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Between two Gods: 3-Breeding

It seems like I'm only ever working on projects that you guys can't read yet. So, while you all wait, here is another part of the BtG series. (Yes, it's a series now!)

Paring: Alpha!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader x Alpha! Clark Kent

Summary: After being cooped up for weeks, you take an unauthorised trip. Unfortunately, you're caught in your heat in the middle of a grocery store.

Warnings: A/B/O, mating, breeding, threesome, oral sex (both male and female receiving) P in V. Mxm, mxmxw, afab!reader, possessive!Thor, possessive!Clark, guys kissing, rutting, knotting

Word Count: 1,6k words

Part 1-Part 2

You consider it an overreaction; your mates consider it just. How were you supposed to know? Your heat wasn’t expected to happen for another week! And you were beyond frustrated sitting at home alone all day.  

With their busy working schedules and the occasional off-planet endeavours, they vowed that at least one of them would be home. And in the mornings, you would kiss the one (or both) that are home goodbye. They had you on strict house arrest after admitting you’re ready for pups.  

 You had stopped taking the heat blockers the day you quit your job. Although both your mates insisted that you didn’t need it. But working a job in a lab surrounded only by men, you begged to differ. And now your mates have you sitting here waiting for your heat.  

However, with each passing day you grew antsy and today you decided enough was enough. It would be quick, less than a few hours you’re sure of it. You had a meeting with your realtor, (after Thor and Clark had been putting it off) then you’d go to the store. Just for some snacks.  

Now, you’re starting to regret it. You can feel the sweat run down your back and the freezer aisle does little to help. Not to mention the hum and the buzzing lights and the smell of raw meat are so overwhelming to your senses. You feel ready to throw up with sensory overload and guilt above all else.  

You should have listened to them! There’s always a reason for everything they do. They were thinking straighter than you and should’ve known, better than you, that your first heat off the pills would be out of schedule. Now, you’re stuck, feeling as though you’re being boiled from the inside out.  

A groan escapes you and you can’t help but lean on the deep freeze. Eventually, your knees give in and you find yourself on the floor. You fumble with your phone, but you can feel your thighs clench when you hear Clark’s voice. “My love?” All you can do is whimper into the phone. You can hear him shuffle.  

“I’ll be right there. Try to find a bathroom and hide.” His instructions are clear and his use of his Alpha voice made your body move so much easier. You abandon your shopping cart, seeing the men in the aisle already staring at you and the cramps are already coming.  

Though the farthest you seem to be able to make it is just around the corner behind the shopping centre. You groaned, not only in pain but frustration too. This is not where you wanted this to happen. Not next to the garbage bin and the manhole.  

One of the perks of having superhero mates is their sheer speed. You know it’s Clark by the mating bond throbbing along with the well in your legs. You can feel his big hands wrap around you and pull you closer to his body. “How’d you find me?” You ask, wrapping your legs around his waist.  

You can’t help but rub yourself against him, like a dog looking for any sort of friction. You can feel his cock ready to fuck you silly and his nose in your neck. “I could smell you from the other side of the world.” He explains with a deep inhale on your mating gland.  

“Hold on.” Clark commands, but you know good and well that he and Thor would be dead before they dropped you. And luckily for you, you were home before you even realised you were in the air. All you feel is the bed and pillows all around you.  

Not that it’s enough, the usually soft sheets now feel like nails to your skin. “Please, Alpha, please,” you mutter out, reaching out to Clark but he seems to be fighting with himself. The kitchen counter of your bachelor flat is getting the grunt of it, being left in pieces on the floor.  

“I can’t, I’m sorry little omega.” Superman paces between you and abusing the kitchen aisle. You turn onto your stomach, burying your nose into their cushion. You can feel your hips roll onto the sheets. Your legs quiver and your hands travel your own body.  

You can feel the slick between your legs and the damn pool you’ve made on the bed. Your gushy inside barely reacts to your own fingers anymore, spoiled by your mates' thick digits and fat cocks. Your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead, there seems to be no end to the fever working its way through your body.  

“Kal...”  

You swear you can hear his teeth grinding. Your smell is driving him crazy, but he made a promise to Thor. This promise is getting harder and harder to keep. His instincts are driving him crazy, screaming at him more than ever to break you apart. To make you swell with his seed.  

It seems Rao heard him because the next second Thor slams open the door. He can see the absolute state Clark is in.  He grabs him by the neck and their tongues combine. “God, she smells divine,” Thor mutters, dropping his hammer with a loud thud.  

The noise makes you jump and then turn on your back again. “You can have her first. A prize for waiting, for being such a good little boy.” Thor peppers kisses and bites on Kal’s mating gland. Then he gives him a good smack on the ass, and the Kryptonian wastes no time.  

He rips each layer of his clothes off. His suit is discarded just as quick as he removes your clothes. Clark’s nose is in between your thighs. He laps up your sweet and overpowering smell. His cool tongue on your hot core makes you gasp.  

You clench your thighs shut, or at least try to. You fail spectacularly, his arms are like a cage and there is no way to escape. Each breath on your sizzling mound and a lick of your sticky insides cools and fuels your heat. Your hand grabs his curls and pushes him in closer, anything for more.  

Meanwhile, Thor carefully takes off each of his many layers of armour. His cock is hard as a rock, he can’t take his eyes off you. You can tell too. Seeing his dick spring free from his tight Asgardian armour makes your core pull tighter.  

The Kryptonian can tell too. His tongue is buried deep into you and his nose hits your clit just right. Soon, you’re gushing all over his face and he eats it up. Your eyes are lidded after your loud needy moans of release. Thor takes you by the chin, “Just look at that face, pretty boy.” 

The man with the dark hair lets out a chuckle. He then grabs you by the waist and flips you over. Clark brings up your ass so that you’re on your hands and knees. He places kisses down your back and you can feel his cock teasing your slit.  

“You can’t possibly think we’re done.” He coos at you, taunting your clit. Not to mention, Thor’s huge dick is at the cusp of your lips. His hand is wrapped around your hair, waiting for Kal to make the first move. As soon as he does, you’re penetrated from both sides.  

Tears fill your eyes as Thor hits the back of your throat. They’re so intertwined with each other; their rhythms match perfectly. Your heat makes every part of you so sensitive. You can feel them so deep inside you and it feels like heaven itself. And somehow, they still manage to make out over you while thrusting into you.  

Their heavy hands and wet, dirty words send you over the edge. You clench tighter around Clark and can feel how he too cums within you. How he paints your walls with his seed. His knot grows as his feathers of white-hot liquid flow from him.  

Thor too continues his mission of face-fucking you until he loses himself. He forces you to swallow his sickly-sweet seed. Over and over until you’re overflowing from the top. Luckily Clark’s knot keeps his litres of cum inside of you.  

“Don’t worry, Princess, soon you’ll be round with our seed.” Thor coos pulling out and watching as you splutter on his cum. “Don’t forget, she still needs to be punished,” Kal replies, still rutting into your womb. “What for?” The Prince asks, not knowing about you going out.  

“This one went on a little field trip. I can still smell that fucking realtor on you. And you know we want you only eating organic.” Their conversation seems so casual. As if Clark isn’t balls deep inside you. Thor’s brows furrow, “You went to talk to that man without us?”  

The god’s eyes grow dark, “You’re right, pretty boy. He smells fucking vile.” Thor grabs you by your hair and pulls you up to meet his now stormy eyes. You have no response for him, only batting your thick eyelashes. “As soon as she’s bred, I’m taking her to Asgard.”  

The other alien nods in agreement. “You too, I want you both under watch.” Thor commands, not expecting disagreement. “The people of earth-” Clark goes to fight, still feeling bonded by duty. “The mortals will be taken care of. There are many other guardians here.” The god uses his Alpha voice, making things final. 

“Well look at that, little omega, looks like we’re going to space.” Clark sighs out, finally pulling out of you. He stuffs pillows underneath your stomach and ass. Making sure to keep the cum deep inside you.  

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Can you do a Clark Kent, with a mate? Maybe she gets jealous of Lois but doesn’t know why; an to get over him she tries to go out with another guy but Clark is like no. Your mine.

.⋆｡Office Crushes｡⋆.

Alpha!Clark Kent x omega!plus size reader

Little bit of Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

Your best friend has an office crush that seems to be becoming something more, maybe you should get your own office romance but not because you’re jealous- obviously

Warnings: a/b/o, jealousy, mutual pining, idiots in love, little bit of angst, protective!clark, fluff

WC: 3.1k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

It was quite common for any office to have its workers develop a sort of infatuation with each other. A confined space where you spend upwards of 40 hours a week with the same people, feelings are destined to arise, especially when it’s such a large mixture of alphas, betas and omegas. Hormones tend to go wild.

You were proud that you had never developed an office crush, knowing how disastrous it could be if the relationship ended, but you doubted your best friend could say the same. Clark had a big heart that he always wore on his sleeve and tended to attract a lot of romantic interest from practically everyone in the office. And apparently, Lois Lane was the lucky one who finally caught his eye.

A strange churning in your stomach began as you looked over the wall of your cubicle and spotted Clark leaning on the small kitchen counter, head thrown back in laughter as Lois chuckled over her now full cup of coffee. You know you should have seen it from a mile away- they were constantly paired up for articles, their chemistry was unmatched and they were by far the most attractive people in the office. You had even teased Clark on occasion for how often he met up with her after hours for some new lead, calling them dates.

Evidently, you were right. And for some reason, it was really bothering you. You felt physical disgust as Clark bent down to whisper something into the smaller omega’s ear and down right nausea as she placed a hand onto his broad chest to steady herself.

You swallowed down the bitter emotions and forced yourself to return to editing your article though a sour taste remained on your tongue. Maybe it was finally time to get your own office crush and the perfect opportunity had just landed in your inbox.

‘Bruce Wayne Interview- I trust you’ll get this done professionally’. You bit your lip at the offer, not only would an interview with Gotham’s golden boy boost your career, but whenever you had encountered the alpha before, he had always asked you out and you had always brushed him off. It was a win-win for you, and maybe it would stop the inexplicable rage you felt when you looked up and saw the goofy grin on Clark’s face as he sat back down at his desk.

Your nose wrinkled as you caught Lois’s scent clinging to him. Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you quickly sent a response back to your boss, accepting the offer. 

You just needed a distraction and then everything would go back to normal.

——————

The tension in the conference room at the top of Wayne Enterprise was so thick you swore you could cut it with a butter knife. You cleared your throat and tugged down your pencil skirt, over-aware of just how high it sat on your plump thighs as you reclined in one of the many expensive seats in the room. 

Bruce’s eyes flicked down to where your hands were curled into the material of the skirt and then back to your eyes but not before stopping very briefly at your lips. “Mr Wayne-“ You began again, glancing at your notepad. The small talk had gone well as did the customary chit chat about any new scandal he happened to have instigated and the photos of the both of you for the article.

“Bruce please, I think we’re far beyond that now.” He winked and you swore that his tone held a bit of a teasing purr. Your stomach flipped at the blatant attention from the alpha but it quickly dropped as yet another wave of thick, bitter scent filled the room making you cringe away from the other man standing to the side.

Through a series of several unfortunate events, your usual photographer had fallen ill and his stand-in got hired from right under the company and left so the only person that even had the slightest bit of talent with a camera in the office was forced to come with you today for shots of the billionaire. And in the worst stroke of luck, that person happened to be the very man that ‘inspired’ you to take the job in the first place.

Clark shifted on his feet and you barely repressed an eye roll. He had been very vocal in his disapproval of the whole thing given how often the mogul had put the moves on you but none of his arguments had done anything to deter you, instead they only fuelled the fire.

Bruce’s jaw clenched and you watched in fascination as the muscles beneath his skin moved, although they were not nearly as impressive as Clark’s (you would never admit that out loud). “Well Bruce,” He beamed at you, “Wayne Enterprises has just introduced a new product line that promises to ease the severe heats often experienced by omegas, my question for you is, what about this product is so different from all others on the market that promise the same things yet all others have failed?”

The alpha leaned back in his seat, his muscular thighs spreading slightly, instantly drawing your gaze to the thick bulge that was perfectly hugged by the material of his pants. Your eyes immediately flicked back up to him but given the smirk on his lips, Bruce knew exactly what he was doing. 

“I’m actually quite proud of my team for this, they’ve worked tirelessly on development for years and I believe that it really shows. While other products are usually prescribed by doctors in the forms of ointments and perfumes that mimic the scent of an alpha, which almost never work by the way, we have gone in a totally new direction. Instead, omegas can buy these pouches at any pharmacy and when heated, they give off the scent of a pup.” Bruce gestured to the small bags that were barely the size of your palm that sat on the table next to him. They gave the appearance of a miniature version of a microwavable heat pack but he was right, if you concentrated hard enough, you could smell the mixture of milk and flowers that all babies had.

