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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.

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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

[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.

[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 

[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.”  

[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

Quests For Enlightenment

"Personalities," 

Elon Craves

Alive Women

How Can You

Expect A Man

To Copulate With Aliens

AI

How Can You Expect

A Mom

To Lie Back

And Take It

Infidelity

Harems Of "W's"

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

Jihad Lies

Anti-Semitism 

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

High Expectations

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

Eternal Love

Always Wins

Transcendence On

Your Skin

I Love You More

Divine Kisses

When You Meditate

Goddesses

Lakshmi

Saraswati

In Your Dreams 

At Night

Alpha State

Mothering

Repairing Traumas

Songs

Melodies Sung To Our

Young Ones

Waiting To See My

Little Baes

What Kind Of Shape

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

[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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A Right Brat Fit! (Henry Cavill X Little!Reader/DDLG)

2020 has been a hard year for both you and Henry to navigate with the fear of the virus, lockdowns, littlespace, anxiety and a mad rush to catch up on delayed work in the last few months at some point he knew his little girl might blow up as him all the stress was going to boil over he just wished he’d seen the signs before hand because now it was to late and his usual perfect princess was showing a completely different side. A royal brat having her very own melt down!

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It’s A Match (Henry Cavill X Reader) FINISHED

Henry decides enough is enough. he is alone and wanting. A family man without his own little family. with a little coaxing he has entered the world of online dating and he has found a keeper. she is nerdy funny and successful with her own business centred around canines. And what’s more this new dream girl only lives a few miles away. and just like the site said, this is most definetly a match!

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Worth Every Penny (daddy!Henry X Little Sub Reader)

when things in your life go to shit you find yourself entering the life of a sub. but things dont always go to plan and you soon find yourslef out of your depth and placed in the middle of a BDSM auction and sold to a V.I.P bidder. you thought you new what to expect out of this lifestyle but suddenly being bought by a celebrity and whisked off across the pond with your new daddy was not one of them.

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Non lethal stealth weapons and military grade homing systems are your life’s work your a genius in your own right and its a dream come true to work with The Avengers but things turn when you outright refuse to make lethal weapons your suddenly demoted to sectary, replaced by another apprentice. Then you get an out a job offer from non other then Mr Bruce Wayne.

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Krypton is on the verge, teetering on a knife’s edge dying. But it wasn’t dead just yet, the council had made drastic changes to try and hold off on the core exploding until they found their hope, future. They wanted a legacy and there was only one way to have that. Find his Omega and deliver her to him.

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You were one of the best photographers the daily planet has, never afraid to run head first into danger willing to put your life on the line for that perfect shot barely escaping. Clark worries for you and tries keeping an eye on you getting you out of all sorts of situations. Then one fateful night he was patrolling the skies and found you free climbing a crane hanging off the side of a skyscraper almost sixty stories up. when you slip Clark decides enough is enough its time you were brought to hand…And he had a few ideas how, he himself had two heavy palms itching to put you back inline Complete!

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Finally being hired in the mail room at the daily planet was a god send, people don’t usually hire unmated omegas. But in the basement who could possibly scent you?. Enter one Kryptonian Alpha who has been scenting you eleven stories up for weeks. Finally Clark has found you, his omega that he can’t possibly claim…Or can he?

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When you complete a rescue Clark cant shake these dark thoughts, he is hopelessly in love and obsessed with you. Your his mate. His soul mate and he is not taking no for an answer. You can kick and scream but at the end of the day you are a human and he is superman.

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You was just a child when you were cast out for being omega, now years later alone and afraid in your tiny home but things are about to change. One morning you wake up to find an alpha in your home ,your so called mate and his bard, things look up when you finally realize you had found your pack. Complete!

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A kinky valentines day countdown for 2021, a kink for each day with all our favourites… and Humphrey too~

Day one- Napoleon🥵 (promtp only) / /Day Two- August🥵 / /Day Three- Humphrey🥵  / / Day Four- Syverson🥵 / / Day Five- Charles Brandon🥵 / / Day Six- Clark Kent🥵 / / Day Seven- Sherlock Holmes🥵 / / Day Eight- Walter🥵 / / Day Nine- Kal El/Superman🥵 / /Day Ten- Geralt🥵

Were-Clan

A very unique shifter bloodline has managed to survive through the ages, from mystical famed witchers, royal courtly dukes, detectives of past and present. But these males are all searching for their one. Their mates. And they each have a different approch to capturing their very own happily ever afters.

The Clans Progenitor (Geralt X Shifter!Reader/ Shifter Au)

The wolf of kings wood (Shifter!Charles X Shifter!Reader/shifter Clan AU)

Detectives Den 1 🥵/ / 2 (Walter X Reader/ A/B/O/Shifter AU/🥵)

Will Of The God’s

All is not well in Olympus; the king of the gods has grown weary of his cold distant wife who seeks to punish him for his infidelity. But two thousand years have passed and Zeus has finally had enough. If Hera doesn’t want to be his wife or warm his bed then he will seek out a replacement. A mortal who will entertain him. It’s time to test the mettle of these millennials. Time to make this modern mortal feel the will of the gods she’s so interested in.

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You get the drop on the one and only Napoleon. He inturn becomes obsessed with getting pay back, but soon payback morphs into something a little sinister and sexy. He had made up his mind, this new cat burglar was definitely the type of kitten needed to be brought to hand. And he definitely volunteers~

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The Brethren

A new cult has taken over your home town. these five stunning brothers have been worshipped as gods, they spit lies and spin tales. poison is there game, poisoning the well and minds of the people in your quiet town. but the worst is yet to come. they want to create their own hell spawn. they need a wife to share. and it would seem that's the reason for your parents wanting you home. a virginal sacrifice to the beasts of burden.

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Five. Five familial deaths are what would cause you to become Queen of Sinvir. It would never happen. You’d never take the crown, you rejected the palace. Hated it even! You were simple and wanted a simple life. You wanted to teach. But things change with a single audience with your king. 

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Thicker Than Water

A tale of love and fangs, Sherlock is a well respected ancient vampire; father to a coven of strapping young progenies. they find themselves living at the dawn of a new era. the coexistence of humanity and the supernatural. and what better way to coexist then to offer humans work in their nest. yet things soon become complicated when the new human cleaner is actually the life mate Sherlock has been searching for over the last three millennia. will he have the courage to claim her and greet the sun once more? or will he simply watch the woman from afar?

