Hank Hall & Clark Kent

Character Name: Hank Hall

Nicknames/Aliases: Hank, Hawk, Hawk and Dove, Hankie

Personality & Traits: Hank is tough, blunt, protective, stubborn, competitive, sarcastic, and naturally intimidating, but underneath his rough exterior he is deeply caring and unusually compassionate toward people he considers family. He tends to deal with pain by burying it under anger, physical activity, humor, or avoidance. His football background gives him a very physical, straightforward mentality: he likes direct solutions and has little patience for people who waste time or lie to him. He can be hotheaded and aggressive, especially when someone threatens Dawn, Don's memory, or an innocent person, but he is not naturally cruel. Hank has a strong protective instinct and often puts himself between danger and someone weaker. He has a surprisingly gentle side that comes out around children, animals, Dawn, and people struggling with problems similar to his own. He is self-deprecating about his mistakes and sometimes believes that he is fundamentally bad for the people around him. He has a dry, teasing sense of humor and often uses sarcasm to keep emotional conversations from becoming too vulnerable. A reasonable headcanon is that Hank is much more emotionally perceptive than he lets on and notices when teammates are upset even when he does not know how to talk about it.

Hair: Short, thick blond hair, usually kept relatively neat but naturally tousled. It is slightly longer on top and tends to become messier after fights or training.

Eyes: Blue.

Speech/Voice: Hank has a deep, rough, masculine voice with a blunt, conversational delivery. He tends to speak casually and directly, often sounding slightly irritated even when he is joking. His voice becomes noticeably softer when speaking to Dawn or someone he genuinely cares about. He rarely gives long speeches and prefers short, straightforward sentences.

Features: Hank has a very large, broad-shouldered athletic build, naturally imposing physique. He has a thick chest, powerful shoulders, large arms, a broad back, strong legs, and a muscular football-player's frame rather than the lean build of an acrobat. His physique reflects years of football, combat training, and conditioning. His arms and shoulders are particularly developed, and his overall silhouette is heavy and powerful. He has a square jaw, strong facial structure, thick eyebrows, and a rugged appearance. He often carries himself with a slight forward lean, giving him an intimidating presence even when he is standing still. As Hawk, his costume emphasizes his shoulders, chest, arms, and athletic build. lightly-tan skin

Age: Approximately early-to-mid 30s during the main events of Titans.

Usual Outfits/Clothing: Hank usually dresses practically and casually. He favors T-shirts, henleys, jeans, work boots, jackets, hoodies, and other durable clothing. When living on the Wyoming farm, his clothes become more outdoors-oriented, including flannels, work shirts, boots, and practical farm clothing. He wears athletic clothing when training. As Hawk, he wears his protective black-and-yellow vigilante suit.

Character History/Backstory: Hank grows up in Washington, D.C. with his younger half-brother Don. He becomes a talented football player and builds an extremely physical career around the sport. His childhood is marked by traumatic abuse from his football coach, which he keeps buried for years. Hank becomes fiercely protective of Don, eventually taking on the Hawk identity with him so they can confront criminals who prey on vulnerable people. Don and Hank become the original Hawk and Dove partnership. Don later dies in the same tragic accident that kills Dawn Granger's mother, Marie. Hank and Dawn meet through grief counseling and eventually become partners in both life and crime-fighting. Their relationship becomes complicated by Hank's history with Dick and Dawn's previous relationship with Dick.

By the beginning of the series, Hank is trying to retire from being Hawk with Dawn. Dick's return pulls them back into the Titans' problems, and Hank becomes protective of Rachel despite initially resenting Dick. After Dawn is badly injured, Hank remains at her side until she recovers. Following Trigon's defeat, Hank and Dawn attempt to settle down on a Wyoming farm. They eventually return to hero work when Deathstroke and later Cadmus threaten the Titans. Hank struggles with addiction and self-destructive behavior during this period, eventually recognizing how badly his coping mechanisms have affected him. By season three, he is working as a police officer in Washington, D.C. when he becomes involved in the Red Hood crisis. Jason traps him and Hank is killed during the confrontation. After death, Hank appears in the afterlife, where he helps Donna and Tim escape the forces pursuing them. He eventually reunites with his brother Don.