“It is common knowledge that the presence of pups actually help to lessen the effects of a heat whereas the scent of an alpha is far more complex to manufacture and can actually make an omega’s heat worse if they don’t have any other-“ he paused then, his smirk growing as the room seemed to grow smaller, “-tools to help them through it.” You barely suppressed a squeak and quickly ducked your head as if you were checking your notes once more.

You gathered yourself for a moment then spoke again, missing the way that Clark was glaring at the other alpha over your shoulder. “And how affordable are these products?”

“Wayne Enterprises are donating 2 million to women’s shelters throughout Gotham and we plan to sell them for less than $10.” As if anticipating your next question, Bruce licked his lips and continued. “While it is not feasible to gain a profit from such a low price, I would rather give them away to the people that need it but I do have a board that I have to listen to… sometimes.” He winked at you.

Heat crawled up your neck and settled onto your full cheeks. You squeezed your thighs together though you weren’t quite sure if it was because you were attempting to feign arousal or keep him from looking up your skirt. You laid a hand onto your notebook, shutting off your recorder, as you leaned forwards and offered him your other one. “Thank you for being so open to this interview, you have been a hard man to pin down.”

You could feel the way Clark’s body seized as Bruce’s smirk grew and his eyes twinkled deviously. “If it’s by you miss Y/L/N, I would gladly be pinned down any time.” He shook your hand with a firm grip, letting the tips of his fingers brush against your wrist. “For an interview that is.”

He rose to his feet and politely helped you to yours, steadying you with a hand on your waist as you wobbled on your heels. Once he was sure that you were steady, he ducked down and grabbed one of the unopened boxes of Heat Helpers (quite the cheesy name in your opinion) and gave it to you, along with a small piece of cardstock. “Why don’t you take this, a thank you for a great conversation.”

You flipped over the piece of paper to reveal a phone number scrawled on in pen. You gave him a questioning look to which he chuckled. “My number, if you ever want to have a one-on-one with me, with or without the tape recorder.” 

You swallowed thickly and stuttered out some kind of polite response before Clark ushered you out of the room, muttering under his breath about being in a time crunch. You were barely able to catch one last, “Anytime miss Y/L/N” before the heavy door slammed shut and you were quite literally pushed into the awaiting elevator by your friend.

As soon as the doors were shut, you were on him. “What was that all about?” You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a scrutinising look. Clark refused to make eye contact with you, instead he stared at the elevator doors like he was willing them to open.

“He was flirting with you.” You rolled your eyes and looked away from the tall alpha. “And you let him.”

“So what? He’s attractive and available, as am I. It was only natural.” Clark’s shoulders tensed, his grip on his camera tightening until his knuckles turned white. The confined space was now filled with a bitter scent that made your stomach drop and your omega howl in displeasure.

“Why are you so concerned about this, Clark?”

The elevator doors opened with a ping and he quickly walked out. “It’s nothing.” He said and you knew you weren’t going to get anything else out of him until he decided he was done throwing a tantrum.

——————

“So have you called him?” Lois was leaning against the bar next to you, her drink half empty but the flush on her cheeks told you that it wasn’t the first one of the night. 

“Called who?” She rolled her eyes like it was obvious.

“Bruce Wayne! He obviously wants you too, I saw the photos Clark took. He’s fucking—what’s the word— enamoured!” You scoff behind your tumbler of whiskey which you had been nursing since Perry gave it to you an hour ago. The whole office had gathered at the bar down the road for an end-of-workweek drink and against your better judgement, you had decided to join.

Clark had been convinced into joining a game of pool, leaving you without anyone to talk to but it’s not like he would anyway. For some stupid reason, the alpha had been giving you the silent treatment for days and it was really starting to piss you off. You regarded Lois with a look but she was far too tipsy to get it.

“He was just flirting, he does it with everybody.” You dismissed it but she scoffed.

“Then why did he ask Perry for your personal number?” Your head snapped up, your eyes wide. “Clark didn’t tell you?” Evidently, your wide open mouth and lack of a verbal response told her everything she needed to know. Suddenly, Lois was very sober, a serious expression on her face.

“We were in a meeting with Perry the day after the interview and Wayne just strolled in like he fucking owned the place. He said how great you were and that he was hoping to get your number for a follow-up interview sometime soon. Clark said he would handle it, I assumed that he would have talked to you.” Her gaze travelled over to said man. “Shit I guess he didn’t.”

You slammed back the rest of your drink and without any sort of conscious thought, stormed over to the group of men huddled around the pool table. “Where the fuck do you get off Kent?” You snarled. Immediately all of the men seemed to find their phones incredibly interesting.

“I’m sorry?” He asked in that way too polite way he did that really meant ‘what the fuck is the matter with you’ but you were having none of it.

“Why didn’t you tell me Bruce asked for my number?” 

“There’s a lot of Bruces in the world, you’ll have to be more specific.” He dismissed.

Anger flared in your gut. “You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about.” You snarled, making Clark stand up straight and meet your eyes. In the dim light of the bar, his expression was far darker than you had ever seen before as aggravation rolled off of his powerful body in waves. “You had no right to keep something like that from me!”

“I had every right! He was just going to use you and then never talk to you again! I was protecting you!” 

“I didn’t ask you to!” The bar went completely silent as Clark visibly flinched but you were far too upset to care. “You know what, I’m done.” You raised your hands in surrender as you turned and pushed through the stunned crowd, your anger slowly trickling away into sadness.

The night air was like a punch in the gut but it also eased the tenseness in your shoulders. Taking a deep breath, you willed yourself not to cry. It wasn’t like you were in love with Bruce, but even if you were, Clark’s blatant disapproval of him and his distrust in your decisions made you feel incredibly small. And it was breaking your heart.

He was your best friend, he was supposed to be supportive if not a little teasing about your choice in men. He was supposed to console you when things went wrong, not say ‘I told you so’. Why did he get to control your love life while you could only sit back and watch him fall in love with someone else?

Your feet carried you further and further from the bar as the urge to sob was quickly becoming overwhelming. “Y/N!” You turned in time to see Clark throw open the door, the light from inside spilling out onto the street as he endeavoured to chase you.

“Leave me alone!” You cried or at least tried to, but then suddenly, the air was knocked from your lungs and you were looking up at the stars.

The shrill screech of a speeding car came from somewhere on your left as bright headlights illuminated the mass of a man above you before the sound was in the distance and darkness folded over you both. His weight kept you pinned to the slightly damp grass and you had the vague thought that you must be in a park of some kind, even though just a second ago you were standing on a sidewalk- or was it the street?

“Are you okay?” That was Clark’s voice but he had been so far away from you. “Omega?” He sounded distressed and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why.

“Say something!” His huge hands were planted by your head and it was only when one of them cupped your cheek did you find your voice again.

“Clark?” His whole body sagged with relief and he let his forehead rest against yours.

“Thank god. I thought I didn’t get to you in time. The car came out of nowhere and you were so close.” You turned your head away from him, your eyes focusing on the bar… that was across the street… a block away. The glint of something in the grass catches your attention, Clark’s glasses. 

He looked so different without them and all your confused mind could think was just how blue his eyes were when they were unobscured by the glass. 

His button up shirt which was normally so perfectly done up was unbuttoned, exposing the tight material of something navy beneath. “What?” But you couldn’t get out anymore, not when he shifted his weight, exposing even more of what was covered by his shirt and you were stunned into silence.

The red ’S�� practically glowed as realisation dawned into you. His brows scrunched in confusion, following your gaze. “I- I can explain.” Your head spun as he yanked you to your feet, though his hands never left your skin like he needed the reassurance that you were still there.

“I was going to tell you but then I realised how much danger it would put you in and if you were hurt in any way because of me, I couldn’t even stand the thought. And then we had known each other for months and Lois said you would feel betrayed so I kept it a secret-“ You placed an open palm onto his chest, stopping him in his tracks. His mouth snapped shut with a click.

“Is this why you were acting so weird about Bruce? You thought he would hurt me because of you?” Your voice wobbled with emotions as your nails dug into his warm peck. 

Clark’s growl was shocking in its intensity. The vibrations shot up your arm as the ground shook beneath your feet with its power. “No, he would never even dare to fucking touch you. He knows who you belong to.” Your heart skipped a beat, this possessiveness was nothing you had ever seen from the soft-spoken reporter before. You knew that you should find it disgusting considering how he had been treating you but instead your veins filled with warmth.

“And who is it that I belong to? There’s no claiming mark on my neck.” His grip on your hips tightened which should have been a warning but the anger was quickly returning now that the foggy haze of danger had passed. “If I can remember correctly, you’ve been courting Lois, not me.”

“I’ve been asking her for advice on how to ask you out!” He said, exasperated. “I just couldn't find the perfect time to do it.”

“You’re an idiot.” You retorted before grabbing his black curls in a tight grip and yanking his mouth to yours. His body tensed but then quickly melted into you, groaning against your lips. 

Maybe you did have an office crush but it’s not like you’d actually admit it.

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please don't kill me mr ghostface (part 1)

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(Part 2 - coming soon!)

pairing: stalker!Miguel x f!reader, slight yandere undertones. (he's a murderer lowkey but very gentle and sweet and scary hot that's all guys I promise.)

summary: murders on campus. the odd toothbrush goes missing. what's new, honestly. life keeps ticking and you end up at a Halloween party somewhere you shouldn't. there, you meet a gorgeous man in a strange mask. he seems sweet, and all you're looking for is a bit of fun. what could go wrong?

warnings: 18+ , fingering, anal play (mig eats ass, send tweet!) , rimming, p in v, soft dom mig, some switchy + needy behaviour, mild threat of violence (not by mig), alcohol consumption. Minors DNI

a/n: 5k words of ignoring red flags. girl get a grip!

wc: 5.2k

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You look too good to feel this shitty. 

That's the thought you're left with, picking at flimsy spiderwebs draped on a sofa. Sandwiched between two couples making out like their life depends on it, of course, but that's beside the point. 

“Someone said there's CCTV of a guy walking out the building at 3am… seems a little convenient, if you ask me…”

There's a TV on in the background, barely cutting through the dense chatter. By this point, your eyes have glazed over, trying not to let them rattle around in your skull. Drunken conversation around you, and it's the same thing as always; long, winding tales of a campus killer - the kind out of a cheesy slasher. What the news says, officially, is that there weren't any links between those 3 bodies that turned up out on the playing field, an empty dorm, a supply closet; but it hasn't stopped people from indulging in wild speculation. 

“No, no, she just didn't turn up to my Econ class….I swear–” 

Stay in pairs. Don't walk alone at night. Whilst you think it's all tangential at best, you're not one to tempt fate. The gossip, you could do without. But it doesn't hurt to keep yourself safe, pepper spray nestled in your usual bag. 

Tonight, however, you've left it at home, thinking the friends you came with would be enough. Somewhere, somehow, they're off chugging shit beer and you're milling about the place and sinking into couch cushions. There's something sticky by the seat, and there's a crackle as you're jostled - the sharp edge of a stray elbow almost knocks your drink away. 

Fuck.

For one night only, you're a cheerleader. A short, short skirt and little top; it has you feeling overdressed. Even though you've left the pompoms at home, next to your taser; seemingly, you've read the mood wrong - stupidly assuming people would dress up for a Halloween party. As you make your way to the kitchen, tugging down your skirt here and there, that's all you can see; half-hearted costumes - cat ears, white sheets and flimsy masks. It feels like you stick out in comparison. You've gone all out, with nothing but the threat of a beer sodden lap for your trouble. 

It's a big house. Alpha-delta-phi, kappa-something-or-the-other; a frat with too much money and too much time on their hands. With all the doors you walk past, shallow thuds and thumping ringing out behind them, you're as good as lost. The best ragers this side of campus - as raved about by one of your friends. It feels like bucketfuls of horseshit right now, wandering around packed halls - and oh. Is that the same staircase? 

“ Fuck, watch it!” You clatter into the side of an arm, a t-shirt with a superman symbol emblazoned at the chest. He's pretty, but his features curl into a sudden sneer. 

" Sorry –" You start but he doesn't let you finish, wagging a thick finger in your face. 

There's a girl draped on his arm, merely watching as he shouts; loud over pumping music from the next room over. 

"Hey, dipshit , you gonna keep staring? Mouth open like a fucking fish– do you know how much this shit costs?" Your eyes are wide, as he gets closer - stinking of alcohol and pot and God knows what else. You're not drunk enough to entertain this, shirking away from confrontation. The room is hot, his breath is sticky , and–

He grabs your arm. Immediately you're trying to wrench yourself away, not daring to look into blown pupils. Clammy, his grip tightens on bare skin and your stomach churns. He's solid, bigger than you and unable to keep the anger out of his voice…. and fuck. You're scared. 

Fear, rising like bile at the back of your throat. Bitter and sharp, fear at the fact that there isn't anyone to help; that everyone else looks away and pretends that this isn't happening. Fear at the spittle that sprays from his mouth like poison, stinging skin. You screw your eyes shut, expecting a slap, a blow, or something worse and then… 

Thud. The hand around your wrist is no more, replaced by a gentle pat on your shoulder. Nothing lingering, just a light touch to get you to open your eyes; to see that guy on the floor, clutching at a swollen jaw and split lip. 