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Feral (Part 13)

Summary: Dean and the reader try to relax after the events earlier in the afternoon and continue enjoying their bonding day together. But the reader is noticing that there’s another Winchester that’s yet to share exactly it is he went through all those years Dean was gone...

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Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Square: Showering Togetheer

Word Count: 5,400ish

Warnings: language, angst, violence, mention of kidnapping, heavily implied abuse (non-graphic), smut

A/N: Also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo. Enjoy!...

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“I’m sorry,” he breathed out. You ran your fingers through his hair, Dean burying his face in your neck. “I’m supposed to protect you. I’m supposed to keep you safe. I made that whole fucking deal about it and when people came to hurt us, I couldn’t stop it.”

“Dean, you're not superman. I know that. All I’ve been concerned about is you. You got put in a collar again and that never should have happened. I’m just sorry I couldn’t protect you either.”

“When I find this guy, I’m gonna destroy him,” said Dean, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’m gonna make him pay for everything he did to me, to you, to my family. I should put him in a hole and see how he likes it.”

“That would be nice but what if he’s the key to Sam’s black market case? What if they have to make a deal? Would you be able to live with that?” you asked. Dean lifted his head, walking away and staring out the window.

“Yes. I’ll be pretty pissed off about it for a while but yes. If I can get other Alphas out then yes. You know I even had a friend when I was first taken. We went through training together. He was an older boy. Benny. He used to give me some of his food. I don’t even know his full name but I’d do anything to get him out too. I don’t need revenge. I just want a little justice.”

“We’ll get the son of a bitch. We will. If this guy wants you so badly, he’s gonna need his own special forces team and that won’t go unnoticed by Peter.”

“We’re never going to have that backyard fire are we,” he chuckled. You smiled, going over to the far corner of the room where a couch was sat in front of a fireplace. You turned on the gas and moments later flames were flickering behind the glass. You held out your hand and opened and closed your palm, Dean smiling as he stepped over and took hold of it. You sat down, Dean relaxing into the cushions. He pulled you over into his side, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “Thanks Y/N.”

“I am kind of a genius,” you said. He laughed, kissing your cheek. “We gonna talk about you throwing away your life back there and lying to the cops? How you supposedly forced me to help you escape?”

“I owed you one,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he shrugged. “Omega. I will do whatever I have to for you. If that means taking the fall I’ll happily take the fall.”

“They could have had you killed.”

“I’d rather be dead and have you safe than have you wind up in prison where God knows what happens to you.”

“Oh so only you’re allowed to be imprisoned against your will I see.”

“I’ll be imprisoned by my will too,” he said, kissing your neck. “Nicely.”

“Nicely,” you chuckled. “That’s my boy.”

“That’s my girl,” he grinned. “That was so cheesy.”

“Yeah but I love cheese. I love cheese a lot.” He smiled, humming when you massaged his neck. “Want to have a bit of fun?”

“Yes please. I’d like to forget this afternoon ever happened.” You knelt down on the floor, pulling him down with you, the heat hitting you more so now. “Are we gonna have sex?”

“Uh huh,” you said, ripping off your shirt. He grinned, tugging off his own, a pile of clothes forming up on the couch. When he was naked you gently crawled into his lap and threw your arms around his neck, Dean’s hand going to your hips. “Let me. Just enjoy it.”

“Whatever you want sweetheart,” he said. You knelt up and straddled him, sliding down on his half hard cock. You rose up only an inch or so and sat down slowly, Dean panting against your face. “You’re warm.”

“So are you,” you said, grinding yourself against him before lifting up again, rolling your hips down at an aganozily slow pace. Your chest pressed flat against his, Dean’s hands wandering up to your back, tracing down the curve of your spine.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, the shadows of the flames flickering against his skin. You smiled, kissing him gently, adjusting yourself until you sat down and Dean gave a tentative roll of his hips. “Was that okay?”

“Perfect,” you murmured. “Nice and slow.”

He hummed, lazily kissing you while you rocked back and forth, grinding against him. Your fingers trailed down the back of his neck, Dean gasping quietly when you tickled it. He seemed to enjoy it and you pressed one palm over the flesh, giving the gentlest of squeezes. His hips snapped up and he made the kiss deeper, his hands sliding down to your ass, palming each cheek, grabbing gently before moving lower, running them over your thighs.

The first was starting to make you hot, sweat beading across your skin, a stray droplet running down your back. Dean’s finger caught it, hands roaming up your back and to your shoulders, tracing every square inch he could get his hands on. He started to thrust more, shallow, keeping with the slow rhythm you’d set yourselves on. 

But he went deep, nailing your g-spot, a simmer burning in your core, getting hotter with every passing minute. Dean nipped gently at your neck, switching sides to kiss your mark. A flutter rushed through you, Dean not laying off, his warm breath spreading over your back.

He thrust upwards and you sat up as far as you could, sucking in air when he did it again. It started out quiet and slow but it was deep, no sharp peak, just deep, deep pleasure that you rode out as long as you could.

You’d barely felt Dean knot you before you were kissing, his cheek nuzzling against yours.

“Warm,” he murmured.

“Love you too,” you whispered in his ear, Dean holding you tight. You wrapped your arms around his body, watching the fire and catching your breath while he hummed. “Feel better?”

“A bit. That book Sammy got said mating day can be intense.”

“Intense is kinda our thing.”

“That was intense?” he asked.

“I had a hell of an orgasm,” you said. He chuckled, nodding his head. “You like slow sex as much as the quick and dirty. Maybe even more. I kind of really love that.”

“If I want an orgasm, I got my own hand. But if I want to be with you...I just like...being with you if that makes sense.” You nodded, Dean thumbing over your mark. “I’m not like most Alphas am I. All of those federal agents earlier were Alphas. People who took me and owned me were. I’m not even like Sam or my dad was.”

“No Dean you’re not like most Alphas. I find that very appealing because the only Alpha I’ve ever wanted was you. I don’t care what you are, just that you’re happy and healthy and safe.”

“I am very happy and I have this kickass doctor mate you see,” he said, chuckling as he kissed your cheek.

“I wonder if I’ll lose my license,” said. Dean shook his head and smiled wide. “How-”

“I straight up asked that Agent Harrison and he said they can’t take away your medical license for doing something to protect your true mate. It’s that whole safe mating law stuff. You can still be a doctor sweetheart.” 

You sighed, resting your chin on his shoulder. You hugged him tight, Dean returning it, running his hand up and down your bare back after a moment. 

“S’okay. I know how much it meant to you to still be able to help people. Hey and Dr. Insler wanted to hire you didn’t she?”