Relationships: Dawn Granger: Hank's longtime partner, closest friend, and former girlfriend. Their relationship is intense and complicated because they understand each other's trauma better than almost anyone else. Even after separating romantically, they remain deeply loyal to one another. Don Hall: His younger half-brother and original crime-fighting partner. Hank's love for Don is one of the strongest influences on his life. Dick Grayson: Hank has a long-running grudge against Dick because of Dick's history with Dawn and the way Dick's choices affected their original Titans group. Despite this, Hank eventually trusts Dick enough to fight alongside him. Jason Todd: Hank strongly distrusts Jason and sees him as reckless and dangerous, although part of their conflict comes from Hank recognizing some of his own anger in Jason. Gar Logan: Hank is initially gruff around Gar but gradually treats him like one of the younger members of his extended family. Donna Troy: An old teammate whom Hank respects tremendously.

Powers/Abilities/Skills/Tools: Peak human strength, speed, stamina, endurance, reflexes, agility, and durability; exceptional hand-to-hand combatant; highly experienced street-level vigilante; expert football player and tackler; strong physical conditioning; experienced investigator; capable motorcycle rider and outdoorsman; strong pain tolerance; protective tactical instincts. His football background heavily influences his fighting style, making him favor powerful tackles, charges, grapples, and overwhelming physical pressure. His Hawk equipment provides additional protection while fighting.