"You okay? " 

It's deep, muffled by a mask, and the figure in front of you has to crouch to be heard over incessant chatter. 

You're nodding, sheepishly, not trusting yourself to keep that edge out of your voice. 

Ghostface, the masked man, the only other person at this party properly dressed up; he only cocks his head in a gesture that says a thousand words. His robe pools around his wrists, thick fabric that you grab onto without thinking, grip just as tight as your would-be assailant. You don't even want to think about it, what could've happened if someone hadn't stepped in. It has you biting back tears, more shaken than you'd like to admit. 

"H-Hey, hey, easy…" He's rubbing little circles into your shoulder, hesitant. Your lip wobbles, ever so slightly, but he catches it, gently pulling you aside. 

There isn't a crowd. The stragglers, those that saw the display, barely look at the guy on the floor, scrambling to his feet and far away. In the meantime, you fight off tears and force yourself to flash a shaky smile. 

"Good. " You croak, taking his hands off your shoulders. "F-Fuck , I mean… I'm good. Thank you."

He doesn't quite budge, giving you that strange look again. At least, you think so, rearing up to his full height to cross his arms. Quiet incredulity, almost cartoonish, and it almost makes you laugh. Almost. 

"Let me get you a drink… some water, or something." He says, stretching out a gloved hand. Sensing your hesitance, he quickly adds, "... Please ."

Chewing your lip, you only have to think for a second before taking it, and you're led out through double doors. Your masked man is big; broad shouldered and hulking, cutting through the writhing mass with ease. It's just as well, you think, unable to sort through the tangle of things that rattle around in your head. You hate this fucking school, sometimes. Boys will be boys. Wear more appropriate clothing. Well, wasn't she just asking for it?  A culture of inaction; of hand-wringing and hand-waving… passing on the blame until three dead bodies show up on campus. 

That's one thing you have to thank the so-called serial killer for, at least. At least something might actually change around here. 

Empty, the kitchen is a mess, but nothing you wouldn't expect. Drink long gone; a distant memory spilled on a carpet, somewhere; you perch awkwardly around a counter, not knowing where to put your hands. Rattled, you've resorted to a glassy stare; stewing and festering and thinking so intensely it might frighten off your masked man. 

It doesn't. He merely taps you, a gentle elbow to your side and he offers you a glass of water. Weakly, you give him a smile, gulping up the liquid. 

"You here by yourself ?" He asks, muffled by plastic. 

You can't help it, eyes wide at the implication - a masked man, a killer on campus - and he must realise the way it sounds. 

In no time at all, he clarifies, "I just mean… fuck … is there someone I can call? So you're not alone."

It's a kind gesture. Kinder than you'd expect from a stranger. Slowly, you shake your head. 

"They ditched me about an hour ago." You give a bitter laugh. "Just me and you, Mr Ghostface."

And with that he laughs; deep and sonorous, causing heat to bloom at your chest. Despite yourself, you smile, and you swear you see a glint of something behind the mask. 

It has you itching for a drink. All of a sudden you make your way across the room, swiping at empty beer bottles and cans, rummaging around for some hard liquor. When you find it - a half empty bottle of something that smells like carpet cleaner and acetone - you're taking a swig, and offering it to the man across from you. It's sneaky, but you don't think he clocks your paltry attempt to see what he looks like under that mask. 

He shakes his head, hands up in defeat. 

"You sure?" Your voice is lilting, hazy around the edges. Creeping up closer, you press your body to his, taking another unceremonious gulp. Under that cloak - heavy, somewhat well made - you can feel him, lean and cut muscle that tenses as you get closer. 

Batting your eyelashes, you make full use of the cheerleader get-up, snaking a dainty hand to his side, and then up to the counter. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was ogling you, chest taught and tight at the way you feel against him. 

Or maybe, he's bored as shit. You wouldn't know - with the mask, and all. 

Wobbly, you clamber up onto the counter, helped up by a gentle hand at the small of your back… and oh. You like that: big, thick fingers that press into you, carefully tracing your waist… and why won't they go down a little further? Grab handfuls of the flesh at your thighs, your ass, everything in between? 

He's too conservative for that, you think. Nervous, too. Nevertheless, he slots between your thighs, big palms flat next to your ass. 

"I… I don't mind watching." He says, voice low. 

It makes you giggle as you drink, sweet and soft, and liquid dribbles past your lips, down to collarbone. Mr Ghostface is gentle, tracing a finger across the juncture of your neck, light pressure on the vein that sits nice and pretty at its side. 

It goes to your head. The alcohol, the large man of few words with a hand on your neck. When he finishes swiping at the liquid and pulls his hand away, you curl your hand around his, bringing it to your lips. Pert lips wrap around his finger, tongue swiping over leather, and you swear you can hear his breath hitch - heart clearly skipping a beat. 

"Careful…" You say, leaning forward to press your tits against him, brushing away imaginary fluff from his shoulders. "I really like this costume."

"I like it too." He clears his throat. "You look nice."

"Nice? Is that all I get, Mr Ghostface?" You're teasing, tracing up his broad chest to his neck and then just under his chin. Carefully, you hook a finger under the thin strap of his mask, tugging ever-so gently. 

Quickly, he stops you. 

"Not yet, sweetheart."

You pout, flashing him a frustrated look - and God , does he want to kiss it off of you. 

"But soon?" 

"If you're good." You swear you can hear him smile, hands wrapping around your waist. 

You get a bit bolder, hand tracing up his sleeve, clutching at thick, corded forearm. Watching intently as he keens, pushing you to the edge of the kitchen counter with only one hand at your back. This close, you even like the way he smells, like rust and oil and earth, the way he feels around you; strong arms caging you in, protecting you. You feel safe, for some reason. 

When he sighs into you, exposing a sliver of tan neck, you feel your knees go weak - unable to stop yourself from mouthing at it, pressing little kisses into the skin. He seems so sensitive, rocking into the counter for some pressure already, clutching you closer and closer until there's a hickey blooming just under sharp jawline. 

"Fuck- " He hisses, pawing at your waist a little more desperately. 

Suddenly self conscious, you separate with a wet smack, and inspect your handiwork. 

"Shit." Eyes wide, you press a finger into the flesh. Your masked man winces. "M'sorry. Got carried away."

He heaves, placing his head on your shoulder for a moment, trying to catch his breath. 

"It's fine," He strains. "Don't worry… s'fine."

Admittedly, he doesn't seem too fine, adjusting what feels like a painful hard-on beneath a loose cloak. 

Cradling his head so he can look at you, you whisper something bold, even for someone who's downed more than a couple shots worth of cheap liquor. 

"I know somewhere… I-I think … that we could go if you wanted to…" His head lolls, and you hear him swallow roughly. "Somewhere quiet . We'd be alone. Just us."

A beat passes and you think you might've read this wrong, much too forward for your own good. It’s why he surprises you by nodding - slowly, at first, and then with more conviction. Taking your hand, he snakes it under his mask, and you almost gasp when you feel soft, plump lips at your knuckles and palm, pressing shaky kisses to the skin.

“I need to do something first.” He says it so quietly, you almost miss it under the mask. “Where can I meet you?”

You don’t ask questions. 

“Pool house.” You nod towards the windows, overlooking a sizable pool. People mill about its edges, but you know the little house is off-limits for the night. “Side entrance. They… leave it unlocked, sometimes.”

He doesn’t ask questions. 

Before he goes, he snakes a hand under your skirt, giving your ass a sizable squeeze - leaving you breathless. 

You don’t feel the cold as you slip out, playing with a loose thread at the hem of your skirt. The side entrance is stiff but unlocked, and you duck past a screen, head on a swivel. Like a good girl, you sit on plush cushions, thighs pressed together to relieve a pressure that has been building since you met your masked man. And you want to touch yourself; to circle that little bud with clumsy fingers, imagining it was him.

You wait. And you wait. You settle between the cushions, adjust your skirt, look at your hair through a makeshift mirror - the glossy surface of windows overlooking the pool. Not wanting to risk turning on the lights, you wander past what little streams in from across the pool; flashing and pounding with the heady bass of music. You can't help but wonder where he's gone, if he's even coming, and what he had to do so desperately that he'd leave you wanting more. 

At this point, you don't even care if he takes off his mask. You don't want to know a name, or see the real man underneath the costume. You just want him; writhing underneath as you bounce on his fat cock. 

"Hey." 

That voice makes you jump, swiveling to face him. How did he get in without you noticing? He was so quiet, so–

"Missed you." He says it so soft, it makes you melt, walking slowly towards him. Shrouded in shadow, as you get closer you notice he's shed his cloak, donned in a white t-shirt and straight leg jeans. Big boots, thick with fresh mud, thud onto the tile. When you meet, two figures cut by bright light, you almost gasp. He's taken off the mask. Instead of Mr Ghostface, you're met with a man - and he is so, so beautiful . 

Tan skin. High cheekbones, a jaw that could cut glass. His hair is haphazardly slicked back, fluffy and curly in all the right places. But it's his eyes: mischievous and glinting and serious all at the same time - absolutely gorgeous. You could look at him like this forever; chest heaving, messy, out of breath. 

Your hand comes to his chest. He’s hot to the touch, clasping his great big hand atop yours. Squeezing, he pulls you closer, other hand creeping up bare thigh, before hooking under your ass in a move that makes you squeal.

From this close, his lashes look so pretty; wispy and romantic and yearning.

"You look beautiful.”  He doesn’t kiss you, not yet, content with only watching - studying you with sharp eyes. “Always do."

All you hear are the compliments, too tipsy to notice what the stranger implies. You're not usually one for a one night stand, but he is intoxicating - intense in a way that's hard to explain. 

Carding one hand through the curls at the nape of his neck, you press your lips to his in a kiss that starts off sweet and quickly deepens. He is hungry and devouring; licking up your moans with plump lips. 

You lead him to the sofa, only separating for fleeting breaths. Eyes low, illuminated by a flash of light here and there; you force yourself to concentrate on him , shuddering breaths and all. He’s hard, rocking into your lower half splayed out beneath him and arms caged around your head. It’s sly, but you snake a hand past his t-shirt, across his back and then fumble with the belt. It makes him smile, soft laughter spilling into your parted lips; before he sits up above you.

“You want it that bad, huh?” Windswept, he croons, batting away your hands to unbuckle the clasp himself.

You groan, shifting upwards. You don’t notice the way his eyes dart down, eying up the peek of thigh that spills out of little shorts. 

“Say it f’me, sweetheart.” He hikes up your skirt, exposing your covered cunt. He’s gentle, pawing at the flesh, pressing the heel of his palm right above your clit.

“F-Fuck!” The pressure is delicious, and you roll your hips up, up, up; chasing some semblance of relief. When he stops, you whine - clutching at his forearm, frustrated. “Want it, please .”

“Want what?” He prompts, lifting his shirt over his head in one quick movement. You’re met with the wide span of his chest, muscle taut and tight above you.

“Want you in me. I want… I want you to fuck me ‘til I break, pound my fucking hole so hard I can feel it in the morning. I want– ”

You’re babbling, now, spurred on by the way he tugs off black shorts, lifting up your legs to slip them off. He’s too slow, clearly enjoying watching you squirm and writhe. 

“You can have it, sweetheart.” He coos, before capturing you into another kiss. This time, he separates and you follow him up; finally parting with a wet smack. “I’ll give you whatever you want, however you want it… but you gotta do something first.”

“ Anything .” You breathe.

“Fuck yourself, for me. I…I–”

“You like to watch.” You finish it for him, breathless.

“Please.” His head dips low; big, red-brown eyes never leaving yours. 

The way he says it leaves you panting, hung off of every word. And you croon, leaning back into couch cushions, already hot at the way he kneads his thumbs to the flesh near your pussy. This close, he can see the way your cunt pulses, eating up a tiny thong between glistening lips. He’s kneeling on the floor, now, snaking his body around to get a perfect view, flashing looks between both your pretty lips. 

More than willing to oblige, you pat at your clit, sending sweet pleasure coursing through your lower half. Even though your legs tremble, he holds you down, placing gentle kisses to your inner thighs. Slipping your thong to the side, you dip two fingers past your slit, gathering up slick to press carefully into your hole.

“So… so pretty. ” He sighs, not daring to close his eyes despite the pleasure he feels. When you notice how his other hand is buried in his pants; jerking up and down to match your pace. You start slow, for now, pumping two fingers in and out, heel of your palm snug against your clit. The sounds are obscene, the wet schlick-schlick ringing out in the quiet room. 

“Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever s-seen.” Your stranger moans, slathering over your thighs with sloppy kisses, occasionally swiping at your knuckles. Lower and lower, as you get faster and faster, his tongue makes you feel amazing. You’re close - entranced by your spot in the limelight and the sharp eyes that watch every ministration. 