“I don’t know how true that is. But I’d be okay with working close by. I’ll find something eventually I’m sure.”

“Maybe you could volunteer. We don’t need the money. You can still help and I’m sure there’s some place that could use a doctor but can’t afford one,” he said.

“You’re very caring of others considering the amount of shit that’s been thrown at you.” He shrugged and you sat back, Dean’s arms loose around your back. “That boy that gave you his food.”

“It’s unspoken that you help the younger ones in those situations. You think who could do that, such a horrible thing to children especially. And then when you’re in that shit hole...you see some of the largest acts of kindness you can imagine. Giving someone food, taking a punch for someone, it seems like nothing but it can be everything. Treating someone like a human being again and seeing value in them and protecting them can be everything. My Omega has that down pat already.” You felt heat in your cheeks, Dean smushing his nose against yours. “Thank you.”

“Don’t-”

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Now say you’re welcome and I don’t have to say it ever again.”

“You don’t have to say it in the first place.”

“Y/N,” he groaned.

“You’re welcome.” You pecked a kiss on him, Dean shifting, his knot starting to go down. “I think you are officially spent Mr. Winchester. He’s calling it quits down there.”

“Yeah but I still get to hold you right?” he asked. The flames flickered and his eyes were big, not flirty, just curious, a sliver of shyness behind them.

“You can hold me. I really like it when you do,” you said. He hummed, kissing your cheek again before helping you lift off of him, your legs grateful to stretch out. “Wow that thing cranks out some heat. We gotta make sure to use that at night in the winter.”

“I guess I can have my fire with you anytime I want then.”

“You can always be warm,” you said, propping yourself up on your hands. He looked you up and down, crawling forward and kissing you. A stomach rumbled and he looked down, chuckling when you put a hand on yours.

“We need to get some food in you,” he said. He stood and picked you up, carrying you into the bathroom and straight into the walk in shower. 

“I gotta tell you. I’ve been dying to take a shower in here. Way nicer than the one in my room,” you said, Dean setting you down on the bench before turning on the spray.

“Your old room,” he said.

“My old room,” you said, reaching for the soap. He handed it to you, going under the other shower head to wash up. You looked over your shoulder, Dean’s creamy perky ass staring back. “You want to help wash me up?”

“I do. I think my dick will kill me if I get him excited again,” said Dean. You laughed and started to wash yourself up, tossing him the bottle when you were done. “We should redo the bathroom in your old room. I think even Sam’s could do with some renovations.”

“Gonna be a handyman with your new found freedom?” you asked. “Actually you know what? You totally should look into being a contractor. That might be something you enjoy.”

“I think I want to work on cars in the garage and hang out with my beautiful Omega and that’d be a pretty good life to me.”

“Simple. I like it,” you said. 

“Maybe someday, and I’m talking years away someday, maybe a pup?” he asked. You smiled, looking down. “If-”

“Dean if you want a pup, I am more than happy to have that pup with you. I just...I really really want you to have your freedom and no responsibilities for awhile first. I want you to be the most important thing in your life again.”

“Too late for that,” he said. You pouted but Dean was smiling. “Oh sweetheart. You knew I was a goner a long time ago.”

“I wish you thought you were the most important thing in your life though.” He squirted some shampoo in his hand and grinned. “What?”

“Are you the most important thing in your life? I have a feeling if I were to ask I’d get a very similar answer.” You put your back to him, Dean whistling. 

“Okay I maybe see your point. But do you see mine?”

“Yes which is why if we ever did go that far, making a pup, it will be when I choose to and you choose to and I know there is a lot of life for me to live before I get there.”

“Just so you know, you’d be a really incredible father. I would gladly have children with you and you would be wonderful with them.” You turned back, Dean washing the soap out of his hair.

“You’ve known me a week.”

“I’ve known you since my soul was created.” 

He stopped moving, running water the only sound while his green eyes locked onto yours. You felt your heart jump, warm fuzziness making you centered. You forgot your hunger, forgot the feel of the water hitting your back. For a few split seconds all you felt was calm, Dean finally remembering to breath.

“What was that?” he asked quietly, dropping his hands to his side.

“I think it was our bond. Our souls...touching. If that makes sense. The bond is like a tether so they don’t stray far from each other but it’s…” you trailed off, the feeling returning when Dean stepped in front of you.

“If I get to spend the rest of eternity feeling this with you I’m gonna owe you another thank you.”

You shook your head and he nodded.

“You don’t get your way Dean,” you said. He cupped your cheeks, water pouring over both of you.

“I get my way this time. Thank you.”

“The only time Dean,” you said. He chuckled, kissing you slowly. He murmured something against your lips and you leaned back. “What?”

“I said that’s what you think. I can be very adorable and you have a weakness for that,” he said. You rolled your eyes but pulled him into another kiss. Your stomach had to go and rumble again, Dean gently putting his palm over your stomach. “Let’s finish up and get you some food.”

Ten minutes later you were dry and wearing one of Dean’s shirts, a navy short sleeve he’d picked out for you and a pair of your black sweatpants while he wore his black flannel ones and a gray hoodie zip up over his black short sleeve. You headed downstairs with him on your tail, Sam locking up the front door, two pizza boxes and a few bags set on top.

“Hey Sammy. That smells delicious,” you said. 

“Eat up while it’s hot. I ordered way too much but who cares,” he said, Dean scooping you up when you were down on the first floor again. “Don’t throw her over the stairs again.”

“Sam,” you said, Dean chuckling.

“I deserved that,” said Dean, carrying you bridal style into the kitchen. Sam set the bags on the counter and got out a few plates, smiling as he watched the two of you. “We gotta get you an Omega Sammy.”

“I got enough on my plate for the moment. You two smell more similar than before.”

“Must be the soap,” you said, Dean setting you down so you could get a plate. Dean excused himself to the bathroom, Sam cocking his head. “We had a moment earlier.”

“He’s much calmer.”

“He’s not fighting instinct anymore. Plus he doesn’t have to worry about me being arrested or him being trapped in some place again. He’s got his freedom back,” you said. You took a bite of pizza, swallowing it down. “Sam why didn’t you mention the safe mating laws once you knew me and Dean were true mates?”

“Because I told you I would take care of it. I expected you would trust me, the both of you.” You pouted, Sam lifting his chin. “I trusted you, a stranger, with my brother’s life. I did everything you asked, gave you everything you wanted. Why couldn’t you have given me that same trust back?”

“I trust you Sam. It’s everyone else I don’t. You should have told us.”

