing✨️." and that's it, no underlying feralness or passion to it, so...yah, idrk or rmbr where I was going with this, I just have a constant stream of thoughts and rambles so...

lol bye, more fics comin' soon♡.

are you currently writing for characters from kick-ass? :)

:0...

girl, I'm scared, how tf did you know I JUST finished watching Kick-Ass one and two?? like I swear on everything, I JUST watched these movies today and then got this ask...

anyways😃, uhm *coughs* YES, I WRITE FOR DAVE (both movies) AND MINDY (second movie only) so feel free to request those two :).

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