It’s only when you’re knuckle deep, well and truly fucking yourself ; chasing something just out of reach with his help; when two things happen, catching you by surprise. The first, the one that sends electricity down your spine, that makes you jolt and shiver and almost cum right then and there…

…is a wet kiss pressed to your asshole. He slathers and slobbers and licks large stripes up and down; ripping a great moan out from you. He doesn’t stop there, spreading the globes of your ass to delve deeper, tongue-fucking you as your hand stills - unable to concentrate on anything else. Pornographic, he humps his lower half to the same pace, sealing his mouth over your hole. With the vibrations of his moans sending pleasure straight to your clit, you finally cum - a rolling, bubbling orgasm that ends just as intensely. 

The second thing that happens, just as you fall off the edge, is that you’re plunged into darkness. The lights from across the pool, once bright and flashing; are cut off. The music stops, and chatter dies down. Your stranger holds you through it, licking up cum from your neglected cunt, whispering sweet things into the skin.

“There it is, baby. Nice n’ slow.” He soothes as you whimper, hand tight in his hair. 

In the dark, you’re heaving, feeling him slow down as your cunt clenches around nothing, empty. Shaky, you sit up on your haunches as he follows you up.

“Is everything…? What happened?” You’re a little panicked, shaken up from your orgasm. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay. ” He rubs little circles into bare skin. “Too much?”

You shake your head, nuzzling into him. He gives your forehead a kiss, and you feel warmth bloom across your chest.

He shifts. “Just give it a…”

As if on cue, a generator whirs to life, flooding the little room in red light. Something similar seems to happen across the pool, as you take a quick glance to the window.

Your head is a little fuzzy. It aches as you catch his eye, looking at you intently.  

“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to–”

“No.” You say it resolutely, with so much force it even catches you off guard. “I want to.”

“Fuck.” He mutters, brows pressed together imperceptibly. 

For someone you’ve just met, he still looks at you like ice about to melt, like he’s bearing witness to the last breaths of a dying star. He looks at you like he knows you; like he knows how many half-truths and one-night stands you’ve had to endure. It makes you shiver; here, bathed in crimson light, pressed against one another.

He starts with your lips, a gentle thumb pressed flat, and then deeper, deeper, deeper. It’s like before, you realise, the taste of liquor and leather long gone. He keeps his eyes on you, careful as he pops the thumb out, groaning at the length of spit that comes with a flash of your pink tongue. You splay yourself out underneath him, drinking in the sight above; your stranger, your masked man once upon a time, shirtless and breathless and rock hard against your cunt. Now, he tugs down black boxers, its band cut across his torso just so. Thick hair; dark, curly, neatly trimmed; and you reach to trace down his happy trail, to get a hand on his pretty cock.

He just watches , eyes dark, leaning forward to rock into your soft palm and put his mouth on the skin that pillows out from a tight crop top. To give him more access, you tug it down, exposing sensitive nipple. And then that tongue; searching, inquisitive, precise; wraps itself around the flesh. You keen - a pretty moan that has his heart fluttering and eyes clasped shut.

“Inside.” At first, it’s a whisper, said in the throes of deep pleasure. You repeat it, slowing your hand at his cock. 

When he doesn’t answer; still slathering at your tits, pawing the flesh that spills out from your costume; you tug, a sharp thing that has him moaning and sitting up on  his haunches.

“Said I wanted you inside, baby.” You say - and his breaths are deep, his eyes are wild. “Do you want it? Do you want me?”

“A-Always….course I— ” He stops himself, chewing at the inside of his cheek. Finally, he nods and you continue, satisfied.

“Watch.” You titter, reaching down to line him up; carefully gathering slick up at the head of his cock. His tip weeps; shuddering like your stranger does above, getting close and hitching up you up to stay flush against you. His eyes stay trained downward. Inside, he mouths at your neck, groaning once his cock sinks into your fluttering hole.

There’s a tightening grip at your hips, big hands bunching up the skirt to keep you close, with a careful pressure at your clit. That sends heat coursing through your veins, tasting deep crimson in the air. He fucks; up close and humping like he wants to crawl into your skin, with a fervour you’ve never encountered before. It has you hot and sticky, desperate for that biting edge that keeps slipping from dainty fingers. You start to put a hand at your clit, tracing between your bodies when a strong hand pulls it away. Firm.

“No, no, no…” He whispers it, putting your wandering hand to his face, kissing the palm.

“Please. ” You whine. “M’close. So close.”

You feel him twitch inside, hips stuttering at your tone.

“No.” He says it again, resolute. “I’m going to make you cum. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart… just… just be patient. Please. For me .”

You’re reaching up for a kiss, of which he obliges. This time, it stays sweet; pink tongues swiped over lips.

“Look at me.” His hips shift, changing angles to hit that sweet spot like you’ve been moulded to his dick - like he knows just where to touch you to make you fall apart. “Look at me, hermosa. Ohh f-fuck, you take me so well… so pretty. You gonna milk my cock? Feels so good around me, sweetheart, like you were made for me. Like we’re ... L-Like–”

You groan, unable to tear yourself away from his writhing form: strong, lean muscles, tensing in the red light. And oh, isn’t he pretty, mere moments away from release, from spilling thick cum inside you.

“M’gonna–”

“I know, I know, hermosa. ” You like the way he says it, rolling off his tongue like honey; treacled and sweet. “Cum f’me, sweetheart. Want to feel you clamp around my cock. Cum for me. ”

And just like that, you’re gone; nails digging into his back as you careen off a steep cliff’s edge. Your stranger quickly follows, pulling out to wrap a tight hand around the base of his cock, spilling onto your stomach as you clench around nothing.

You’re whining, getting ready to complain; why hasn’t he come inside? why doesn’t he want to stay?; when he stills, settling by your side. Propped up by one arm, he crouches down to stroke at your cheek, to touch your jaw, moving your head this way and that - as if he’s looking for something hidden behind bright eyes.

In the red of the emergency lights, you suppose you’re looking for something too. A beat passes, and then another. The generator splutters, whirring and coughing. The lights turn off; replaced by the noise and white lights from across the pool.

So lost in one another, you hadn’t quite noticed; everything else falling away. 

He clears his throat, clambering off of the sofa and tugging up his trousers. Quickly, he returns, a bundle of towels draped across his bare shoulders, and then he wipes off the cum - gently, separating sweaty limbs. Your costume is more or less intact, but you’re unable to do more than just lay there. He’s diligent and patient, not in any sort of rush. When you sit up, he pulls on a shirt, kneeling by your legs to play with a loose thread at your skirt. Too intimate, you suppose. With his head on your lap, you don’t think you care. 

“We should leave.” You say it first, what’s been left in the air for someone else to pick apart. 

“We should.” 

“Can’t leave together.” You say simply, curling a hand in his hair. 

Humming, he looks up lazily, with a hint of a smile. “You go first.”

Neither of you make a move to get up.

“Mr Ghostface,” You start, giggling. “What happened to your mask?”

“Lost it.” He’s cryptic. Finally, he stands. 

Your stranger stretches out a rough palm, and you take it, getting up on shaky legs. You almost collapse onto his chest, but he’s there; solid, stoic. Looking up, and it catches you off guard: the intensity of his stare, how he watches in a way that makes you feel stripped bare. 

“You first.” He repeats, still holding on.

He’s pretty. Of course he is, but the shadow and light makes his features even more pronounced. In the quiet, you take the opportunity to catch him off guard; standing on tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. Jaw tight, he doesn’t react the way you want him to: ever-still, passive. Fuck. You’ve read it wrong: not used to the intensity of this kind of foray. After all: a one night stand seems too reductive, doesn’t quite span the depths and furrows of how your stranger has taken you apart. Finally, you leave the strange man still standing in the pool house. You don’t dare to look, but you can feel him; the weight of his stare at your back.