“Well I’m sorry for assuming you knew about the law already.” He rolled his eyes, Dean walking back in.

“You two smell pissy,” said Dean. You poked at at fry, Sam clearing his throat. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” said Sam.

“What happened?” asked Dean again. Your nose twitched, Sam’s doing it as well. 

“You smell like dad used to.”

“I am pack leader and us three are a pack so what is wrong?” asked Dean. You sighed and leaned your head back. 

“Y/N was upset I didn’t tell you guys about the safe mating law and it was my bad for assuming. There’s no problem.” Dean scrunched up his face, his jaw hard set. “Are you serious? What’d I do?”

“Why didn’t you tell us Sam? She has a point,” said Dean. Sam shook his head and left his plate behind, trying to slip past Dean. Dean caught his bicep though, Sam wincing. 

“Why are you grabbing so hard? Let go,” said Sam. Dean turned his head upwards and walked Sam back against the wall. “Dean I assumed you both knew about the law or trusted that I would get Y/N out of it. I didn’t not say anything on purpose.”

“Do not lie to me,” growled Dean. Sam swallowed, looking past him and at you. “I want the truth. Why the hell didn’t you tell us and why did you hire Peter without talking to us first and why did you run off this afternoon? What are you keeping from us?”

Sam kept his mouth shut, Dean getting right in Sam’s face, Dean’s scent overpowering, Sam trying to make himself smaller at the first hint of it.

“Speak,” ordered Dean. 

“I got a phone call. After Y/N and her coworker contacted me and you guys were headed here. The person said you’d been found and...not to trust anyone. Police. Lawyers. Doctors,” he said, glancing at you. “They said the black market had people everywhere and this could be a situation where you were broken out of rehab in order to get you back in the black market. I hired security to make sure Y/N never left the property with you once you got here. Peter was meant to watch Y/N mostly. He’s...been here from the start out of sight. I figured Y/N could easily get a test to lie and say you were true mates. It wasn’t until she walked downstairs with that mark on her neck and I scented her that I knew she’d been telling the truth all along.”

Dean squeezed Sam’s arms before walking away and down the hall to the garage. The door slammed open and shut, Sam flinching at the noise. You took another bite of pizza, Sam slowly raising his head.

“Y/N I’m sorry but he was taken from me when I was nine years old and I’m not letting it happen again.” You chewed, eating more of your slice, Sam walking to the other side of the island. “Say something.”

“I’m not mad Sam.” You ripped off part of the crust, Sam running a hand over his face. “You had childhood trauma too. You were kidnapped and your big brother saved you. I don’t know how much of that lifetime movie was real-”

“He pushed me out of that window and...I did have to run and hide and run and hide and run and hide for that whole night.”

“That part in the movie where you said you heard gunshots?” 

“The honest to God truth? I heard a gunshot and then I heard my brother shout and then I heard nothing. I’ve been convinced he’s been dead since that night and so was my father. My mother was the only one to believe that he was still alive and she told me to keep believing after she was gone so I forced myself to. I let them make that stupid movie because they funded a privately run task force that investigates black market cases and represents Alphas. Not everything is in that movie.”

“Like the trauma of a nine year old boy who thought he’d heard his brother be killed after he saved his life. I don’t remember them talking about you in that movie a whole lot after you ran to those people’s front door.”

“I wasn’t the one that was missing. No one gave a fuck about me except for my parents when they could remember I still existed. It wasn’t until I got older that our lives didn’t revolve around Dean. Even then, I’ve never been able to shake this feeling that I didn’t owe him. I was too small and too young to save him but as an adult, I could stop it from happening to other people. It doesn’t matter what happened to me. He was the one that got hurt and I can’t let that happen again.”

“Sam he will be hurt again. He has so much life to live. Of course he’s gonna be hurt and that’s okay. You got hurt too whether you believe it or not so no, I’m not mad that you didn’t trust me and that you were trying to hide that fact. But we’re on the same side you and me. And I hope now when you say we’re family you really mean that because I know I do.”

“Any ideas on how to get him to forgive me?” he asked with a sigh. You looked to the left, Sam spinning around, Dean poking his head out from the hall to the garage. 

“He’s been there basically the whole time,” you said. You picked out another slice, Sam closing his eyes. Dean stepped into the kitchen, handing Sam his plate of food. 

“De-” 

“I forgive you but no more secrets Sammy. No more.” He nodded, Dean fixing up his plate once more before sitting beside you. “I want to know what happened to you that night too when you’re willing to talk about it.”

“Sure. It’s kinda...why I haven’t exactly wanted to clue you two in on the investigation. I didn’t know your mental state, no offense, and wasn’t sure about Y/N. That phone call was a burner phone so no name but it did ping off of the nearest cell tower. Only five of those doctors live close enough so we’re narrowing it down,” said Sam.

“Why can’t we just have Peter take pictures of these people’s offices?” you asked.

“Without a warrant, it’s illegal,” said Sam. “And I don’t trust that word won’t get out if we involve a federal agency.”

“What about Agent Harrison? He seemed really pissed off about the whole Alpha black market thing. It could be personal for him,” you said, eating another bite before shoving some fries in your mouth.

“I got that vibe too. Either way I think it’s worth it to risk talking to him,” said Dean. 

“I’ll think about it after I look into him. Now would you eat something. You haven’t had anything since lunch yesterday,” said Sam. Dean held up his hands and started to eat quietly, the house quiet for a good fifteen minutes. He seemed to scarf down most things until he let out a large burp, putting a hand over his mouth.

“Excuse me,” he said. He took a long drink of water, Sam starting to slow down, yourself included. “Do you-”

“Dean. It’s your mating day. I’m not talking about anything that doesn’t have to do with that for the rest of tonight, got me?”

“I was going to ask if you guys wanted to watch a movie,” said Dean. “You know, like normal people.”

“Oh. Sure. I figured you two would want to you know…” said Sam. You shared a look with Dean, a smirk appearing on his face.

“I think we’re both very satisfied. But we’re big on cuddling,” you said. “If you’re okay with seeing that.”

Sam laughed and nodded, starting to pick up the leftovers. You pushed him out of the kitchen to change into his pajamas, cleaning up while Dean made himself comfortable on the couch and scrolled through his watchlist. 

“Hey Halloween is soon right?” he called from the couch.

“We’re not watching a horror movie Dean and that has nothing to do with you but my distaste for them,” you said, putting the last container away, swapping out for the pint of ice cream and starting to dish up three bowls.