Sexual Info/Preferences: A - After Sex Hank’s not very into pillowtalk. More often than not he’ll just collapse into the bed next to you and fall asleep. He’s more than happy to have a cuddle, though. ​ B - Bottom or Top Hank is strictly a top. He’s very dominant in bed, very adamant that he’s in charge - pinning you down or throwing you around. He loves being able to overpower you. C - Cum Hank loves finishing on you - whether it be on your face or on your body. He likes being able to degrade you, to make you feel like a slut. He enjoys rubbing his seed into your skin, as if marking his territory. ​ D - Dress Up Hank enjoys fucking you in the Hawk suit more than he cares to admit. Usually he’s waiting for you to ask for him to fuck you in it and will pretend to feel silly putting it on. But the moment that mask is on, he’ll be throwing you into bed. E - Experience Hank and Don used to sleep together on almost a daily/nightly basis. He’s managed to become an expert when it comes to sex, able to make you scream his name so loud everyone in TItans Tower can hear you. F - Favourite Bodypart Hank simply loves your ass. He’ll often instruct you to walk in front of him or to simply bend over so he can lick his lips at the sight. Often, when you two are out, he’ll shamelessly grope your ass, too - almost to signify to anyone else that it belongs to him. G - Gag Reflex Hank’s not usually the one sucking dick, but when he is he can take about 8 fat inches before choking - which he doesn’t enjoy doing because it makes him feel weaker. H - Hair Hank actually prefers to keep himself shaved. Although some people think having body hair makes them feel more ‘alpha’ - Hank actually prefers to keep himself smooth as it shows off his muscular body better. I - Intimacy The Hawk isn’t very intimate at first. He’s very closed off and struggles to share his emotions with you. However, give him time and eventually he’ll come to you with the problems he’s facing. Hank is extremely protective over you and sometimes it’ll feel suffocating, but he does it out of love. ​ J - Jerking Hank rarely jerks off. It’s a waste of time and energy - especially when he knows you’re there to service him instead. K - Kinks Every now and again, Hank will break out the chains so he can restrain you - he likes pretending he’s interrogating you with sexual torture. He quite enjoys putting vibrators in you during dates and watching you squirm from across the dinner table as he plays with the different settings with his remote. L - Lube It’s very rare Hank will even buy lube. He’d rather make you scream and just use his spit - if he’s feeling generous. He prefers it rougher and it’s no secret that you do, too. M - Massages Hank surprisingly really loves massages. His body isn’t what it used to be and when it starts to ache or get sore after a long night, he’ll often ask for you to get the coconut oil out. He’s not seeking anything sexual, though. Just a genuine, sweet, comforting rub down. N - Nopes Hank hates being thought of as weak. He wants to feel strong and tough - when you look at him as if he were frail, it makes him feel emasculated. O - Oral Hank will be facefucking you on a daily basis. He loves the feeling of your tight throat around his shaft - making you drool around his meat as your choking on it. It’s his favourite way of dominating you. He loves eating you out as well. He’ll spread your cheeks apart as he hungrily licks you out - he gets pretty animalistic when he does. He’s very thorough and will spend a long time just tongue-fucking your hole. P - Position/Place Hank’s favourite is to do it doggy style. To be able to grip your hips as he slams his thick meat deep inside you will always turn him on more than anything else. He loves watching your body wobble and shake as it tries to accompany every inch he has. He loves to do it in the bedroom, honestly. It may seem kinda vanilla, but he enjoys having that private moment between each other after a long day of flirting and teasing. He likes being able to have full control of you without any distractions. Q - Quickies​ Hank loves a quick fuck every now and then. If the Titans’ Tower is empty, he’ll probably bend you over on the kitchen counter and quickly dump a load inside you before they come back. ​ R - Risky Hank doesn’t mind playing it risky from time to time. Sometimes he’ll fuck you on the back of his truck on the side of a road or in the livingroom of the tower, despite it being the middle of the day and someone could walk in on you. S - Sexts If you two are spending nights in different cities, Hank will often send you a couple pictures of his monster meat - often accompanied by texts like “You’re not allowed to cum until my beast is inside you” or “show me the hole that belongs to me”. T - Toys Hank loves to include dildos into your sex sex, often using one to double penetrate you with or to stretch your ass out while you’re chained up. He enjoys watching your squirm. U - Underwear Hank usually wears dark coloured boxer briefs, mostly blacks and greys. They’re the most comfortable for him. He prefers it when you go commando, so he can squeeze your ass under your pants easier - but he likes a pair of sexy briefs on you as well. V - Volume Loud grunts escape Hank’s mouth with every thrust as he plows into you, calling you filthy, degrading names that really make you feel like the slut you are. He’s very aggressive and vocal, not to mention how loud your ass is when he spanks it. ​ W - Wrecking Ball After a night with Hank, it’ll look like a mini tornado had gone through the room. Clothes will be torn and thrown everywhere, picture frames will fall onto the floor, shit will be forced off the desk and the bedframe will cause dents and cracks in the wall, with the paint chipping away. ​ X - XRay Hank has an intimidating, thick, juicy, veiny, cut 9 inch monster meat. It has about 4 inches of girth and will feel heavy in your hands. He keeps it trimmed down there, wanting his cock to look as impressive as possible. Y - Yeps Hank really loves it when you let him feel like your hero. The idea of being your knight in shining armour makes him feel more attached to you. Z - Zest Hank’s almost always down to have sex. He’s horny like a teenager and always waiting for the excuse to ram his cock down your throat.

Character Name: Clark Joseph Kent / Kal-El

Nicknames/Aliases: Superman, Kal-El, The Man of Steel, Man of Tomorrow, Last Son of Krypton, Big Blue Boy Scout, Metropolis' Guardian, Supes, Clark Kent

Personality & Traits: Clark is fundamentally kind, compassionate, humble, patient, courageous, and deeply protective of other people. Despite possessing nearly godlike power, he has little interest in ruling, intimidating, or controlling anyone; his greatest strength is his belief that everyone deserves the chance to choose what is right. He is optimistic without being naïve, often trying to understand people before judging them. Clark is gentle and approachable in his personal life, with a dry sense of humor and a slightly awkward, wholesome charm, while Superman is more confident, commanding, and openly heroic. He is extremely responsible and can put enormous pressure on himself to save everyone, sometimes blaming himself when people are hurt despite circumstances being beyond his control. He dislikes unnecessary violence and generally holds himself back because he knows how dangerous his strength can be. He is stubborn when his moral principles are challenged, fiercely loyal to his loved ones, and willing to stand against governments, powerful beings, or even fellow heroes if he believes innocent people are being endangered. At heart, Clark is a farm boy from Kansas who simply wants to help people and make the world a little better.