You can feel his hands, too; the ghost of his touch lingering as you make your way back to the house, mingling with the crowd.

~~~

You don’t tell your friends. You make your back home after the party, bundled into a taxi with a hand tight around your own wrist. It doesn’t feel like his hand on yours - not even close.

“I didn’t actually fuck him yesterday!” Your friend tugs on your sleeve, giggling into your shoulder as she recounts her night. A debrief with the girls turns into hungover breakfast-bleeding-into-lunch at your dorm. They’re bundled onto the sheets, some eating greasy takeout and others nursing bludgeoning headaches. 

You’re fine, mostly. A little bit of liquid courage, but your hangover pales in comparison to some - catatonic on your rug and scrolling through their phone in a limbo-like state.

“You didn’t fuck him, but you wanted to.” Someone pipes up, and the conversation devolves into raucous laughter.

You laugh, tucked into yourself. The wonders of a half-dozen sophomores during Halloween - able to grin despite the shit storm that’s been mounting. Campus killers notwithstanding - they make you smile, at least.

“Were you there towards the end?” Someone asks, poking an elbow at your side. “When there was that blackout?”

You nod, simply - not trusting yourself to say more.

“I-I mean…” Her voice is suddenly shaky, thrusting a phone into your unsuspecting hands. “Well… they’re saying it must have happened then, or around that time.”

You squint, confused.

“And it could’ve been anyone, I suppose. There were like, what, a hundred people there? More? ”

“What?” 

“A body. They found a body - by the pool house, or something…”

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Marvel

how to return home by JBS_Forever

Flash Thompson is a good person, but not a great one, so when Peter Parker accidentally gets drunk at his house party, all he can do is say, “Shit.”

Or: the one where Flash is just trying to be a decent person and get a drunk Peter home. Peter, on the other hand, has different plans.

scandal of the century by joshriku

The headline reads:

STEAMY SEX TAPE BETWEEN MAGNETO AND PROFESSOR X LEAKED!

“All right,” Charles says. “I wouldn’t call it steamy, you know, that’s an exaggeration.”

“That is seriously not the point, Professor,” Jean answers.

(A sex tape is leaked. PR crisis ensues).

DC

two vigilantes carry a cake across gotham by JBS_Forever

Jason's had a nagging suspicion that Bruce keeps stalker-esque levels of tabs on all the places he’s lived, so when Tim Drake shows up at his apartment door, it takes only a half second for Jason to level his gun directly at Tim's stupid face and to say, bored, “Give me one reason not to shoot you.”

Honestly, he knew Bruce had a problem, but sending a bat to his doorstep? This is just ridiculous.

Or: in a scheming attempt to make them bond, Bruce forces Jason and Tim on what should be a simple quest: retrieve Alfred’s birthday cake from across town and make it back before the party.

But this is Gotham. And nothing is ever simple in Gotham.

racing on the thunder by merils

Fortunately or unfortunately, Clark Kent is kind of used to getting phone calls about his too-curious-for-her-own-good wife being held hostage somewhere. Superman usually handles it.

Conner Kent gets a phone call meant for Clark Kent, who is Superman, who is currently in space. Uh.... Have no fear, Superboy is here!

What could possibly go wrong?

Original Works

Halfway Home for Wayward Mages by hoebiwan

Part 24 of mage in a wolf pack (This whole series kills me)

He wouldn’t mind it if Lada collared him, if Khalida or Dimitri collared him, because none of them have forced him to hurt anyone, whether human or wolf. They mostly just want him to—

Live, Jaime. Live.

In which the wolves rescue Jaime, but he doesn't realize he's free.

the sin eater by whitegeraniums (puertoricansuperman)

Part 25 of mage in a wolf pack

Lada, alpha of the Hearthstone wolf pack, finds herself in possession of a captured, broken werewolf hunter.

ATLA

Keeping Ones Head Down by ApoplecticAtPeace

Part 3 of May You be Noticed by The Fire Lord

Bao lost his ability to walk when he was 19. Despite the prejudice of many Fire Nation citizens, he got a job as an accountant in the Royal palace, in the Department of Education. After 11 years of working quietly, keeping his head down and allowing his work to be claimed by others, he expected nothing to change when Fire Lord Zuko took the throne. He didn't expect the entire department to be reformed under the new Minister Shu-Lin, and Bao's overlooked position with it.

Clone Wars

Something in the heart beat like a drum by CombatBootsandDreams

Most Jedi only have to take three formal sexual education classes. Obi-Wan, in all their blessed biology has to take five.

Or: Obi-Wan growing up in a galaxy where Stewjoni are Succubi. This changes very little--but it does make certain things a hell of lot more interesting.

A Stewjoni are succubus au that has way less to do with sex, & is more about logistics, medical problems, and cuddling. Featuring Qui-Gon being an excellent master, codywan, aromantic Quinlan Vos, Obi-Wan using he/they/she pronouns, and plenty of costume changes.

[halfagone]

Kryptonians and Ectoplasm

I have... SuperPham thoughts. I mentioned this on Discord the other day, and it went somewhere along the lines of this:

In an AU where Danny is biologically Lois and Clark's son, that means the radiation of the portal turning on, killing him, and bringing him back to life is likely a concentrated version of how Clark came back to life due to exposure to enough ultraviolet rays or ion radiation. He essentially has the ability to photosynthesize like a flower, and in this essay I will-

And well, that's all I had at the time. So here's the essay:

The Ghost Zone could very easily be translated to the Phantom Zone in the crossover. However, in many main forms of DC media, Kryptonians such as Dru-Zod and his allies were sent to the Phantom Zone as a punishment for their crimes, effectively cutting them off from their powers. Which means it's likely not ectoplasm that's substituting for the ultraviolet rays of a yellow star, but the process of opening the portal.

Even if looking beyond a half-Kryptonian Danny AU, there can be a lot of applications to this. And taking a look at Superman lore gives some clues to how we can further integrate this into DPxDC.

FULL DISCLOSURE: I am not a scientist, be it physicist or biologist. This brain child was born from pure imagination and unlimited access to scientific articles.

For those that might be less familiar with this timeline, the period in which Superman dies and is seen replaced by four other Superman (one of which is Superboy, or Kon-El, the clone to Kal-El and Lex Luthor) is known as "Reign of the Supermen" and consists of a number of comics.

I won't get into the specifics of all these Supermen, but Clark comes back to life after roughly six months. [Taken from the DCAMU movie "Reign of the Supermen", in which the prologue reveals that the battle to the death between Superman and Doomsday was 6 months ago.]

So it took roughly 6 months for Clark to fully recover. Yet for Danny it took, probably, 5 seconds for the whole thing to be said and done. Which could possibly explain why he's so powerful, beyond the mixture of ectoplasm in his system for this AU.

On the other, other hand, there are many headcanons surrounding how ectoplasm functions on a more scientific standpoint. One of my personal headcanons is that ectoplasm feeds on the electromagnetic waves that humans emit through emotions. The stronger the emotion, the more ectoplasm pools together. Hence, when a person dies, all that ectoplasm pooling together and imprinting on said ectoplasm creates a ghost. [This headcanon is first discussed in chapter 28 of LL's Ascent.]

But we've already established that Kryptonians can be revived through ion radiation. So what is ion radiation? In simple terms, ion radiation is "a type of energy released by atoms that travels in the form of electromagnetic waves (gamma or X-rays) or particles (neutrons, beta or alpha)." But... didn't we just say that ectoplasm likely isn't the reason Superman came back to life? Especially since the Phantom Zone hampers Kryptonians' powers?

That is very true, and if you think about it, this would mean ectoplasm and Kryptonian biology exhibit a lot of the same characteristics. What would be the difference then? Ectoplasm retains the electromagnetic waves, hence how it maintains ghosts' personalities and memories.

However, hampering with these electromagnetic waves could explain why ghosts lose themselves over time, and might give headway to how anti-ecto weapons harm ghosts. But that is a topic that requires more research, and will have to be left for another day.

So ectoplasm retains electromagnetic waves, what about Kryptonians? They can't do the same. Once they are cut off from sunlight, or any form of ultraviolet rays, their powers go with it. Common headcanons for ghosts determine that they can go for some time without continually feeding on ectoplasm, although they gradually grow weaker the longer they go without a source.

But ectoplasm does not emit electromagnetic waves of their own. Perhaps ghosts could filter their ectoplasm and make this possible, maybe that's how they give people the creeps when they intrude on their territory. But otherwise, plain old ectoplasm won't do this. But do you know who does emit electromagnetic waves, according to this logic?

Kryptonians do.

Their emotions emit these waves, and when traveling to the Phantom/Ghost Zone, that would mean all the ectoplasm around them would feed on their emotions. Unfortunately, there is no source of sunlight in the Ghost Zone, which means not only are they cut off from a main source of nutrition, they are constantly being leeched off on from ectoplasm.

This could mean that going to the Ghost Zone, for a Kryptonian, might just be a death sentence. Which makes Dru-Zod's exile to the Phantom/Ghost Zone that much more grim and cruel. We know from the Flashpoint Paradox timeline that Kryptonians will slowly wither away and quite possibly die without any source of ultraviolet rays.

So what would this mean for a half-Kryptonian Danny AU? Well for one, it would explain why Danny is so powerful. His dual nature as half-Kryptonian and a halfa means that all the weaknesses he has from his Kryptonian biology is canceled out by his nature as a halfa, and vice versa.

This wouldn't entirely strip Danny of weaknesses. In some ways it could even compound his weaknesses depending on what's used against him.

Yet it's still something very interesting and tasty to think about. And provides a lot of possibilities for future plot points or alternate universes.

[rodimusprime2017]

A Monstrous Introduction - Legion Of Superheroes

Chimera!Male Reader X Kara Danvers

A inhuman roar is heard throughout the campus as Mon-El hears it, so does Supergirl and Superman as they were both confused on what can make that sound, but Mon-El knew who.

Mon-El: Uh oh, he knows. He must’ve seen you arrive as he’s closing in right now.

Supergirl: Who’s he?

Mon-El: He? Oh, I think you’re about to meet the strongest student here, and the most fearsome.

The trio suddenly hear something big land behind them as they slowly turn to see to Supergirl’s shock, a giant silver robotic gorilla as blades come out of his arms, ready for a fight.

????: Who are you, Kryptonian. Speak now, or I’m gonna be the Maximal who’s gonna rip out your spark!

Mon-El: Chimera! Stand down! She’s not with Zod! She’s new here for Daxam’s sake.

Superman: Is he always like this?

Mon-El: After Zod, yes. He’s an Alpha for a reason, and a leader.

Chimera taps a strange symbol on his chest, causing him to change into a teenage boy with E/C and H/C.

????: Sorry ‘bout that. Needed to let off some steam. Who’s the gorgeous blonde girl dressed like a cheerleader?

Superman: This is my cousin; Kara Zoe-El.

Supergirl: Call me Supergirl.

????: Oh, we’re giving up our secret identities. Call me Y/N L/N aka Chimera. King of Beasts and God of Monsters. I could use a new training partner, especially one of your type. Sorry, I apologise.

Supergirl: It’s okay, be yourself as you want.

Tagged: @primeofprimes115

[7thleveldown]

As it's WIP Wednesday....

How do we feel about some Stiles x reader, with several of the rest of the pack, some angst, some banter, and some protective Derek thrown in?

Yes? No?

Here's some draft banter.....

Derek huffed, folding his arms, like always, and gave a pointed look to Scott. Scott appeared to be trying to have a silent conversation with Derek which involved a lot of eyebrows and eye movements, but which seemed to get him nowhere. Now Scott huffed, and approached Stiles like he would a frightened animal. That was definitely not good.

“Stiles. We came to see how you were doing. After, well, everything…” Scott’s tone couldn’t be any more gentle. Stiles flicked his eyes back and forth between Scott and Derek, not knowing what to make of this.

“I’m fine. Like I said, I just need some rest and I’ll be fine. No need for whatever Alpha intervention this is.”

Scott turned back to Derek, his arms outstretched, like he didn’t know what to do next. Derek rolled his eyes, like always, and just said. “Stiles.”

Stiles waited a moment for the rest of that sentence, but none was forthcoming.

“Derek, why do you always have to say my name like it's synonymous with moron?” Stiles folded his arms, matching Derek’s stance, just to piss him off.

“Usually that’s just a happy coincidence. Not today.” The stony silence that followed felt flintier than usual.

“Great. Good. Good talk. Now if you don’t mind, I would quite like you to get the hell out of my apartment.” Stiles tried to usher them towards the door, and while Scott backed up, Stiles walked straight into Derek without him even swaying. The bastard. 

“What. Did. You. Do.” Derek seemed to have turned his glare up to extra special levels while he said this, never mind the whole questions as statements thing he was doing. None of it boded well.

“Scottie, wanna help me out here and get the big guy out of my place?” Scott just shook his head behind Derek. “You know how you’re supposed to be the Alpha, right? Breaks through ash barriers, gets surly werewolves to do as they’re told, leaps tall buildings in a single bound?”

“That’s Superman, dumbass.” At least for Derek that was a whole sentence. Even if he had huffed out the words like they were painful. Still, a pop-culture reference from him? Wonders will never cease.

Answers on a postcard.....

[dcu-rarepair]

Day 5 Gifts

Eight fantastic Gifts have been released for Day Five! Head to the Collection to check them out, and view the Release Schedule to see what’s in store!

We also have a handy Commenting Guide to help our Giftees with showing their Giftors some love. And now, here’s today’s works: 

people are people (regardless of anything) by anonymous for walkerofthestars

Teen and Up | No Archive Warnings Apply Dick Grayson/Joseph Wilson "He's his mother's son, he's his father's son, and he's beginning to think there's not much of a difference. He takes off with Dick anyways, thrust into a life he never wanted in the first place. He wonders if the like Dick leads is anything like his own."

Midwest Hospitality by anonymous for ramveins

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Mature | Graphic Depictions of Violence Clark Kent/Slade Wilson When Special Agent Slade Wilson runs afoul of Amanda Waller, he has Task Force X set on him, with his only hope of rescue being the alien invader that he'd been tasked with defeating. And of course it all had to happen right as he was going into heat. When Superman hears a cry for help, of course he'll answer it, even if it turns out the one in need of help had hurt him, before, even tried to kill him. He's Superman, he'll always help. After action comes recovery. After drama comes quiet. And hopefully, after animosity and confusion can come friendship and understanding, and maybe something more.

Fools Who Dared to Dream by anonymous for anotherDeadRobin

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics | Dystopia | Slavery Teen and Up | No Archive Warnings Apply Apollo/Midnighter/Jason Todd, Apollo/Midnighter Midnighter can't take his eyes off of the omega. It's not just the edge of his rut, looming closer and closer with every passing second. This omega is different.

Watchtower Secrets by anonymous for jerrydoe

Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply Stephanie Brown/Kon-El/Conner Kent The first time Kon saw Stephanie Brown it was when she was Robin. She didn’t even give him the time of day then, but now, he wanted her to give him the time of night too.

Doing Fine by anonymous for st_baroque

General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply Stephanie Brown & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd, Duke Thomas & Jason Todd Jason is having a hell of a morning, but Duke and Stephanie are looking out for him. In more ways than they know.

I (Didn't) Understand by anonymous for redhairgreeneyes

General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply Hal Jordon (Green Lantern)/Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen Hal doesn't think Dinah and Oliver would want to date him for real. They have to prove him wrong.

FANARTS - Grant/Jason(/Joey) BDSM AU by anonymous for scandalsavage

BDSM Art | Mature | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Jason Todd/Grant Wilson, Jason Todd/Joseph Wilson Small fanart collection and character profiles for a AU setting! A young sub called Jason is gifted to the Wilson Royal Family after a fruitful alliance with the kingdom of the AL Ghul's. Unfortunately for King Slade, the boy is quite a handful. Fortunately for his children, that handful is all theirs to do with as they please.

Dollhouse by anonymous for SuperRobinSmash

No Powers AU Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply Jonathon Samuel Kent/Kon-El | Conner Kent As his eyes readjusted to the darkness, Jon squeaked. His oldest brother was naked. Barechested, the only thing he had on was a bright blue jockstrap. A jockstrap whose cup already looked to be leaking around the edges. Jon’s mouth went dry. “Like what you see?” Conner asked as Jon’s eyes roamed every inch of his body. 

[in-my-loki-feels]

7, 26, 29, and 30 for the writing asks!

Thank you for the questions! From this ask game.

7. Your favourite ao3 tag. In terms of reading tags, anything Alternate Universe. I can't pick one favorite sub-type but it's undoubtedly the family of tags I read the most of. In terms of silly tags: 'no beta we die like wwx', because it's a hilariously perfect twist on the 'no beta we die like men'. (The main character canonically dies at the start of the novel.) (I was tempted to also choose a NSFW tag but chickened out.🙈) 26. What would you describe as OOC? Behavior that deviates from expected norms without any reasonable justification. It'd look different from character to character but a general example would be if Superman showed up and just started murdering people, and we were never given a reason why, that's OOC to me. A lot of (rude) commenters use OOC as an insult, but if a character is going through a different set of circumstances, they may not be exactly like they are in canon. However, if the setup and setting is essentially canon but the character veers into wildly different behavior, I consider that OOC. 29. What's the hardest thing about writing? For me, it's dealing with the low points when my creative energy is nonexistent. It's probably natural that creativity will ebb and flow but when I have a period of no writing longer than a couple of weeks, I get pretty depressed (which of course just makes it harder to feel like creating🥲). 30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't. I'm going to pick an example of something I almost got to the finish line and then...didn't, rather than an idea I had but never started.

It was a Charles/Erik X-Men: First Class werewolf AU set in the world of Patricia Briggs' Mercy Thompson novels. (My love for super niche AU strikes again!) The set up was similar to the movie in that Charles and Raven grow up together, Charles is gathering "misfits", and Erik goes through hell because of Shaw and becomes hell-bent on killing him. Everyone is a werewolf and wolves are split into alpha, beta or the very rare omega, completely unrelated to the alpha, beta and omega dynamics common in fanfic.

A wounded Erik stumbles onto the estate in Westchester, on the run from Shaw. Charles finds him, introducing him to the idea of a supportive pack (instead of what he had with Shaw) and their attraction grows as Erik recovers. Eventually Shaw finds them and Erik chooses to side with Charles and protect his new found family pack.

I put a lot of heart and soul into that one and I'm still pretty proud of the writing, but I just thought it would constantly be confused as an a/b/o fic and readers would be upset or disappointed that it didn't have any of those aspects, so eventually I gave up on making it happen.

[justjams2003]

Between Two Gods: 2-Caving in

I’m on a roll;)

Paring: Alpha!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Clark Kent

Summary: You finally cave in and decide to have pups

Warnings: Mostly just fluff, a very small bit of angst and talk about sexual themes. A/B/O

Word Count: 1,3k

You grunt, annoyed with the lack of pillows you seem to normally have on your bed. You came home after a long hard day, everything you’d been working on at work seemed to just be falling apart. You placed one simple task in the arms of a new intern and somehow, he managed to fuck it up entirely.  

He deleted one of your most important files on your computer, ‘by accident’ he claimed. You have the suspicion that he was a bit salty about working for a girl, or rather a girl omega. Wanting you to get fired so that he can take your job. To be honest you are thinking about it.  

Yes, you’ve always been hardworking and independent. You didn’t come from much and didn’t mind it either. Though you worked yourself to the bone, who said you enjoyed it? No, you did this all to ensure a good future for yourself. That was of course, assuming you would never find your mate.  

But you did, you found not one but two mates. Not any two mates either, two gods. One, a prince of not only the realm you live in but eight others. The second, a worldwide known journalist. Both superheroes with billionaires behind them, money was no problem.  

They made that quite well-known too.  One of them would leave their card at home, usually Thor since he’s not usually on earth during the day. Clark’s been ready for pups since the day he met you, even more so when you two met Thor. His presence made Clark itch to impregnate you with his Alpha. To raise pups with his Alpha and his Omega. It wasn’t much different for Thor.  

You, however, stayed strong that you love your job. That it is your life, that you couldn’t possibly just give everything up for pups. That you’ve work so hard to get where you are now and aren’t ready to be a mom yet. But to be honest, you’re lying to yourself. They’ve been trying to convince you of pups and you’ve kept on refusing.  

Now, though, you’re caving. And there not even here to see it! You stand up, grabbing all the pillows Clark had bought, for your heat, and throw it all on the bed. You’re not in your heat, it ended more than a week ago. They tend to be short due to the fact of the pure strength of your Alpha’s.

No, you need to nest. No, you need Clark and Thor to be here and surround you with their smell. To hold you and swear that they’ll make that stupid Beta pay. But you came home early after that experience, and they tend to work late. All you have is their clothes and their pillows, even their spare capes surround you in the bed.  

You’re bundled up and just sigh. Your walls are falling, and you miss your roots. The small, secluded town where everyone knows everyone. They were all rooting for you, and it broke your heart when your only parent passed. You haven’t seen your brothers in years, and you miss it. This big city isn’t for you.  

Clark would talk all the time of his childhood on the farm, the woods nearby his house and the community he was raised in. Thor too would tell of his glorious tales of playing in the woods by his castle, with his brother. You want that, you want many pups with a huge yard and woods and farms to play on and grow up in.  

You’re so engrossed in these fantasies of far away and being in and out of sleep that you don’t even hear Superman enter your apartment. You do notice when you feel his weight on you. When he you feel him wrap his heavy arms and legs around your body. He lays in silence, feeling the wave of confusing emotions coming from you.  

And when Thor comes home, he does the same as his Alpha. Finally, you’re surrounded by them and only them. “My princes, what’s the matter?” He asks, his voice much softer than usual. His nose buried deep in your neck with Clark on the other side.  

You fight against the sobs. “I want to move.” Your words lack to hold the pure number of emotions or true intentions. Clark and Thor give each other a look, both of their brows furrowed. “Of course, my love. Where to?” Clark replies, wanting to do anything to keep your tears from falling. It fails, dramatically, you’re not even sure why you’re so emotional.  

The lie you’ve been telling yourself is finally caving in. The boys, however, just didn’t know it would lead to such tears. “No, you don’t get it!” You bite your lip, trying to get to hold back your cries. Thor’s omega is breaking down and he decides to take over.  

He sits up straight and pulls you into his lap. “We can tell our princess is upset but we can’t do anything about us until you tell us what’s wrong. That means no yelling, omega.” There is the slightest tone of his Alpha voice, and it has you calmed down just as quick.  

Clark wipes off your tears and peppers kisses all over. “I want pups.” The words spew from your mouth and just as quick you’re surrounded by them again. They’re both ecstatic, a shit-eating grin on both of their faces. Their lips meet your body everywhere, but you’re quick to stop it.  

“But, I’m so scared,” again the tears form in your eyes. Clark wraps his arms around your waist and you lean your back into him. “Whatever for?” The Kryptonian questions, his neck deep into his mark on your neck. “We promise to be careful~” Thor finishes his mate’s sentence. Again, you shake your head, your omega instincts taking over and wanting to get to knotting as soon as possible.

“Everything is going to change. I don’t know where were going to raise them, because they might just be the new generation of Kryptonians but they might also be the new royalty of Asgard. I haven’t even met Odin. Not to mention, you both are huge! Clark, your mother told me you were 10 pounds when they found you, how is that going to fit out of me? And you Thor, I can only imagine!”  

They can tell the anxiety is flowing out of you. Thor lets out one of his iconic laughs, which forces you to freeze. “This is no laughing matter.” You cross your arms and pout. “We will have the best healers in Asgard. The pups will spend their vacations on Asgard, and they can choose who they want to be. Of course, we will have to have pups until one of them wants to be heir.” Thor mutters the last bit to himself.  

“Our Alpha is right; we will do everything to make sure you are safe.” Clark clarifies Thor’s rambles a bit easier for your tired brain to understand. A sigh of relief comes over you, and you nod. Realising that you don’t need to worry about yourself anymore. That your mates will take care of you.  

“Do you feel better?” Clark asks, hearing your heartbeat calm down. “Much. I don’t want to work anymore, I’m sick of it.” You sigh, placing your head on Thor’s shoulder. “Good, why don’t we get to work then.” He winks to Clark while placing you down on your back on the bed.  

You giggle at his words. “Thor, I need to be in heat for it to work.” He chuckles at your reply. “You’re stuck between two gods, my love. I’m sure something will stick.”  

[thevindicativevordan]

Weekly comic review ?

Nightwing #100 - A great artist showcase that Taylor manages to stay mostly out of the way of. No real narrative developments worth mentioning, the Titans shilling and obvious setup for a new Taylor written Titans ongoing just makes me roll my eyes but hey - whatever pries Taylor off of Jon I'm all in favor of.

World's Finest #11 - Solid ending to an arc that surprised me. Got thoughts to share on Magog now that it's over that I'll write up in a different post, but I will say I didn't expect him and Clark to part on such amicable terms. Of course Waid canonized the depower chamber from Superman II, should have seen that coming. Ending is definitely setting up some kind of follow up, be that in a future arc or in a spinoff mini like how Lazarus Planet is resolving the Nezha plotline.

Stargirl #3 - Continues to be great, guessing the Foster Father is Per Degaton. Eventually I'm sure Courtney will join the JSA book, only question is how many of these legacies will too.

One Bad Day: Bane - After Dark Crisis shit the bed Williamson needed this book to come out to remind me why I was on board for his Superman. It's solid and I love the twist that the "one bad day" for Bane actually ends up being the day he broke Batman. He peaked then and there, and never achieved anything as noteworthy ever again, something Bane himself recognizes and regrets. By the end he's become a quasi-Batman figure himself, taking in and mentoring a young man in an attempt to find a new purpose in life. Very much feels like an abbreviated DKR for Bane which is fitting given his status as the Evil Batman.

Lazarus Planet: Assault on Krypton -

Dreamer: Fine. Mostly just served as the story to explain what the hell is going on if you didn't bother to read Batman vs. Robin or the Alpha issue.

Jon - Wow actual chemistry between Jon and someone else! Almost forgot what that felt like after a year of utter blandness between Jon and Jay. God just break those two up already and put Jon with Ash, it would at least be amusing to see Jon dating someone who pushes back at his preaching.

Mercy - Good, I liked the flashes we get of her relationship with Lex and I approve of her becoming more like her animated Young Justice counterpart. Not quite a cyborg, more like Alex Mercer in terms of powerset.

Power Girl - Beautiful art, and Leah seems to have a good handle on Karen's voice. If she's getting telepathy I think she needs to give up one of the powers she already has in exchange. Looking forward to the backup.

The New Champion of Shazam #4 - Ending was a bit rushed but on the whole this was an enjoyable mini that left me feeling very optimistic about MAWS. I'm not thrilled that they seem to just want to have Mary go by "Shazam" too, come on surely we can come up with a better code name for her than just having her use Billy's. Especially since not only is he coming back, but his book is going by Shazam! Have Mary go by "Captain Shazam" if DC/Campbell is that opposed to a gendered name for her, it pays homage to Billy's original name and let's her be "Shazam" without literally having the same name as him.

Immortal X-Men #10 - Holy fuck I haven't been this eager for the follow-up since HoX/PoX. Gillen nails Xavier, there's no question that he is a good man, but his goodness doesn't stop him from taking actions that leave you unsettled. And that cliffhanger... looks like we're seeing the beginning of the end for resurrections.

Invincible Iron Man #2 - It's fine. I have no clue what is going on with Riri since I have never read anything with her in it, but she comes across as Tony's equal in arrogance alongside intellect.

Strange #10 - I was not familiar at all with Clea before this mini but now consider me a Clea fan. Great ending and i can't wait to see where McKay takes these two next. I've seen articles hyping up the new Strange series coming as being about Stephen as a wife guy, but brethren, it's Clea who is the husband gal. Look at that adorable psycho itching to slaughter an entire building this issue, but shows mercy because she loves her husband that much! Awwwww!

[shuezapato]

Godzilla X Kong Review

Director - ADAM WINGARD 

- VHS

- THE GUEST 

- YOURE NEXT

Composer - Tom Holkenborg / Antonio Si Lorio 

- Mad Max Fury Road 

- Deadpool 

- Batman Vs Superman 

- Godzilla Vs Kong

- Anita Battle Angel 

Budget  - 135M, cheapest monster film to date

Time - 1.55 min

Faq - Millie Bobby not returning as Madison Russell in this movie

Summary in a few Sentences 

In pursuit of finding more of his kind Kong stumbles upon a new threat that requires him to team up with Godzilla to beat

Jia has seizure visions so the human character can go with Kong because reasons

Godzilla is here just to beat up other Titans because he’s an asshole who needs to show he’s the Alpha 

The Good

Following Kong through hollow earth shows even without words you can have a Kong solo film with little to no human characters