“What about Batman?” he asked. “Or is that too scary for my apparently fraidy cat Omega?”

“I punched a guy in the face today. And kicked him the balls. I am not a fraidy cat,” you said. He laughed, graciously taking the bowl when you handed it over the back of the couch.

“Come here,” he said, reaching back with his other hand, pulling you down to kiss you.

“I draw the line at you two making out on the couch,” said Sam when he walked in, stealing the bowl out of Dean’s hands and plopping down on the other end of the large wrap around couch.

“Waitin’ on you,” said Dean, taking a new bowl when you sat down with your own and tucked in beside him. 

“Here,” said Sam, standing for a moment and going to an ottoman. He pulled out a blanket, Dean sitting upright. “I figured-”

“Is that my blanket?” asked Dean. Sam handed it over, taking your bowl while you helped unfold it, covering your and Dean’s legs with it. “Did you take this?”

“Technically mom said I could have it as long as I gave it back when you came home,” said Sam, grabbing another from the ottoman for himself before sitting again. “So I guess it’s yours again.”

“Why’d you have it in the first place?” asked Dean, handing you the remote. Sam shrugged and you gave him a side glance. “Oh you’re embarrassed? Hi. Recently feral Alpha. Probably still feral. I was only buck ass naked in front of my true mate the second I met her. I ripped apart a pillow with my teeth on Wednesday. There is no embarrassed in this house.”

“I slept in your room for a solid six months wishing I’d wake up and it’d have just been a nightmare and that day had never happened. You’d let me sleep in there cause I had a nightmare the night before. I prayed I was still in it until I accepted I was in a whole different nightmare.” Sam ate from his bowl quietly, Dean finishing his and taking part of yours while you found a Batman movie to put on. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell them where you were.”

“I was out of that basement and shoved in a car drugged up in less than a minute after I got you out. You were never going to find me. That’s okay,” said Dean softly. Sam swallowed, Dean breathing deeply. “I’m the big brother, not you.”

“What the fuck happened to you? You won’t say anything. Y/N won’t say anything and I doubt you’ve barely told her a thing. What-”

“I went to that doctor’s house where I got a collar put on me and I’m pretty sure more drugs and when I woke up, I was in cinderblock room. To this day I have no idea where that was. I was shown what was expected of me and what happened if I didn’t listen and when I was done, I became a house Alpha and then...a no contact rut Alpha and then I went feral and then I met Y/N. That is what you missed and that is all you will ever know.” Sam blinked, pushing his bowl aside to the coffee table, pointing a finger at you.

“He-”

“He was prescbired rut inducing medication by his previous fuck face owners and then denied release as a means of satisfying their fucked up pleasure. No one ever touched him,” you said.

“How do you know. How-”

“Because a week ago when she touched my leg, I snapped and killed them both. No one has ever touched me besides Y/N and that was completely my choice. You’re not going to know the shit unless I decide I want you to and right now that’s a big ass no. All you need to know is I’m home and there is a goddamn sniper outside this house protecting us and tonight we are safe. That’s all Sammy. I’m not putting anymore damn nightmares in that head of yours.”

“Okay,” said Sam quietly. “I just…”

“I know. This is the best week of my damn life. Focus on that and not the other shit. Please,” said Dean. “And get your gigantic ass over here and get in on this cuddle. That’s an order from your pack leader.”

“Pack’s don’t have leader’s anymore Dean,” chuckled Sam. You crawled into Dean’s lap and leaned back against him, Sam rolling his eyes and moving over, taking your spot next to Dean. “You do realize we’re grown adults?”

“You do realize I don’t give a fuck? If I want to be close to my baby brother I haven’t seen in almost two decades, I’m gonna be close,” said Dean. 

“You’re still bossy,” mumbled Sam, Dean throwing his arm over Sam’s shoulders. 

“You’re still a little shit.”

“You’re not supposed to call me that.”

“Whatever you say, little shit,” teased Dean, ruffling Sam’s hair as you started the movie. You finished up your ice cream and put the bowl aside, Dean watching intently whenever you looked back at him.

“You know, you guys are kinda like Bruce Wayne. Billionaires. Fighting an underground group of criminals.”

“I’m Batman. You’re so fucking Robin,” said Dean.

“Why do I have to be Robin? You’re shorter than me. You be Robin,” said Sam. They started to bicker back and forth, for a few moments sounding almost like children. You smiled, wrapping one of Dean’s arms around your waist.

“Alright but only if Y/N is catwoman,” said Dean. “She’s already got the fugitive part down.”

“What can I say, I’m a hardened criminal,” you said. Dean chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “Sam I can practice medicine still right?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t recommend your old facility though. It’s also several states away so there’s that too.”

“Sh,” said Dean. He put his hands over your and Sam’s mouths. Dean groaned and was quickly wiping his palm on Sam’s shirt. “Don’t lick me! She behaves unlike someone.”

“Shut up,” said Sam. Dean returned his hand to your hip, one head tilt back revealing Sam with his head resting on Dean’s shoulder. He glanced up at Dean and got a soft smile in return.

“S’okay,” he whispered. “Not too old.”

“Yes I am,” he said quietly. You looked back to the movie, Dean shushing him. “Dean.”

“What’d I tell you that night you came in my room asking to stay?”

“I was nine.”

“I don’t care that you’re twenty six. Like Y/N said, you got hurt all those years back. I promised you I’d always protect you and it’d be okay didn’t I? I told you it’d be okay in the basement and it was. I pulled this on Y/N last night and I know it works. So let out what you need to let out.”

Sam breathed deeply, no other sounds coming from either one. You risked a glance up, Dean resting his head against Sam’s head, Sam’s nose a bit pink looking and a sniffle escaping but both were watching the movie again. You reached a hand over to Sam’s, surprised to find him grabs yours and give it a squeeze first. He sighed quietly and you hummed to yourself.

“Whoa,” said Dean as the motorcycle rolled right out of the batmobile. 

“It is pretty cool,” said Sam, his voice cracking a bit.

“Hell yeah it is,” he said. You squeezed Sam’s hand again, getting one in return and a smile when you looked back at him. 

“Wait until you see what happens next.”

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A/N: Read Part 14 here!

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White Wedding Pt 1

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, what have you done

Hey little sister, who's the only one

Hey little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, who's the one you want

Hey little sister, shotgun

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Logan shot up out of his seat.

“Wait, what?!”

His handsome face - unusually - held an expression of horror and disgust. Most times you’d see either a languid smile, a devilish smirk or just plain indifference. But not right now.