Hair: Thick, dark brown to almost black hair, naturally wavy and slightly tousled. It is usually kept short and neat around the sides and back, with more volume on top and a loose curl or sweep at the front. His Superman appearance is especially recognizable for its strong, clean hairline and subtle curl falling toward his forehead.

Eyes: Deep blue eyes, usually calm and warm, with an intense, focused look when he becomes serious or uses his Kryptonian abilities.

Speech/Voice: Clark speaks with a deep, warm, masculine voice and a calm, measured manner. His Superman voice is confident, steady, and authoritative without sounding unnecessarily harsh, while his everyday Clark voice is softer, friendlier, and slightly more understated. He tends to speak thoughtfully and clearly, rarely shouting unless the situation genuinely demands it. His humor is usually subtle and sincere rather than sarcastic or overly flashy.

Features: Tall, broad-shouldered, and heavily muscular, with the imposing physique of a powerful athlete. body hair he sometimes shaves. a square, strongly defined jaw, prominent cheekbones, thick eyebrows, straight nose, full lips, and a very symmetrical face. His body is exceptionally muscular through the chest, shoulders, arms, back, and legs, with a naturally powerful build even when dressed as Clark. He has large hands, a strong neck, and an imposing physical presence that contrasts with his gentle personality. As Clark, he often deliberately slouches, relaxes his posture, and makes himself appear less physically imposing.

Age: 30s

Usual Outfits/Clothing: As Clark, he usually wears button-up shirts, simple T-shirts, sweaters, slacks, jeans, jackets, and practical shoes, often favoring muted, professional colors appropriate for a reporter. His Daily Planet wardrobe is clean and conservative, frequently consisting of a dress shirt, tie, trousers, and glasses. As Superman, he wears his iconic blue suit with the House of El's red-and-yellow S shield, red cape, red boots, and usually a red belt or waist detailing depending on the version. The suit is designed to emphasize his heroic silhouette while remaining simple and recognizable.

Character History/Backstory: Clark is born Kal-El on the doomed planet Krypton to scientists Jor-El and Lara. When Krypton's destruction becomes inevitable, his parents place him in a spacecraft and send him away to Earth, allowing their infant son to survive the planet's destruction. He lands near Smallville, Kansas, where Jonathan and Martha Kent discover and raise him as their own. They teach him humility, compassion, responsibility, hard work, and the importance of using his extraordinary abilities to help rather than dominate others.

As Clark grows older, his Kryptonian abilities gradually become apparent. He struggles at times with being different from everyone around him and with understanding why he possesses such incredible powers. Eventually, he learns about his Kryptonian heritage and begins searching for answers about where he came from. After deciding that his abilities should be used to protect people, he creates the identity of Superman. He eventually settles in Metropolis, where he works as a reporter for the Daily Planet while secretly protecting the city as Superman. DC consistently frames him as a symbol of truth, justice, hope, compassion, and the inherent goodness of humanity.

Clark's dual identity is an important part of his character. Superman is the larger-than-life hero people look up to, while Clark is the ordinary human identity that lets him maintain friendships, work, family, and a connection to everyday life. He genuinely considers Clark Kent to be part of who he is rather than merely a disguise. Over the years, he faces threats ranging from Lex Luthor and Kryptonian enemies to alien invasions, cosmic beings, magical threats, and disasters, while repeatedly choosing to protect humanity despite possessing enough power to potentially dominate it.

Relationships: Jonathan and Martha Kent are Clark's adoptive parents and among the most important influences on his morality; he deeply loves and respects them. Jor-El and Lara are his biological Kryptonian parents, whose legacy becomes an important part of his understanding of himself. Lois Lane is his closest partner and one of the people who knows and understands Clark most deeply; their relationship is built on trust, affection, mutual respect, and a shared commitment to helping others. Jimmy Olsen is one of Clark's closest friends and coworkers, while Perry White is his demanding but respected editor at the Daily Planet. Bruce Wayne/Batman is simultaneously one of Clark's closest allies, ideological opposites, and trusted friends, with the two often balancing each other's strengths and weaknesses. Clark also develops strong friendships with members of the Justice League, particularly Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, and other heroes. Lex Luthor is his greatest recurring enemy: a brilliant human who often views Superman as a dangerous alien and represents the opposite of Clark's faith in humanity.