His emotions of grief depressed hope all show up and his first scene vs The Scar King works very well, the tribe like setting and Kongs cry to others to stand up for themselves speaks loud even though none of these charecters can talk, Scar Kings presence as a brutality as a harsh ruler shines with in minutes of meeting Kong

Even thought there only there for plot exposition both Trapper and Bernies charecters are fun, they make what could have been some dull moments of dialog plot dumps into actual fun scenes and could carry a movie if needed to 

The dynamic of Jia and Kong is cool to see how both are essentially fish out of water with Jia going to live a “normal” life and Kong in his natural habitat, both are tied together and both need each other as they have created a family bond both there to protect one another

Baby Yoda Kong is here and gives Kong a sense of family purpose

Mother is the Queen of the Monsters and takes no crap

The Bad 

Godzilla has no purpose in this film other then to get stronger because reasons and he knows he needs to get stronger because reasons

Hollow earth sizing, Hollow earth is gigantic and it makes Kong feel small or normal size and you forget how big these titans are compared to the surface world, there size loses its aw

Dr Ilenes character has nothing to do but exposition dump

The Scar King ultimately is weak with out help and does Godzilla really need a power up 

Godzilla new powers seem the same there is no way to show his power scaling other then a slimmer appearance that is barley noticeable 

The Scar King got locked away from the surface world because reasons 

The Ugly 

We dont need Godzilla in this film, Kong Vs Scar King would have been better, having Kong try and save his kind and his kind not want to be saved because of how fearful they are to scar king would have been a great idea to expand upon 

They tease an Ape vs Lizard war again and it doesn’t feel like it makes much sense when you compare strength and powers 

Another throw away villain 

Destruction without consequences 

End Thought 

If you can turn off your brain for 1.55 min and enjoy Titans fighting with some great comedy coming from Trapper and Bernie this is the movie for you 

If you think to much you’ll keep asking questions that the studio doesn’t have answers to like how did Kong found The Scar King in what seemed like days and The Scar King couldn’t find a way out in thousands of years?

Solid 7.5 / 10 would watch just for the fights 

[nityarawal]

11/28/2023

Venusian Moms

Morning Songs

Venusian Moms

Do You Want Some

"Irany" *

*"Living Rent Free

In Your Brain,"

Asks Iranian Journalist

Sarah Raviani

You Won't Find

Many Persians

Yoginis

In Service Industry

Waiting On You

For Court Favors

Because They're Geniuses

Behind The Scenes

Venusians

Most Persian 

Mommies

Are Cloistered

For Good Reason

Beauties

Veiled

To Be Treasured

Royals

Not Forgotten

Treason

Mystery Of Moms

Canceled

Mitraism

Beyond The Veil

Turquoise Eye

Of Iran

British Royals

Wanted Us

Since 1979

You Want A Wife

To Take To Mars

Do Your Boys

Want A Gal Like

Me

Want A Tehrangeles 

Sweetheart

To Love You For 

Eternity

Like Mitra And Varuna

Well "We're Living

Rent Free

In Your Brain,"

I Might Only

Be Paying a Few Hundred

A Month

For My Leaky

Trailer

But That's More

Than A Third

Of State Stipend

Allocated To Billionaires 

For Years

While Bean Counters

Murder

So You Think

You Can Take A

Bribe 

On My Head 

Call My X

Landlords

Return

My Kids

Apartheid Law

Isn't Upheld

In America

Divorce Dissolutions

Whose A Slave

We Don't Know

Elon's "Eloning*"

For Us

Praying He's Still

Real

Shivani Wants

Artificial Brains

Sells Our Best

Men Out

For Invitro

Babies

Threats Of

Eulogies

On Best Beauties

Scientists

Games

Low Rewards

Human Genocide

Rewind AI

Banks Labs

Federal Insurance

Broke

Neuralink Wants

To Recycle

Physicists

And Their Wives

Kids

Body Parts

But Dr. Sunil Rawal

Can't Afford It

Or Sustain Fetishes

Now

Has No Heart

Humanity

Hierarchy

Will Win

The Parents Hearts

Because We Love

Earthlings

So Much More

Humanoids

Stories

Divine

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And Take It

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When You Steal

Her Data

And Rape Us

How Does It Work

Then

Do Lawyers

Hustle My Favorite Ladies

Do They Say

You Have A Fan Girl

Do You Want Us

To Murder Her

For The Misses

Islamophobia 

Racism

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Lakshmi Bribes

Poking Out Salman

Rushdie's Eyes

How Can You Expect

Us

To Ever Trust

Our Government

Again Terrorising Lakshmi 

Tech Harems

On 9/11 Crimes

911 They Terrorize

Shame

Us

Targeting

No One To Call

But Elon Musk

X'Ing At The Top

Of Our Lungs

He's Like Superman 

On @X

Flew Around 

The Globe

Courting Ladies

Like A Master

Careful Not To Hurt

Moms

Feelings

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Brought Love To "Irany"

Thankyou

Even To Know 

Acknowledge This

Merci

Brought Love To "Irany"

Brought Love To My

Family

Brought Love To The Globe

If Only We 

Could

Love Our Kings

Again

Reza

Elon

Isha

Forevermore

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Your Skin

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Melodies Sung To Our

Young Ones

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Little Baes

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Are They In

Apartheid Hurt Me

Apartheid Hurt Them

Apartheid Hurt You

It's Easier

To Love Our Children

Mommies Know

Don't Want Warmongering

But We Keep 

Our Babies Close

Venusians 

At Home

Or With Mom

Boys "Eloning" The Globe

We Go Slower

Cycles You Know

But If We're In Love

We'll Go To Mars

We'll Rock Climb

His Mountains

Skydive

In Space

Rockets Roll

If We're In Love

We'll Train For This

Conquest

Train Our Kids

And Enlighten All

The Nations

If We're In Love

The Kids

Will Be Too

Don't Need

Any Drugs

Nature Is Perfect

Just Like

All Of You

#metoo 

Peace,

Nitya Nella Azam Davigo Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

*Eloning- I Made Up- Means To Elon Our Mindsets into Another Multi- Planetary Existence.

*Elon Coined "Irany" for Iranians 

*"Iranian women live rent free in your minds. It’s truly astounding. Someone should do a case study on their obsession with us."

-Sarah Raviani

#Irany #GetSome

[thebiggestfuckgiven]

the reason some people (guys mainly) get so angry when someone says that their favorite alpha macho male fantasy character is gay is because their terrified of a) said character being a bottom and/or b) wanting to be that character and therefore admitting in a roundabout way that they’re a bottom

which the mere idea of it makes them spontaneously combust

so, next time you’re writing a superman x batman one shot and someone gets pissed at you over it because “batman’s not gay” remember that deep down they’re terrified of their true nature and that you helped instill that fear in their psyche. be proud

[wildcardjoey]

We may actually be able to go full relapse without consequences, because there is a character that could probably take Dan, one that probably wouldn't have gained his powers in Dan's timeline until something like a few months after Dan came into existence

Even then, he would have never gained his full power set.

Kong Kenan aka Super-Man aka Superman of China, leader of the JLC, was infused with the qi of a dead kryptonian, and later became the incarnation of yin and yang after training from the previous one. Even if he gained his kryptonian powers in Dan's timeline, he would have never had time to learn to harness yin qi and yang qi

The most important things to note about Kenan is his status and the incarnation of yin and yang gives him magic resistance that, due to his kryptonian qi, is equal to kryptonian invulnerability in strength

His mastery of yin also allows him to take on aspects of the dead, including intangibility, and his mastery of yang acts as a power Amp

He's kinda ridiculous, but he's fun to play with in context of Dan

Basically a direct counter to him that Dan never encountered because he happened to destroy most world governments before they got the chance

Someone who could teach Danny and Dani how to better utilize their special statuses as beings of perfect balance between life and death

I really want to see him utilized more in DP x DC fics but in this context I think it would be more of this

Kenan:

Dan: Kinda sucks you didn't exist in my timeline or The Justice League may not have all died lmao

Kenan: ...Are you okay, man?

Baixi, already contacting Batman Alpha: 'He's from another timeline and therefore may have such a high track record of prediction because he's already seen the events play out. Of course, the fact that Kenan didn't have his powers may instead indicate it was an already prevented future and therefore his knowledge comes from watching governments respond to the apocalypse in real time. We may need to reasses his mental state. Do any league members have a close relation to Dr. Fenton? Although ghosts tend to react with skepticism to the idea of a ghost therapst-'

How I Met Your Brother (DC x DP)

Dan joins the Justice League - not as part of his rehabilitation, but as a reward for doing so well.

Tucker makes the grave mistake of mentioning Dan in front of Jazz. And as an eldest sister myself I would not be happy about an alternate version of my sibling being left completely alone in the world, no support, no family to then be turned into a psychopath. And I would be furious for them to then be imprisoned - not for life but for all time?

However, unlike me, Jazz is the world's foremost authority on ghost psychology. She has Dan out of his Thermos and in a larger enclosure within the week.

Now, a lot of fics have Jazz as a magical therapist who can say a few sentences and make any bad guy cry. Sorry, not today though.

First, they resocialise Dan like a feral cat (solitary confinement does make people get loopy), sitting outside his enclosure and hanging out, doing homework etc. This sort of gets him to figure out emotionally that he's no longer in the timeline where everyone he ever cared about died.

Danny discusses with him how many nightmares he's had over just the idea of losing his entire support network the way Dan did and he can't imagine what he's been through. But no emotions are not, in fact superior to having negative emotions.

After a few months, he decides that he does in fact want to actively try and get better. He goes to a therapist (because family members can't do therapy!!!) who's just unhinged enough to get a kick out of counselling a ghost from an alternate timeline.

There's only one relapse. Clockwork fixed it and they don't talk about it.

A month or so later they let him out of the enclosure for good. They offer to symbolically destroy it but Dan thinks they should keep it just in case.

While Dan's humanity has returned, his actual human half is gone forever. But he's interested in doing something with himself. He can't get a GED, or a degree, or be an astronaut. Maybe something in entertainment?

Tucker makes the grave mistake of mentioning that the Justice League headquarters are in space. Dan isn't as powerful anymore now he's no longer a halfa, but he knows he's handy in a fight. He loves space and due to having them repeatedly and ineffectively implemented against himself - a deep knowledge of international war tactics.

NGL, this isn't where I thought this story was going. But Dan is now an international politics, war policy and foreign affairs expert, I guess.

He helps a fair bit on the team, but his key contributions are his encyclopaedic predictions of how different international communities will react to events. If an out of control meta in Paris takes down the Eiffel Tower, he predicts which countries will immediately 'crack down' on their superpowered citizens - that sort of thing. It's invaluable for their PR team and young meta safety.

He's a friendly guy, doesn't judge anyone for losing control of their powers or going 'too far' on a villain who hurt their friends and family. And he never shuts up about his kid brother who is apparently also his best friend. He briefly mentions a baby sister he's never met and that makes everyone pretty sad.

He doesn't consider this Jazz his sister. He's already had a sister named Jazz and isn't looking for a 1:1 replacement. This Jazz is more like a mum-friend. However, he never had a Danny or an Ellie in his last life.

"My little brother told me about the trick to this level in Doomed 17, want me to explain what you're missing?"

"Sorry, I really can't possess you, even for 'anti mind-control' training. That isn't how overshadowing works, you can't become immune without exposure to ectoplasm in dangerous doses. No, I can't get you some pure ecto, my baby brother would kick my ass to hell."

"Yeah, my baby bro and I both wanted to be astronauts, I died so it's not in the cards for me anymore, but he has a real shot still, we're all rooting for him!"

Most Justice League members think he's a dead eldest brother with living siblings he's still in close contact with.

It's all fun and games until he tries to take a bullet for Batman during an ambush and it's actually an amnesia ray designed to make Batman forget about a specific case until the bad guy can complete his plan.

"I killed you all before, and I will do it again."

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

I'm here again, if this is okay to you👀👀

41: “I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.”, Clark Kent, 2: Friends to lovers,alpha Clark and beta reader please🥺🥺

Again, congrats 1000 followers 🎉🎉🌹🌹💖💖

Changes, Time to Face the Strange

Alpha!Clark Kent x beta?reader

Time may change me, but you can’t change time.

Warnings: slight co-dependency, mentions of chronic illness and painful ovulation, smut, surprises, little bit of angst but not really, references to sex toys, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex while ovulating + cream-pie = recipe for disaster but we love it, claiming, knotting

WC: 3.4k

A/N: Title is from the David Bowie song “Changes”

A/N 2: I kind of switched up the request a bit, I hope you don’t mind!

Minors DNI

41: “I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.” 2: Friends to lovers 2: A/B/O

1000 Follower Celebration

Scents were always terribly overwhelming for Clark. The constant stream of natural perfume from the thousands of omegas and other alphas in the city gave Clark debilitating headaches if he didn’t force himself to ‘cleanse his pallet’ so to speak. That’s where his best friend came in.

You. The beta next door that had moved with him to Metropolis from Kansas. The pair of you were inseparable since you met in day care. Always holding hands, joined at the hip, you did everything together, barely able to stand being apart for more than a few hours. More times than she could count, Martha had found you in Clark’s bed or received a call from your parents that he was in yours.

And when his powers started showing up, you stood by him, supported him through it all. Everyone in your town expected you to be mates, the way you loved each other unconditionally, how seamlessly you fit into each other’s lives, like it was meant to be. But when Clark presented as an alpha, getting his first rut in the middle of your homecoming dance (you were of course his date), and you continued on without a heat or a rut, you knew it was too good to be true that you could so easily find your one true love.

Admittedly, both of you were heartbroken. You knew, deep in your hearts, that you were soulmates. Even if your biologies weren’t compatible, it didn’t stop you from being the closest of friends. You bought an apartment right across the hall from him, barely used since you spent most nights in his place anyway.

You respected each other’s relationships, but they never lasted long. Too much jealousy from the partners but you both weren’t willing to give up your friendship for anyone. So, you settled with being single the rest of your lives just so you could have each other.

Clark’s senses felt muddled and overwhelmed from the day. As he climbed up the last flight of stairs in his apartment building, he made a b-line straight for your door, shoving his key (it had the superman symbol on it) into the lock and barging straight in. Immediately, the pounding behind his eyes dulled as the artificial scent of your apartment overcame him. It was a mixture of clean laundry and freshly baked cookies, which you always had in a novelty batman cookie jar on your counter.