He couldn’t believe what his father had just said. Out loud. For the whole board to hear.

James laughed out loud, and even Juliet smirked before quickly looking down.

“You heard, Logan,” he said, still not quite done laughing.

“How come you haven’t asked Juliet to fulfill the same condition? That’s… that’s just complete bullshit.. and favouritism and.. and.. it’s discriminatory!”

The other board members were smirking, Logan just knew they were. He was absolutely furious.

Logan heard Juliet snigger loudly and she looked straight at him, her eyes twinkling. He couldn’t resist flashing her a tiny grin … he was so pleased they were back on good terms now that she’d dumped her asshat of a husband, the charming William.

James, on the other hand… the lingering smile which had remained on his face dropped right off there and he sent one of his glacial looks at Logan.

“Because she’s not a drunken, whoring fucked up junkie, lad! You… on the other hand…” he said, pointing at Logan, his voice rough and his accent sounding broader than usual.

Logan collapsed back into his seat, “Yeah, yeah!… but not any more… rehab, remember?”

His father leaned even further back into his fancy-ass “I’m the Boss” big leather chair at the head of the boardroom table.

“Yes, lucky for you. By god, laddie… you will keep on the straight and narrow, no backsliding!… call this an incentive to keep yourself nice and clean...and well-behaved.”

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Juliet hurried to keep up with her irate sibling as he stormed across the driveway and into her house. He’d grabbed her house keys from her as she’d been taking them out of her bag, still fuming even though the meeting had been over for at least an hour.

“Lo… will you calm the fuck down!” she yelled at his back as he unlocked and threw open her front door. Luckily she had a doorstop between it and the hall wall, otherwise the door handle would’ve made a big mark there as it headed for the wall at high speed.

“That absolute fucker!” he screeched as he strode into her living area. He swung round suddenly, a guilty look on his face. “Oh… Em’s not here, is she?”

Juliet dropped her large tote onto the ground and quietly closed the door behind her.

“A bit late if she was here!… luckily for you, she’s at the afterschool club with her little buddies.”

Logan helped himself to some of her bourbon, a small measure. He held up the bottle to her and she shook her head, “I’ve gotta pick up Em later.”

He threw himself onto the sofa, and Juliet sat down next to him. He took a big gulp of his drink, “I swear.. I wish I’d been born one of those pussy Betas.”

She laughed, and put her hand on his arm, “Well.. unfortunately for you, you were born a big healthy Alpha male … which you insist on proving at every opportunity.”

“Not recently,” he grumbled, taking a smaller sip. He heaved a big theatrical sigh, “I haven’t had any in fucking forever!”

Juliet knew that his ruts had been erratic recently due to his substance abuse and it had been a blessing in disguise, really. Not that Logan had actually ever needed his ruts to get his groove on. But his counsellor had told him that they would probably return soon and as his session notes were made available to his father, James had decided that before this happened, and as a condition of his imminent retirement whereby he’d hand over control of the company to his two children, Logan would need to get married.

“You’re such a drama queen, Lo,” she laughed. He huffed, “Am I? Am I? Well! How would you like if he’d told you to get married to some fucking Omega within a month?”

“Look… I’ll do what I can to help,” she soothed, “I’ve got a contact at Los Palos Verde.”

Logan turned his head towards her, “What’s that? Some skanky knocking shop for stray Omegas or something?” She lightly slapped his shoulder, “No! It’s a retreat for high-end unclaimed Omegas.”

“Unclaimed?”

“Yes, unclaimed. Whereby they either haven’t met their soulmates yet or don’t even have one, and as highly prized females they’d be in danger if left out in the mainstream.”

Logan ran a hand over his face and up into his lush dark hair, “Fuck! This is so … so fucking… I just can’t believe he’s insisting on this.”

“I’ll make an appointment for you. It’s seriously the best retreat in California. There’s a long waiting list but my contact will get you to the head of the queue. During the appointment, you are allowed to meet and scent some of the residents, and if you feel a strong attraction or bond with any of them, you’re allowed to briefly sample them in a controlled environment.”

“Scent them? Sample them? What the fuck… you mean like a fucking tasting menu in some fancy restaurant?” and he laughed for the first time in a while.

Juliet’s face pinked up, “I’m not going into details, Lo… you’ll find out when you get there.”

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Los Palos Verde

You carefully placed your book on the little table next to your plush, comfortable chair and sat back, looking out over the vista of pine trees and palms which surrounded the enclave.

This place usually made you feel calm. Whilst it was a pretty solitary existence - there was limited social interaction between the Omegas as the Betas who ran it said that there was potential scent-mixing - there was a tranquil vibe which you adored and required. But you were troubled today.

The longer you’d existed in the mainstream without meeting your soulmate the more dangerous life had become for you. There had been a spate of Omega kidnappings by rogue Alphas who had basically placed them into brothel/baby farms where they were just basically used and used and used, forevermore.

You had no family left in the US, and the European branch had been singularly uninterested in taking you in due to some long-ago but never forgotten family dispute. When your grandmother had died five years ago - she’d outlived her children - you’d been very surprised to learn that she’d left you a substantial legacy. You were surprised because she’d always refused to ever meet you. Your father, her middle son, had got his college girlfriend pregnant and you were the outcome. Your parents had never married but co-habited, and your grandmother had been outraged by that and also because both your parents had also dropped out of college and schlepped round California in a neo-hippy kind of lifestyle.

You had been identified as a Platinum Omega very early in your life. You actually had wished over and over that you weren’t, but what choice did you have? It meant that you were the very top notch of Omegas - the most beautiful, the most fertile when you needed to be and therefore highly prized by Alphas. When it became obvious a couple of years ago that remaining in the mainstream could potentially be very dangerous for you, you’d sold your condo and along with your inheritance had had enough to buy yourself a place at Los Palos Verde for 10 years. It meant that you were safe from any kidnap attempts and the humiliation of having to take a place in one of the government-sponsored Omega Centres, which were basically just brothels by any other name, where single Alphas could go to scratch an itch or during a rut.

At the end of the 10 years, you’d review the security in the mainstream and see what your options were at that point. Some of your inheritance was in an interest-bearing Savings Bond so you weren’t exactly penniless, thankfully. Meanwhile, your stay at Los Palos Verde was all-inclusive … and also included an inhibitor for your monthly heat cycle. You were determined that you would not get pregnant until you met your Alpha soulmate. You frowned… huh… if you met your soulmate, you should say. You were beginning to think it’d never happen, and also you knew that being in the retreat limited your chances of meeting him. But if you were out in the mainstream, although you might meet your soulmate, you could just as easily get yourself human-trafficked. That was your delightful Catch-22 situation and you just had to deal with it.