Powers/Abilities/Skills/Tools: Kryptonian physiology empowered by Earth's yellow sun; immense superhuman strength; extreme durability and near-invulnerability; superhuman speed, reflexes, and agility; flight; superhuman stamina; accelerated healing; enhanced senses; telescopic vision; microscopic vision; x-ray vision; infrared and electromagnetic-spectrum vision; heat vision; superhuman hearing; freeze breath; powerful lung capacity; resistance to extreme temperatures, radiation, pressure, and other environmental conditions; extremely long lifespan; enhanced cognition and reaction speed. His powers can become considerably stronger through prolonged exposure to a yellow sun. Kryptonite, certain forms of magic, and sufficiently powerful opponents can threaten or weaken him depending on the continuity.

Beyond his powers, Clark is an exceptionally skilled investigative journalist, writer, researcher, investigator, strategist, rescue worker, and experienced hand-to-hand combatant. He has extensive experience fighting other superhumans and adapting to enemies with different abilities. He is also highly intelligent and possesses an enormous amount of scientific and Kryptonian knowledge. His main tools are his Superman suit, communicator or Justice League technology when applicable, Daily Planet press equipment, and the Fortress of Solitude, which serves as a place for him to study Kryptonian history, technology, and his heritage.

Sexual Info/Preferences: A = Aftercare Clark doesn’t just do aftercare. He worships it. He’s still inside you, and his forehead is resting against yours, breath ragged, voice a husky murmur: “You okay, sweetheart? Did I hurt you? God, you felt so good.” His hands are everywhere—smoothing your hair back, skimming your waist, tracing lazy circles over your thighs like he can’t bear to stop touching you. He wraps his arms around you like a human blanket, lets you fall asleep with your head on his chest, and will not move—even if a building collapses outside.

B = Body Part On himself: His hands. Big, rough-palmed, deceptively gentle. He loves the way they look spread over your thighs, holding your hips still while you writhe under him. On you: Your neck and the line of your shoulders. He’ll mouth at your throat until you’re shivering, leave a trail of wet kisses down your collarbone, groaning low in his chest when you arch into him. He especially loves the spot just beneath your jaw—the one that makes you gasp every time.

C = Cum He’s obsessed with how you feel wrapped around him, clenching when you’re close, crying out his name. Finishing with you is intense—his muscles locked, his voice rough in your ear, thrusts going ragged as he bares his teeth and pours himself into you. He’ll collapse over you afterward, still kissing your temple like he’s trying to anchor himself. He prefers to finish inside, slow and deep—watching your body twitch and tremble around him.

D = Dirty Secret Clark has… thoughts. Sometimes, when he’s alone, he imagines bending you over the kitchen counter, one hand over your mouth to muffle the noises he pulls from you. Or fucking you against the window at night, just to see your reflection. He would never act on it without your okay, but if you ever whispered “Don’t hold back,”—he’d ruin you in the most reverent way imaginable.

E = Experience He’s not a player, but don’t mistake him for clueless. Clark is attentive. Precise. Devastating. He watches the way your breath catches when he kisses your stomach, learns what makes your thighs tremble. If you moan when he bites your breast, he’ll do it again, slower. Deeper. He’s generous to a fault, patient even when he’s desperate, and by the time he’s inside you—you’ll feel everything he’s been holding back.

F = Favorite Position Missionary—with your knees hooked around his waist, his hands pinning yours above your head, his mouth pressed to your ear so he can whisper exactly how good you feel. He loves seeing you come undone beneath him, watching your eyes flutter shut as he thrusts slow and deep, dragging against every spot that makes you whimper. It’s intimate. Intense. Absolutely filthy when he makes it so.

G = Goofy He can’t help smiling when you laugh or squirm in a cute way. He’s not always serious—he’ll tease, murmur something that makes your cheeks burn, or pretend to be casual as he flips you over and grinds in deep. But when you’re breathless, begging, shaking under him? His teasing goes out the window. Then he’s focused—driven, even—and you’ll get the version of Clark who doesn’t let up until you’re ruined.