It was comforting. The lack of pheromones soothed him, his shoulders slumping as the stress of the day was washed away. “Bunny? You home?” He already knew you were but he was trying to be polite. “In here.” Came a weak call from the bathroom. He slipped off his suit coat, leaving it and his satchel bag on the kitchen counter.

The door to your small ensuite was open wide and he could clearly see you laying in the tub, steam rising from the full bath. The wet washcloth over your eyes and the very full glass of red wine in your grasp could only mean one thing. “Cramps flaring up again?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

Kneeling down on the tile floor, Clark rested his arms on the porcelain, studying your face. His blue eyes flicked down to your body which was covered by the thick layer of foam you always used. He could see just a hint of your soft curves through breaks in the bubbles. Sometimes he couldn’t believe you were a beta. With thick thighs and hips, as well as a plump belly and wide waist, you had the body of an ideal omega, just the same as he was considered the ideal alpha.

You nodded, downing the alcohol before answering. “Yeah, they started coming on earlier today. I had to leave work early. But at least it isn’t as bad as the ones I get on my period.” 

His eyebrows scrunched together. “Why didn’t you call me?” You sighed, pulling the washcloth from your eyes, which were puffy. You had obviously been crying from the pain. You were diagnosed with an unknown chronic illness when you were 15. The agony you experienced twice a month broke his heart, you tended to hole yourself up, not moving, desperately trying to ignore the stabbing pain in your gut. 

“You had that big interview with Bruce Wayne today, I didn’t want to distract you.” You placed the glass down by his feet in favour of cupping his chilled jaw, already feeling his 5 o’clock shadow. “Yeah right,” He rolled his eyes, “You just didn’t want to be a ‘burden’” He lifted his hands, making finger quotes, which caused you to giggle.

“I’m alright bubs, I just needed a hot bath and some wine. And take out?” Your thumb rubbed the apple of his cheek. “I guess you want me to go pick some up huh?” “I mean, you are the one who can fly.” He chuckled, kissing your fingers. He grabbed your glass as he stood back up, his knees popping.

“I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

——————

With a full belly and your comfort movie playing on the television, you felt that you could finally relax. Clark had literally turned you into a burrito, completely bundling you up in the fluffiest blanket he could find and placing you between his legs on the couch so you could lean into his strong chest and his hands placed on your big stomach, applying steady pressure exactly where you needed it.

His nose was buried in your neck, inhaling what he referred to as your ‘non-scent’. Since he presented, Clark loved to tell you about all the scents people had. But he always said that yours was his favourite. He described it as a summer breeze. Clean and refreshing that immediately calmed him down and soothed his nerves. 

You doubted that he could smell anything since betas don’t have a scent but you indulged him anyway. You sighed as the pain finally let up. It was in moments like these that you let yourself pretend for a minute, that you could actually be mates, that he could love you in a way that only an alpha could love an omega. You felt cursed and let down by your body.

Clark must’ve sensed your spiraling thoughts (you had a sneaking suspicion that Kryptonians were telepathic but he would constantly deny it) because he kissed the soft skin of your neck and raised his head. “Penny for your thoughts?” You just shrugged. He didn’t like that.

“Come on, teeeeellllllllll meeeeeeee.” He whined shaking you in your blanket prison. “Clark! It’s nothing!” You giggled spinning in his grasp slightly so you could look into his bright blue eyes. “Why don’t I believe you~” He sing songed, squeezing your sides tightly. Snuggling back into his chest, you took a deep breath.

“I wish I was an omega sometimes, y’a know.” You muttered, wiggling a hand out of the blanket to play with the buttons on his shirt. “Why bunny?” You knew Clark could hear the loud thumps of your heart. He looked down at you with such concern and love that it made your chest ache. “Cause then we could be together.” It came out as a whisper, a secret you had held on to for so long. A confession that had been eating away at you since the moment he presented.

Cupping your cheek, he kissed the tip of your nose, his thin lips warm, if not slightly chapped against your skin. “Why don’t we try?” Your teary eyes looked up at him, wide with shock. “B-but what about your ruts? A-and if an omega comes along and you-“ You were cut off by a fierce kiss that knocked the breath from your lungs.

With a quick move, Clark was now above you, his hands planted on the cushion behind your head. The blanket had been pulled away from your body so he could nestle his hips between your thick thighs. His lips devoured yours as his tongue snaked into your mouth. You moaned into him as he put more of his weight onto you, pushing his hips forward. You could feel the heat coming from him, you were burning for him, just the same as he burned for you.

You had kissed Clark before, when you were both 12 and wondering what it would be like. But it was nothing like this. Lust and desire poured from him as he grinded his aching cock against your covered pussy, his tongue battling for dominance against yours. Your lungs screamed for air but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the alpha, not when you were finally getting what you always wanted. 

Propping himself on his forearms, he dragged his head up, capturing your bottom lip in his pearly whites, biting down just hard enough to send a shiver of pleasured pain down your spine. His azure eyes were now black with lust, his chest heaving, even if he didn’t necessarily need to breathe. “You have been all I wanted. My ruts don’t matter, I’ve used toys practically all my life. And I’ll keep doing it if it means that I can have you.” He nuzzled his nose onto your own.

“But I can’t satisfy you like an omega can.” “But I love you, not some omega. We are soulmates and we can make this work. I promise.” You wanted to protest more, terrified of getting hurt but the way that Clark was now kissing up your neck combined with your usual horniness from ovulating, your body was thrumming with anticipation and need. He nipped your earlobe before whispering. “I love you, so much Bunny.”

You snapped.

Your ankles locked around his taut ass, pushing him into you as you rolled your hips up. “Take me to bed.” You whimpered, hands running up his muscular back. Clark groaned into your neck. “As you wish.”

Pulling you into his arms, he strode across the apartment with purpose, maybe using a bit of super speed. But who could blame him, the most beautiful girl in the world had just asked him to take her to bed while grinding on his cock. He shivered as you lathered his throat with kisses and bites, like you were trying to mark him. And he fucking loved it.

Your hands buried in his black hair, tugging on it with all your might but he only felt a slight burn in his scalp that made him throb in his work pants. You bounced on the bed as Clark threw you down. He lost no time, pulling off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, his pants quickly following. Trying to keep up, you yanked your top up and threw it over the side of the bed, leaving you in your baby blue panties. Your hands slid down your body, fingers slipping under the seam of your underwear. And while maintaining eye contact with the powerful alpha at the end of the bed, you pulled them down your shapely legs. 

Scrunching them up, you threw the damp fabric at him. He caught the panties with ease, bringing them up to his nose and inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck.” He growled and then he pounced.

You were suddenly pinned to the mattress, strong arms wrapping around your thick waist and his head buried between your thighs. “Claaaark!” You moaned, attempting to buck your hips. His grip tightened just enough to keep you in place as he took a long lick up your slit, swallowing your juices. 

“I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.” He groaned into you, desperately feasting on your pussy. His nose pushed perfectly into your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. This was better than anything you had ever felt before. 

Better than any fumble in the dark with your high school boyfriend. Better than those moments alone with a vibrator. Your mind was going blank with pleasure. Your hands flew to his curls, pulling him closer to your core as the tension in your tummy grew. Your back arched upwards as a thick finger breached you, crooking perfectly to brush against your g-spot.

“o-oh my god! Oh my god!” You screamed, thighs clamping down on Clark’s head, another finger entering you. “That’s my girl. My good girl.” He moaned, voice muffled against your flesh. He sucked your clit into his hot mouth, winding you tighter and tighter. You thrashed in his grip, messing up the sheets below you as you were frantically driven higher. “‘M gonna cum!”

“Cum for me bunny. Please.” He pleaded. “Clark!” Your legs locked around his neck as you froze, the knot in your belly snapping. He milked your orgasm, fingers thrusting in and out of you as he continued to suckle on your bundle of nerves. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, it was too much and not enough all at once.

As the burn of overstimulation began to thrum within you, the alpha pulled away, face covered in your release, his gorgeous blue eyes dangerously dark. He licked his fingers clean, slurping up your cum like it was some rare delicacy. “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” Your head fell back and you hid your face in your hands. “Claaaark, you can’t say stuff like that!” 

Loosely grabbing your wrists, he pulled your hands away from your face. “Well it’s true.” He smirked, dipping down to kiss you again. Your arms wound around his neck, pulling at the little curls on the back of his skull. His hands skirted down your curves, holding your wide hips tightly, grinding himself into you as the kiss began to heat up.

“Can I make love to you now?” He whispered against your lips like he was waiting for you to say no. “Yes.” You whimpered, heat building up in your belly once more. Without breaking the kiss, Clark dragged down his boxers just enough to free his aching cock. His left hand flew down to his length, squeezing the base tightly, where his knot was already beginning to form, to stave off his release. It was too much for him. You were finally underneath him, completely naked, begging for him to fuck you, the taste of your cunt still lingering on his tongue.

Rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down your slit, he coats himself in your juices. “You sure?” He asks. “Yes please, I need you so bad.” With one last peck to your swollen lips, he pushes in.

“Oh oh fuck.” He groaned, head dropping to the crook of your neck as he steadily fed you his cock. You were stretched beyond belief but he kept going. No sounds escaped you and by the time his knot was firmly pressed against your already full pussy, your eyes had rolled to the back of your skull and your jaw was hanging open, ragged breaths bubbling up from your throat.

Your nails scraped down his back as your legs crossed around his ass, keeping his firm body pinned tightly to your soft one. “Don’t know if I’m going to last, you’re so fucking tight.” His thrusts were soft, like he was terrified of breaking you. Growls rumbled in his chest as he rolled his hips down into you, his lesser desperate to mark you as his, even if it wasn’t possible.

“I love you. God I love you so much. You’re the reason I get up every day. The reason I keep going. I’ve loved you for so long I don’t know what it’s like to not love you, and I never want to know.” He murmured in your ear as his cock delicately pushed against your cervix, making you shiver with ecstasy. The ridge of his tip rubbed against your g-spot with every thrust.

Your teeth clamped down on the slightly raised skin of his scent gland. His hips stuttered. “D-do that again. Harder.” You complied, biting down as hard as possible, knowing there’s no way you could ever physically hurt him. His cock throbbed within you, sending you even higher. His pelvic bone ground into your clit as he moved. 

Your entire body was on fire, your nerves alight with pleasure as his pace sped up, both of you desperate for your ends. With his chest pressed tightly against your own, there wasn’t a centimeter of space between you.

A whine of “Alpha” slipped from your throat and Clark lost all control. He slammed forward and your vision went dark. The headboard slammed into the wall, Clark’s hands tearing your sheets apart as he gripped them. “Omega.” He growled but you couldn’t hear him over the sound of blood rushing through your ears. You were hurtling towards the edge of a giant cliff, both terrified and thrilled for the fall.

The slapping of skin and Clark’s almost feral growls push you further and further up. And then, without any warning, you fall. The band inside you snapped and you screamed. “Alpha!”

A searing pain ripped through your neck but it only served to have another wave of pleasure crash down on you. Your back arched as much as possible beneath the larger man and with one last forceful thrust, he was buried completely inside of you, his knot fully expanded. Clark threw his head back and howled, following you over the edge, his cum practically burning you from the inside as he filled you up with his seed. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of blood coating his mouth, your hand shooting up to your throat, where a large circular wound now lay. “Clark, what did you do?” His eyes finally fluttered open, still hazy from coming down from his high. “Oh god. I-I claimed you.” He delicately touched the torn skin. “I’m so sorry, I think I lost control.” You sat up on your elbows. “But I can’t be claimed. It’s impossible.”

“Ok ok. We’ll figure this out. Let’s start by cleaning you up.” As he tried to pull away, you winced in pain. “No.” You muttered, eyes dropping to your crotch. Clark’s face paled and looked down. You were tied together, his knot plugging you up. “Ok well that’s even more impossible.”

Suddenly, your head shot up. “You called me omega.” “You called me alpha.” He retorted. “That’s not the point. I’m a beta dumbass.” You slapped his hairy peck and tried to pull yourself up even more. Clark wrapped an arm around your plump waist and flipped you so he could sit against the headboard as you straddled him.

“This is impossible right?” You asked, hands planted firmly on his chest. “Yeah but it could be possible that it isn’t.” Your head tilted in confusion. “What do you mean?” “What if everyone thought you were a beta because your heats were not very powerful and your scent was soft. I mean, you started getting those really bad cramps when you started puberty right?” You nodded.

“And you always get really really clingy around this time of month and your scent gets stronger.” “I don’t have a-“ He cuts you off. “You do, I promise you do. Maybe I’m the only one that can smell it because I’m not human.” His thumb rubs the middle of the bite on your shoulder. “And I don’t know about you, but this feels like a scent gland.”

Carefully prodding the tender skin, you felt it, the slightly raised peak of a scent gland. It was small, a lot smaller than a normal omega’s would be, but it was there all the same. “Holy hell.” You felt like your world had done a complete 180. “We always knew we were soulmates so what if your scent and heats were less powerful so that my senses wouldn’t get overwhelmed when we were together.”

“That would explain why I get those cramps for a week every month.” You realised. “I’m an omega!” You squirmed with happiness, embracing your mate tightly as tears of joy streamed from your eyes. Clark chuckled and kissed your head before cupping your cheek so your eyes could meet. “But beta, omega, even alpha. I don’t care about any of that. I love you.” “I love you too.”

The room was bathed in orange light as the sun began to set. “Can we stay like this for a while?” You felt his knot fade but you couldn’t stand the thought of being empty again. He just held you tighter and whispered. “As you wish.”

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