And also hence the reason for your troubled mind. As part of the contract you had to sign when you took up residence here, there was a clause which you hadn’t anticipated and weren’t exactly thrilled about either. The Betas who ran the place reserved the right to put any Platinum Omegas forward should any of their VIP Alphas request a meeting. You had to agree to be scented and sampled by them if requested. You’d strongly protested but basically if you didn’t agree to it, you would not be accepted into LPV. So with a heavy heart, you’d signed your acceptance of all their T&C’s.

However since you’d been here, you’d never been approached by them about the weird-sounding scenting and sampling thing. So you’d kinda forgotten all about it. Until yesterday. One of the Betas had messaged you on the internal system and advised that you would be required to present yourself at 2 pm in two days’ time for scenting. You were instructed not to take your inhibitor, not to use perfume or deodorant, and to wear a camisole top with no bra and yoga pants with no underwear. You’d messaged back and asked why, and had received a terse reply that as per your contract, you had agreed to this and therefore you would prepare yourself without argument.

Now what in holy hell was this all about?

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Your apartment door buzzer rang at 1.45 pm the day later, and a Beta female you hadn’t seen before asked you to accompany her to the ‘Scenting Suite”, whatever the fuck that was, you thought grumpily.

This ‘Suite’ was a luxurious, calm space with long, low futon-like beds spaced out around the room. The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed green-shadowed sunlight to spill in, muted by gauzy curtains.

Your hair was tied back, and you were asked to lie down on one of the futons and then covered head to toe by the light cotton sheet so that you were unable to see anything any longer. There was no one else in the Suite when you entered, but then you heard another and then another set of footsteps, and the rustling of sheets nearby. So… three of you involved, then. The Beta’s voice said in a low tone next to your ear, “We will uncover a small area and The Alpha will place his nose on your neck. Please do not recoil or react, just lie still. If he wishes to, he will move his nose over your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, and you will allow this.”

A few moments later, you heard the Suite door open and a low murmuring of voices. Then a louder, deeper voice, “So whadda I do, exactly?” He sounded almost sulky. More low murmurs, and his voice again, “Really? Ah, okay then.” Yeah, definitely sulky.

They must’ve begun with one of the others, you thought as no one approached you yet. Another few moments went by without any action around your futon. Then you heard footsteps which seemed to be heading your way. You heard the same Beta female voice who’d spoken to you earlier say, “And this… this is our Platinum Omega.” You heard a small snort, “What? Like.. same as a damn Ferrari or something?” Your lips involuntarily curved into a smile, thinking to yourself… cheeky bastard. Then you got mad, as you suddenly realised that that was exactly what it sounded like.. as if you were an inanimate object in a car showroom. Were they…. they sounded like they were trying to sell you to this guy??

You felt light fingers pull aside the sheet on the right side of your neck, but as the rest of the sheet was underneath your head, that was all that was revealed. You still couldn’t see a damn thing.

Then you felt a warm nose against your skin and you felt him huff in a breath. You were also able to smell him… spicy, musky, with an indescribable hint of the man himself mixed in there. His nose suddenly travelled up behind your ear then back down, further down than he’d been before, and across your shoulder to your collarbone, pushing aside the sheet as he went. If he kept on at this rate, who knows what he’d end up revealing. His nose kept travelling across your skin, back and forth, back and forth. You heard the Beta voice, “Please! Mr .. uhh… sir… the scenting is over now.”

He’d buried his nose in your hairline at the nape of your neck by this time, and he moved away. You heard a quiet, “Damn!”

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Logan stood up, reluctantly. Well goddamn, he hadn’t expected that visceral reaction from himself. He looked down at the figure on the futon. Obviously he couldn’t see much except a vague outline, as the sheet covered her completely.

Juliet had been as good as her word and got him an appointment today at this weird place, in amongst the pines and palms. If he hadn’t received a voicemail full of curses and threats from his father yesterday he probably wouldn’t have bothered driving up here. Then when he walked into their ‘Scenting Suite’ or whatever the fuck they called it, he’d been disturbed to see three prone figures on futons, covered by white sheets - they looked like they were extras in The Mummy Returns or something. Creepy as fuck. He didn’t like this whole circus one tiny fucking bit.

The first two Mummies he’d been led over to… well, yeah.. they smelled ok. Like women. You know, how women smell. Nice. OK, yeah. What was he doing here again??

Then the third Mummy. The snippy-looking Beta had reverently informed him that this was their Platinum Omega. Like she was a fucking car model or something. What was a fucking Platinum Omega anyway?

Then his nose had hit her skin. Fuck! Her scent suddenly hit his receptors like a tsunami. Rolling relentlessly over him. What was it? Musky, sweet… sex. His nose started roaming of its own accord over her neck, shoulders, collarbone, constantly scenting… and the snippy Beta had stepped closer to him, telling him it was over. He’d immediately glared at her, the Fuck Off in his glance very apparent. But then he’d remembered where he was and what he was doing and had stood up.

The Beta indicated that he should leave the Suite, which he did.. glancing back just the once at Ms Mysterious Platinum Omega. Once outside, he asked the snippy Beta what exactly that meant.

The thin lips curved up a fraction, “Why Mr Delos, that means that you have the Empress of the Omegas right there, the elite of the elite, the crème de la crème.” She regarded him coolly, “I guess she is the one you’d like to sample?”

“I don’t know what sampling actually means but whatever it is, yes… you guess correctly.”

“Sampling means you are able to use your tongue. Between her legs.”

Logan’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the Beta, speechless. Suddenly he felt the first stirrings of interest below decks for months.

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Your sheet was replaced over your neck and shoulders, and a few moments later you heard more than one set of footsteps shuffling past and leaving the Suite. You were about to sit up and pull down the sheet when a hand restrained you, and none too gently either.

“You will remain.”

Where was the Please in that statement then? You huffed, “No. I want to go now, please. Everyone else seems to have.”

“Yes, they have. But you have been chosen to be sampled, so you will remain.”

“Look, just what the hell is this sampling you keep talking about?”

“Nothing unpleasant. You will find out shortly.”

“I want to know now!” you insisted, and you heard an exasperated sigh above you.

“In a few moments.”

The Beta’s hands loosened the sheet next to your right arm; there was a quick sharp scratch there and in a very short space of time you could feel yourself becoming drowsy. So very drowsy. You could feel restraints being snapped round each of your wrists at the side of the futon. “Hey! What the fuck…!” you yelled, starting to pull against them.