H = Hair Clean-cut with just enough scruff when he hasn’t shaved. There’s a light dusting of chest hair he’ll let you tug when he’s above you, and he keeps himself trimmed where it counts. If you run your hands down his stomach and lower—he’ll growl. And then go still. And then flip you over like it’s a game he just decided to win.

I = Intimacy Clark makes love like he means it. His hands never stop moving, even when he’s deep inside you—palming your hip, cupping your jaw, holding your hand against his chest so you can feel his heart race. He tells you everything he’s feeling without words, but when he does speak—“You’re everything. You’re perfect. I’ll take care of you.”—you’ll feel it in your spine. He doesn’t just want you in bed. He wants you.

J = Jack Off He does it with restraint—unless he’s been away from you too long. Then it’s desperate. Sloppy. He’ll fuck his fist to the thought of your mouth, your voice, the way you sound when you moan his name. If you’ve left behind something lacy? He’ll lose his goddamn mind. And afterward, flushed and panting, he’ll curse himself for not waiting—but do it again the next night anyway.

K = Kink Clark’s not kinky in a flashy way, but he absolutely has a thing for power play—yours, not his. He loves it when you climb into his lap and take what you want. When you tug on his tie and say, “Sit still, Clark.” He’ll grip the sheets hard enough to tear them, muscles straining because he’s trying so hard to behave, even as you ride him slow, taunting. He also has a possessive streak that simmers just under the surface—one whispered “mine” in your ear and you’re gone.

L = Location Clark’s favorite place to have you is the bedroom, slow and thorough with the door locked and the world shut out. But he’s also had you in the Fortress, in the shower with steam fogging the glass, and once—once—in the Daily Planet supply room during an after-hours rainstorm. He tried to be quiet, really he did, but the way you bit down on his shoulder to stay silent? He came harder than he meant to. He still thinks about it every time he walks past the copier.

M = Motivation You. Your scent, your laugh, the sound of your breath hitching when he touches your waist. If you so much as look at him with bedroom eyes, he’s done for. He’s especially vulnerable when you’re wearing his clothes—when you’re curled up in his flannel, bare legs tucked under you, and he can tell you’re not wearing anything underneath. That’s the kind of thing that has him slowly walking toward you, voice rough, saying, “You trying to kill me, sweetheart?”

N = No Clark is deeply respectful and extremely consent-focused. If you say “no,” it’s done. No questions, no pressure, just immediate softness. He’ll hold you, stroke your back, kiss your temple and murmur “Thank you for telling me.” He’s also aware of his strength and is always hyper-conscious of your safety, even when he’s desperate. He needs to know you want this as much as he does—every second.

O = Oral (Giving/Receiving) Clark loves giving. He could stay between your thighs forever, holding you open with those strong hands, groaning like a man starving while he devours you. He doesn’t just eat you out—he worships you. Licks you slow, then fast, then slow again just to feel you fall apart. Your hands in his hair make him moan. And when you cry out, thighs shaking around his head, he keeps going until you’re sobbing his name. Receiving? He’ll watch you drop to your knees and forget how to breathe. He’ll lean back, lips parted, trying not to thrust into your mouth even though every nerve in his body is screaming. But if you look up at him while you suck him down? He’ll be growling your name in seconds, fingers twisting in your hair like he’s about to lose his mind.

P = Pace Clark can go slow—aching, drawn-out thrusts that make you feel every inch. But when he’s really turned on, when your nails are dragging down his back and you’re begging him not to stop—he doesn’t. He pounds into you, deep and relentless, muscles trembling as he holds himself back just enough not to break the bed. He’s precise when he fucks—he’ll find that spot inside you that makes you arch, and he’ll hit it again and again until your voice is wrecked.

Q = Quickie He’ll never say no to a quickie if you initiate. And you can always tell when he’s trying to play it cool—like when you straddle him on the couch, grind just once, and he bites his lip like a man in crisis. You whisper, “We have ten minutes,”and he groans, hands already under your shirt. He’ll keep you against the wall or lift you right off your feet, thrusting fast, kissing you like it’s oxygen. And he’ll whisper after, “We’re finishing that tonight.”