You were aware of the sheet being folded back over your legs up to your lower abdomen, your yoga pants were removed and then a second sheet was draped over your legs at mid-thigh. Ankle restraints were snapped into place. You tried to scream or fight or say something, but by now… while you were still fully conscious… you were unable to function otherwise. What were these crazy fuckers pulling on you? Had you been kidnapped or trafficked after all?

You heard the door of the Suite open again and two sets of footsteps approached. You heard a Beta say, “You have 15 minutes,” and the guy’s deep voice answering “Uh-huh, okay.” “You remember what you were told you can do?” “Uh-huh.” “So to be crystal clear, nothing else can or should be attempted.” “Yup.. got it.”

Two sets of footsteps left the Suite, and warm hands placed themselves where your thighs were bare. You felt stubble between your legs and a hot, wet tongue licked you before plunging right inside you, which caused your hips to leap up off the futon. You hardly had the energy to moan. He began lapping at you, alternating between thrusting his tongue inside you and firmly licking your clit. You could feel what he was doing to your body; this was obviously why they’d told you not to take your inhibitor, so you’d react appreciatively to him.

You felt him lift his head from between your legs.

“Ohhh, angel,” you him say heard, “today just got soooo much better.”

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DC and Marvel Masterlist

DC Comics:

Dick Grayson/Nightwing:

Motorcycles: Dick Grayson x Reader [smut]

Refuse: Alpah!Nightwing x Omega!Reader [smut] {dark}

 Jason Todd/ Red Hood:

Home: Jason Todd x Reader (fluff)

 Damian Wayne/Robin:

Reader Becoming Doctor Fate {dark}

 Constantine:

Present: John Constantine x Reader (fluff)

Incubus!Constantine x Reader HCs [smut]

 Barry Allen/The Flash:

Date Night: Barry Allen x Reader (fluff)

Taking Care of a Child HC: Barry Allen (fluff)

 Bruce Wayne/Batman:

Dealing with Kids HCs (Batman) (fluff)

Batfam Adopting Mermaid HCs

Old Man Bruce Fighting Crime HCs

Non-Sexual Pet Play HCs

Responding to Furry Joke HCs  

Flower Prompt: Wild Rose

Love Letter Event: Battinson

 Slade Wilson/Deathstroke:

Deathstroke x Reader [smut]

 Arthur Curry/Aquaman:

Hugging and Kissing HCs: Aquaman (fluff)

 Diana Prince/Wonder Woman:

Hugging and Kissing HCs: Wonder Woman (fluff)

Yandere HCs {yandere, dark}

 Hal Jordan/Green Lantern:

Omega!Hal HCs

 Clark Kent/Superman:

Shrunken! Reader x Superman HCs

 Harvey Dent/Two-Face:

Reader x Harvey Cuddling HCs (fluff)

Edward Nygma/Riddler:

Popular! Reader x Dork! Riddler

 Star Sapphire:

Reader x Star Sapphire Dating HCs (fluff)

 Raven:

Injustice Dating HCs {dark}

 Enchantress:

Male!Reader x June Switching During Sex [smut]

 Cheetah:

First Date HCs {light dark}

 Blackfire:

Love Letter Event

Alien Crime Lord Syndicate! Reader x Blackfire

 Collections/Other:

Coming Out: Kaldur Imagine (fluff)

Incubus!Batboys x Reader HCs (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke) [smut]

Naga Egg HCs (Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Cyborg, Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Black Canary) [smut]

General Centaur HCs (Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Cyborg, Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Black Canary)

Alpha!Riddler x Omega!Reader Heat [smut]

Squirting HCs (Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, Loki, Batman) [smut]

Reader Coming Out as Trans to Batboys (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian)

Reader Dressing Up in Lovers Costume (Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Arrow)

Blue Lantern!Reader x Green Lanterns (Jessica, John, Guy)

Poly! Poison Ivy x Reader x Harley Quinn Domestic (fluff)

Poly! Raven x Reader x Starfire Domestic (fluff)

Poly! Constantine x Reader x Zatanna HCs

Omega Verse Batfam General HCs

Batfam!Reader x Batfam! Best Friend Getting Pregnant HCs (Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim)

Reader Becoming Doctor Fate HCs (Jason, Tim, Cassandra) [dark]

Monster HCs (Duke, Stephanie)

Reader with Personal Dimension Powers (Livewire, Queen Bee, Blackfire)

 Marvel:

Bruce Banner/The Hulk:

Picture Perfect: Bruce Banner x Reader (fluff)

Domestic HCs (fluff)

 Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow:

Too Late: Natasha Romanoff x Reader {angst}

 Tony Stark/Ironman:

Broken: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader {angst}

 Loki:

Cello Music: Loki x Reader (Dissociation) {angst]

 Colossus:

Take Me to Bed: Reader x Colossus (fluff)

 Thanos:

Horned!Reader x Thanos [implied smut]

 James “Bucky” Barnes/Winter Solider:

Grim Reaper!Reader X Bucky {major character death}

 Doctor Octopus/ Otto Octavius:

Reader x Doc Ock Alleyway Sex [smut]

 Matt Murdock/Daredevil:

Reader x Matt Murdock Underneath You [smut]

 Vertigo:

Flower Prompt: Lilac

 Viper:

Male! Reader x Viper Anal Sex [smut]

 Omega Red:

Gadget! Reader x Omega Red Dating Headcannons

 Collections/Other:

Bedtime HCs: Logan x Kurt (fluff)

Enemies to Friends to Lovers HCs: Nightcrawler x Toad (fluff)

Kissing HCs (T'Challa, Erik Killmonger, M'Baku)

Poly Captain America x Reader x Winter Solider Possessive Sex [smut]

Logan Howlett x Reader x Kurt Wagner Stuck in Wall [smut]

Parents Getting a Divorce HCs (Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Dr. Strange) {emotional themes}

Squirting HCs (Bucky Barnes, Dr. Strange, Loki, Batman) [smut]

Shrunken! Reader with X-Men HCs

Kryptonian! Reader x Avenger HCs (Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff)

Valentine’s Day HCs (Thor, Loki, Valkyrie) (fluff)

Tony Stark x Bruce Banner Flower Prompt: Daisy

Kryptonian!Reader x Avenger HCs (Daredevil, She-Hulk)

Teasing! Reader HCs (Vertigo, Black Widow, Psylocke) (fluff)