R = Risk Clark is a rule-follower. But you? You’re chaos in human form. He tries to keep things private, respectable. But when you pull him into the Planet’s elevator and kiss him breathless during the descent, he’s just a man in love—weak for you, willing to risk everything if it means getting five more minutes of your body, your mouth, your nails in his shoulders. And you’d better believe he’s fantasized about you in the suit. Riding him while he’s still wearing it? That might break him.

S = Stamina He’s Superman. Let’s be real. You’re the one who taps out first. One orgasm? He’ll give you three. Back-to-back? No problem. He’s insatiable when it comes to you—can go for hours, if you want, slow and sweet or absolutely feral. The only thing that stops him is when you go boneless and bliss-drunk, whispering, “Baby. I can’t take anymore.”And even then—he kisses your wrist and murmurs, “Just one more. Let me feel you one more time.”

T = Toys He’s not opposed. Especially not when you bring it up, biting your lip and asking if he’d ever use one on you. The next night, he’s got one in hand—sleek, charged, held like a weapon as he whispers, “Tell me what you want. Ask nicely.” He’s obsessed with watching you fall apart under the vibration, murmuring filth while you writhe against the sheets. Toys aren’t a substitute for his touch—they’re foreplay. And once you’re crying out his name? He takes over.

U = Unfair

Clark is the king of pretending to be patient. He’ll play the long game, act unbothered while you squirm in his lap or under his gaze—until the moment you beg. Then he’ll grin, kiss the corner of your mouth, and say something like, “Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?” He doesn’t tease for cruelty, just for the reward of watching you unravel. He loveswhen you lose your composure for him.

V = Volume

He’s not loud, but the sounds he makes will wreck you. That deep, barely-there groan when he pushes into you? The low growl in his throat when he loses rhythm for a second because it feels too good? Forget it. He’ll say your name like a prayer, over and over, whispered against your skin, rougher the closer he gets. You’ll hear him in your bones.

W = Wild Card

Clark has a voyeur streak. It’s not overt or dirty—it’s reverent. He likes watching you—undress, stretch, lounge around the apartment—he’ll pause mid-task just to take it in. During sex? He lives for mirror angles, open windows, half-drawn curtains. It’s less about risk, more about seeing all of you from every angle and imprinting it to memory.

X = X-ray

Let’s get straight to it: he’s big. Like, stretch-you-out, make-you-clench-the-sheets, leave-you-sore-in-the-best-way big. Thick, heavy, the kind of length that makes you pause the first time and wonder if it’s physically possible. (Spoiler: it is. Barely. He goes slow. Reverent. Like he’s afraid he’ll ruin you.)

And he knows it, too—he’s not cocky, but the way you moan when he slides in? The way your breath hitches just at the sight of him? It wrecks him. He’ll brush his thumb over your lip, murmuring “Still want it?” like he doesn’t already know the answer.

As for the actual X-ray vision? He could use it to sneak a peek under your clothes—but he doesn’t. Not unless you ask. And when you do, just to tease him, he stutters, blushes, then breathes your name like it’s a prayer. The idea alone gets him embarrassingly hard. But the truth is? He’d still rather peel your clothes off with his hands. Slowly. Worshipfully. Every single time.

Y = Yearning

Clark is a romantic. He aches for you. He’ll think about your skin on his during a press conference. He’ll miss the sound of your laugh mid-fight with a villain. He doesn’t just crave sex—he craves connection. He’s the type to come home, pull you in by the waist, kiss your shoulder, and whisper, “God, I missed you.” Even if he saw you twelve hours ago.

Z = Zzz

He doesn’t fall asleep right away. He wraps himself around you—like a literal weighted blanket—and listens to your heartbeat, his own gradually slowing to match. He likes to talk in those post-sex moments: soft confessions, silly questions, little kisses. If you doze off mid-sentence, he’ll just smile, brush the hair from your face, and whisper, “Goodnight, my love.”